#no mourners tag

[confessionsdiaz]

WAIT ARE THEY BACK

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

No time for fashion, we have a stat bonus to collect.

[doodlewolfie]

Hollow Knight if it was WOKE /j

Heavily inspired by woke world.mp4 and ultraWOKE

This entire post is a joke, please don't take any of this seriously

This is so dumb I'm sorry asdfghjgfdfghjk

Thanks to someone I know irl for help coming up with the aspid one, lol

[otosquinklus]

doomed bug yuri so crazy it makes me SICKK

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Positives about the sheer amount of repetition that happens in shul: It's tremendously helped me with being able to actually remember prayers

Negatives about the amount of repetition that happens in shul: I'm getting itty bitty parts of prayers that I remember stuck in my head

[nzn43]

Le ' Mer

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[algonavtor-art-jungle]

Inktober prompts exotic and navigator. Yeah, that's an awkward 'meet the family' episode, but what if everything was okay and Ze'mer could have a happy ending???

Featuring not yet traitor Traitor Lord and his sadly nameless daughter :(

While the mantises would likely be against this relationship, Ze'mer would probably be competent enough of a knight to prove herself to them. Plus, they're allies with Hallownest, and the Pale King would be more chill about it. His wife is a plant, AND he agreed to whatever he and Herrah did in the bedroom at least once...

Maybe in some peaceful timeline, this could lead to a better Mantis-Hallownest relationship.

Sketchbooks spreads so far and some more sketches, including the cursed way I headcanon the Pale King eating

[differentsublimephantom]

Heyyy! Welcome to this (probably bad) ((also kinda rushed at times)) Ashur Gharavi cinematic universe fanfic I wrote for a school project (to clarify, I wrote the prologue and part of the main story for the project. Not this whole fic) and decided to finish, and post! Hope you like it, I figured the fandom needs more “my strange roommate” content. Btw, I write as if I’m posting on ao3 (even though I don’t yet have an account) so that’s why it has a prologue and epilogue, and “tags” so to speak. Enjoy! (Fic is under the cut 😘)

Also: @an-theduckin!!

Tags: “no beta we die like every side character in twomp, almost everyone in “the mourner” series, and marks parents, cupcake monster, and Billy Hendricks.��� Also “Mr plant and Adam use sign language” also, also, “Mr plant/argos, Adam/oliver (my strange roommate, the mourner (mentioned)” lol okay I’m done now.

Prologue:

(Oliver, the human’s, pov)

I’ve never been more afraid then when I moved in with my strange roommate. I know that sounds really mean, but if you knew him you might understand. You see, my roommate is… a bit unnerving.

Wide eyes as black as the night sky, smile a bit too wide, cheeks a little too red and rosy. He looks pretty “uncanny valley” ish.

But dispite his appearance, he is the best roommate ever. He cooks for me (even though I never see him eat anything), and he cleans up the house, he’s quiet and not annoying at all! I love him. Well, not LOVE him, I would never have a crush on him! That’d be weird. And besides, he would never love me back. Right….?

(Adam, the strange roommate’s, pov)

I’ve never been more afraid then when Oliver moved in with me. He is nice enough, don’t get me wrong. But I’m not here to make friends. I was honestly surprised he was willing to stay with me, given my… appearance. But I assume he doesn’t mind. he’s convinced himself I just look a bit odd.

What Oliver doesn’t know, is that I’m not just an odd looking human. That is to say, I’m not human at all. I am not willing to say what I am, but I can say, my species is from a place called the void. And my appearance isn’t really mine, rather it’s the way my skin suit looks. I’ve avoided letting Oliver know this, because it could disturb him, and blow my cover.

Either way, Oliver doesn’t seem to notice anything suspicious. And I love him for that. Well, not LOVE him. I’m here to research humans. Not fall in love with them. I merely prefer his company. He likes me, I tolerate him. Because he is too oblivious to notice I’m not even his species.

