#tw; funeral

[muses-morii]

@bloodbondcd asked: RAVEN . a starter in which one or both muses are mourning. ( @ sora from riku )

~ Sora ~

It was always sunny on the islands. But not today. Today, everything was a dull wash of grey. There were no colours anymore, only the empty opposite of a rainbow. Waves lapped at the shores, the water rough and choppy and the colour of iron. It was cold and unwelcoming, pushing people back onto the shores. Seabirds wheeled and called, their cries muted beneath the grey sky and made sluggish by the chill rain. There was no colour; no splash of cheer and joy on the islands today. There was only ashy grey and empty black.

Sora's hand curled into Riku's down by their side, fingers lacing with his and squeezing softly. They stood close together, on the grassy hill, dressed in trim, black suits. Sora held an umbrella, high enough to protect Riku from the falling rain. Around them, others dressed in black jackets, pants and skirts huddled together under other, equally black umbrellas. At the centre of them all, a man spoke, reading from a book, his voice eerily calm and emotionless. “This is not a goodbye. It is a thank you. Thank you, for being a part of our lives and bringing us joy.”

The whole island was there, gathered on this grassy hill, overlooking the water. It smelled of rain and freshly dug earth. The man closed the book and pressed his fingers to his forehead and then his shoulders before waving his arm out over the ground and over the clean, white marble stone that stood there. Others on the hill made the same motion, with many walking forward, flowers held in their hands. They brushed and touched Riku's arm as they walked up to the grave, whispering soft things to him, before laying the flowers at the base of the marble. Slowly the people began to drift away. One by one, they left their flowers and the gifts on the ground, until only Sora and Riku remained.

The rain was gentle in its sorrow.

The grey a comfort against the harsh colours of a joyless world. And Sora held Riku's hand and he would hold it until the green of Riku's eyes returned. Until they could talk about the days spent in the kitchen of his house. Drinking kool-aid and eating snacks prepared by her loving hands. Until they could talk about being tucked into bed for sleep by her gentleness. Until they could talk about covering her with sand on the beach. Until they could talk about the warmth of her hugs. Until they could talk about her soft kisses. Until Riku could look in the mirror and see her smile looking back at him. Until Riku could say goodbye.

#bloodbondcd #Riku || Sora #Muse: Sora #Sora: Verse ??? #Ask Reply #tw; death #tw; funeral #I cried writing this one #It's for Riku's mother btw #in case it wasn't obvious #SoRiku

[lacunasbalustrade]

#funeral flowers #tw; funeral #oshi no ko liveblogging #sarina tendouji

[dragetunge]

                                STOICK’S FUNERAL

After the battle with Drago with riders stranded at the sanctuary the team takes the time they need to sit in a lingering silence between one another. The dragons were gone and there was stillness in the air. The silence was deafening to those there as the chief lay in the battlefield as they mourned his loss. No one spoke a word as a the young heir of Berk lay his head upon the man’s chest before him. 

From the blast caused by Toothless the former chief of Berk is not whole. While Hiccup lay his head upon his chest he is slowly soaked in his blood. Not caring in the moment as his mind tries to catch up from the events from moments before. Though his relationship with Stoick and strayed the two were working on fixing that. He still loved and cared for his father regardless of the circumstances from before. With a hand on his shoulder he is reeled back as he sits back up. Not bothering to remove the blood from his father he has to remain strong for the others surrounding him. 

Though grief lay plastered across Hiccup’s face he looks to Gobber the only other adult in the crowd he could trust in that moment. Ignoring Valka’s words the two work quickly to get what needs to be done. The work divided. With heavy footsteps Hiccup walks to the mast where Stoick’s axe had wedged itself into. Pulling it free the young heir returns to his father’s body. Resting the axe on his chest as he struggles to pull the arms over his chest to lay over his axe. Ensuring he will have it to gain entrance to Valhalla. But the work was far from over. Between the riders and the young heir of Berk they work to break the ice on the surrounding battlefield to surround the chief’s body. Preserving it where it lay until they could send him off properly. 

When the work was satisfactory Hiccup stood and wiped what blood he could from his face. Staining his hair and armor in the process as he makes the strategy to return to Berk to fight Drago head on. 

You know what happens from there. 

