#wendy the bereaved

[luckykdp7]

Wendy as Ms. Loon from "Mon Colle Knights"

sorry if I also didn't know about your birthday soon Wendy...

[vahalia-cress]

⸸ Bereaved ⸸

[ ♫ ]

She felt the sting of the cold on her cheeks. Had she not been numb internally, she surely would have felt the bite of the cold in Ishgard coursing through her veins. A small blessing perhaps had she not of denounced the possibility entirely due to the circumstances.

Vahalia looked worn, tired, and at the edge of emotional collapse though in public she held herself together quite well.

The last two days leading up to this very moment was both a blur and equally seared into her memory. Time ilmed slowly and painfully and for what was a familiar comfort, was now lost to her. Creature sat silently without stirring behind her eyes and the only murmurs and voices that collected at her ears were the sounds of the Priestess speaking.

All she knew were gathered within the garden of the Cress estate – in name only, the home which had been a place she grew up was merely stone walls encasing pain and torment for as long as she walked them.

It was as if a curse was designed to take every Cress woman there was. First Odessa, now Valeria. She had known there were ramifications coupled with the title and territory her family held but she had not imagined this. The very actions that had lead her to Tural and to Ophelia, eventually led her to the death of her kin.

Not just any kin, her twin. A shared womb, a shared pain through childhood. 

Valeria had not deserved this and in truth, Vahalia knew it should have been her laying on the slab wrapped in fine linen.

Already the vibrant and jubilant smile of Valeria’s was fading. Marred, scathed, and threatening to distort itself from her reality. Curse the lifestream for not allowing her a proper haunting…

At least then, a piece of Valeria would have remained beyond just a simple husk.

Tenderly Vahalia’s hand dipped into the pocket of her jacket searching for the loose necklace her sister often wore. The sharp edges of the filigree pricked at her fingers. She needed something; anything that was a connection to her splintered soul. Then again, small tokens would have never been enough to fill the void that expanded inside of her.

Carrera stood close to Wendy, Osric stood stalwart with his head slightly bowed, Vahalia could tell he was mourning in silence as the Priestess continued the rite of Valeria’s passing. Chione and Penelope held one another and even throughout the ceremony, Vahalia could feel her cousin’s concerned eyes set upon her. Aunt Adelle remained beside her Daughter – the Houses of Blackheart, Eirwen, Cress and all those who knew Valeria had been there to say their goodbyes.

A dark show of the loss of life rather than celebrating it. Alas, it was the way of their ancestors. To bless those who passed into the lifestream only to hope one would flourish anew in another life, another energy; were there evidence of it being possible. It was a pleasant thought, a good one had Vahalia been one to cling to happy endings and comforting stories.

Her heart ached again. The squeezing sensation deep within her ribcage she had not been able to shake. A tormenting grip that could not relent no matter how much she willed it. She wanted revenge, anything to quell the annoying swell within her chest, though it was easily masked by the waves of pain she had been feeling internally.

Annette and Marion wept as the younger woman held her elder and tried to console her co-worker. Bruce remained near, Hyaka vigilant. Once more Vahalia’s eyes roved over the crowd. Close friends of theirs and some unfamiliar faces she saw amongst the bodies, which she only knew by name, were people Valeria had worked with within the city.

Hakan, Cordelia, and Ricard were absent, though she knew the reasons that likely kept them at bay. Either it was time and distance, the lack of receiving the missives in time, or simply the feeling of how it might have looked how they have shown. It was no secret that Valeria and Cordelia had their differences but they were blood. Ricard having once been betrothed to the deceased Cress and furthermore, the lacking presence of Damien whom she had not seen in what felt like eons.

Perhaps it was for the best.

Rites were simply a way of processing into the afterlife and not a necessity.

When the Priestess ceased her words, her fingers dipped into the golden bowl she held as a mixture of wine and blood was flicked over linen. She chanted in a low tongue, words offering prayer with each flick and the dapple of vibrant red seeping into the crisp white fabric that had covered and wrapped Valeria’s face.

Below, she was unmarred, safe, unmarked by pain or the remnants of how Vahalia had found her. In the final verse, the Priestess drew her thumb along the center of Valeria’s forehead and a kiss was offered forth with meaning as the Priestess’s lips touched down on the linen of the deceased’s crown.

When done, flowers, woven circlets, and trinkets were placed at the side of Valeria’s body, each person taking their time with final goodbyes and leaving tokens of adoration for her to take with her to her final rest. Envelopes of letters were left behind – words that would never be read and the now vibrant wreaths of winter jasmine and rose hips would eventually wither and die. These are tokens that were cherished now but would be long forgotten in the months and years to come.