Either that or he doesn’t care. But that’s silly, he must simply not know, because who would want to be roommates with a monster? Definitely not him…. Right?

~~~~~~~

It was around 1:00 in the afternoon when Mr Plant heard a knock on his door. Great. Unless it was his boyfriend Argos, Mr Plant hated company. And Argos was fast asleep on his sofa, taking a nap, so who could be at the door?

Reluctantly, Mr Plant opens the door, and was pleasantly surprised to see the second (no, that’s mark.) third only person Mr Plant didn’t mind as company. Someone he had know for years, and got along with because they both hated almost everyone else.

Adam stood at the door awkwardly. Standing straight and tall, and still as a statue. For normal people, even in the void, to be so perfectly still was odd behaviour. But Mr Plant knew Adam wasn’t normal, and that this was just how he is.

Mr Plant was however, very confused as to why Adam was here? He haden’t been back to the void ever since he moved in with that human man. Oliver, was it?

Mr Plant signed out “hello, Adam. Would you like to come inside?” To which he nodded in response, and the two humanoid-yet-not-humans headed in the void/house. Mr Plant gently shook his boyfriend out of dreamland, and grabbed Adam an extra chair from the kitchen.

Adam didn’t normally speak. On account of his voice sounding like he ate a 50 year old chainsmoker. Which, to be perfectly honest, he might have. But he sounded like that even BEFORE eating him. And he didn’t want to scare his roommate with his voice, but his roommate wasn’t here right now, and given his current situation, he thought it would be worth it to speak normally.

“So. It’s been a while hasn’t it?” Mr Plant and a still-sleepy Argos were surprised to hear Adam talking. “Yeah, it has. So why the sudden visit now? Have you finally grown tired of playing house-husband?” Mr plant teased. Adam rolled his eyes.

Mr Plant and Adam had stayed penpals while Adam was in the human world, so Mr Plant was aware of the fact that Adam did, well, most if not all of the household chores. He didn’t mind though! Adam didn’t have an actual job, so he was more than happy to take care of Oliver. He was in the human world to learn about how they operated, so it was great practice. He wasn’t there to make friends after all.

And that was the problem. Adam was coming to talk to his old friends for some advice, because he may have developed a small, practically tiny, unimportant, insignificant, HUGE CRUSH on his roommate. He explained this predicament in great detail to Mr Plant and Argos, the latter looking absolutely giddy the entire time.

“I’m supposed to be a monster! I’m only in the human world to learn how they work, so I can kill them! I’m supposed to hunt, and maim, and deceive. Not have dates with my roommate!!!” Adam finished, looking down at the floor. He felt rather ashamed at himself.

Mr Plant and Argos both shared a knowing and pointed look. “Well..” Mr Plant started, with Argos nodding along for encouragement. “This may sound crazy, but.. I think you should just tell him how you feel.” “WHAT?!-” “Wait- hear us out!” Argos cut Adam off.

Mr plant shrugged. “Trust me on this. Humans are weird. You may think he’ll hate you for who and what you are, but he might be kinda into it?” Argos was nodding again. “Have you lost your minds?! He’d be terrified!” “Yeah, but you don’t REALLY know that do you?” Argos raised a brow.

Adam paused.

He really DIDNT know for sure what Oliver’s reaction would be. After all, he was always watching those silly “horror” movies, and YouTube “weird core” shorts, and reading about legends of “The Mourner” that Adam knew were NOT just legends.

Maybe he would be okay with it? But still, Adam was panicking. “I KILLED his CAT for god’s sakes! Even if he knew, he’d never have me as a mate, or “boyfriend” or whatever you’d call it. And I’d probably be a terrible one.”

Argos frowned. “You don’t know that!” He countered. Mr Plant nodded, “your a good friend to me and Argos. I think you could pull off being a boyfriend if you tried. Just more practice “fitting in” with the humans right?”

Any normal person would’ve probably said “awwwww! You guys are the best!!” At that last part, but once again, Adam was not normal. so he did his equivalent, by just shifting his gaze to the floor, and shuffling in his seat, growling lowly, like a purr. Mr Plant and Argos knew what he meant.

