#[v: memento mori]

[oiranchourou]

Kuro Kuroyuri To Kage [黒 黒百合と影]

[motherwench]

memento mori wax figures from italy between 1600-1720

[detournementsmineurs]

"Brooch" designed by Prince Albert for Queen Vicoria about Chistmas with a miniature of their first daughter (1841), "Fuchsia pendant and Earrings" by R. & S. Garrard with milk teeth of Princess Beatrice (1864), "Bracelet" with charms given at the birth of each of Victoria's children (1840-57) and "Bracelet" with all Victoria and Albert's children presented in “A History of Jewellery: Bedazzled (part 5: 19th Century)” by Beatriz Chadour-Sampson - International Jewellery Historian and Author - for the V&A Academy online, march 2024.

[ohdecth]

@inhcritance liked for a starter

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Oscorp was...interesting. That might be the nicest word Niamh could offer for the longest time. Between seeing in the news the kinds of work it did, seeing the souls of those who were effected occasionally by the work, and also seeing the genuine good it was capable of. The company was easily as complex as an actual, living person and she decided to wander the halls to actually get a look at what was inside of it. Not that she could really do much about any of it, but she was curious. And the city seemed to be at ease, at least in terms of the things that she tended to deal with, so she went exploring.

Rather than rise through the floors on her own and pass through, she opted to ride the elevator. A chance to play the part of the living even as she kept herself hidden and invisable to their eye. Or so she thought, because Harry Osborn was most definitely staring at her. Not through her to whatever may be behind her on the wall of the elevator, some kind of safety message if Niamh remembered right. But at her. Which was...telling.

A small handful of the living could see or sense her with that kind of ease. And if the young man wasn't a medium, that meant he was far too close to death despite his appearance of health. That didn't make the situation any less unexpected or awkward either. Because she was certainly not dressed as an employee there and was probably somewhere that she shouldn't be. By the company's standards, anyways, "....good afternoon."

By all of the Old Gods, Niamh hoped the young man didn't also see the specter of a cat floating at her side, Sioda staring back at him with blank eyes.

[he11fireclubtm]

O’ Death.

Death. Sudden deaths that were not supposed to be taking place. That was what had led Eddie here. That was what prompted Death itself to overtake a broken and lost vessel, to seek out what was going on here in Hawkins. All of it seemed to stem from a small group of people, most of them children at the start but now in their teens.

It was disgusting, thinking something was out there trying to break the cycle. And now Eddie had seen just what it was costing the human race after being present during the unplanned death of Chrissy Cunningham. That was when things slowly started to click for him. The answer had been present the whole time, lurking behind the children. The answer had been standing there staring him down with chocolate brown eyes and long luscious locks.

So Eddie had waited. Waited until one night it was just the two of them watching over the sleeping kids. He hadn’t even let out the faintest inkling that he knew until now, unable to bite it back any longer. Dark eyes bored into those of Steve Harrington, lips almost curled into a scowl.

“…Why? Why do you keep messing with the cycle of life and death? Do you know the stork you’re brewing up by standing around trying to play hero? Do you not know the calamity you are leaving in your wake?” The words were almost spat out like venom, Eddie having half a mind to grab the other by the collar and back him into the nearest wall but deciding against it.

@hellfireheroes

[holy-needle]

[dreamerwithapen1]

Cordelia Dunlap

Death has followed Cordelia since she was a child, hovering over her shoulder, a constant unwelcome companion. A cold chill down her spine, a sharp tug in her gut, and she knew- someone nearby was dead. It was a horrible power to discover. One minute, she was standing in the crowd of mourners, holding her sister's hand, and in the next, she was gasping for air in a body that no longer needed it, staring at the inside of a locked coffin.

Needless to say, everyone in attendance at the funeral was traumatized that day. Cordelia- from inhabiting her great grandmother's corpse. And everyone else- from hearing screaming and rattling from inside the coffin containing a dead ninety-nine year old woman.

