#pet crematorium

[saintdiamonds01]

Honoring Your Beloved Pet: Choosing the Right Pet Crematorium

Losing a beloved pet can be a deeply emotional and challenging experience. As pet owners, we want to ensure that our furry friends receive the same love, care, and respect in death as they did in life. When it comes to saying goodbye to a cherished pet, many families opt for pet cremation as a dignified and compassionate way to honor their memory. If you're considering pet cremation, here's what you need to know about choosing the right pet crematorium.

Reputation and Credentials:

When selecting a pet crematorium, it's essential to research the facility's reputation and credentials. Look for a crematorium that is accredited by reputable organizations, adheres to industry standards, and has positive reviews from previous clients. A reputable pet crematorium will prioritize transparency, integrity, and professionalism in their services.

Services Offered:

Different pet crematoriums may offer various services to accommodate the needs and preferences of pet owners. Some crematoriums provide communal cremation, where multiple pets are cremated together, while others offer individual cremation, ensuring that your pet is cremated separately and their ashes are returned to you. Additionally, some facilities may offer additional services such as witnessing the cremation or providing memorial keepsakes.

Facilities and Equipment:

Visit the pet crematorium in person or inquire about their facilities and equipment. A reputable crematorium will have clean and well-maintained facilities, modern cremation equipment, and trained staff who handle each pet with care and compassion. Take the time to ask questions about their processes and protocols to ensure that your pet will be treated with the utmost respect and dignity.

Compassionate Staff:

Losing a pet is a deeply emotional experience, and it's essential to choose a pet crematorium with compassionate and empathetic staff who understand the grief associated with pet loss. Look for crematoriums where staff members demonstrate sensitivity, empathy, and professionalism in their interactions with clients and their pets.

Aftercare Options:

Consider what aftercare options are available from the pet crematorium. Some facilities may offer additional services such as pet memorialization, including urns, memorial plaques, or customized keepsakes to honor your pet's memory. Choose a crematorium that offers aftercare options that resonate with your preferences and allow you to create a meaningful tribute to your beloved pet.

In conclusion, selecting the right pet crematorium is an important decision that requires careful consideration. By researching the facility's reputation, services offered, facilities and equipment, staff compassion, and aftercare options, you can ensure that your beloved pet receives a dignified and respectful farewell. Ultimately, choosing a reputable and compassionate pet crematorium will provide you with peace of mind during this difficult time as you honor the memory of your cherished companion.

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[pwrn51]

Susan Saw & Heard Harry the Spirit Dog

  Jackie introduces Susan Bowman on the 20th episode of “Jackie’s Proof Animals Have Souls and Psychic Show,”  Susan Bowman, a medium and Vice President of Lancaster Spiritualist Church in England, shares her experiences working in various spiritualist churches. Susan recounts a touching story involving Harry, a dog who passed away. After Harry’s passing, his distraught owner asked Susan to…

[zooophagous]

I have another idea for a business I want to start but it would require actual land ugh.

[pulvisarturns]

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[closetchild]

my kitty died. i wanna die

[imwritesometimes]

I know there are normal ppl out there who hear Angel of the Morning and don't immediately think of two of the most fucked up, battered, middle aged detectives at a dive bar with a juke box meeting back up years after they destroyed one another's lives working a case but I am not one of them......

[partoftheairforce]

lawsuit freaking filed i’m so tired

[jacksonlytle]

Jackson Lytle & Lewis Life Celebration Center

During your period of mourning, lean on Jackson Lytle & Lewis Life Celebration Center, a foremost funeral home in Springfield, Ohio. Let us guide you through the arrangements for a ceremony that holds deep meaning, always respecting your unique needs. Whether you opt for a traditional burial or choose cremation, we tailor the final journey to uphold your loved one's wishes.

Our compassion extends to pets, as we provide caring pet cremation services in Springfield, Ohio. For those exploring eco-friendly options, we share information on green burial choices.

Count on us, your reliable crematorium in Springfield, Ohio, to offer support with compassion, creating a significant farewell that celebrates the life and cherished memories of your loved one.

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[ghoul--doodle]

I am. Not in a great mood.

Maybe send a couple asks if you don’t mind?

