#family death cw

[theelvishfiddler]

An angsty backstory because they are fun and I needed the characters to be split into groups. This one is mostly just TMNT characters, Eggman is just.... here. He is enjoying the show.

[madeimpact]

Hi guys, a lot of you might have seen my earlier post explaining my absence, but for anyone who missed it, my mother recently and very suddenly passed away of a hemorrhagic stroke. She was a huge role model to me and I'm extremely fortunate and grateful for the beacon of light and strength she's been for me. Unfortunately, she was the sole breadwinner in our family, and our cruel mistress of capitalism doesn't care about the grieving process.

My cousin was extremely gracious and set up a Gofundme memorial fund. Any contributions will help my family stay afloat while we figure out how to go forward from here, but even if you can't contribute, a reblog will help immensely. Thanks for your understanding and compassion. 💖

[vocesincaput]

OPEN STARTER: Frenchie

With everyone back together again, the crew had gotten a British Naval ship in it's sights and decided to raid it for supplies. Wanting to get back into the swing of things and gel again as a full crew.

They were surveying the deck from the Revenge, readying to board when the ships servants came on deck, making them hesitate for a moment. When one of the servants turned around, a chill ran through Frenchie and he froze on the spot.

It had been years, but... he still remembered that face. He would always remember that face.

His mother...

He felt as if every ounce of breath had left his body. His mother was right there. After all these years... she was there. Frenchie tried to will himself to say something, to tell someone who she was and that they needed to get to her. But he was so in shock that he couldn't move.

The shock turned into horror only a moment later when the Captain of the ship turned to the group of servants and even from the Revenge it could be seen how he was admonishing them. Yelling something that was lost on the wind until suddenly raised his gun and fired it at his mother. Killing her instantly.

Frenchie cried out but it was drowned out by the rest of the crew yelling and springing into action. It didn't take long before the crew of the ship were either killed or taken captive for ransom. Frenchie had gone numb whilst everything happened, barely anything registering with him. Commands not reaching his ears.

Whilst the rest of the crew were taking the captives and any supplies back over to the Revenge, Frenchie made sure that all of the servants got onto one of the small boats the Naval ship used to go to shore with enough supplies to last them and a little more. He had wrapped up his mothers body and the servants promised to make sure she would get a proper burial before he sent them on their way.

Returning to the ship, Frenchie hadn't said a word the entire time and, whilst everyone else was going over everything and celebrating, he went below deck. Face expressionless and not hearing any words that made have been said after him.

He found a quiet spot that he knew no one ever really went to and sat down upon the floor, drawing his knees up to his chest and curling his arms around them. Eyes closed tight as Frenchie tried to will what had just happened into the little box he kept within his mind for all the bad things he had seen. But no matter how hard he tried, the box just wouldn't close. Tears began to form in the corners of his eyes the harder and harder he tried to force it closed. But it was too much and he could almost see the cracks beginning to form.

Frenchie was so lost within his mind that he didn't hear someone approaching.

[kingedmundsroyalmurder]

I'm exhausted from work stuff (PSA: if anyone asks you to move 3000 artifacts in a month, Just Say No) and now I have to get ready for a 10 day trip on 2 days notice, which includes driving 15 hours each way, to go to the funeral of a woman I don't know. And she was my partner's grandmother, so on top of the expected grief he's dealing with the guilt of not having visited her for several years before now. Plus i Don't Care For his mom and I haven't heard great things about his grandfather (there's a reason we kept putting off visiting...) and the whole thing is going to be deeply stressful.

And I'm just already so tired.

[shivunin]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @greypetrel💗! Tagging in turn @dungeons-and-dragon-age @daggerbean @ndostairlyrium and @inquisimer no pressure as always c: I've largely been working on a BG3 backstory things now that I've finally finished the game, but here is a bit more of the Hawke in the Fade fic. Here, Hawke's friends have gathered for a sort of last farewell. It's brutal, but I had a lot of fun writing Carver and Fenris in this scene. Their dynamic is working out to be a lot of the backbone of this fic so far and I'm really enjoying seeing where that goes.

“Decided to show up after all?” he asked. 

Fenris stopped just inside Carver’s field of vision. Carver didn’t bother to straighten up. 

“Didn’t have something more important to do?” he went on, abruptly seething. 

