#mayor character death

[theleslistuff]

Danny May 2024

Day 7 Mind control

Strange flowers

Warning; gore + loss of autonomy + body horror

Danny found some strange parasitic ghost flowers, he will not be back home for dinner.

[batfamily-recs]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Nightwing - Fandom, Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Batfamily Members & Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown & Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Donna Troy Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Donna Troy Additional Tags: Police Officer Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Feels, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, DICK GRAYSON ACTUALLY DIED, And stayed dead, Canonical Character Death, Sharing Clothes, Grief/Mourning, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Dick Grayson-centric, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Good Sibling Cassandra Cain, I gave Dick a fuzzy sock collection, Everyone walking around in Grayson clothing, I can't not give you a little Wonder Twin, Donna Troy gives the closest thing to a Grayson Hug, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Where is the line between tagging and spoiler 🤔?, Everyone Has Issues, If you don't point out their's then they won't point out yours Series: Part 1 of 2021 Whumptober - Grayson Appreciation Summary:

When Dick Grayson died most of his clothes were taken... this is that story.

 aka...

Whumptober: No. 1 - ALL TRUSSED UP AND STILL NOWHERE TO GO. - “You have to let go”

Dick's clothes were left hanging in his closet for months after his death and it becomes an important part of his siblings path forward.

(I cried so much, this is really good, but just be prepared for the tears)

[theleslistuff]

I took a liking on this idea when I was like... 13 and found a really good creepypasta called "El diario virtual de Tucker Foley" where basically Danny is a full ghost but is in denial about it, so is Tucker, telling in his dairy how he notices some strange behavior on everyone around him like Sam being more secretive and getting strange injuries and denying to talk about Danny at all, as well having Danny playing around with his powers but people reacting excessively scared about it until Tucker goes to Danny's house where Jazz tells him about her grieve after disconnecting Danny for the accident that killed him, Jack being in jail and her mother moving with Vlad after this.

After this Sam committed suicide and Danny is trying to deny what happened to him after Tucker confronted him about it and the creepypasta finished with Danny possessing Tucker's PDA to tell him it's all his fault and now he'll be joining him... As a ghost

So I decided... What if we had more info about it, and decided to make my au Even in death, with the plot of yeah, Danny being a full ghost with a rotting body like... Mixing both of my favorite premises... Danny being a full ghost in denial about it, but brought partially back to life being basically a zombie, thanks for a ritual made by Sam feeling guilty for killing him along with a family member that would not accept grieve... At first I thought what if Jazz was that familiar that would not accept her baby brother is gone because of her parents stupid invention, but I thought she likes psychology, studies a lot about it and being in the medical area myself you learn how to deal with grieve in more healthy ways even after losing someone you really loved and I don't see Jazz recurring to occultism after the ghost related stuff killed Danny in the first place.

So, when I was 14-15 I discovered the existence of the fic "My brother is a Ghost" and now looking at Andy's behavior he would be the kind of person that's smart but would totally lose his mind if something ever happened to his siblings, I remember even a chapter where he really thought a ghost killed Danny and this dude was about to go straight to the yougular by... Well in some context it was Young blood who hurt Danny, so Andy almost killed with bare hands his ghost parrot even making Young Blood cry.

So I thought... Damn this dude as a villain would be terrifying and his moral spectrum would be gone for good if something ever happened to... Specifically Danny...

So

I remember this one episode (I don't remember the name of, been awhile since I watched phantom) where spectra was trying to taunt Danny and she makes a comment like "what are you? Are you a ghost pretending to be human or are you a weird little boy with weird little ghost powers" and the part, are you a ghost pretending to human got me thinking, what if it's true? What if instead of danny being human with ghost powers, he was a ghost trying to blend in and act human, and it made me realize I want fics where this is the case.

I want Danny to be a full ghost and come to the human world and become interested. And you can choose if the accident still happen, when the portal comes on phantom gets caught in the middle of it on the ghost zone side, have the portal bring him back a half alive. Or phantom can be full on ghost and has try hard to come up with reasons why he looks and seems so different. Phantom: oh why does my hair look so white? I bleach the crap out of it. How come my eyes look like this? It's a genetic issue that runs in his family that make his eyes look so green and glow when the light hits it. Why does he feel so cold when someone touches his hands? It's a rare disease that he can't regulate body heat that well.

I just want full on ghost danny fics.

