#Afterlife Mori

[claypigeonpottery]

I actually got it all recorded. here’s a commission, a fox take on the bunny jar

the carving took about 2.5 hours, the building took about the same. the jar is 11” tall

[aechlys]

Honestly, I see misty, mossy forest pictures and all I hear now is a desperately sung "私は獣にあなたは妖精に生まれ..."

"I a beast and you a fairy were we born... Just for this one twinkling of a human moment tasting each other, we live..."

"Body like willowy torchlight softly cast The color of the lake shadowy but also rather of a deep lamentation"

"Even breath forgetting... Your voice far away... 'You will know I...am not...here...' "

"If there is writhing agony In your heart's depths... 'I have known that you...are not...here...' "

"I a beast and you a fairy were we born... Just for this one twinkling of a human moment tasting each other, we live..."

"No one even knows..."

"On the b e d of the l a k e..."

"If this is a dream I beg to just remain in it...always...forever..."

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original lyrics by Atsushi Sakurai, music by Masami Tsuchiya, translation by myself, Aechlys. >DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE or I will send ghosts after you.

[fallbabylon]

Afterlife a History of Death Exhibition- Physicians Gallery, Edinburgh

[miammey]

I was thinking about what to do with the “summon” Abilities in my AU, and thought it would be interesting if certain heavenly beings were able to “tame” their demons so they do not harm humans on Earth. The angels and reapers are unable to be harmed in the Afterlife, so they’re perfectly safe

Huck and Tom are floating eyes with a crap ton of pupils (I based the pupils off of their actual eyes). I wanted to reference the fact that they help Mark aim in canon. They also still have a telepathic connection.

No idea where the bug-like theme came with Elise, but I felt like making her look too much like a doll or something would be a little easy/obvious, but she does have stitching on the sides of her mouth, and they’re not really shown but also on some of her joints like her shoulders and hips. She can briefly take the form of a normal human (like Elise in canon) to lure people in.

As for Anne, she didn’t change, I had no idea how I could possibly improve her design or make it more monstrous, she’s perfect. Not sure if I’m going to include her room or not, but I probably will

[lavideenrose]

“Certain ancient Romans had the words [Non Fui, Fui, Non Sum, Non Curo] inscribed on their funeral monuments (above is one example, using slightly different wording). They may be translated as: ‘I was not; I was; I am not; I care not.’”

[chupacabracrafts]

Glass vessels of companion animal skeletons, dear guests brought to my care over the summer of 2022. Now degreasing in the warm sunlight indoors.

[demento-mori]

Also. Ive been keeping notes on the game as ive been playing (themes, motifs, imagery, literary allusions, stuff like that) and ive come to some......... worrying conclusions.

... I think I might know how the game ends and it scares me.

[gangrenethumbs]

My second tattoo; a reminder of sweet dreams. The phrase reference one of my favorite songs and a phrase I tell myself when things are too much. Afterlife, an awful word filled with thoughts of possibilities.

[ladyinthearena]

I'm not much for believin' in heaven.

I don't waste time wonderin' where my baby is.

I know

She lies just there,

Beneath the clovers

[ghostjelliess]

Plot twist: what if momento Mori wasn't a social philosophy equivalent to YOLO, but a PSA literally reminding people to die. What if we only die because we believe in death?

*Icarus, laughing from the foam of whatever's left of him churning in the waves*: Ha. Ha. Yeah, that's it.

[i-am-gods-mistake]

Inevitabile ius

I must die.

The trees will not grieve.

I will depart as a leaf,

Gently sailing through the autumn air.

The birds will sing for me

A joyous death-march

And the air will be filled

With smells of summer grasses.

The sun will shine on my remains

And the cries of babes

Will echo across the roofs.

All will be as it should be.

I will dissolve

Between the trees and birds and leaves.

I will be as I should be.

And I will wait.

I will wait patiently

For you all to join me.

Wait patiently

For all to be as it should be.

[artbean]

Corroded Coffin is back with their sophomore album, Memento Mori Motel.

With even more groundbreaking songs than the last album, those four boys from Hawkins Indiana have transformed into men with a message and a cohesive vision—keeping fans of rock and metal mesmerized by their musical innovation that defies genre entirely. (@eddiemonth day 8: rockstar)

The opening track, Jack Of All, plays like an instant classic. The riffs are crisp and clear as they poke fun at both their newfound fame and rural roots. I’m climbing up the walls / You just don’t have the balls / I’m never gonna fall / ‘cause I’m the Jack of All. The second song, If I Object (Objectify), is all noise, with hardly even a second to breathe before the wailing cries at the end. The words if I object melt into the word objectify, closing out the song in a soaring scream.

Hit The Nail Out Of The Park is a thoughtful examination of American boyhood, without shying away from how ugly growing up can be. The tempo may be slower but the track has a grit to it that can’t be ignored. Six Feet Under continues to wow audiences as the lead single, comparing the slow death of a relationship to being buried alive. Daisies sprout overhead / In the thick of goodbye / Now it’s just me in a flowerbed / Eternally wondering why.