How solemn and lonely the afterlife seemed, swathed in darkness. If only Valeria could see how much she was loved.

Vahalia’s hand gripped the necklace in her pocket tightly, willing herself to step forward and place the heirloom where it rightfully belonged but her feet would not move. Rooted in place, unable to part with the only thing she had left of her sister.

She could not. She would not.

She wasn’t sure how long she had stood in the garden long after people gave their offerings and filed out. Some family members offered Vahalia their condolences and love in the form of hugs and reaching for her hand in passing – all of which had sparked little to no response from Vahalia herself.

Vahalia was not herself, she was no longer feeling whole as part of her had been bitten off and passed align with Valeria into her eternal rest.

Her feet felt heavy like she had been unable to move, feeling as if though she wasn’t sure where to go there after. A small fear of wanting to leave and forgetting everything that transpired, as if her mind and memory would remain in this very spot if she moved.

When Bruce stepped forward, the two being the only ones remaining in the garden, Vahalia barely registered his hand that rested on her mantle until he spoke, “Lady Cress, You must head inside. Forgive me for being so bold to ask but where would you like me to place her? By your mother?”

She knew he meant the family mausoleum buried beneath their very feet. The lined stone walls with stone coffins of their ancestors and family that had passed previously.

No.

She could not leave Valeria here, a place in which had been her demise.

For what felt like the first time all afternoon, Vahalia blinked, her eyes stung with warmth, “No. Prepare her transport for Black Water Bay. See to it that the coffins of Baron, Charlotte and Odessa are on the journey as well.”

“Ma’am?” her question in a low tone, curiously.

“There is nothing left to come back to here. If I am to build anew, they will accompany me on that path in life and I will keep them close.” she finally stepped forward, her hand reaching out for Valeria’s feet where her fingertips delicately felt at the cold fabric.

This wasn’t her.

All of this was beautiful but she knew deep down, Valeria was long gone and she had no other choice but to accept the passing for what it was. Perhaps in another time, another life, another bud of energy, the two would be together again.

For now – they both would have to walk their separate paths alone.

[prolifeproliberty]

I was curious, you are a prolife activist, a teacher, and becoming a doula as well correct? So clearly you have a passion for children, if you don't mind me asking, Where did that passion come from and do you plan on having kids of your own?

Thanks for asking!

I’ve always liked working with children, so teaching made sense. What’s funny is I thought I would love teaching early elementary, but while it might be fun to read books to a couple kindergartners, managing 25 at one time was a little tougher lol

Middle school works for me because the kids are a bit more independent and they can have rational discussions about their behavior. I also like having 50-minute class periods rather than the same group of kids all day.

All of that I guess ties into my passion for pro-life activism - I care about children and don’t want to see them hurt, including preborn children. That activism started in 2013 when then-Texas State Senator Wendy Davis did her filibuster against a pro-life law being passed in Texas. I had never before seen someone so passionately argue for the destruction of innocent children. It boggles my mind that anyone could be pro-abortion. Prior to that, I saw abortion as some terrible thing that happened in other places, not something that I would ever have to deal with. Then I learned there was an abortion facility less than 10 minutes from where I lived at the time. That was it- I was now involved. I became a sidewalk advocate, started a pro-life group on my campus, interned and then worked for Students for Life. I’m still involved with my local pro-life advocacy group doing sidewalk advocacy and 40 Days for Life.

The doula thing was a natural extension of my pro-life beliefs. I read statistics that showed having a doula reduced complication rates for both moms and babies, and I found an organization in my area that provides free doula services. I got my initial training with them and attended my first few births as a volunteer doula. They were really woke/leftist however, and eventually I realized I didn’t want to actually be associated with them. The final straw was when they put out a call to their volunteers asking who could offer abortion doula services for Jane’s Due Process, a group that helps minors get abortions without their parents’ knowledge/consent.

So now I’m an independent doula and I got my certification from Stillbirthday. I’m certified as a birth and bereavement doula, which means I support moms and babies even when there’s a situation where the baby may not survive or has already died in the womb. That was important for me, because part of that involves recognizing the humanity and personhood of babies in the womb, including those miscarried very early. Because I recognize their humanity, I can validate the grief that the parents feel. They lost a child, not just a “potential baby” or a “pregnancy.”

The trouble right now is that I would love to be a full time doula, but I can’t afford to give up my current salary in the hopes of being able to make a living as a doula. So that limits how many clients I can take and when I can take them (mostly during the summer).

As for having kids of my own…without going into a lot of personal details, it would take a miracle (literally an act of God) for that to happen. And I’ve made peace with the reality that it most likely won’t happen. I enjoy my work, and I enjoy being “aunt” to a lot of my friends’ kids.

