#dying process

[hopalongfairywren]

Whumptober2022- Will they tell your story?

(This was requested by @p0psycle; c!Tommy healing. I kinda strayed from the original prompt, but never the less here you go.)

Their is an old man who likes to sit on an old bench, by the old church of Prime. He sighs as the aroma of blooming flowers and fresh earth fills the air, hanging in a low mist over the dew soaked grass.

If you see him on a morning like this one, you might notice he talks. A lot. Even without another person present, like now. He talks to the birds, the trees, the cows and the sky. If you come up to him, he will smile and make pleasant conversation. He will show you the Polaroid pictures of his family, of his garden, of his cow.

But not today. He is alone today, with his thoughts and memories.

Today he has decided to wake up before them, and head down to the graveyard by Church Prime. He smiles, his old and wrinkled face lined and dimpled.

He sighs, and tucks a wispy strand of snow-white hair back from his eyes. Today is a beautiful day after all, even if his eyesight was not what it used to be.

And then, the old man with white streaked silver hair stands up, and begins to talk.

"It's been a while innit? I haven't been feeling as well these past few weeks, but the doctor said these walks might be improving my health. I dunno if he's right, but I feel better." He says, rambling to nobody in particular.

He gets up stiffly, and crosses over to the graveyard. Dozens of headstones, ranging in size, appearance and date, scatter the plot of land. The man stops at one of the newer ones, it's soil still upturned. His gaze grows soft.

"I guess it's sort of poetic, in away. Now that you're gone, I'm all that's left here. Of the original server anyways." He paused thoughtfully. "Well Purpled, I'm sure you're getting plenty of money and glory where ever you are."

After he had become Admin, he decided to close off server invites for a while. He was glad he relaxed his - if he hadn't he wouldn't have met his wife.

But in a way it was also quietly heartbreaking to see everyone die or move on.

If you were listening to him, and you asked what he, Tommyinnit, the only living member of the Dream SMP still alive, had to show for it, he would have smiled brightly. Echos of his youth ghosting his grinning face.

"Well..."

But currently, he is by himself. It doesn't stop him from talking though.

He turns around to another, older tombstone. "Eret. Oh Eret. It's been nearly eight decades since we all-" He pauses, taking a breath. "Since we followed you to the Final Control Room. And twenty-two years since you've died." Tommy swallows, as memories flit through his mind. Softer and blurrier now with age, but painful all the same.

"I know I told you back then, but I forgive you. You were stupid, but we were all, stupid. And you really tried, to make amends, y'know. That was cool." Tommy smiles as a tear runs down his cheek. "I've taken over the mueseum now, it's so much bigger and fancier. You would have loved the room dedicated to the history of the Palace."

Bitter-sweetness flashes through Tommy's mind. He turns walks towards another row of headstones. "That isn't all. I wrote down everything, for everyone in L'manberg. He paused by one of the stones, straightening a flower vase left their.

"The good, the bad, the all of it. Jack, Niki, Fundy, Even Wilbur and Eret." One face Tommy would never forget flashed through Tommy's mind.

"Especially Wilbur. And I've told anyone who'd listen too about the fish-fucking. They all know. Hell, they even know you're bald, man!" Tommy finished adjusting the flower vase on Jack Manifold's grave, smiling. His smile fades as a more somber expression crosses his face.

"I raised money for the statue of Technoblade and Philza, at the center of the server portal hub." His heart aches at the memory.

"I spoke out against tyranny, all forms, across all sorts of servers. I wish I had done more." Tommy said, sighing. Another smile tugs at his lips as he makes his way down the row of tombstones.

"Ranboob, my man. You have two gravestones now, you mad-lad. The first death one, and the second death one! I can't say everything you did I was a fan of..." Tommy winced.

"But really, I miss you. Your journals too. I'm still trying to understand what kinda drugs you were on when you wrote in your diary." Tommy snickered. "Tubbo helped me. He's buried right next to you. I made sure of it." He bent down, wincing as his back protested, but smiling as he ran a wrinkled hand over the smooth marble of Tubbo's gravestone.

"The best fucking friend I could have asked for. And I mean it. You were their for me when I needed you, all the time. Love you, king." Tommy said, straightening back up.