In the second half of the album, Necrotizing Facist Idol isn’t afraid to punch up with hard hits or make a political statement. The message is pretty clear in the chorus: He’s eaten away at too much of our lives / He’s going to pay for his sins when he dies / No time to wait / Let’s amputate / The necrotizing fascist idol. 24hr lobotomy is more of an internal struggle of self destructive tendencies, and the desire to numb any feeling at all—and ultimately crashing down to earth when the vices wear off.

Postcard From Hell is a lighthearted, tongue-in-cheek vision of life after death, musing on the afterlife being not unlike a long, grueling vacation. The album ends on a tender yet bittersweet note, with the mysteriously titled Microscopic Fibers (Dying Star). The harmonizing guitars at the end is a standout moment as the song goes out with a bang, which turns into the whisper of the final notes. I can see your fire from light years through time / Like a star that died before it ever graced my eyes / Oh, slipping through my fingers (fingers, fingers) / Oh, how your presence lingers (lingers, lingers).

[george228732]

Hero of Souls - Meta (Niono) Giovanni

Fun facts:

Meta Knight's eyes were once gray, but his death and eventual revival (plus his links to the Galaxia Sword given to him by Morpho in the Afterlife) made them golden!

His wings and cape can make a distinct glow in them, with his wings creating constellations whenever he feels very strong emotions.

Like how I hinted, Meta Knight is dead, or at least, was dead, being killed in childhood, (which caused Galacta Knight to be sealed to easily due to how broken hearted he was that his child had passed away) and being taken in by Morpho as another parental figure in Hades until Morpho decided to bring him back to the Mortal World to stop a disaster that was close to coming.

He's married to Dedede because of course he is.

He's owner of the Spade Spear.

He's also owner of the Memento Mori, a Memento that allowed him to escape the Afterlife with Morpho's guidance.

The gray scar on his head is because of the scar that resulted in his death, so long ago.

He's inspired by the character, Giovanni from Night on the Galactic Railway, being the friend of Campanella with a dysfunctional and absent family that boards the train with his only friend, resulting in losing her by drowning.

He's also inspired by the story of Hamlet, being of Hamlet being tasked with the goal of killing the murderer of his father by his ghost, contemplating the concepts of life and death.

Meta is a direct reference and role of one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Pride.

[despairots]

#A NIGHT TO REMEMBER, o. dazai!

a special oneshot!

description, it’s special to know how the other feels. to communicate is the best, though, dazai isn’t one for words but it’s fine, you’re the same. neither of you can put the feelings you have into words.

— story contains, angst, established relationship, swearing, suicide mentions, depressing talks, “no longer human” connections i think?, r! psychoanalysis’s i guess?, mental health, trauma talking, character deaths, if i missed anything let me know! gender neutral! reader.

“why are you writing this?” bc dazai is one of the characters i heavily relate to on another level. hes so much different from mizuki akiyama and satoru gojo. and this is just me talking a lot about dazai’s character and analyzing him… btw, r! wears a black blazer (or leather jacket) white button up with a black waist coat, either brown shorts or pants (maybe black of u want), underneath the shorts or pants are like black tights and slip on penny loafers.

long before you started dating dazai, there was an obvious connection that you only saw and felt. obviously, you were friends during those time periods because you worked in the same place, everyone there were friends.

though, the friendship you two had were entirely different from the rest, had the same humour but showing it differently. you wouldn’t lie and say that dazai flirting with you just to ask for a double suicide didn’t concern you, because it did. there’s no doubt that he’ll try and eventually succeed (although, death doesn’t accept him).

there’s nothing that can kill this man, no matter how hard he tries. you picked that up during one of his failed attempts, it almost succeeded if kunikida wasn’t there, you thanked him a ton. all he said in response is that; “i have to look over that idiot one way or another.” no matter how much dazai annoys his coworkers, they still care.

when dazai tries to commit and somewhat fails, it’s almost like he’s punishing himself for still being alive. you know his past, after all, you were in port mafia with him, even though you two didn’t work together or how he didn’t know you during that time, you sure knew him.

he was surrounded by death, in the port mafia and the ada, it follows him yet never accepts it’s his time to come to the afterlife. he makes these plans that somewhat end up succeeding though he hurts himself in the process, always worrying you. what if eventually death actually accepts him at some point?

dazai has been extraordinarily smart every since he was a kid to the point where he’s been dehumanized by dubbing him; “the demon prodigy”. you didn’t know anything about his parents, you did know what drove him to be tired of living. he’s tired living, bored by life and the people around him, to him, they are easily predictable and manipulated that nothing can surprise him.

he can’t find sense to the world but most importantly, he doesn’t find sense in life, he ends up reverting to extensional depression, continuing the cycle he lives in.

dazai has been exploited ever since he was 14 and taken into the port mafia by mori. he was kept alive by mori, by chuuya, by everyone. he was used until there was nothing left. he never had any love nor hope (that he’d ever have someone to understand him) until a friend he later brought up to you, oda.

he truly believed he deserved everything that happened to him in the port mafia.

you believe that younger dazai never believed that he could be better, but if he’s changing now than he always had the ability to change, just never tried. he was sure the mafia was the only fate he had and the only place to escape of living.

