wow i had a really and truly awful dream just now where some sort of terrible unspecified large-scale disaster had happened and Baby Sister had gotten—killed or possibly ““just”” braindead?? unclear—and i had to call a hospital—or possibly morgue, that also wasn’t clear—and tell them her birth date and find this out over the phone, and literally the dream ended with the nurse(?) confirming this to me, in the brusque not-really-sympathetic way cranky overworked nurses often have, because i’m pretty sure i distressed myself so much i woke myself up??? just like. immediate gasping surfacing out of full deep sleep, heart racing, sweats, etc. writing this out to put some distance between me and the very viscerally immediate emotional experience of it bc wow that was. extremely extremely distressing!!! god. might actually be the worst thing that could happen to me. anyway. really very sincerely sucked, terrible dream, F minus minus, would NOT order again. package-contained-bobcat-xkcd-strip.gif. god. full-body wet-dog-shaking-itself-off shudder.
People (and I) are on the wagon of Morro having muscles. But I do like to draw him as skinny. Not cause of any preferred body type, I think ghosts of the Cursed Realm die and are shown as/at their worst in their previous life while natural ghosts like Lilly would look young and healthy in the Departed Realm.
That being said, my theory for why Morro is skin and bones in my minifig design (ex Cole Garmadon AU)
cw: for injury, starvation, being trapped, and death
In S5 the Ninja find Morro's skeleton in the cave of the FSM, laid against rocks that don't look at all comfortable to lay on.
I'm guessing that he suffered from trauma to the head/body and was left trapped underground after (presumably) getting hit by a kethanol geyser; Slowly growing immobile to the point that he couldn't escape nor fix his wounds.
And with that immobility came paralyzation, then starvation, then dying on the rocks he tried resting on to preserve his strength.
It's not like he was with anyone at the time, so he was alone. And no one knew he was there until the Ninja got down there.
do you ever think about how mike wheeler watched dozens of people get eaten by demodogs (: do you ever think about how traumatized he is (: do you ever think about how, in the face of that horror, he forced himself to pull it together and think logically so he could tell joyce to knock will out (: do you ever think about how he had to watch his best friend slowly fade away in front of him (: sorta like how he watched el turn herself to dust to save him (: do you ever think about mike wheeler being so smart and caring and saving people and losing them and being just so traumatized (: do you ever hurt (((((:
Sometimes I wonder if my backyard misses my dog. If the lawn feels lonely without him basking in the sun on it. If the plum tree notices he’s gone and there’s no one to roll in the dropped fruit and get their fur stained red. I wonder if the squirrels miss him even as they sneak down from the fence into the yard in a way he never would have allowed. I wonder if the crows who come to take the snacks we still leave out some days as small memorials think about the dog who used to be here, whose snacks and leftovers now keep them nourished. I wonder if the songbirds who drink from his water bowl that we still keep filled remember why it’s there.
RIP Hana’s dad, died as he lived, throwing people into woodchippers after going along with a bunch of terrible decisions and somehow still believing anything he did helped “the young people of the future”.
So, I have a question. What did the GSA do throughout the war to honor any fallen comrades-in-arms? Would the ones that could get one recieve a proper burial? And what of those that couldn't?
Okay this is a sadder one
So pretty much throughout the war, if someone died and they still had the remains, they would send them off with whatever custom that person would have been familiar with. If they could do it, that is.
Most of the people that died probably wouldn’t have been able to have a proper send off. A lot would die in enemy territory, or simply vanish on a lost ship/on a battlefield etc.
It was customary in the GSA to inscribe the names of the fallen into the walls of their bases. People would brush their hands against them in passing when going down the hallways past the inscriptions. There was a dedicated person or two at a base to keep detailed lists and re-engrave the inscriptions because they would wear down with the touches.
For Star Warriors (Who were a separate, special member of the GSA - the ones who felt called by the stars in times of great need/could sense each other etc) - It was also customary to inscribe the fallen one's name into their Gold Star and place it somewhere peaceful. - This was somewhat dependent on the person, because a fair few comrades of the fallen Star Warrior would keep the star to remember them by.
I actually snuck a little snippet of this in in Starliner. Meta Knight and Jecra leave Garlude's Star on a planet they spent a little rest time on in what was once heart of the GSA territory:
And then later on, after Meta Knight loses everything, he attempts to single-handedly hold off the invading Nightmare forces from the planet he left their Stars on:
If he hadn't found Sword and Blade a while later, he would have died in some reckless grief/guilt ridden attempt at trying to kill Nightmare in direct combat.