[danmeiarchive]

Danmei Recs (more plot / character driven)

Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know - Cyan Wings

NovelUpdates [link] My review [link]

Every Day the Protagonist Wants to Capture Me - Qing Duan

NovelUpdates [link] My review [link]

His Little Deer Wife is Very Fierce - Little Baldy

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How to Survive As a Villain - Yi Yi Yi Yi

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Silent Reading - Priest

NovelUpdates [link] My review [link]

The General’s Vampire Omega - Little Baldy

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The Last Dragon in the Cultivation World - Marshmallow Bunny

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The Virtuous Omega Disguised as the Vicious Colonel - Little Baldy

NovelUpdates [link] My review [link]

Where is Our Agreement to be Each Other’s Arch-Rivals? - Poplar Breeze

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Non-Human Sub-district Office - Drunk Long Song

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Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples - Dao Xuan

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Record of the Missing Sect Master - A Lifetime Of Beautiful Clothes

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The Whole World Is My Crematorium - 比卡比

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They All Say I’ve Met a Ghost - Cyan Wings

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A Real Man Isn’t Afraid of a Little Demon - Little Baldy

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My Junior Still Hasn’t Killed Me - Zi Lu

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Something's Not Right - Cyan Wings

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Today Prime Minister Also Wants to Bang His Head on the Pillar - Bazaodashe

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It’s Not Easy Being a Master - Jin Xi Gu Nian

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The Omega Can’t Pretend to Be a Beta After Accidentally Witnessing the Major General’s Susceptible Period - Fei Tang

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Worship Me, I Can Make You Rich - 向远飞

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The General Loves to Collect Little Red Flowers - Kun Cheng Xiong Mao

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More Danmei Recs (lighter reading / more fluff)

A Guide to Raising Your Natural Enemy - Jue Jue

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Transmigrated As a Villain, I Rely on Sand Sculpture to Survive - Ma Hu Zi Jun

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Carrying a Hoe to Cultivate - Little Baldy

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The Disabled Tyrant’s Pet Palm Fish - Xue Shan Fei Hu

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After Being Turned Into a Dog, I Conned My Way Into Freeloading at My Rival’s Place - Zi Jin

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Number One Lazy Merchant of the Beast World - Shuishan

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Transmigrated as the Villain’s Cat - Xishan Fish

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Do You Want to Touch My Fish Tail? - 系辭上

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Live Broadcasting Raising Dragons in the Interstellar - Yu Zhi Shui

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My Vampire Faints at Blood - Three Thousand Big Dreams To Narrate One's Life

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The Film Emperor’s Daily Live Cooking Broadcast - 砚楚

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((this post will be updated as I continue reading and if I write any reviews about specific series I'll link them here too))

[peeetlovers]

Six Things You Need to Know When Your Dog Dies

The loss of a beloved dog is a deeply emotional and challenging experience. Knowing what steps to take and understanding the processes involved can help you navigate this difficult time with a bit more ease and clarity. Here are six crucial things you need to know when your dog dies, presented in detail to provide comprehensive guidance.

1. Immediate Steps to Take

Verify the Death

First, confirm that your dog has indeed passed away. Look for the absence of breathing and a heartbeat, and check for unresponsive pupils. If you are unsure, contact your veterinarian immediately for confirmation.

Handle the Body with Care

If your dog has died at home, handle the body with respect and care. Wear gloves and gently wrap your dog in a blanket or sheet. Place the body on a waterproof surface or in a cool area to delay decomposition until you decide on the next steps.

2. Notify Your Veterinarian

Seek Professional Guidance

Contact your veterinarian as soon as possible. They can confirm the death if needed and provide advice on handling the remains. Vets can also discuss options such as cremation, burial, or other memorial services.

Consider Medical Records

Your veterinarian can help you manage your dog’s medical records. This can be important if you decide to have an autopsy performed to understand the cause of death, which might be necessary for certain health or breeding considerations.

3. Understand Your Options for Handling the Remains

Home Burial

If you choose to bury your dog at home, check local laws and regulations to ensure it’s allowed. Select an appropriate location on your property, away from water sources and high-traffic areas. Dig a grave that is at least 3 to 4 feet deep to prevent other animals from disturbing it.

Cremation

Cremation is a common and respectful option. There are two types: communal cremation, where multiple pets are cremated together, and individual cremation, where your pet is cremated alone, and the ashes are returned to you. Discuss these options with your vet or a pet crematorium.