[zirkkun-arts]

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→ ko-fi → commissions → main blog

huehue the scene that traumatized my childhood. this is also somewhat of a personal piece (as well as practice for making comics again) because I read this comic on deviantArt back when i played this game closer to when it came out that illustrated this same scene but with stabbing which... finally made me realize how the mayor actually could have died in the game at this point lol

but i could never find that comic again! so instead i just made it myself lmao

[beauleifu]

Chapters: 30/? Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid Rating: Mature Summary:

TW!!: blood, death (just a random person), horror elements (towards the end, nothing too detailed), fear, horror, panic attacks

What was supposed to be an easy heist, get-in-get-out situation, turns out to be something more of a fucked up TV show where the actors were the targets and the directors were insane psychopaths. How much humor can we pack into a scattered group of misfits and a casino full of fun and laughter? Not enough. You're pretty sure you've hit rock bottom after all this, though. The only place left to go is up.

Unless you keep digging.

 A/N: not as long as I wanted it to be but i believe this was a good cliffhanger. I found a good break and was bored/empty enough to write out this chapter after so long, im so sorry for not keeping my promise of updating sooner!! School paddled my ass and drama is fun but here we are!! Hope you enjoy, lovely readers <3

[girl-drink-drunk]

dave foley is a fantastic actor with a varied career that spans multiple genres. however he is never going to top his peformance as mayor marilyn bowman in death comes to town. the only thing that rivals it is his performance as chris in the it's pat movie

[surgicalsequels]

workplace doodles (ft. the drawing I did of norm the other day that I'm posting again under the cut)

the theme of the day was "interests I wound up with due to being a fnaf kid via a weird pipeline of fnaf fan games and YouTube horror content"

[skellebonez]

Voices Heard In The Static

The second fic for @lunar-wandering's Monkie Destiny Challenge! I am doing 8 prompts per "week", sometimes using both prompts per day and sometimes just one. This one includes:

Night, Curse, Chaos, Shadow, Enemy, Stars, Ghosts, Bug

This one is actually a horror one shot, nothing super scary but I felt I should note it.

AO3 Link!

MK knew he wasn't imagining things. Someone was in his TV.

He heard them talking to him at night.

At first it wasn't to him, no. At first it was just general odd noises. The hiss of static after it turned itself on. A blip in the white noise. Maybe something that could have passed as some kind of signal coming through.

But MK knew someone was in his TV. They spoke to him last night.

He couldn't make out what they said, of course. It was too soft, too far away. But it was clear enough to him that it was a voice saying something. It had startled him enough that he had turned the TV off.

When he woke up the TV was on.

He didn't remember turning it back on.

It didn't turn back on before he headed down to work.

~

“Have you been sleeping?” Tang asked softly. “You look-”

“Exhausted, I know,” MK said with a yawn. “I have, just. Not a lot.”

MK frowned, making it a point not to look at the TV set up in the corner of the restaurant. It was off, no static in sight or to be heard. But he would SWEAR… he could swear he could hear the softest hint of a whisper.

This had been happening for at least a week now, the noise from the TV, only at night. But now he was wondering if it was starting to escalate. Did he really hear a whisper? Or was it his mind playing tricks on him, making him imagine voices where there were none because of what he had convinced himself he had heard the night before?

He almost managed to convince himself that he had imagined the entire thing before he woke up to his TV being on. In his confusion (and not fear, he was not afraid of noise from a TV) he had summoned his clones and asked them if he was forgetting something. If he had maybe slept walked (a first for him, as he had never done so before). Sometimes he could count on his clones to recall things that he was unable to consciously.

All of them agreed that he had not woken up and turned his TV back on in the night.

That left two options. SOMEONE had come into his room and turned the TV on, which... even if it was something like a prank? He couldn't see it being funny enough to anyone he would know for them to do something as simple as that. Or it had turned itself on.

He could have brushed it off as him maybe rolling over on the remote if he hadn't made sure to leave it on his kitchenette counter the night before... and it was still there when he awoke.

Delivery chiming in after a few seconds of silence to say he could have sworn the voice was saying MK's name did nothing to assuage his confusion and fears.

“I’ll be fine, Mr.Tang, “ Mk said after a few moments of awkward silence, the other man’s concern shining through his expression without anything else needing to be said. “I’ll go to sleep early, ok?”

He could tell that Tang was weary of believing him before he nodded.

“OK, MK. Just. Take care of yourself, OK? The last time you looked this tired things went a little sideways.”

~

MK stared at his TV.

It would eventually turn itself on. He knew it would.

There would eventually be some kind of sound. He knew there would be.

But tonight.

Tonight he would try to hear what that sound was.