He thought of the letters he’d received these past months. M had gone from her usual mischievous self to an increasingly brittle version, as if the effort to keep up the facade had started to strain her, and then…

Sometimes, I wonder if there really is a curse on our family, she’d said in that last letter. It doesn’t seem fair, does it? I swear to you that I am doing everything that I can, but it feels rather like one of those nightmares where you’re running and running and your feet never move. 

Carver, if anything happens to me—I have no right to ask it, but will you please look after Fenris? I don’t know what he’ll do if I’m hurt, and you have a more level head these days. I can’t help but feel like something is going to happen, like those last days in Kirkwall before the end. It looms over me. 

Tell Aveline I’ll see you both soon, alright? she’d said. 

I don’t want either of you to worry, she’d said. 

Well. Carver was feeling plenty of things, but he couldn’t say that worry was one of them. 

“Didn’t feel like taking any more trips across Thedas?” he went on, because fuck him, because he’d said he would be there for her and he’d lied, because Carver wanted Fenris to hurt like he was hurting and he—

He was just standing there. Looking at Carver, as if he’d never seen him before and wasn’t enjoying the experience now.

“What, nothing to say?” Carver snarled, straightening at last. “You aren’t even going to pretend you gave a shit about her?”

“Carver, please—” Sebastian began from inside the house, but it was too late. Fenris had shifted into a slightly different stance, one Carver recognized at once, and his rage turned to a sick sort of relief. At last, this—this was something he knew. Grieving M was wrong, was foreign and unwelcome, but this? 

This was something he understood very well. 

“Say that again,” Fenris said in a low, rough voice. 

Carver spread his hands, Warden armor winking in the dim light through the clouds. What a relief it was to be angry. What a relief it would be to punch the bastard right in the chin. 

“You fucked her and ran away once,” he said. “Don’t know why she was surprised when you did it again.”

He barely managed to finish the last word before the elf was on him, a fist driving into the unshielded space at his ribs. Carver managed himself well enough in turn, he thought. He threw a punch at Fenris’s jaw and kneed him hard in the gut before he was unbalanced enough to fall to the mud and muck below. Perhaps Fenris would have kicked him then; perhaps he would have fallen upon him with fists and elbows. Neither of them had a chance to find out, because Varric was abruptly there. 

Maker, but he looked a decade older than he had when Carver’d last seen him. 

“Stop this,” he said. Carver turned his head and spat blood onto the earth beside him. 

It was still drizzling. The rain fell quickly enough that it blended with the blood until it all looked like nothing at all. 

When he looked up again, Fenris stood some two feet away, hands loose and bloodied. He didn’t look angry. He looked…

“You look like her,” Fenris said, his voice ragged. 

“Piss off,” Carver said, and—as if he hadn’t been hearing the same cursed thing his whole life—tears stung his eyes. 

Fuck that. He wasn’t going to cry over her. M wouldn’t have wanted that. Instead, he scrubbed his hand over his face and levered himself to his feet. Varric tucked the hand he’d offered away again and sighed. 

“Let’s get on with things,” he said. 

What else could they do? Just what he’d done after Bethany and Father and Mother. Exactly what he’d done after losing half the Wardens he’d ever known to some fool’s errand in the desert. 

Get on with it. 

[solarisgod]

" If I'm still here despite everything, " says Mike to Evangel, " Then so will you. "

Evangel was adopted into the Everlove family when she was five years old after a fire occurred at her home at night that had killed her father, with her mother being dead since her birth due to reasons that are currently unknown even to this day. Micah was seventeen / eighteen at the time of the adoption when they were on their final year of high school, with their five younger siblings being either in the middle of secondary or finishing their middle school stage. Micah was the oldest child and longest adopted Everlove while Evangel was the youngest and latest.

Despite the drastic differences in their age and life stages that would be generally challenging for a child and adult to bond and connect easily and consistently, compared to either individual interacting well with those at their age, in little time and great ease, Evangel and Micah was able build a tight connection with each other as they have always considered each other to be their closest sibling. It surprised their siblings that Micah could still find the time and energy to interact with Evangel often, even during their post-secondary school stage.