With the defeat of Drago and the battle long won Hiccup is not immediately named the chief of Berk. He resumes the role of acting chief until his father is properly sent off. With the riders they prepare to return to the battlefield where their chief lay to bring him home. As morning breaks the following morning Hiccup makes his way down to the stables. His footsteps seemed louder in stables as he and Toothless approach the stable containing his father’s dragon companion inside. Still the saddled the dragon barely even lifted his head to greet Hiccup in the midst of mourning the rider he hadn’t even known he lost until the Bewilderbeast’s control was lifted. It was a loss both he and the dragon were both going to go through together. With much coaxing and love as possible Hiccup is able to bring Skullcrusher from his stable. Using the dragon’s favorite treat to bring him out to the flight deck so they can take to the air. 

In a protective formation the Rumblehorn took the center of the diamond as they flew from Berk back to where their chief lay waiting for them to return him home. Hiccup remained on the dragons right side where he could comfort the mourning dragon even though he , himself too was in the same state of mind.  When they arrive to the destroyed sanctuary Hiccup takes the lead to help lower Skullcrusher to the ground as the other riders land and make work to prepare their chief for his final flight home. 

The back of the saddle is removed as Stoick is helped onto the back of his dragon. With precaution strapped to the dragons back so the flight is much smoother on the Rumblehorn. Take off is eased into with the riders once again forming around the dragon and Hiccup this time taking the lead to take the Rumblehorn and fallen dragon rider on his last flight with his dragon. The flight back seemed to take longer than the flight there. All their minds remained on the fact their former chief was gone. 

Hiccup’s anxiety flaring the entire journey home because he was to take the mantle next. 

Returning to Berk there are only solemn faces that greet them as each rider takes their time landing. A ship adorned with shields of Stoick’s accomplishments in life lay in the center of the village. Selected few are chosen to help the riders lay Stoick upon his pyre upon the boat. A cotton shroud placed over the fallen chief as his helmet is removed and placed on his chest. Hiccup is escorted back to his childhood home where he remains in isolation for seven days as various visitors will bestow gifts to their chief. Hiccup is the only heir and at higher risk of attack and the safety of his home is greater than ever before. With Toothless beside his side as well as two chosen dragon riders no one but Gothi (Hiccup’s grandmother) and Gobber are allowed in and out to bring Hiccup his meals. 

During this time Hiccup rarely eats as this is his time to mourn and do what he must to get through the feelings he is having. The villagers spend the time with feasts in their chief’s honor. Drinks are poured and songs are sung in horrible keys while stories are told to the younger of the tribe. All of which Hiccup is absent from. 

Upon the seventh day Hiccup emerges from the home in his finest tunic, draped in the furs that once belonged to his father and his father’s father before him. A gift lays in his hands as he is escorted by the two riders and Toothless beside him to the center of the village. There he is able to board the ship to place his gift in his father’s hand. It is only be seen between the two of them. No one else need see it. Hiccup pulls the shroud back slightly to place a single kiss to his father’s head as farewell as he exits the ship and the hull sealed fully. Pulling a torch from a nearby home the villagers help to push the ship through the village and down to the docks. 

As the boat takes to the water it is sent off as a chosen few sit on the pier preparing bows and the flames in which to set the boat aflame. Heads remain down until the ship reaches a certain point. Gobber taking the honor of the prayer of the Valkyrie to guide Stoick upon his voyage. Arrows are lit as they are loosed onto the ship adorned with gifts, food and riches for the once chief to bring to the afterlife. Even the saddle Hiccup created with own two hands present upon the pyre. 

Hiccup sits upon the pier with Toothless and Skullcrusher as they all watch the flames flicker from the boat as it sails further from the shores of Berk. 

With the sun settled further in the sky Gothi (Hiccup’s grandmother) steps forward placing a hand on Hiccup’s shoulder. Signifying it is time to name him the new chief. In a slow precession he is lead back to the center of the village where Gothi rubs the ash of fire on his forehead announcing him as the new chief of Berk. The following hours there is nothing but celebration to bothe the life of the new chief and the memory of Stoick. Who they know is celebrating alongside them from within the halls of Valhalla. 

During this time Hiccup mainly keeps to himself sitting upon his throne and not noticing much of the noise. His mind is elsewhere as he idly pets the top of Toothless’ head in thought. 

Two new appointed Alpha’s together observing their newly shared territory. 

#dragetunge #🔥▓◤ALWAYS A TRAINER: Headcanon◥ #🔥▓◤A PEACEKEEPER I REMAIN: Musing◥ #tw; death mention #tw; funeral #tw; death #tw; blood mention #my headcanons #//my fingies hurt now #///i hope this sounds coherent tbh

[faeriekit]

"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."

The body didn't move.

"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."

And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.

Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.

The dead body sat up.

Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"

Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.

Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.

"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."

The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.

"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."

The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.

It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.