What that VOICE was.

WHO that voice was.

He just had to wait.

In the dark.

With only the TV and the stars lighting his room.

He waited five minutes.

Ten.

Thirty.

By the sixty minute mark MK had made himself comfortable on the foot of his bed and was wondering if he actually made the whole thing up in his head due to getting slammed in the face during one too many fight with rogue demons. Or he had dreamed it up on the last night that he got a decent amount of sleep and mistook it for reality. Or, somehow, he was just losing it entirely. Maybe he was just genuinely hearing things that were not there and he needed to talk with the Monkey King about whether or not this was a side effect of his powers or ask Sandy for a referral to a therapist or-

“-K.”

... If it was a hallucination... it was a very convincing one. Then again, they usually were.

But there it was. That same voice he heard last time, the whisper he could have sworn he heard coming from the TV earlier in the day. Low and almost soft enough that if he had something playing on his phone he may have entirely missed it in the static and the noise. But it was THERE.

It was at this moment MK thought that, maybe if this was actually real, it may be best to have one of his clones with him. Safety in numbers and all that, plus they had seemed to have heard the voice as well.

It took him less than a few seconds to summon Delivery, the most calm headed of his main trio who might have actually done something should the moment arise. And the clone said nothing as he was summoned, taking in the heavy atmosphere of MK's bedroom and his memories and knowing that now was not the time to try to crack a joke to lighten the mood.

He did open his mouth to say something, but it was cut short when the voice sounded again. It was louder through the static this time and while neither of them could quite make out who's voice it was they could make out what it was saying.

“MK.”

Delivery had been right, that... that voice was calling out to him specifically.

The two shared a glance, neither wanting to make a sound or even move from their vantage point on the bed.

“L-... u-... t MK.”

That was new.

That was more than one word.

That sent chills up MK and Delivery's spines.

The static seemed to grow more intense for a moment and then darken in that intensity, the noise almost growing louder than what MK thought that his TV speakers could have been physically capable of. There was no way it could have gotten that loud, his

TV wasn't BUILT to get that loud!

MK yelped as he covered his ears, but it hardly seemed to make a dent in the noise that was assaulting him. Couldn't his neighbors or the people outside hear it? He expected someone to be yelling at him to turn it down, Delivery was TRYING to turn the TV down, but no other noise came but the static and for a moment MK genuinely feared that his eardrums would rupture and-

Suddenly there was an icy stab of pain in his head.

And then it stopped.

MK would have thought he'd gone deaf had his and Delivery's breathing not been so loud in his ears, not if the static of the TV hadn't turned back to it's normal volume.

“... Do you think it-” “LET US OUT MK!”

Delivery never  got to finish his sentence- the loudness of the static coming back in full force along with the new sound of screaming. So many screaming voices, screaming his name and demands and pleas and cursing his existence and suddenly they were THERE.

He couldn't even hear his clone's scream as he backpedaled off the bed, eyes locked onto the screen as his head throbbed in pain. They were there, they were all there, slamming their hands one by one against the glass of his television screen as if trying to break out of it, the blue and white of their ghastly forms shining through in detail his cheap screen could never replicate. Mayor and the spiders, they had never saved the spiders had they, never had the chance to and Lady Bone Demon absorbed them all and Mayor shouldn't he still be alive hadn't they set him free? Free, he was free right he had to be free but here he was in his TV face sunken and gaunt as if he had wasted away beside the spiders with their cracked chitin and sunken eyes screaming “NO, NO, DON'T LET HIM OUT HELP US PLEASE MK PLEASE” and SCREAMING screaming that he would get out and find MK and destiny DESTINY WOULD BE FULFILLED AND-

MK didn't realize that Delivery had grabbed him until the TV was smashed into pieces on the ground and he was carrying him out the door, blood dropping from his hands as they continued to cover his ears.

~

Sun Wukong found the Mayor a few days later.

They didn't know exactly what he had tried to do to regain his powers the Lady Bone Demon granted him, but the Monkey King assured him that it was dealt with.

MK decided not to get a new TV.

Just in case.

... but sometimes he could almost swear he heard something through the speakers on his phone, before he thought better of it.

[smilesthroughfandoms]

With the Monkie Kids finally reunited, it's time to put a stop to The Not-Mayor's wickedness once and for all. But one of PB's most deadly creations falls into his clutches, leading Sun Wukong to make an uneasy alliance with the precocious newcomer in hopes of saving the day.