He breathed deeply, enjoying the breeze as another thought came to him. "Oh!" He clapped his hands together, and made his way out of the graveyard, down the street to a large, brick building.

"I opened the first ever free-of-cost center for abused children and teens in any server, right here. It took a lot of work, and so much patience, but, thanks to this, no other kid around here will have to go through what I went through. I'll make sure of it." Tommy clenched his fist, as a now hazier image of a masked man came to mind.

Tommy paused to cough, frowning. "Huh. I guess early morning walks don't help with coughs." His vision begins to swim, and in his heart, Tommy knows. But he shakes his head, determination filling his veins.

"I hope it's helped, at least." Tommy sighed, as tiredness crept up on him. Despite the sun being fully up, he wasn't hungry for breakfast yet. So he crossed back over to the church once again, even as exhaustion made itself apparent .

"I've done a lot. Big man and all, but..." Tommy's breath grew hoarser and shorter, as the birds began to sing.

"...Have I done enough? For everyone?"

Tommy closed his eyes, and saw them. His friends, his family, all watching him, starlight glimmering off of their see-through bodies, smiles on their faces. A wave of peace washed over Tommy as he sank down onto the bench, feeling two starry bodies on either side of him.

Tommy kept his eyes shut as several tears began to drip down his face. "Oh I can't wait to see you all again..." He murmured, opening his eyes.

His view of the graveyard was getting foggy, as his vision swirled with bright light, and breaths left his throat in tiny wisps.

"It's only a matter of time." He whispered, closing his eyes once again.

#whumptober2022 #no.31 #comfort #fic #dsmp #c!tommy #past character death #refrenced child abuse #dying process #who lives who dies who tells your story

[remembertheplunge]

What will we do when we are old? We have no children.

Well, some thoughts  and comments re: the Atwater visit last night this am (7/30/2000).

Mom told stories about the ending of her parent’s lives.

Mom’s Dad Henery , dying from an illness, followed his doctor to the door of his home “Isn’t there anything you can do for me? The Doctor just left.

Mom’s Mom, Katherine,  called her begging Mom  to come back to Lincoln, Nebraska from Atwater, California so Katherine wouldn’t have to enter a convalescent home. Mom said no. Her Mom died at home the next day.

Is dad dying? I held his hand. Kissed him. Said that I loved him as I prepared to leave. He said he loved me. Mom stood and watched, all awash with tears. Last I saw, she had climbed in bed with him, to support him. Dad got up, went in the bathroom alone, without his walkers we ate breakfast. We heard a noise. I went back. He was fine. He turned, looked out the window of the bathroom and said “beautiful day out there.” This morning he asked “Where do you live?”

Last night, as we put him to bed, Zoe kissed him, he kissed her as she put her head to his lips. She reminded him that once she “danced” on his feet. She talked of Butterfly kisses—eye lashes to forehead. Did I recall? 

Last night, we listened to Zoe’s Martini Madness CD. We danced the Bosinova and drank martinis. Dad watched and I imagine, enjoyed it. We dined on chicken and dumplings.

Several times, Dad stood up and peed in a bottle in the living room, which, all evening, had the sweet smell of poop. Mom doesn’t want him going in a nursing home. Tough way for her to move into 70.

Zoe asked me “What will we do when we are old? We have no children.”

End of this part of the entry.

Zoe is my sister. She died 5/14/2023. 

My father died 10/9/2000.

My mother died 10/28/2012

mother's parents's deaths

#journaling #dying process #death father's death. #fears of aging #family unity in the face of death #7/30/2000

[mikakuna]

i see this jason todd who actually looks his very young age (instead of the 30yr old man that comics like to portray)

and feel my heart breaking just imagining bruce beating him up, almost killing him, mind-breaking him, and just overall being a total piece of shit father towards him.

a huge chunk of the reason why people don't view bruce's actions towards jason as abusive or wrong is because jason doesn't look his age. he's drawn to be this 35yr old father of three who looks even older than dick (and way too on par with bruce) that people see their fights as one between batman and any of his regular rogues. when they fight, it just looks like batman is fighting a man his age and not an actual young person. it doesn't look like batman is fighting his son who's barely even drinking age (and who def wasn't drinking age in utrh). their fights are portrayed in a way that eliminates the very real power struggle between them.

this applies to jason's entire character as well. a lot of people don't sympathize with how he died or his actions as robin or his fights with the other bats because he doesn't look his age. he always looks older and scarier than everyone else. tim has many sympathizers from the titans tower incident because jason just looked like a grown man fighting a 12yr old (even tho i disagree, tim was built and like 17 lmfao).

anyways, i just wish comics would actually draw jason to look his age, which literally ranges from 19 to early twenties. he's young- so young, and it's so annoying to see him drawn and written as someone older than even bruce.

