#death ment

[mindflamer]

there is still time. there is still time. until your bones are in the fucking ground there is still time.

[not-another-robin]

I think Bruce was a chip off the ol block

[mousey-sprouts]

Hey so like. What the fuck do you do when a borrower dies.

Your friend you couldn’t tell anybody about. The person you confided in every day you got home off a shitty shift. You left food out for them every night and topped off a dish of fresh water for them every morning. And now they’re gone.

At first, you thought you’d scared them off. Maybe they moved? They always mentioned how they shouldn’t interact with humans- it made sense.

No, what got you was the sudden presence of more of them. You heard a different cadence in the scuttling in your walls. The subtle scraping of the little furniture they’d put together in there. People were moving their things. The barely-audible muffled cries confirmed your suspicions that it was probably someone close to them.

One night, about a week after, you’re mindlessly cleaning the kitchen. Wiping the same spots over and over. You still haven’t stopped putting food out, despite the pile staying the same size. It was going to mold at this rate. You’d have to toss it.

Getting up with your hands full, you manage to bash your head on a cabinet you had opened. Boxes of cereal and various other goods fall- but one of the thuds you hear on the countertop is noticeably more organic than the rest.

Another borrower- you’d probably shaken them loose from their perch- who’d been watching you from the knotholes in your cabinet doors. They look like your friend, sort of. Same size and build- though, obviously, their face, skin and hair color are all different. Possibly a friend saying some final goodbyes.

Instinctively, you scoop them up into your hands. The two of you make eye contact for a moment or two. Before you can stop yourself- you start to cry. You hadn’t cried since you figured out your friend had passed, and yet the emotions simply bubble over. You’ll never hold them like this again. The other borrower, too, starts to cry. And for a moment, the only sounds in your apartment are two strangers sharing grief.

[molabuddy]

hornet has so much in her life to cry about but she'd like never let herself cry , she may just explode into bits one day... she is like 'why would i let myself feel & process my emotions when i can just repress them until i'm dead' but she's functionally immortal. Girl..

[palette-surfing3]

Both of them couldnt sleep after Aunt Artic and Sensei's deaths, so they decided to have a sleep over. Singing the lullaby intended for the puffles calmed both of their nerves down.

However, Paige, despite this tender moment, could not sleep. And stayed up the entire night wondering if the Puffles in the new world are even safe.

In the early morning (before Agent woke up), an annoyed and concerned Dot finds a terribly sleep deprived Paige who explored at least a majority of the island of puffles.

PH: Crikey! I've tried mate! But not a single bloody puffle on this island! And I can't even get in the pet shop!

DOT: (Teasing) If it makes you feel any better I could try to dress up as a puffle.

PH: Mate. No. I want the real deal. A REAL puffle.

DOT: But monobert already established that there are only about 14 of us penguins, 1 crab, and 1 black-and-white questioningly murderous polar bear!

PH: That crab...

PH's expression sours at the thought of that crab. Sure, maybe PH does feel a little bad about that crab, knowing monobert's unrelenting cruelty towards his one and only henchman, but he is still in some sort of cahoots with monobert! And the fact that AGENT of all the people in the EPF is close with that thing- right after the deaths of Aunt Artic (THE DIRECTOR MIND YOU!!!) and Sensei!! Just makes her so... So...!!!

DOT: Don't get your whistles in a twist Paige. Lets get you some rest back in the igloo, we'll have some coffee later, okay?

PH: And THEN we'll look for more puffles, right?

DOT: Whatever you say Paige.

......Meanwhile:

PH: (In the monitor) Come on! There's gotta be another puffle somewhere!

MONOBERT: JUST KILL SOMEONE ALREADY!!!!!

Unfortunately, this gives Monobert a nasty, nasty idea to use against Paige.

[neopronouns]

flag id: a flag with 11 stripes. the second and tenth stripes arey wavy while the rest are straight. the third and ninth stripes are largest, the first and eleventh much smaller, the fourth, fifth, seventh, and eighth smaller than those, the second and tenth smaller than those, and the sixth smallest. they are red-black, very dark red, dark red, medium dark red, faded red, red, light orange, light yellow, light green, blue, and cool purple. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

rainbowture: a combination of rainbowgender and goreture; a gender that is related to the rainbow, associations with the rainbow, things that are rainbow, etc. and is connected to torture, gore, blood, gorecore, wounds, knives, being tied up, kidnapping, bloody weapons, anger, or anything else in that vein; a gender related to anything that both is or is related to the rainbow and gore/torture/etc.

[pt: rainbowture: a combination of rainbowgender and goreture; a gender that is related to the rainbow, associations with the rainbow, things that are rainbow, etc. and is connected to torture, gore, blood, gorecore, wounds, knives, being tied up, kidnapping, bloody weapons, anger, or anything else in that vein; a gender related to anything that both is or is related to the rainbow and gore/torture/etc. end pt]

for anon! the format and top 5 stripes are from the gorture flag and the rest are just a rainbow. also linking rainbowgender/my redesign!

tags: @radiomogai, @liom-archive, @macchiane, @genderstarbucks, @maggore, @dragonpride17

dni link

[clowniconography]

omg sooo true bestie! *camera pans over to reveal im talking to the silent, whithered corpse of god*

[lofeel]

deleted this before cuz i was shy, but i made a memorial type of post for my mom last month which is when she passed and friends have been so loving and supportive. i still revisit the post because of one line: there will always be a bittersweet fondness in recognizing you in me. idk why my own writing hit me so hard but as more time goes by the more it resonates w me.