#graveyard meme

[make-a-meme]

graveyard scenarios! send -

😢 + a reaction: to find my muse crying.

👻 + a setup: to spook my muse.

💐 + a reaction: to see my muse put flowers on a grave.

❔ + a reaction: to spot my muse being obviously lost.

🔥 + a reaction: to see my muse light a candle.

👤 + a reaction: to meet my muse wearing black.

🌆 + a reaction: to find my muse just sit on a bench.

💥 + a reaction: to see my muse play Pokémon Go there.

💨 + a reaction: to find my muse run through the place.

[downrighthorizontal]

you know, i haven’t seen that  graveyard robber meme on my dash in a few days

it seems like its really DYING down huh

[imzachmorris]

"I'm still waiting for this to be a joke... two years and I'm /still/ waiting for you- I think you'd laugh if you could see me." Ganymede mumbles, slowly sitting down beside the grave as if it were Zeus there next to him. "I didn't mean for this. Ever. Not for you, my love...  I always meant to come back to you. I would have tolerated Hera and all the others if it meant I could be with you for even a moment more." He sighs, scrubbing roughly at the tears that have started to make their tracks down his tired face. "I should've seen Cronos for what he was. I should have made you remember, but now... Lypámai, vasiliá mou. Agápi̱ mou. Lypámai polý."

[imzachmorris]

David is standing over Zach's grave, a bit tipsy, carrying a bottle in hand.  It has become tradition that on this day he would get drunk and come to Zach's spot.  "Zach.." His eyes start to sting so he takes another sip from the bottle.  "Zach, you were my brother, my best friend, my confidant.  The world is so empty since you've been gone. I miss you, and even though I never admitted it, I miss your teasing. Those songs just aren't the same anymore.." He pours some of his drink on the grave and returns back to his home, with tears in his eyes.

[imzachmorris]

"I thought you could escape the prophecy, brother. If anyone could, it would be you. Glorious and golden Zeus. In every one of our lives... you were so good to me. I loved you better than anyone. " Hestia stood by the funeral pyre even when all the others had left. She would watch it burn, and this time she'd let the fire go out. Everything went out eventually anyways.

Well, why don’t you kill me over and over again huh?!!*tsk*

[imzachmorris]

It's raining when he visits, Preston and David standing beside him. " Hey Zachy boy, miss us? We sure do miss you. By the way, Preston totally lost the bet. Turned out Davey got two boys. Gotta thank Moxy for that, it was all her- ouf!" He rubs his side, leaning against Zach's solid gold tomb. "ANYWAY- as punishment, he has to sing in old Gallic hymms for you. You're welcome." and for the rest of they day they jokes and laughed, all of them untied again.

*fluffy* i like it!

[imzachmorris]

"Beauty fades, novelty bleeds mundane, the cigarette burns out. Everybody knows that those things come around eventually. You are remembered as golden, untouchable, and I will try my best to keep it that way. You were such an inspiration to me, almost like a father. Things in the city have become dreadfully dull without your presence, although wherever you are right now you're most likely shaking things up."

-come here and give your papa a hug- *sniff*

[arielthelionhearted]

Visit Grave Meme || Drabble - selfishmurderousandfalse

So I wanted to message this the other day but it turned out long and the submit button wasn't working. So this turned into a drabbble XD

She'd been sitting there since morning. Quiet, save for the occasional ruffling of her skirt and the occasional clinking of the box on her lap when she'd shift positions. She couldn't even know where to begin. What to say.

The stone only bore Brandon's name but she knew it was not just him they buried a year ago, and a shiver crawled up her spine at the mere memory of the years she spent aboard the Jolly Roger. The fear, hatred, and disgust of a madman who had worked tirelessly to ebb away at everything until there was nothing left of Ariel. The fury with which she fought to maintain who she was and defend herself against his wickedness.

She kept the hook, hidden away in her apartment, only taken out when night terrors convinced her she needed to remind herself he was gone for good. She'd had the ship destroyed and was quick to sell the house, and moved in with Triton for a time before she'd found her own place, burying herself in her work, every line she recited, every note she sang, and every pirouette focused on one thing helping her mind flee from the memories of a madman.

But she was going home now, back to Atlantica, the town having banded together to find a way back to their world. Her father granted her pardon, wanting nothing more than to have his family back after everything that had happened. She'd be safe again with the people she loved and where she knew no one could torment her again. 

Taking the lid out of the small box, she remained staring down at the hook, swallowing as she memorized its curve, hands wrapping around the cold metal for the last time as she pulled it out. She placed it against the headstone, sitting upright as she remained silent. She had nothing to say, she realized. She'd already said goodbye to Brandon long ago, and she couldn't find words to express the relief she felt that she'd be far out of Killian's reach for good. Today's visit, she realized, was more for her to lock to memory the reminder Killian was indeed gone, a way of quelling her mind from the night terrors that had haunted her so. 

Instead she rose up, a small smile curving her lips as she thought of home, and made her way back to her car, the memory of a madman remaining behind to join that rusting hook and headstone.