As the years went on, her power only continued to grow while her control over it remained shaky at best. It was a curse, a power that she hadn't asked for but that had been forced upon her by her parents. The only bright spot was her sister, Cate. The two of them were outcasts, despised by their parents, but at least they had each other... that is, until Indira Shetty walked into their small, isolated world with a kind smile and sympathetic eyes as beautiful, perfect promises left her lips.

Cate believed her. Cordelia didn't.

But she went along with it, allowing Dean Shetty to find a place for her at Godolkin University and gladly accepting the pills that dampened her powers. She was content to be a pawn in their games because it was easier to comply than to rebel.

Then she meets Golden Boy. And everything begins to fall apart.

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[quaintnecromancer]

" i'm proud of you. "

(roommates thread thing we had going)

send " i'm proud of you. " for receiver to react to yours in a moment of vulnerability. | @runyou-clever-boy

It had taken months, no, a couple of years of research and hard work, but everything was finally coming to fruition! Jett had found a publisher willing to take a look at his first book! Their initial response was positive, but they said that they would get back to him with an offer after a more thorough read-through. All that was left to do now was wait.

One day.

Two days.

Three. Four. Five.

By the end of the week, Jett was a nervous wreck. His entire future was riding on this book, and he hated not knowing whether he’d succeeded or failed miserably. High anxiety had him pacing around their shared kitchen, starving but unable to focus long enough to decide what he wanted to eat. Actually, he couldn’t recall the last proper meal he’d consumed. Judging by the incessant rumbling of his stomach, it had been at least a couple of days. Upon being asked if he was alright by his roommate, he’d finally crumbled, telling Zacharias that he was convinced that the publishers were never going to get back to him because his writing was trash and so was he.

In the midst of his breakdown, however, Zach uttered four words that shook him to his core.

‘I’m proud of you.’

Such a simple reassurance, yet it was exactly what the aspiring author needed to hear. Enough to slow his racing heart. Averting his gaze, Jett tried in vain to dry the tears that had begun spilling down his cheeks, but they just wouldn’t stop. Still, he gave a flustered smile and a quiet “Thank you.” It would take a while yet for him to calm down, but Zach’s comforting words were greatly appreciated. “You’re very kind. I’m sorry for being such a miserable wretch these past few days. Can’t have been easy to share a space with me.” The sheepish apology was somewhat difficult to get out, but he managed it.

[starlightandetherealshadows]

Imagine friend V helping the Mc with the broken nose Zero accidentally gave them and the two just agreeing that they need to be extra loving to their partner because Zero will definitely blame themself for this…basically just a moment to show how close V and MC have become.

Hello angel!!

I've kept this ask in my inbox for a while because I loved it so much! I actually have a similar sort of scene already planned, with variations for both friends! V and enemies! V.

What I've enjoyed about developing V's character and their interactions with a Zero-mancing MC is that no matter how much V and MC may fight or antagonize each other, V loves Zero more than they could ever hate MC.

That means that V will be an ally of MC regardless of whether they're friends or enemies.

Friend path is more self explanatory, but even on an enemies path, V cares more about making Zero happy than they do making MC miserable. V knows that Zero loves MC as much as he does V.

That means MC has become something that V needs to protect.

You have different layers of V where at first, they're a mega asshole because now there's competition for Zero's affection and attention. Then, if on a friends path, MC impresses V and they gain respect for MC while bonding over similar hobbies or mentalities. If on an enemies path, V eventually sees that MC does deserve Zero, maybe more than V does, and that realization makes them look at MC differently.

Though friends!V will have more moments of playful comradery and shenanigans, enemies!V gets moments of unexpected unity and loyalty.

Looking after MC becomes one of the ways V expresses their love for Zero.

I think that's a really lovely dynamic and I'm excited to explore it!