Micah and Evangel are the only Everlove children who were taken into the family at preschool age, while their siblings were adopted at an older age group, primarily in preadolescence stage. This was the first detail Micah noticed when they were familiarizing with Evangel that slowly opened a special link to her. Though, knowing what happened that led to her being taken to the child adoption agency, Micah was most determined to be there for Evangel the moment she stepped into home when they could highly understand the fear and anxiety of being moved to a whole different environment after a traumatizing event following a series of unease and loneliness.

Evangel developed selective mutism after the fire incident, and Micah, once being muted and then having the same condition, along with their parents were the only Everloves who could teach and interact with her in a sign language, avoiding some of the communication barriers that the other Everlove siblings couldn't pass to connect with her better. Until Evangel could find greater ease with the other Everloves a year after of the adoption, Micah was Evangel's only sibling who she didn't feel nervous being with and communicating to when they were always gentle and patient to her.

There were other things Evangel have that Micah could understand and provide her the support with accommodations that she needed, such as autism and paresthesia. In addition, Evangel experienced many instances of herself being bullied at schools, commonly in relation to the strange events that occurred by her presence that would paint her as responsible and be called names or associated with terrible things or people, with secondary being the most frequent occurrences of bulling for her to endure. These were what Micah could heavily relate to as they tried to comfort her in every way they could to ensure her that she still mattered and she's meant to exist.

While Micah would do everything to not have Evangel experience any more assaults, being merciless in getting her perpetrators in serious trouble, they always provide Evangel positivity and remind her of the goodness in her existence. Micah is deeply admired in the Everlove family with their siblings respecting them highly, though, Evangel always admired the endless love and hope Micah held to the world and its people regardless of everything that happened to them since they came to Earth, along with their passions of general arts and outer space with the nature. Evangel was similar holding these things that much, only more quietly, yet, her love still exists.

In the present, Evangel is seventeen years old with her already graduating high school in June 2023, becoming eighteen on this coming December. Since September, she has been in an arts university at Los Angelos where the other Everlove lives while she's strongly interested in performing arts, wanting to be a musical theatre performer. She is also highly passionate of poetry and creative writings, influenced by Micah's avid interest in them, as well as she is deeply inspired by their published literature and poetry books. Evangel deeply enjoys showing her works to them and vice versa with them bonding over their written works together.

Micah extremely loves Evangel so much, and so does Evangel. They share a lot of interests and hobbies since Evangel was give that had made them most closest to each other, and Evangel was extremely grateful that Micah could exist to be one of her siblings that she never got to have before. Micah and Evangel hold a lot of aspects that they can relate to and resonate with each other despite how the large space between their developments and lifestyles. Micah has taught Evangel a lot when what love can mean and how life is worth living through every little part of it. Evangel had reminded Micah that there's always something or someone to look forward to in life and that no matter the distance and differences in any ways, love will always reach out and taking your hands.

Holding you closely before there is only kindness.

[obstinatecondolement]

I'm extremely high strung and emotional at the moment, for reasons possibly related to my uterus wandering around my body and strangling my brain, and have been constantly having such very chill and normal thoughts as, "What a cruel joke to be born into a world where siblings have to bury each other. Nothing could possibly hurt me more. Oh god, I hope I die before her" when hanging out with my sister and talking about her current Stardew Valley save file.

[celaka]

family death cw //

update. i lost the most important person in my life earlier this week and i spent the last few days with my family, grieving and mourning the loss with them. it's all still very new and hard and real, but i think, i'm actually ready to face things fully and try to move forward ?? do things that give me joy and make me feel full without feeling so terribly guilty about it. i feel like that's what my mom would want anyway <3

this is to say i'm planning on easing my way back into writing here again and would love some new stuff! i will still be attempting to make a dent in everything i owe, but i think i need some new stuff to gain some momentum ?? nothing too distracting that takes my mind completely off off the things that have been going on irl, but i'm down for some light plotting, hc or just winging stuff!

so please send in memes, reply to my opens or like my permanent starter call if you'd like especially if we currently don't have anything going bc i'm thinking of doing another cleaning spree soon! ( also please softblock if you don't intend to interact. i promise there'll be no hard feelings, but staying mutuals w people who've never shown interest to interact ic or ooc makes me feel super anxious and makes me not wanna be here )

that is all! i'll work on the memes sitting in my inbox after i shower

[fumikosushi]

I can't believe you're gone. You were my best friend my whole life and I'm going to miss you so much. Life was so cruel and unfair to you and I really hope you're someplace better now, mom.