Pet Cemeteries

Pet cemeteries offer a professional and dignified place to bury your dog. They provide services such as burial plots, headstones, and maintenance. This option can give you a permanent place to visit and remember your pet.

4. Consider a Memorial

Create a Lasting Tribute

Creating a memorial can help you process your grief and honor your dog's memory. Options include planting a tree or garden in their favorite spot, making a donation to an animal charity in their name, or creating a scrapbook or photo album of cherished memories.

Personal Items

Keep some of your dog's personal items, such as their collar, tags, or a favorite toy, as keepsakes. These items can provide comfort and a tangible connection to your pet.

5. Understand the Grieving Process

Allow Yourself to Grieve

Grief is a natural response to loss, and it's important to allow yourself to feel and process your emotions. Everyone grieves differently, so take the time you need. Surround yourself with supportive friends and family who understand your loss.

Seek Support

Consider joining a pet loss support group or talking to a counselor who specializes in grief. Sharing your feelings with others who have experienced similar losses can be incredibly therapeutic and provide valuable support.

6. Plan for the Future

Reflect on Future Pet Ownership

After the loss of a dog, some people choose to get another pet, while others may need more time. Reflect on your feelings and consider when or if you are ready for a new companion. Each pet is unique, and adopting another should feel like the right decision for you.

Learn from the Experience

Consider what you learned from your time with your dog and how it can inform future pet ownership. Whether it's medical care, training, or lifestyle adjustments, use this knowledge to provide an even better environment for any future pets.

Losing a dog is an incredibly painful experience, but understanding these six key aspects can help you navigate through the process with more clarity and support. From handling the immediate steps and consulting with your veterinarian, to making decisions about memorials and understanding the grieving process, being informed can provide some solace during this challenging time. Remember to seek support and take the time you need to honor the memory of your beloved pet.

[honourablejester]

I have to talk about this. I have to vent this, exorcise this. Warnings for grief, for death, for death of a pet, death of family, descriptions of death. I have to vent this. Apologies.

He died. My dog. He died almost a day ago. I haven’t slept since he died in my arms. I can’t sleep. I can’t bear this. I have to, and eventually I will, I know, but right now I can’t.

We waked him last night. We stayed up with him, made it so someone was always with him, before we brought him out to the crematorium this morning. We were with him all night. And it wasn’t him. I know it wasn’t. He died in my arms. I was there when he left. But it looked like him. It had his soft ears, his grizzled face, his snotty nose. His rheumy eyes. It looked like him. We carried him in our arms to the crematorium. And we didn’t …

We didn’t realise he’d shat himself in death. We didn’t notice. We laid him on the crematorium viewing room bed, and realised he’d shat himself, and we should have cleaned him before we came. We should have noticed. But he was in rigour, and we’d covered him in his blankie, and we hadn’t noticed in time. And I couldn’t …

I shouldn’t have left him there. Not like that. Not stiff and cold and covered in shit. He was so fastidious. Even when his legs were giving out on him, he always made sure to do his business somewhere nice and neat and out of the way. I wanted to stay with him, to ask them to help him, to make sure he wasn’t alone. But they said they’d take care of him, and I had to trust them, but god it killed me to leave him. Worse than feeling him die in my arms, worse than cradling him through his last breaths. It killed me to leave him. We’ll get him back soon, his ashes, but I just … I shouldn’t have left him. Not like that.

It was so sudden. It wasn’t sudden at all, he’s 18, he had a stroke last week, and then the second one yesterday, it wasn’t sudden at all, but it was. We didn’t know what was happening. He was recovering. He went on a walk yesterday morning. Granted, mostly just a toddle out onto the green outside our house, but he went for his morning toddle, he ate half a blueberry muffin, he bullied me for treats. He was so normal. And then towards afternoon, he was lying on his bed beside me, and he was staring silently up at me. He does that when he wants things, he’s never been verbal, and he just stared at me for so long. I got down, I sat with him. I cuddled him, I pressed my head to his head. He seemed like he just wanted reassurance. I didn’t know why. I should have, but I didn’t. I just sat with him. When the family came back from shopping, I went out for a fucking walk. I left him. I was so stupid. But he was there when I came back, he was waiting, I floofed his head. He seemed the same. He looked at me again, so I sat back down with him. And then he started keeling over. Then he leaned all the way over and started swimming in the air. We didn’t get it. His stroke last week wasn’t like that. We didn’t get it. But we figured it out quick enough, and rang the vet, and ran with him in our arms out to the car.