[spidergirlpalps]

WX-78, The Soulless Automaton

Wendy, The Bereaved

Wilson, The Neurodivergent

[peanut-tyrug]

How would y’all feel if I made character portraits for the main DS cast?

I will be stylizing the characters according to my style but the frames will basically just look the portrait frames for DST

I will only be doing the main 8 from the first game. Each will be given their title

Each drawing will be done in roster order

Wilson the Gentlemen Scientist

Willow the Firestarter

Wolfgang the Strongman

Wendy the Bereaved

WX-78 the Soulless Automaton

Wickerbottom the Librarian

Woodie the Lumberjack

Wes the Silent

Wes will be the last one I’m doing unfortunately

I might do the other characters at some point after this

[briefbookreviewsuk]

Brief Book Review - Kill For Me Kill For You by Steve Cavanagh

Another twisty , engaging thriller from author Steve Cavanagh , released as a hardback in the United Kingdom on 3rd August 2023.

The plot ? - Amanda and Wendy meet at a Bereavement Counselling group and hatch a cunning plan to rid each other of their worst enemies. A " Strangers on a Train" vibe - but will they go through with their plan and are their intended victims who they think they are ?

A great read - check out my review below :

[loststolenorstrayed]

32 and36 with your favorite dont starve

My favourite Don't Starve is far and away Wendy Carter, The Bereaved =) [The little blonde girl with the ghost sister]

32 - Something guaranteed to make them smile

The only things that can really make Wendy smile anymore are summoning Abigail or winning in competition. In the moment Abigail comes back after double-dying, there's always the hope that this time, it'll be the same again. Strangely, the sight of roses and the queen's structures sometimes works too.

36 - Wendy keeps the same expression and affect 90% of the time [A sad but neutral frown, no matter what's going on.] When she's angry, she tries to act stern and intimidating, but gives up quickly, wondering aloud why she even tries. She doesn't really express fear or deeper than usual sadness outwardly at all, and when she gets excited she's very shy and hesitant about it. Her shield of misery is scary to come out from, both because she fears it will drive away Abigail and because she fears people will make fun of her.

[valleyledger]

LOCAL WOMAN THE 11TH SPEAKER FOR THE DR. & MRS. MAX LITTNER MEMORIAL LECTURE FOR BEREAVEMENT

Celebrating A Decade of Acclaimed speakers in the Heart of Bethlehem Wendy Littner Thomson, owner of Wendy Littner Thomson Counseling Services, will be presenting Navigating Grief 101: “What Helps and Hinders the Ongoing Journey” on September 25, 2024, at 7 pm (doors open 6:15 pm) at the Central Moravian Church, 73 West Church Street, Historic Bethlehem. There are a lot of myths and expectations…

[presumeddeaddie]

i was!!!!! it was awful, fantastic episode but so painful!!!!!!! if you ever do just have a box of tissues ready because it tears at your heartstrings.

i was on tumblr even back then so it was an endless stream of MERLIN HOLDING ARTHUR AS HE DIED over and over and over again.

this is making me wanna do a merlin rewatch because it's been way way too long... hmm.

pls i’d literally start crying from the opening theme just knowing what i’m abt to witness. cry all the way thru from beginning to end. i’d need a week of bereavement from work

AND that episode aired the day after my 16th birthday. it would’ve been a wrap 😭

merlin rewatch during hiatus? SANS LAST EPISODE DONT DO IT WENDY

[luckykdp7]

Wendy and Abigail Post-Constant

Wendy and Abigail are among the survivors that have been spat out from the Constant and are all living in a commune around Wilson's old shack. Wendy is honing on necromancy as well as her Ectoherbology with the help of her Uncle.

Abigail's flower is now empowered into a lantern and the sisters are both working up even more powerful arcane magic.

Abigail is now more powerful and has taken on a new shade form with new abilities such as possessing certain materials to take on physical forms.

[syaolaurant]

Wendy The Bereaved

Actually this was the first fanart I made for my Dont Starve series XD ~ 

I’m drawing Daerlynn’s dress for Arcana July Masquerade challenge and Flower festival challenge but watercolor takes too much effort ;A; Ahhhh so many challenge I want to participate but don’t have much time ...

[sapphiartnuke]

Twins

[leafsaw]

Old doods.

[agelesswatch]

Might I please be turned back to my normal time if I promise not to play with your clock trinkets anymore?

"You were playing with them?! Oh botheration, I knew I shouldn't have left them lying around."

Wanda can't find herself to be mad, especially when greeted with Wendy's little baby face. "I'll turn you back, just don't play with things you don't understand. Ms. Wickerbottom will probably have some toys for you."

Wanda sets up one of her watches to age Wendy back up.

[lvnamuraart]