V is such a prickly little shit and always will be, but when MC and V are romancing Zero together, they can have a strong friendship built on mutual respect OR be rivals that somehow fight just as fluidly together and have each other's back as they talk shit??? Two people who can't stop bickering even while fighting side by side

V: *saves MC's life in the nick of time* you're pathetic

MC: *stops V from getting stabbed* and somehow i have more kills than you. says more about you than me.

Zero: *exasperated but trying not to smile* can we please focus?

MC and V comforting each other when Zero gets severely injured, because sometimes your rival is the only person who can understand how you feel:

[frogteethblogteeth]

Memento Mori stock pin, enameled gold and pearl, possibly early 19th century

[thecrankyprofessor]

Memento Mori, about 1660, Germany. Victoria & Albert.

Enamelled gold memento mori pendant in the form of a coffin, with cross bones on the suspension chains and a skull pendant. The coffin opens to disclose an enamelled skeleton, the initials I.C.S. above its head and the inscription 'HIE. LIEG. ICH. VND. WARTH. AVF. DIH' (Here I lie and wait for you, in German).

M.74-1975

Height: 5.7cm Width: 2.8cm Depth: 1cm

[oiranchourou]

Kuroyuri To Kage [黒百合と影] visuals

[fallbabylon]

Memento Mori Stained Glass- Victoria and Albert Museum, London

[detournementsmineurs]

“Memento Mori" examples (circa 1600-1720) presented in “A History of Jewellery: Bedazzled (part 3: Baroque Splendour)” by Beatriz Chadour-Sampson - International Jewellery Historian and Author - for the V&A Academy online, February 2024.

[ohdecth]

@inhcritance asked: "If you don't mind me asking," he begins, "what are wards, really, and why are there so many books contradicting themselves on the matter?" (Do ignore the book he's holding closed because it already tried to bite him)

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Was she staring at the book that Harry was holding closed? Yes, yes she was, it had been a while since Niamh had seen one that actually had teeth. At least it wasn't growling at him, that was a good sign, and it wasn't struggling to get free and try biting again. She shook off the surprise and went to grab something to help bind the book shut with, "Wards are a protective spell against harm. Any harm, that's probably why they look contradictory to each other. They can be cast on a place, a person, or a particular object to be carried around or even worn. Stronger than a charm, usually they can be recharged and maintained rather than completely recast."

A few clasps were brought over and carefully fastened, not too tightly to make it uncomfortable or painful, along the edges of the book. Before it could decide to try and bite at Harry again, "The stronger and more powerful the warding spell, the stronger the protection and the more it guards against. People, spirits, entities, just about anything you'd like if you have the right mateirals and know how to cast it-- ....sorry, do you want this book or should I take it off your hands for you?" Niamh looked up at him after the alst clasp was closed in place, "I'm sure it's very friendly once comfortable enough with you to purr rather than bite."

[he11fireclubtm]

Verse Drop: Remembrance Of A Fleeting Life - Memento Mori

Edward Munson was hurt in the events that perspired in Starcourt during the attack of the mind flayer. He was left catatonic and brain dead upon arrival at the hospital. Wayne Munson wanted to keep him on life support in the hopes that he would wake up. Unknown to the man keeping him alive, Death swooped in and claimed that uninhabited body as a vessel because something was very much amiss with the life and death cycle in Hawkins, Indiana. Death decides to take the reigns and investigate the group that most of the disturbance revolves around. This is where he encounters "Life". Or as he was known in the town of Hawkins, Indiana...Steve Harrington. Life is refusing to let go, rupturing the cycle unintentionally and creating a void being that wants to take out all the lives that it can. But what happens when through life, death starts to form attachments to those in the realm of the living?

[[Okay so this verse was made exclusively with @hellfireheroes. Meaning that the only one who can play Life is them. But that does not mean that other Steve's can't interact. They just can't take on the role of "Life". And vice versa on Scribs blog, other Eddie's can interact. They just can't play "Death". We are very excited for this verse so please PLEASE feel free to hit us up if you are interested. Max's and Dustin's will play a pivotal role in this all, just so you know XD]]