He didn’t come back. He died in my arms in the car in front of the vet. I was there. I held him. We got him an anticonvulsant, so at least he was calm, and sat with him for about half an hour while he calmed, and then the vet sedated him and … and let him go. I held him. All the way.

He was so tough. Nobody understands. He was so tough. So stubborn. So determined. People have been expecting him to die for the last five years, as he got older and older and slower and slower, but he was so tough and so determined. He made it to eighteen. He walked all the way to the shop the night before last. He had his toddle and his blueberry muffin yesterday morning. Last week, the first stroke, the emergency vet checked his heart, and it was perfect. She said that. Perfect. A tough, strong, perfect heart. A little warrior’s heart. He was so tough. My tough old man.

I love him. I love him so much. He was never … he was never a verbal dog, he growled if he had to, but he never made much noise outside of that. But he was there my entire adult life. He lay on his bed beside me. We walked him over half the fucking county. Two walks a day, all the way to the end. He loved the river in the woods, he loved going down the beach, he loved picking the most awkward walk to go on when you hadn’t brought your high-vis vest. He had notions. He decided he hated one of our walks, and wouldn’t so much as look at it for like ten years, and then abruptly the last few years he decided he loved it again. He was so fucking stubborn. You have no idea. The most stubborn-ass dog on the planet.

I can’t sleep. I’ve tried. Every time I lie down, I’m just picturing him. Last night, yes, stiff and cold and dead under his blankie. The tiny bundle of him at the crematorium, filthy, something we never should have let happen. But also …

Him coming to meet me as I left work, my mam walking his tiny slow waddling form at a snail’s pace down the path towards me. Him bullying me literally yesterday for more treats, climbing in my lap as I sat beside him. Him when he was younger, taking the air in the garden, lying in the sunshine. Him paddling out into the gentle bend of the river in the woods, poking his nose in the water, paddling out inadvisably, leaning in to take a drink. Him rolling in seaweed on the beach and blithely stinking up the car the whole way home. Him when he was a young dog, the first time we took him hillwalking, when he was fresh from being rescued and so tender-footed that he couldn’t walk with all the gorse-burrs and asked to be carried. Him catching a small bird that flew up from under him when he was young, just on pure hunter’s instinct, and then freezing, having no idea what to do once he had it in his mouth (we got him to let it go). He was such a proud hunter.

I love him. He’s been my companion, my shadow, my joy for seventeen fucking years. The sensation of this small, stinky, grumpy, trusting thing lying on his bed next to you. Sleeping. Breathing soundly just because you’re there. He looked at me. Yesterday. He just wanted me near him. I didn’t get it. I didn’t understand why. But I did. At least I still did. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I did sit with him, and snuggle him, and I was right there when he started to go. He had. He had a good day. He had a walk, and a blueberry muffin, and he bullied me for treats, and when he started to feel weird he asked me for comfort and I gave it to him. We all did. I held him as he died.

And he had … He had a good life. We gave him such a good life. He had so many walks. The entire goddamn town knows him by proxy, just from seeing him on his walks. So many people ask about him. I’ll have to … Fuck, I’ll have to walk the route and let them know. So many people loved him.

I’m so mad. I’m so angry. Not … Not at myself, though a bit, I shouldn’t have left him, but just … At the world. For not having him in it. I had to call work this morning to tell them I wouldn’t be in because we had to bring him to the crematorium, and I was so angry. Because how dare they want something else to matter when he’s not there anymore. How dare …

There’ll be no clicky claws on the lino walking me up at six in the morning because he needs to go out to pee. There’ll be no waggy tail to welcome me back when I come back from work. There’ll be no snotty nose nudging my hip at dinner time to remind me that he’s there and he also loves spaghetti and could I maybe consider giving him some. There’ll be no small, broken-up old form trundling determinedly up the hill towards the shop because 18 or no 18 years old, he’s going for his fucking walk. Even half dead.