“Besides,” Mr Plant signed again, “You already have the household chores bit down.” Adam rolled his eyes and tried to playfully punch him from across the table, but Mr Plant’s reflexes were better than they seemed, so Adam hit air.

After a bit more chatting, and giving Adam a pep talk from Argos, Adam realized he had to get home to make dinner before Oliver got home. So, with some more teasing from Mr Plant, and a wink and thumbs up from Argos, Adam headed home. Ready to tell his roommate the truth.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was 6:30 exactly when Adam heard the distinct sound of a key in the front door lock. Right on time. Oliver came in, said hello, and sat down to eat. Thankfully Oliver knew sign, because his little Neice used it, so Adam knew communicating wouldn’t be too hard. He wasn’t quite ready to use his voice yet.

He tapped twice on the table to get Oliver’s attention. “Oh- yeah? What’s up.” “I have something to tell you.” Adam said. Oliver blinked like he was a bit surprised. “Oh- um, actually I have something to tell you too!” Adam’s “heart” raced. He was going to say he wanted to move out. Or that he hated Adam. Or that he knew what a monster Adam truly was. Or- “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time now, and I know it may sound a bit strange. Especially coming from me.” Oliver took a breath. “But- will you consider going on a date with me?”

Well. Adam certainly wasn’t expecting THAT. But the longer Adam took to respond, the more Oliver looked like he was about to cry. So before he could start to ramble out an unnecessary apology for asking, Adam stopped him by tapping on the table again. “Uh, yeah? I’m listening.”

Adam thought for a moment, then signed. “In all honesty, I would love to. But first- I have to tell you what I was going to say.” “Oh! Yes, of course! Sorry if I sorta cut you off with that.” Oliver mumbled.

Adam looked him up and down from across the table. “Just promise you won’t scream, or get scared.” “Yeah, okay. Go ahead.” Oliver waited patiently while Adam took a big deep breath. Alright. This is it. The moment of truth.

“Oliver. I’m.. not a human.” Adam waited. One minute. Two minutes. Two and a half minutes. And then he heard Oliver exhale. No, not just exhale. LAUGH. He was….. laughing..?

Adam became more confused when Oliver almost doubled over with laughter and giggles. The cutest giggles Adam had ever heard. “What’s so funny… aren’t you concerned that you’ve been living with a monster for the past 5 months?” That seemed to make the giggles finally slow down.

“Adam, THIS was the “big thing” you had to tell me?” Oliver asked cautiously. “Yes?” Adam was very nervous. Why was his roommate acting so strange? “Adam…”

“I already know.”

What. WHAT. No. No! That can’t be true. This must be Oliver’s weird human threat response kicking in. Telling him as such, and that he should lie down for a minute, only resulted in more laughing. “Adam. Bestie. Roomie. Sweetie. No offence, but you don’t hide the fact that you’re not human very well.”

“I……don’t?” “No! You never do atleast half the things a normal human would do.” “Like what?” Adam questioned. “You don’t eat, nor sleep. You don’t brush your teeth or take showers, but somehow don’t smell bad. Your chest doesn’t move when you BREATHE. Plus, you have a zipper running down your neck.”

Adam blinked, and looked at the floor sheepishly. “I thought I hid the zipper..” Oliver just laughed again, and got up from his seat at the table, quickly crossing the room to where Adam was sitting with too-perfect posture. Adam just glanced up at him. “What else gave it away?” He asked carefully.

“Other than that, the cat thing.” Adam gave a look that said “I’m sorry.” And Oliver knew what it meant. “That, and, some features are just a bit off.” “What do you mean?” “Well, your eyes are a bit too wide, and as black as the night sky. Your smile is a bit too wide, and your cheeks a little too red and rosy.”

Adam’s feelings weren’t hurt by those comments so much as he was taken aback. And also devastated, because he assumed he knew what Oliver meant by all that. “Its alright. You can leave. I won’t do anything to you.” It was Oliver’s turn to be taken aback. “What?! No- Adam. You may be a bit creepy, and you may not be human, and yes, you might have accidentally cooked my cat. But- I don’t care. I love you.”