[dawnleaf37]

bugbo is allowed to kill one character per episode

[runawaycarouselhorse]

They went too extreme in teaching the girls a lesson, oh my God.

Basically, the girls took advantage of the Professor's sleepwalking by suggesting to him to steal toys for them, since he's ~not culpable~ it's not reaaaaally a crime he can be convicted of...

So they faked this to scare the girls straight and scare them away from a life of crime. It's way too extreme, but I guess they felt it necessary since they were acting like little criminal masterminds and getting greedy... imagine they turned into manipulative little supervillains if nobody put a stop to this!

The Professor even paid for all those toys when he realized, so they could keep them, but they never confessed, so... a really scary lesson followed.

[theleslistuff]

An announced tragedy

For the ecto-implosion!

Also having the beautiful work of bookeatingworm

[alcherie]

CLOUDY NIGHTS PART ONE

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The sun is setting as two people sat in their living room looking over a book filled with names. The woman leaned over to look at it in the man's hands though it was difficult as she was currently 5 months pregnant. 

"Oh! What about Ah Lam! It means daisy." The woman said pointing at the name on the page. 

" Hm, but wouldn't it be better if our daughter had a more unique name?" The man asked his pure white eyes glancing towards her. 

 She took the book from his hands, her face scrunching in concentration as she read down the list of names. The man stared at her face in adoration—he truly loved the faces she made, he found them rather adorable.  

"How about Luli?"  

"I don't think it would fit." 

"Lula? 

"Mn... no" 

"Nayao?" 

"Hm, maybe." 

"What about Yún? It means cloud, she can be our little cloud baby!" She raised her head from the book with a smile on her face. 

The man smiled at her and reached for her stomach and rested his hand on it. 

"It's perfect." 

~~ 

The grass crunched under her feet as she ran and stopped to hide behind a tree, she pressed her hand to her mouth to stop her heavy breathing from getting her found. 

She pressed herself further into the trunk trying to make herself as unnoticeable as possible as the crunching of grass continued. 

She peaked her head out from the tree when the sound stopped to try and see where the person was. 

She was so busy with this that she didn't notice the silhouette behind her. 

 The figure crept closer, only revealing its position, when it stepped on a branch and broke it causing a loud crack to sound throughout the forest. 

She whipped around as the figure lunged to grab her. 

She struggled as hard as she could, but it did nothing. The figure was too strong. 

She shrieked in an effort to get help, but it was futile as they were too far into the woods for anyone to hear her. 

She continued to yell for help as the figure positioned its hands on her sides, a smirk on its face. 

Suddenly she bellowed with laughter as the figure moved its fingers around her sides tickling her. 

She tried to grab at the hands and pull them off as the laughter was starting to hurt. 

"P-Papa-" she interrupted herself with a giggle "Stop-" she laughed again. 

The man didn't let up tickling her mercilessly until her throat was getting hoarse. 

When he finally stopped, she tried to catch her breath. 

When she finally caught her breath, she huffed out a breath and pouted, "Papaaa," she wined "you're such a meanie." She said punctuating it with a glare with no actual anger in it. 

The man chuckled and smiled looking at her with adoration, "I'm sorry my little cloud but I just love hearing you laugh." 

"Wha-," she stuttered, "Well you could've just told me a joke! I would've laughed then! Even if your jokes are really bad..." she muttered.  

The man chuckled and moved to stand up and brushed of any dirt or grass from his pants. 

When he finished, he put his hand out towards her for her to grab, "We should head home before your mother comes looking for us." 

She reached for it and stood with the help of her father though she stumbled slightly. 

Once she was finally balanced, she ran towards the direction they had entered the forest with her father hand and hand. 

When he noticed she was getting tired he took his hand from her vice grip and sped up and charged like a bull grabbing her at the last second and set her down on his shoulders. 

She giggled excitedly as he ran with his hands on her legs to keep her steady. 

As they neared the small cabin, he set her down on the ground and grabbed her hand leading her inside. 

He held the door open for her as she ran toward the woman chopping vegetables in the kitchen. 

“Mama, tell Papa to stop being a meanie!” she yelled as she hugged her mother. 

The woman just chuckled as the man came up from behind and laid his head on her shoulder. 

The woman turned her head to see him and rested a hand on his cheek. 

She put a chaste kiss on his cheek and turned back to her vegetables and hummed a small sound of acknowledgement. 

The girl who had watched this interaction was utterly disgusted at this display of affection and made it known by covering her mouth and pretending to puke. 