I love him so much. I would have died for him. I’ve fought dogs for him. I’ve run into traffic for him. I promised him I would protect him and guard him from anything that frightened him. But I couldn’t … I couldn’t protect him from this. From his own body just … From age just …

His heart was perfect. All the way to the end. He was so tough. He was so determined. He was recovering. It looked … It really looked like he was recovering. That he was coming back. He had a few days of being so tired, and then he wanted his walk, and his blueberry muffin, and the treats that an old man showed him literally three weeks ago and that he’d abruptly decided were the best things in the world. He was bullying me. He was so normal, and happy, and determined.

I can’t bear this. I have to, I know I have to. Maybe I’ll bear it a bit better when I’ve finally fucking slept. But right now I just can’t. He’s not there. His bed is empty beside me. We left him out there, all on his own, and it’s not him anymore, it wasn’t him, but we shouldn’t have done it. It’s illegal, but we should have just carried him out to the woods, to the bend in the river, and buried him ourselves.

I can’t bear that he’s not there. I’ve loved him for so long. He’s been there for half my life. I’ve never loved a single thing in this world the way I love him. He should be here. But he’s not. He won’t ever be again. And I can’t bear it.

Patch. You were so good. So tough. Heart of a champion, all the way to the end. You stubborn, opinionated, grumpy, stinky, horrible old man. I love you. I love you so much I can’t fucking bear it. I wish we’d been right. I wish you’d been recovering. I wish you hadn’t left. But I’m so fucking glad I knew you, held you, loved you. I’m so glad you were there for seventeen years, for five years longer than anyone ever expected you to. I’m so glad you were so tough, so stubborn, so horrible. I miss your soft ears. I miss your snoring. I miss your stinky breath. I miss …

I miss you. So much. I shouldn’t have left you. I should have buried you in my own arms.

God, I hope you’re somewhere nice. I don’t believe in anything in particular, but I hope you’re somewhere nice. Warm. With good smells. I hope you have treats, and people to bully, and people to hold you when you’re scared, even if they don’t understand why. I love you. Wherever you are, know that I love you. I would have died for you. I wish I could have protected you properly like I promised. I wish I’d known to give you a bath before you left, even though you hated them. I hope they look after you. I hope they clean you up and stay with you and keep you safe until you come back to us.

I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I’m so sorry, my angel. I love you so much.

God. Fuck. I really should go to fucking sleep. But he’s not there beside me, and I can’t. I’ll get there. I’ll get there. But not yet.

Just. I love you, Patch. Just know that, please. I love you.

[ultimate-worldbuilding]

CITIES

A full list of what a modern / sci-fi city needs. You can incorporate many elements into your fantasy city as well. Of course you don't need this many things, but sometimes it can help your story if you understand and think about how your world works.

Electricity and energy resources

If your city has electricity, or anything similar to it, it's worth considering where this energy comes from. Is it renewable energy, or not? Is it something else entirely? (Is it magic?) These buildings and facilities are usually located on the outskirt of cities.

Windmill Location: Flat planes, maybe even deserts. Tailor it: break up the structure of a today's windmill: e.g. what if they are way bigger, or people live in it, etc

Nuclear Power Plant Location: Anywhere, in space, under the water, in the sky, inside the terrain. Prompts: What about accidents? Secret labs inside the plant?

Storm Power Plant Location: Almost anywhere, in the sky, in space, on space ships, planes, etc. Further ideas: tornados, harvesting lightning, harvesting the power of the wind with fortified windmills, sun storms in space.

Water related power plants Using the energy of a flowing river,sea waves, or even a vortex.

Burning power plant Burning trash, coal, diesel, gases or your world's fuel. This can be very polluting in your world, which can add up to your worldbuilding: green activist wants this plant closed, people getting sick aournd the plant, etc.

Geaothermal Power Plant Using the planet's heat to generate energy. You can put this anwhere on your ground or under.

Solar Power Plants These need a lot of place. If you are also making a map, be sure to add these on places where they actually get sunlight. (Don't put them on the north side of a mountain.) prompts: what if somebody covers them on purpose?

Health, Life and Death

All health and mental health related facilities (even for pets). Tailor these to your worlds problems, diseases and conditions (e.g. cyberpsychosis in Cyberpunk 2077) You can put these fqacilities, together, or even in a very different location, for example a floating private clinic above the city. You can even use virtual worlds as a twist.