Woah. Adam had never heard those words before from anyone. Sure, he knew what they meant, and he had seen people say it to each other on the cheesy rom-coms Oliver sometimes watched on tv. But no one had ever said them to HIM. And now he understood why the silly humans in those rom-coms had acted so happy after hearing them. Adam felt wonderful.

“Really? You mean that. Seriously, if you don’t, then you can say so.” Adam checked once more to make sure his roommate wasn’t just delirious from either shock or exhaustion.

Instead of a reply, Adam got a kiss.

A messy one, of course. Adam had never kissed anyone before, so he didn’t have much practice. But he got better with time. Trust Oliver on that, he would know.

Epilogue:

Ring……ring……ring…… “hello!” Oliver was only mildly surprised to see that the friends Adam was video calling were a man with a plant face and a man with eyes all over his body. “You guys were right. Oliver is okay with me. And he’s now my boyfriend.” Adam signed.

The one with too many eyes, apparently named Argos, absolutely beamed. While the plant rolled his eyes, and reached to pull something out of his pocket. The last thing Oliver caught before a bunch of uncontrollable laughter, was Argos yelling “Mr Plant!! You owe me twenty dollars!!!” And his boyfriends own rough voice shouting “hey!!!”

The end!

[voidbeau]

They're on my mind a little now, so can i just...?

Thinking about Flopsy tagging along on rare/special occasions with the Mourner when he's going to warn someone about their death/a close by death.

There are all kinds of people in the world who react in a variety of ways to the Mourner. Some come to accept their fate, some try to ignore or are just confused, some fight back and some are absolutely and understandably distraught.

When it comes to the panicky ones, sometimes it's nice to have someone there to help keep things calm, and Flopsy happens to be great at that! Especially when she can give a fist had account of what the afterlife is like.

To the right people.

Not everyone is going the same way after all, and the Mourner often shows up alone for those.

[yourthirdparent]

seein all the posts about bob bryar's death and it's like. okay for one i understand the sentiment of "respecting the dead" but this is a man who posted on twitter saying the police should shoot blm protestors. this is a man who during the protests was tweeting "kill them all." he surely was not respecting the dead and i don't believe anyone inherently owes him respect. that being said i do also think the widespread celebration of his death (ESPECIALLY in the comments on his profile where his family might read it) is fucked up. not to say people shouldn't celebrate (especially poc and trans people considering he had no respect for either. don't get me wrong i'm glad he's no longer around to say the shit he was saying.) but maybe commenting under his posts to be like "HAAAAAAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS THAT YOU'RE DEAD !!" and like tagging his family to talk about it is a little fucked up. you can make your posts and whatnot but i think doing that sort of thing where the people who cared about him are likely to see is a little fucked up. celebrate if you please but don't go sharing it with folks who really give a shit. the man was fucked up but not everyone in his life was too. at the very least show respect to the people who have to grieve him, even if he himself deserves none of it.

[eclairelic]

OH MMY FUCKING GOD????????? TICCI TOBY THEME???????????? OH MY FUCKING GOD??????? MARRY ME OMG AHHH I LOVE AHHHH???!!?? IS IT TICCI TOBY????? ISTG IT LOOKS LIKE HIM, EITHER I'M GOING CRAZY OR IT'S HIM

help YEAH IT IS... EHKELP

[confessionsdiaz]

im gonna fucking SCRWAM

[bubble--berry]

GVBB 2023: “The Jesper Fahey foolproof guide to getting your friends to fall in love™️” by  @theogony + beta read by @bloodyrakshasi.

“When even the imminent departure of Inej cannot prompt either her or Kaz to confront their feelings and cross the invisible line the two of them have been toeing for entirely too long, Jesper and the rest of their friends decide to take matters into their own hands with the help of PowerPoint transitions, nosy partners, and perhaps the entirety of Ketterdam University.”

Read on AO3.

Another year, another @grishaversebigbang that I almost missed but am super glad I didn't! I've always wanted to draw Jesper and Kuwei being best pals for a big bang and I was finally able to thanks to this fic. Please check it out and @intrgalartic (x), @jmie-draws (x) and @mitraavrs (x) art pieces.