#the way everyone in jason's robin run saw him as this adult despite him being 12-15 #like what the fuck #just because a child has experienced more than the average adult doesn't make him any less of a child #it's like the typical groomer thought process #if jason was shown younger in arkham knigjt for example there'd be less people calling him whiny #they showed 15yr old jason's torture scenes like he was a 25 yr old #he should've been shown as the small child he was #it would've put more perspective into how cruel and fucked it was of the rogues to torture a literal child #and then bruce almost killing him in rhato... #now imagine if jason looked his age there #honestly this all just feeds into the idea that jason feels too small for his big body #imagine being this tiny kid growing up and then dying and coming back to life as this tank #arghhhhh!!!!! #jason todd #red hood #batman #jason peter todd #bruce wayne #jason todd deserves better

[addyourlife]

#end of life #dying process

[drbtinglecannon]

Everyone enjoy this pic of our new cat, Chester. The thousand-yard stare and extremely mushed face really make it an instant classic

#cats #tc posts #part of why ive been so busy & dying was all this stuff w adopting him but its all calming down now. its been a process introducing him #to the other two cats but theyre all starting to chill & hang out which is all i could ask for is them to be friends #chester is kinda dumb but also very smart. classic kitten behavior #tho introducing him to his new brothers has been less stress than getting him fixed & having him in a cone for 10 days. that was rough

[goodtimeswithgrian]

hey, keep your big dogs on leash

#i love it when i get a new brush and suddenly my art process completely changes. also hi i have covid and i feel like im dying #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #big dogs #well. one big dog at least. #secret life #slsmp #my art

[galoogamelady]

Here's a preview of stuff. I am not sure when I'll get the results, probably in a few months? Which is fine, I have plenty of work to catch up on. But if you wanted those standees and whatnot, keep an eye on my socials!

#I didn't order a lot of anything #only 20 pieces at max #I wanted to make a lot more things but I am kinda dying still and I was on a deadline #and I got a 100 other things to work on #there will be a review video with process footage and everything #Buttons #Meg #Val #WIP #merch

[zeroducks-2]

When I see Jason and Bruce acting like the stereotypical "prodigal son and gruff but loving father" (in canon!) my blood boils.

Jason died. Bruce did not avenge him, not even "playing by the rules", so not even by arresting the Joker. He didn't do JACK SHIT after his boy was murdered. And once Jason came back, Bruce slit his throat in order to save the life of the man who murdered him, and then left him to die in a burning building.

They should be unable to coexist in the same room let alone speak let alone have a "difficult but ultimately loving relationship". I hate you DC I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE

#the enormous injustice of what happened to Jason is hard to even process #he's one of the most mistreated mainstream characters I've ever seen (as in mistreated by the writers and directors) #this boy died and his family didn't lift a finger and suddenly he comes back and everything is his fault #it's his fault for dying it's his fault for being traumatized it's his fault for suffering it's his fault for being angry it's HIS FAULT #while Bruce keeps being heroic and stoic and in the right even if he slits a boy's neck in order to save his murderer's life #because how dare Jason demand love and demand justice and demand his pain to be seen and heard and acknowledged #aaarghbgvnhgrghenvvfkj I know this is nothing new but I'm hella stressed so this is going to be my emotional outlet for today apparently #bruce wayne #jason todd #my meta

[mykaeba]

…he was just here so he could watch me.