Hospitals and clinics General hospitals, clinics and private ones.

Doctor's office

Ambulance station

Cyberware repair clinic

Drug Rehabilitation Centers

Vets Vets for people's pets, you can even add robot vets, for robot pets.

Nursing Homes Home for the elderly.

Asylums Home for people with serious mental health problems.

Pharmacies Are these private? Are there black market versions? What medicines can you buy here?

Dentist Promp questions: Are there any unique procedures? Do people's teeth are different? What about dentists for different species?

Sanatorium These usually are in the nicest parts of a city in the outskirts. They do have big gardens too. It can be even in space too, or even virtually.

Morgue Story tips: you can include a place like this for investigations or horror elements.

Cemetry Before diving deep into this one, state how your people bury their loved ones. The method the whole cemetry. Here are some burial types from the world:- Leaving the body in nature (or space)- Embalming, and preserving- Leaving in water (or space), or let it sail away on a ship- Burning the body (by fire, or by sunfire), and placing the urns in a sacred place (space, ground, buildings, etc.)- Buring the body under ground

Crematorium Used if your people burn bodies.

Quarantine zone

Misc Essentials

As these are essentials, they can be targets in a conflict. This can help your story further.

Fire station

Water tower (and storage) If it doesn't come from a pshysically higher place.

Server buildings

Lighthouse

Transportation and Travel

Transportation can change a lot in a scifi high tech world. I often grab a real concept and put into a different enviroment. Train? Space - Train. Jetski? Sun wave - jetski.When building transportation, think about:- where these vehicles are stored- where you can access the service,- who repairs them and where- where do they go when they are no longer used. These types of transports all have office centers, and they are usually different corporations and companies.If the parking lots or hangars are abonded, it can be a place where homeless people gathered, and live.

Bus stations, depot, stops and repair garages

Spaceship (or airplane) ports, hangars and repair hangars Don't forget to add ports and hangars for military, trading and public transport spaceships.

Metro stations, metro depot

Taxi stations, depot

Ship ports On rivers, sea, ocean, or the sky. (for flying ships but not spaceships.) Don't forget to about military, trading and public transport. These ports can be just platfroms.

Parking lots Multi storey car park.

Rental Renting the vehicles you have in your city, spacehips, cars, ships, etc.

Travel agencies

Fuel stations gas stations for cars, taxies and buses, and fueal stations for spaceships, and ships.Prompts questions: Where are these located? Is there possibility of shortage?

Package receiving point (or drop point)

Warehouses (personal, corporations, cars, etc)

Housing & Homes

Housing is an interesting part of building a city. I advise you to look around in your enviroment, and in the world how people live in different countries. You can always twist these ideas by putting them into a different enviroments (e.g.: shipping containers as living space, in a frosty enviroment, and people use fur to cover the insides for insulation.)

Luxury flats, and houses

Middle class flats, and houses

Lower class flats, and houses

Huge flat blocks (all are the same, available for all classes)

Prebuilt houses (all are the same, available for all classes)

Houses made of different elements You can vary as you want, example: Mass Effect colonies

Shipping containers as homes

Discarded vehicles as homes

Shelters For people, sentient robots, animals, robot animals.

Hotels

Motels

Food and Plants

Questions: Where does food come from in your city? Is it from outside of the city, or does it have some facilities to create food? Where does that food go? How is the food situation in your city? Do people make food at home, or order, or eat prepackaged food?

Grain Processing Plant

Crop fields If you have crops, is there a fungi or incest that is destroying crops? Or an organization?

Restaurants

Cafés

Drive-ins

Fast food restaurant chains

Bakery

Pastry Factory or any factory that makes food that is in everybody's lives, out of the plant the city has on its crop fields.

Food Packaging Factories

Food Processing Plants

Green houses

Nature reserve

Plant nurseries

Ranches for livestock

Slaughterhouses (or syntethic meat producing facilities)

Pastures

Brewery What type of alcohol does the people drink? What are they med of? Are there traditions related to them?

Education, Science & Knowledge

What general education system does your city have? What subjects are there? At what age do usually people finish their studies?