[wolftheidioticfan]

One of my favorites from Teuqontu. <3

[dreamtigress]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag, @tinyarmedtrex!

(I'd forgotten it was Wednesday like twice already.)

For this WIP Wednesday, I'm going to give you a chunk of Geheugen, the 13th story in my Kanej Wensen series. Kaz & Inej are winding down and trying to recover from an argument. I wanted to explore Kaz's feelings that he doesn't always deserve Inej, and her refuting it rather strongly.

“Inej… I… I wonder, sometimes, if you’ll realize you deserve better than me… Better than I can offer you, than I am capable of being… Someone who has an easier time revealing his entire hand. Who isn’t made of secrets, who doesn’t have so many voices in his head…” He trailed off as Inej lifted her head to stare at him, her hand skimming up his side to rest over his heart. 

 “Kaz… Did you never realize that maybe you’re exactly what I deserve? Someone who loves me for exactly who I am now? Violence and strength and sharp edges? I wouldn’t ever be content with a nice Suli husband who wanted me to stop hunting. I want the man who has never doubted my ability to be dangerous. I need the man who’ll fight by my side. You asked me to trust you earlier, and I’m asking that you trust that you’re exactly who I deserve.”

Her words hit him like a hot shower, washing away most of his doubts. The phrase ‘violence and strength and sharp edges’ stood out. He’d known from the moment he’d met Inej that she was strong, and her sharp tongue and wit had impressed themselves upon him soon after. But violence… that had surely come from him. From everything he’d asked her to do as the Wraith. It troubled him, so he asked, “Do you deserve me because you’re violent, and so am I? Because I feel like I led you to that path, Inej.”

She pulled away enough to be able to meet his eyes. “No… Our violence and our gentleness balance out in each other. You had to shove all of your good deep inside to survive the Barrel. I shut mine away to keep it safe. But we call it out in each other, Kaz. Without having to let go of the things that kept us alive. Our instincts help us fight our enemies and our demons, even now. You might have given me my first knife, but I chose to use it. I chose to sharpen it, sharpen myself.” She paused, breaking eye contact as she glanced away, towards his wardrobe. “You weren’t there, guiding my hand, when I used Sankt Petyr to cut off Captain Orlov’s clothes, or Kasim’s knives to torture him… that was all me. I can’t blame you for my actions, and you can’t take credit or blame away from me.”

“I’m not trying to, I just…”

Inej’s gaze whipped back to him, “We deserve each other because of all of it, Kaz. Because of all of the horrible things we’ve been through. Why don’t you think you deserve good things?”

Kaz closed his eyes and whispered through the ache in his chest, “Because I’m afraid I’ll lose them. That I’ll lose you. I’ve lost so much already.”

Without warning, Inej wrapped her arms tightly around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You won’t be rid of me easily, Kaz Brekker.”

He returned the embrace, inhaling the scent of her freshly washed hair, and attempting to believe her fierce assertion. “I hope not… Because you… you made that word a part of vocabulary again. Hope. It was a foolish thing to let myself have. And now I can’t help it. I can’t help but hope for our lives to be intertwined. It’s all your fault, Inej Ghafa.”

“I will happily take the blame for that.”

Geheugen should be coming soon to A03, once i get it through another edit run!

Soft tagging: @kezzzx, @19burstraat, @intosnarkness

[shalom-iamcominghome]

In the Jewish tradition, the special prayer known as the Mourners' Kaddish is not about death, but about life, and it praises God for having created a basically good and livable world. By reciting that prayer, the mourner is reminded of all that is good and worth living for.

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How does God make a difference in our lives if He neither kills nor curses? God inspires people to help other people who have been hurt by life, and by helping them, they protect them from the danger of feeling alone, abandoned, or judged.

-When Bad Things Happen to Good People, Harold S. Kushner, p. 153, 1981