(God this old artwork is gonna make me shrivel up and combust. Look at those wonky ass stars)
In the good days. They would hold a candle vigil, too. Then have a big party as a send off for them. Most of them would have died defending against Nightmare, and that meant that their lives were something to celebrate.
i once did a matchup for someone who really loved izuku and it was like the one character they loved for a long time and when i did th matchup i did absolutely everything in my power to not give them izuku
anyway, if anyone did that to me and wolf I would hunt them down and put a wooden stake through their heart and watch them bleed out
a fun thing about me is i’m just very very stupid. this month’s award goes to spending the weeks around the anniversary of a close friend’s death going ‘huh! i wonder why i’m so sad this week and why i’m crying over [thing that just reminded me of him]!’ and taking a good 10 minutes to figure it out. and then repeating that on an at least daily basis. all while being fully aware of the anniversary date. it feels like that scene from buffy where no one can remember that ben is glory, and weirdly, it’s funny/exasperating enough to put a reasonably-sized dent in the grief.
#rl death cw #my brain @ me 'now... do we suspect there may be some kind of connection between your friend's death and you being sad?' #me: shocked pikachu face #like for weeks i was making calendars for project timelines and being corrected on them by colleagues who were like #'it's so weird that you consistently forget to include this specific week of may' #and me every single time being like 'yeah that IS weird wonder why that keeps happening' before suddenly being like ... oh yeah 🤦♂️ #i know i have a solid family history of just straight up repressing memories we don't like #but it's very weird to witness it happening only halfway and to myself #brains are fun!
#sightings#paranormal#1990s#vhs #this is about people with visions of murders #the anonymous man did divination in scratches on his doorway and decided they were visions of the Gainesville ripper #later it turned out his 'vision' of the killer was wrong #but he swore that he'd find The Second Killer #murder cw#death cw #serial killer cw
Do you remember everyone you couldnt save? Or is it easier to push it away to carry on?
honesty hour 👀 anon or not I have to answer
"It'd be easier, wouldn't it? To say I didn't remember.
And sometimes I don't- I don't remember names. But I remember faces. I remember hands coated in energon, shaking, clinging to my arm while I tried to ease their pain, begging me to save them. Begging me not to let them die.
I remember rushing to a location for an evac to find a gunmetal gray body, hand clutched around a comm unit, a husk lying in wait for rescue that would never come.
I remember the fields of parts and spilled energon and the smell of badly burnt wiring and the sickly sweet smell that carries when a spark suffers rapid burnout, boiling the innermost energon as the individual dies.
I remember distress calls we couldn't answer, and finding only the dead and dying at the ones we could.
Remembering names is certainly one thing, but between information creep and the immeasurable loss of life during the war? It would be impossible without a perfect photographic memory.
But remembering faces? Voices? Carnage and bloodshed and the tears of the dying, the corpses of the dead?
Maybe other doctors could forget. I never could."
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[ @xrainbowxmusesx LIKED For A Starter || Terrance ]
[ Ris ]
It was no secret to him that the scientist was someone to look out for. He’d watched Leslie come and go from the lab, and he wasn’t very happy with that. If he’d already established not only contact, but a relationship with Terrance, then he would have a hard time with keeping Leslie to himself. That thing would come looking for him.
As such, he figured he needed to pay Terrance a visit, himself.
Arriving in the form of a raven with a strip of blond on the head and face, Ris dropped down into his human form with a flutter of the modified cassock he wore. It was completely open at the sides, save for the belt around his middle. The underwear visible on the sides was showed straps, no doubt something skimpy.
Ryder liked this outfit, even if he insisted the slit wasn’t high enough. Much as Ris tried, he wasn’t sure he could attain the desires of his lover, if only because there was hardly another place he could make one without being entirely naked. He had a feeling that Ryder wouldn’t like to share that with the world... But perhaps he would.
When it was apropos, he would have to ask.
But that wasn’t why he was here. No, he was going to see about putting a stop to Leslie’s visits. What he hadn’t figured out was quite what he wanted to do. He had a silver tongue, certainly, but brute force was much more fun.
Instead of simply entering, he knocked at the door, tenting his hands in front of his mouth, thumbs pressed under his chin.
#Offer Me That Deathless Death Good God Let Me Give You My Life (Ris Mertz) #The City Is War-Torn Nearly Impassable (Ris and Terrance - xRainbowxMusesx) #It’s The Apex Predator With A Sermon For The Listener Seduce & Destroy (Ryder x Ris - SouthxParkxAfterxDark) #cw vampirism#cw cannibalism#cw blasphemy#(Bedroom Eyes)