Her mother chuckled at this and moved to crouch in front of the child, “it’s not that bad dear,” she said softly and poked her daughter’s nose, “you’ll fall in love too someday.” 

The woman brought her daughter’s face close and put a soft kiss on her forehead. 

The girl's face quickly pulled into one of disgust as she thought of herself acting all lovey Dovey with someone when she got older. 

“Naw I’m gonna be an adventurer when I get older!” She said confidently as she put her hands on her hips. “Then I’m never gonna have to do all the gross stuff you and Papa do!” 

The woman chuckled as she stood patting nonexistent dirt from her apron, “I never said you had to.” 

The girl looked at her questioningly, “what do you mean?” 

“You don’t have to act like me and your father to be in love Dear,” she spoke softly, “love comes in all shapes and forms darling.” 

The girl looked to be considering the possibility of something existing that she didn’t know about. 

“I don’t get it.” 

The woman giggled lightly, “You don’t have to get it right now. You have plenty of time to figure it out.” 

A cough came from behind her, and she turned around to see her husband motioning towards the overflowing pot of broth that had started leaking. 

She yelped and rushed towards it to put out the fire stove and clean off the outside of the pot. 

Once she was done, she took the lid off and checked inside only to find that all that was left of the broth was a significantly less amount than there had been before. 

She put her head in her hands and groaned before turning to her husband and shouting "this is why I don't cook!" 

Her husband just laughed as their daughter tried to grab some of the chopped vegetables. 

~~ 

The grass crunched under her feet as she ran with her child in her arms. 

Choked sobs rang throughout the forest disturbing the forest animals and leading the heavenly guards to them. 

She didn't care. She had a child to protect. 

She tried to stop her cries, but they had only shifted into hiccups and sniffles. 

She ran faster and her wings spread out behind her narrowly avoiding branches of the trees that were nothing more than a blur to her in her focus to survive. 

In an instant, she took to the sky though she lay low near the trees, so she wasn't as easy to spot. 

She shifted her child closer to her chest—she had started crying when the chase first started but at some point, she had passed out. 

She couldn't fathom why they were chasing her, last she checked she checked she had done all the duties she needed to. 

Could it have been that she was married to a cheif? No, that couldn't be it, they had been fine when they first got married. Why would they hunt her down now? 

She felt the body in her arms squirm; she looked down spotting her daughter peak her head out of her chest.  

She shifted her little one to where she could see all the trees they were flying over. 

Suddenly she saw something in her peripheral. 

She turned to see what it was and her eyes widened. 

She curled around her child as the arrows pierced through her wing's causing a majority of it to rip off. 

As she plummeted to the ground she saw one of them throw their sword at just the right angle that it was going to pierce right through her and her child. 

As she fell faster and the sword got closer she pushed her child from her arm at just the right time to prevent her from being impaled though it still ended up hitting her arm. 

As she fell a sword in her chest she smiled softly, a single tear rolled down her cheek and a hoarse "I love you." slipped out. 

~~ 

As he walked towards the temple with his daughters body in his arms he only regretted one thing. that his family had to get dragged into this  

It would have been fine if they had just left them alone. 

But they didn't, And now he's dealing with the consequences. 

He stopped in front of the entrance and cradled her lifeless body to his chest as he fell to his knees. 

He sobbed into her hair and grieved for the life she was supposed to live.  

He sobbed and shuddered and sniffled for a while as he sat there.  

Grieving. 

It's such a weird process isn't it? 

Letting go. 

He doesn't think he can allow himself to do that. Not after everything was his fault to begin with. 

Only once he had stopped crying left only with his puffy eyes and a cold body in his arms did he walk through the door. The feeling of the magic protecting this place overcoming him and his senses for only a second. 

He walked forward even as the woman who could freeze even a god in his place with her glare stared him down. 

He kneeled softly laying his daughters lifeless body on the ground, "My Lady." 

The woman continued to stare him down though he knew he had to wait for her permission to continue speaking. 

That permission came only a second later as her stare let up and she waved for him to continue. 

"Please, if you would," he swallowed the saliva that was quickly settling into his throat, "save my daughter. I will do anything.” 

The woman hummed noncommittally seeming to think his request over. 

“Anything?” She inquired. 

“Anything.” 

She made a noise of satisfaction, “I’m not nearly powerful enough at the moment to bring her back,” she looked to the side in contemplation, “but, I could keep her body from decomposing if you’d like? Of course once I’m strong enough I’ll bring her back, good as new.” 

The man gained a slight bit of hope in his eyes and nodded, “thank you my Lady,” he bowed his head and brought a hand to his chest. 