then oda died. dazai was free, with ango’s help of wiping his criminal records. without ango’s help, he would’ve never been free from mafia, though he knows his past will always haunt him, he’s accepted that. he also knows that his indebted to ango, he knows he owes him.

since oda’s death, dazai’s trust had ran thin and he’s always on guard, his ability to open up to anyone had been cut off because he can not lose anyone again. the things he cares about and didn’t wanna lose, is lost the moment he gains it.

his plans always evolve other people, rather to manipulate or exploit. you don’t blame him, if it meant surviving, you would do it too.

he is someone who jokes but never opens up nor can be his true self. he’s a wreck who will drag anyone else down with him, that was a price you had to pay for dating him. he repulsed the idea of love and being in a relationship with you because of how he’ll be afraid of losing you.

dazai dated you as a joke, to see how thing will end, until he realized that you were somewhat different. you were always one step of ahead, had almost the same ability that involved contact, and you had this missing glint in your eyes. that’s just the surface though.

dazai knows there’s more to you— he doesn’t know about your connections to the port mafia though— but he doesn’t bother bringing the topic up to you though nor does he like talking about it.

at nights like this, where he’s staring aimlessly somewhere and devoid of emotion, he’s completely vulnerable in your shared dorm. sitting on the couch, cheek on the palm of his hand as the other searches the cold touch of your hand, seeking for some company.

—and you’re there. sitting on the couch with him and a book discarded in your lap, only staring at dazai with a look of curiosity and content, he looks peaceful despite the war going on in his head.

(you were memorized by the destruction he creates and has, it was peaceful to know what beautiful destruction that dazai carries with him).

when dazai feels the cold skin of your hand, he could feel his ability cancelling yours out as your hand covers his, holding it tightly yet so soft that he wonders if you’re even there. dazai finally looks at you, face still devoid of emotion, watching you reopen your book.

“morning, sleeping beauty.” you hummed softly, an amused tone with your words. dazai groaned and knocked your book off your lap, kicking his legs up into your lap and laying down, now staring up at the ceiling.

hearing dazai go silent wasn’t rare, it was rather common when you two are in your shared dorm, but not hearing him say something stupid back confused you.

you turned your head to dazai, taking notice of his eyes that threatened to pour tears in front of you, “you okay, ‘samu?” knowing him for a while now, he wouldn’t open up and talk about his feelings. it’s fine though, you’re like that too, and you wouldn’t mind waiting forever even if it didn’t come.

dazai didn’t respond.

he never did.

he closed his eyes and if you listened closer, you could hear the shaky breath that he exhaled. taking his hand in yours, you placed a chaste kiss to his palm, the contact making dazai open his eyes slowly and sit up on his elbows.

“when are you gonna leave?” he’s says stupid shit all the time, it doesn’t effect you, none of his words effect you. it should’ve effected you but it didn’t, and dazai could tell by the unamused look on your face, “when are you gonna take your life seriously?” you lightly jabbed at him, hearing him scoff and mutter ‘hypocrite’ underneath his breath.

dazai sat up properly, scooting closer to you and grabbing your hand, setting his head on your shoulder. dazai’s touch starved but refuses any contact that doesn’t involve him initiating it, you’re an expectation, you’ve always been every since the relationship started.

silence took over you, the fan in the background aswell as dazai’s calming breath stirring you into a tired state, laying your head on dazai’s head (knowing the neck pain wouldn’t be worth it tomorrow).

“y’know i’d wait, right?” dazai hums underneath his breath as a response, “how do i know you’re not lying?” and you scoff. rolling your tired eyes, for a guy like him to ask you that question is amusing. “we’ve been lying to eachother for a while but i’m not lying about this, ‘samu.”

the former executive makes himself more comfortable in the crook of your neck, forcing you to lay down and keep him close, “i know.” the words came out muffled, and alas, his eyes are shut again and his sleeping in your arms that are now warm.

with him being asleep, you could pick out the smallest details about the boy in your arms. in your arms, he isn’t the former demon prodigy, in your arms, he isn’t a former port mafia member, in your arms, he isn’t a dehumanized person.

he’s just a boy.

osamu dazai isn’t one for words, but it’s okay, because you’re not one for words either. it’s gonna be like that for awhile, or forever, only time could tell. dazai knows this; you know this. and since dazai’s betrayal to the port mafia, he’s changing, but if he’s changing now, he was always capable of changing, he just never cared enough to try.

osamu dazai isn’t one for words, neither are you.

tick.

[sergeantflick]

"We aren't angry at you, love.

You are the greatest thing we've lost."

... is literally ...

...Sirius and James in the afterlife to Remus.

... James at Regulus' grave. (He doesn't have a grave, only a memorial)

...Achilles to Patroclus when he died for him. (He is half of his soul.)

...Patroclus to Achilles when they are reunited in eternity.

Everyone to Jude St. Francis. (Dontcrydontcrydontcry)

Keita Mori to Thaniel Steepleton if he hadn't survived the Clan-Na-Garl attack.

(Quote: Noah Kahan, "You're gonna go far"

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