#THERE IS NO SIGNATURE ON THIS #please don’t steal!!! #THIS IS BECAUSE I WAS CRYING MAKING THIS #(and didn’t want to go through the whole process again) #COULDNT FIND A WAY TO CONVERT PIXEL ART INTO GOOD QUALITY GIF #i was dying inside gfhjfjdhfgghjf #anywayyyyy #woo pixel art!! #dsmp #dsmp fanart #dream smp #dream smp fanart #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanart #my art

[adhd-merlin]

did you ever really think about the merry-go-round of betrayal arthur went through during his last few days on earth? the sister he loved dearly attacks him with a whole army. his best mate ditches him in his hour of need. his former favourite knight meets him in battle and runs him through with a sword with zero hesitation. he wakes up and merlin's there?? and he barely has time to make sense of his surroundings before merlin says: "I have magic btw". then gaius comes to the rescue and arthur's like, "merlin is a sorcerer, wtf?! get me outta here", and gaius goes, "yeah, about that". that's years' worth of therapy packed in just a few hours

#and he had to process it all WHILE DYING #poor arthur. i love him actually. #honestly it was relentless #merlin #arthur pendragon #the diamond of the day #*

[remington-zero]

pretending my oc had a menswear photoshoot for a magazine

#nero huntington #art only #bc of the setting of the rp comm he was in he's technically super duper famous #but he is extremely socially anxious and he physically hides from cameras behind other people despite being the tallest in the lineup #anyways charity photoshoot benefiting a wolf sanctuary is the only reason he'd do this #also getting to hang out with wolves #i need to practice animals more #also hey! i've been working on stuff that i'm not allowed to post! my life is hell! i'm dying inside #i'm going to be working on merch soon hopefully #i'll at least be able to post processes on patr*on

[remembertheplunge]

5/12/23. Burger and Brew. Chico, Ca. 12:24pm Friday

Skylar and I traded shifts at Zoe’s about 12:30am today. During my time with Zoe at midnight, she was talking coherently. She could take her pills and morphine liquid.

By the time I got back this morning at 10am, Skylar said that she was no longer talking.

I checked in on her. Her face is in a grimace.Her hands positioned up near her head.

In a talk before I arrived, Ralph, the Hospice social worker said, based on Zoe’s condition deteriorating last night, Zoe is close to dying.

Ralph, and Alex the nurse are angels. They both said that Sylar and I are doing a good job caring for Zoe. As a result, Zoe is able to die at home.

Ralph said Skylar and I should tell Zoe it’s OK to let go.

#journaling #writing #dying process #5/12/2023 #pancreatic cancer #dying at home

[ladygata]

Sorry. Wait. Sorry. If someone has already made this discovery. I haven’t been in the tags. But. HELLO? Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy confirmed in season 2!??

EXCUSE ME???? I AM LIVING. sorry if this is old news lmaooo

#good omens #good omens 2 #I can’t even process the other songs rn sorry #dying to know the context of the Crowley scene it’ll be in #guess I’ll find out SOON #bruh this brain rot got me standing in the middle of my kitchen smiling like the joker

[thebibliosphere]

I read Hunger Pangs and (affectionately) WHAT THE FUCK? You can't end it like that! There has to be a sequel, right? Right???

I got you <3

#also there's like #5 books planned? #idk I wrote the whole thing while dying and it was like 500k #so now i'm making them into 100k novels #it's a process

[aramblingjay]

Bonus: I hope hc!geralt gets his wish

HENRY CAVILL as GERALT OF RIVIA #you'll always be my geralt

#the witcher #thewitcheredit #witcheredit #geralt of rivia #henry cavill #henrycavilledit #ughmerlin #useravia #userbecca #arthurpendragonns #my gif #i know geralt’s not actually dying but #he may as well be #it will never be the same #i am not processing this news well folks

[mishapen-dear]

"I remember holding him, and then there was a bright light, and then I felt warm."

#qsmp #qsmp fanart #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp dapper #bright colours #eyestrain #i need to post this before i spend the next eight years on this #i just love to fuck with colours i lovee fucking with colours #and i need. to stop #gonna add a speedpaint in a rb probably the process is v #actually p straightforward i just kept changing my mind #anywa y. badboyhalo tanking a nuke for dapper and DYING about it #changing my brain chemistry as we speak #even though dapper was separated from him when the blast hit #the visual was just. too strong to ignore #get exploded kings #mishapen draws