The woman smirked. 

~~ 

A thousand years later and here he was again. Staring at the body of a girl far too young for what had happened to her. 

She was finally going to come back to him. 

He moved closer and disturbed the fog that had gathered around her tomb. 

Of course it wasn’t actually fog but he didn’t know what else to call it.—logically he knows he shouldn’t disrespect his Lady’s magic like this but he had better things to worry about at the moment. 

For a moment he just stood there and observed her like he had been since she died though, now he was doing it for a completely different reason.  

He reached a hand out and laid it on top of the ice where her hand was. 

He sighed and backed away from her, ready to start the the process that was thousands of years in the making. 

He closed his eyes and focused on the fog floating mindlessly around the room—the only thing keeping his daughter in the state she was in—and tried to bring it to his hand. 

Suddenly all of it came at him at once and he felt like he had been forced out of his body. 

Suddenly his body moved fluidly towards the ice, a ball of magic surrounding its fist. 

He watched passively from the eyes of the body that was no longer his—he knew what was happening though that didn't stop the panic that had stabbed through his heart. 

The body stopped abruptly though the free hand hung loose like his body was nothing more than a meat puppet that had its string cut. 

It slowly moved its hand to rest on a section of ice right above her chest before forcefully pushing its hand through the ice and into her chest. 

He saw the magic in its hand slowly absorb into his daughter's chest and seep into the ice cracking it. 

Once the magic had fully dissipated and the ice had broken, he finally got back control of his body. 

Once he felt fully back in his body, he rushed towards his daughter and held her to his chest. 

He buried his face into her hair and pressed his hand into the small of her back trying to have as much physical contact as possible to remind him that she was actually here with him—though very cold—and this wasn't a hallucination like the ones when he had had a particularly bad night. 

He almost sobbed in relief when she shifted slightly, and her arms wrapped around his torso. 

She was really back.

[marzipanandminutiae]

ok but what are YOUR favorite and probably real victorian funfacts?

There genuinely were some doctors who thought riding in trains would cause uterine prolapse [uterus falling out], when trains were new. The concern was that the vibrations from travelling so fast would break the fibers connecting the uterus to the abdominal wall. Unsurprisingly, this did not stop women from riding in trains. Because fuck that noise- trains!!!

One time in the 1840s a bunch of doctors shellacked live horses and rabbits and concluded, when the animals died (probably from heat exhaustion after being unable to sweat), that they had suffocated and that mammals breathed partially through our skin.

Some beauty manuals of the era may have created accidental sunscreen. Occasionally you see advice to wear cold cream on your face when going out, to prevent sunburn. This probably mostly didn't work- but some cold cream recipes contained zinc oxide for a "white foundation" effect, due to beauty standards favoring very light skin, which may have created a low-level SPF. Other manuals also advocate sealing the cold cream in with powder...which even more frequently involved zinc oxide.

A dentist may have gotten away with a malpractice death by blaming tightlacing. A 23-year-old maid named Annie Budden, of Preston, England, went to have a tooth pulled in January of 1895 and suffocated after the procedure, during which she had been dosed with nitrous oxide. The dentist said she was tightlaced and therefore the coroner ruled that he was not at fault- however said dentist claimed that her natural waist was 23" and her corset measured 18". Presumably that's the closed measurement, and corsets were commonly worn with at least a 2" lacing gap at the time (one corset ad I've seen mentions that women liked to give the theoretical closed measurement of their corset as their waist measurement, to make it sound smaller, while actually wearing it with the customary gap). Ergo, she was only laced down about 2-3 inches, a difference unlikely to cause asphyxiation. The fact that she worked as a maid similarly calls the assessment into question- how could she have successfully done physical labor while laced down in a way that diminished her lung capacity so much? Her employer vouched for her good character and excessive tightlacing was seen as vanity- and would have been noticed by making Miss Budden look out-of-proportion physically. That doesn't add up either, to me. The dentist went on to become mayor of the town where this all happened.

That thing above started as a fun fact about the only credible death due to tightlacing and then I looked into it more and now I'm just mad.

Justice For Annie Budden

Sorry this has gotten off-track but I'm still mad about the whole Annie Budden thing

[goinggoats]

I wonder if switching to a more text-based medium has affected the pacing of Paranatural or if it was always meant to be this sudden coming-together of all of the pieces of the puzzle that is Mayview.

[vmprchn]

We really are artist 😫🤚🏻

@vmprchn and i are artists 😍😍