[meatriarch]

we just got a call literally minutes ago that my maternal grandmother passed within this last hour. and theres. alot of very complicated feelings that i have surrounding her and all the ab.usive shit shes done throughout our lives.

so im putting out a gentle warning that i dont know how my activity will look for the time being.

nothings really hit me yet but i just know ive got alot of shit to process so. whether i suddenly go silent here or i post even more ive no clue at the moment.

[mindsmade]

been playing l.ife is str.ange: tr.ue col.ours and i am loving it but when you by keat.on hen.son suddenly started playing during that scene by the docks bt alex and charlotte ... boy ...... did that cut deep out 😭

[madeimpact]

I'll probably be on semi hiatus to full hiatus for a while

I lost my mom to a stroke. So I'm really not feeling up to a lot of stuff, plus I'm gonna have to step up and be a functional, salary-having adult now bc she was the main breadwinner in our family.

I'm not sure what to say. I've been crying for a good 24 hours probably on and off. There were no warning signs outside of the usual headaches she got. She was on medication. No one could have seen it coming. She was decorating for Christmas when she started having symptoms.

I'm very close with my parents and she's probably my biggest role model. I'm trying to be strong, but I'm going to need time to figure out what to do with myself and my life.

Kudos if you read this far, and thanks. I'll make it out of this and be back to writing soon. Maybe sooner than I think. I'll probably need a creative outlet while we arrange for services and such.

[vocesincaput]

OPEN STARTER: Caleb Brewster

When the boats had reached the other shore and a suitable place for camp had been found after a few hours (not wanting to be too close to Setauket), Caleb silently set up his own tent before carrying his Uncle's body inside and laying it down upon the coat that had been put inside.

He knew he should bury him. But his Uncle deserved a proper burial in his home of Setauket. Something he was never going to be able to get. Something he had been robbed off at the hands of Simcoe and those that had accused him of what they had. A man who couldn't harm anyone. Murdered at the hands of somehow that Caleb didn't think he could stop himself from killing if he were to see him again. If he saw Simcoe again... he couldn't be held responsible for what he would do.

Caleb didn't know how long he had been sat in the tent, not even looking at his Uncles body any more but almost through it. Lost to the world around him. Replaying the sight of his Uncle being murdered and not being allowed to do anything about it over and over in his mind.

If someone had walked in the tent to check on him at any point, Caleb hadn't noticed them. He wouldn't notice if someone were in there with him at that moment.

[kingedmundsroyalmurder]

It's been days and I'm still floored by the extreme pettiness of future MIL taking all the photos off her newly dead mom's fridge except pictures of her own child (i.e. my partner). She said it's because Partner is the only one who ever called the grandparents, which is possibly true, but even still.

No wonder none of the other grandkids wanted to come visit. You've made it very clear that they're not welcome.

[kareenvorbarra]

my oldest cousin lost her baby. i'm not sure exactly what happened, if the baby died before my cousin went into labor or during delivery, but i know her due date was this month, so it happened very late in the process and was very sudden. my cousin already has one kid, she's the oldest out of the nine of us (me and my brothers and our six first cousins) and the first one to have kids, and it had never even crossed my mind that she would have any problems this time, especially not nine months in. i don't know, i'm really messed up over it. my cousin and her husband are both really great and i know they were excited about the new baby and had everything ready to go, and now this happens. now we are all going to the funeral of a baby we never got to meet.

[anderwhohn]

It's been nearly two weeks (as of Friday)... I've still not finished everything I need to do regarding my uncle's digital stuff in closing accounts and whatnot (bloody 900+ unfiltered unread emails to sort through, and no telling how many read ones after that). And that's not even factoring in the in person shit that needs done, like sorting through his possessions and whatnot.

I'm tired of grieving. It's exhausting... & that's not even factoring in the nightmares I've had that kept me from being able to sleep for several days on end. His death was not a pleasant one, and I was the one who had to see him the most before the coroner was able to remove his body from the house... so that's the image of him I have in my head the most right now...

That, and the final look in the casket before he was buried, where they almost did too good of a job at the funeral home because he looked like he could wake up at any moment. Needless to say, that last factor didn't help on the whole nightmare front and led to zombie dreams. I'm not normally bothered by zombie dreams, but when it turns personal, then yeah, it fucks with my head.