#I'm very pro Danny accidentally adopts a whole bunch of Talons #people have definitely done it before but this scene came to me in a vision #a horrible caffeinated vision #could absolutely be an excuse for #talon!dick #talons #dp x dc #faer fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #talon!au #dcu crossover #death tw #well. the funeral industry anyway #medical tw #just in case #corpse tw #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #free to a good home

[allthepresidentsmen1976]

just occurred to me that there are adults who've never been to a funeral. an incredibly bizarre concept to me

#i think i was 4 ? the first time i went to a funeral.... but possibly there was one before that i'm not sure. i've been to. Many #funeral tw

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was cursed to proclaim, ‘and then I went to Chipotle,’ after every sentence I said. When I died, the people at my funeral were chanting, 'She finally went to Chipotle.’ Brendon Urie was a catholic priest MCing my funeral.

There are no Chipotles where I live.

#dream #text #April 4th 2023 #chipotle #death tw #brendon urie #death mention #funeral

[uncanny-tranny]

All I want is to go to a trans person's funeral after they lived a full, enriching life. I want to see trans people grow old, I want us to live like the stars. We don't deserve to burn out before everybody else. When we die, I want it to be because we grew old, because we had lived.

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #death tw #i never want to see another funeral for a trans person whose presence was too bright for this world - who burnt out or *was* burnt out #i understand that this is kind of a pipe dream but i don't care. i love us. #we can make the world better. we can make it better so that we may shine #a star can live for 10 billion years and i'm confident that we will be that immortal #obviously not in the physical sense but in the metaphorical and spiritual sense 👍

[apparently-artless]

•❃° SOUSOU NO FRIEREN ❀ FRIEREN & HIMMEL °❃•

Anime: Sousou no Frieren Characters: Frieren & Himmel Song Lyrics: Visiting Hours by Ed Sheeran

#sousou no frieren #frieren beyond journey's end #frieren at the funeral #frieren #himmel #frimmel #frierenedit #anime #anime gif #animeedit #fyanimegifs #himawaari #tuserashes #userokkottsus #tuserelena #usertorichi #userdabiluna #usersophies #artsgifs #anisonggifs #long post #tw emotional distress #adding this tag just in case #anyways i always envision himmel as frieren's beloved platonic husband who already passed away #and the way she always tries to do things while remembering him #just gets to me every single time #especially in the recent arcs in the manga!! himmel left a big presence in frieren's heart

[iibislintu]

how you die in Finnish

you sleep away (nukkua pois)

you go forward (mennä edes; "edesmennyt")

you go away (mennä pois; "poismennyt")

and also...

you change your diocese (vaihtaa hiippakuntaa)

you throw a crank (heittää veivi)

you kick emptiness (potkaista tyhjää)

you enter the underworld (mennä manalle)

you join the upstairs orchestra (liittyä yläkerran orkesteriin)

#tw death #Finnish #learning finnish #i've talking about funeral customs with students so that's why i'm writing this list

[paper-lilypie]

they’re waiting for you to get in the water (it’s a trap)

#tw: eye contact #the choice is yours #so is the funeral but I don’t think y’all would see that as an issue dbdbddbbd #fishies #mermay #fnaf #fanart #moon x reader #sun x reader #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #diver au

[4threset]

#yontalks #long post #long #comic #personal #death #tw #funeral #mortality

[cullen-collective]

Hi.

This is not twilight content, my apologies. My big brother died on Saturday, November 11th. My parents are disabled, and we are not very well off. This link will take you to his GoFundMe. I am aware that I am being incredibly vulnerable on the internet, and that leaves me open to harshness and unkindness. But I also know that it leaves me open to compassion and kindness and humanity. If you can, we appreciate any donation possible. If not, thank you for reading.

My brother loved food and cooking. Make yourself something good this week.

#not twilight #crowdfunding #gofundme #funeral expenses #tw: death

[oh-katsuki]

yk when someone dies and you just have to... sit with it.. and you're like... how do i tell people something is wrong. how do i tell people who never met them or knew them or spoke to them that something happened. and it feels selfish somehow to even talk about it out loud but at the same time for some reason you feel like you have to. like somehow you're telling a lie or being disrespectful or being self-indulgent. when the reality is that you just don't want to be alone in grief. but they didn't know them and even after saying something, you're alone anyway.

#i don't even know what to do with myself #for some reason #talking abt it here feels less intrusive than calling a friend and talking about it #but it still feels selfish for some reason #even though i know i just need to find a way to process #and i can't help but be like.. well i won't tell anyone because what if it's a mistake? #what if she's fine? and at home somewhere or in her kitchen singing? #or practicing for her next show #idk grief is weird #and i hate that i'll have to go to another friend's funeral. #tw: grief #tw: death #vent #personal

[faeriekit]

#i'm very pro danny accidentally adopts a whole bunch of talons previous installments

*

The next day, the body was back.

The green was gone from its eyes, but the awareness wasn't; it spent about an hour watching people go around outside Danny's apartment, which was new behavior. None of the corpses that shadowed him had shown any interest in garden-variety humans before. Now it sat at the window and watched families come home from school or head to their afternoon shifts.

That went into Danny's notes.

After that hour, it taught itself to flush the toilet repeatedly, rearranged the contents of Danny's half-assed linen closet (again) and then stood hovering over the safe where Danny had stashed the ectoplasm.

"...Okay," said Danny.

The dead body croaked. It was a new sound, but there was no context for it. Danny just kind of...wrote it down and hoped for the best.

The day after, Danny woke up at a very reasonable ten forty eight in the morning to find stray corpses feeding each other spoonfuls of ectoplasm in the kitchen.

At that point he kind of had to throw out the notes on how much each one was dosed with, because what the fuck.

"Really?!" Danny shouted, spooking the bodies into fleeing behind chairs and doors and back into his closet again. The only one that didn't flee was Danny's ringmaster corpse of the hour, of course. "You really couldn't wait??"

It stuck out a withered black tongue out at the mortician, who was, really, the victim in all of this. A victim to his parents' whims and a victim to the dead people who followed him around all the time.

This was how Danny found out that, when it doubt, the corpses could just tear through solid steel if they were motivated enough. The finger-marks were so deep and so embedded that they actually looked more like rough claws in the metal.

Great.

Danny ordered a new locking cage for the fridge on Prime and darted off to work. One of his regulars was on the table, though, so Danny just ended up doing what he would have at home— sewing up a gash in its neck and reattaching dead fingers back onto dead stumps.

On the third day, in which four of Danny's frequent fliers had learned from the first how to flush the toilet (and therefore raise the water bill immensely) Danny got a ring from a dark voice he (almost) recognized.

"Is he here?"

Danny squinted, jerking the phone further under his ear as he whipped up some scrambled eggs. The dead girl leaning over his shoulder leaned a little closer to watch the egg froth up. "Is who here? Who is this?"

"This is Batman. Is— the body requisitioned from your facility currently at your place of residence?"

Danny fully let go of the whisk. It landed haphazardly in the glass bowl he'd been stirring in. "What on Earth is a Batman?" he asked, incredulous.

"I visited your workplace previously."

Oh! "Yeah, the cop's friend. I remember now." Danny pulled the whisk out of the liquid eggs and held it out to the body. The unusually animate cadaver mostly prodded the whisk wires and paid no attention to him. "No one's here but me, though. Not that it's your business...?"

"And there are no non-living bodies currently in your apartment?"

Danny ignored the flushing noise in the other room. "I don't know, dude. They practically live in the walls at this point. Don't come over unless you have a warrant."

The call ended with a click.

His omelette turned out amazing, by the way. In case you were wondering.

On the fourth day, the ectoplasm was gone, because the corpses had apparently all taught each other how to lockpick the container in the fridge.

"Okay, some of that was meant to be my dinner. No more lotion at the funeral home now, okay? Now you all can be ashy forever. I'm so serious," Danny complained to the only visible dead person in the room.

The dead person held up a cracked egg. It was probably a gesture of peace, but now there was egg on his vinyl flooring to deal with. And. It wasn't exactly all that comforting in the end.

On the fifth day, Danny awoke to the sensation of a hand jamming itself through his neck until it punched into the mattress beneath him.

Fuck.

#dp x dc #I'm very pro Danny accidentally adopts a whole bunch of talons #could absolutely be an excuse for #talon!dick #talons #faer fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #death tw #well. the funeral industry anyway #medical tw #corpse tw #dead people #dcu crossover #the original post is free to a good home but I'm just chugging along here

[bunnithechubs]

everyone's growing so fast :(

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #the sims 4 #ts4 edit #tw death #tw funeral #gp1 #gp 1 #gameplay1 #game play 1 #the sims 4 edit #current household

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was attending a funeral and to commemorate the deceased, we watched an animated Christmas film where it appeared that the animators had never once seen a child before. The film got really intensely into elf politics in the end.

#dream #not salt lakes #funeral #death tw #animated movie #animation #movie #film #christmas #christmas movie #christmas film #animator #elf #politics