Elementary school

Kindergarten

High School

University

Music School

Library

Science center

Research Facility

Museum

Conservatory

Entertainment and Services

Entertainment and Services are a big part of every day lives. How much fun people have in this city? How much time do people have? Does this have black and extreme sides? Are there regulations in place? Is there a disctrict just for party time or doe poeple do this all around the city?

Ferris-wheel

Bars and Pubs (eg. Vape Bar)

Skating rink (ice, scifi ice skate, etc)

Brothel

Arcade

Arena / Stadium (depends on the setting, and nature of the events held here)

Stripper bar

Dance studio

Barber

Beautician Explore every aspect, different species, and cyberware (if you have these in your world)

Gym

Amusement park

Spa

Aquapark

Fighting rings People, robots, animals, etc. Where is this ring? Are these illegal?

Aquarium

VR café

Circus

Theatre

Zoo

Bowling alley (or any other alley for this type of entertainment)

Racetracks Animals, robots. How much of are these legal? Are there any bets placed on the racers?

Communication

Where do people get their information? Is there internet in your city? What happens when somebody disrupts communication on purpose? Does people/ the government / corporation manipulate the media?

Post office

Media studios TV, Internet, Talk shows, VR, whatever media your cuty uses.

Radiotower

Community centre

Employment agency

Open Spaces

Where people can organize events.

Forum, Square You can include a statue or a monument.

Park (It's scifi or fantasy, you can add floating parks too.)

Skate park (or any other equivalent of extreme sport park in your world, e.g. solar surf park)

Religion & Politics

What religion do people practise? Are there any banned religions? What sacred spacse do they need for that? Are there any districts heavily influenced by one religion? Are their beliefs go against the city council's views? Is religion and politics are connected or not? How do religion and politics influence each other?

Parlament/city council

Mayor's office

Convent

Oracle

Religious spaces Buildings, parks, monuments

The Force and the Law

Military , Police and Law. Do these mix with religion or not?

Military headquarters

Military training centre

Military base

Shooting range (or archer range)

Police Station

Jail & Prison

Military vehicle and gadget repair

Courthouse

Lawyer's office

Market & Financies

What currency does your city use? Are there any undergound currencies? What items and resources can be currencies?

Bank

Shop franchises Apparel, jewelry, furnishing, stationery

Broker's office

Armor shop

Cyberware (or body enhancment) shop

Weapon shop

Market (farmer's , junk, flee, vehicles, etc.)

Black Market

Drug Den

Malls

Corporate Shops (workers can pay from their own salary)

Building & Production

What do people need? Is there a shortage of certain types of products, or oversaturation and overproduction?

Factory: Electronics devices

Factory: Furniture and cutlery

Factory: Home gadgets

Factory: Weapons

Factory: Military equipments

Factory: Vehicles Cars, spaceships, flying cars.

Mining operation

Construction Site

Waste

What types of wastes are produced in your city? Where do they go?

Sewage system Pipes, old pipes that are no longer in use, cisterns. Are there any people living down here?

Junkyard Regular junk, old spaceships, broken cars, broken machines, broken robots. Do people live here or not?

Selective Trash Sorter Facility If your city recycles.

[cosmichighpriestess]

Do you want to hear my ghost stories? I have always been someone with psychic gifts. When I was a little girl I used to see ghosts all the time. If you’ve ever seen, "The Sixth Sense" it was like that for me, everywhere I went as a child. I saw dead people and I saw elemental beings, but the ghosts, the lost souls, traumatized me. I saw dead people that looked completely distorted and completely monster like, as they transformed themselves to appear scary. I couldn't believe what I was seeing because it was just like looking at a person in real life but then they disappeared. They called upon me and I followed even when I was scared, I was fascinated. I kept this gift which felt like a curse sometimes, to myself for the most part because other people couldn't see them and they didn't believe me.

The darkness was my friend, the darkness saw through me and invited me in when no one else seemed to see me or accept me. I was used to being laughed at. My imaginary friends were actually demons disguised as ghost children. Maybe I was delusional, and I know this Earth is a dream but I'm not on drugs, and I remember these experiences vividly. I studied this darkness, I desired the darkness and the darkness desired me and the horror shows that seemed to follow me wherever I turned, into a fascinating, moving art show dream I created and I couldn't look away from. I was charmed and hooked into the deep dark unknown and I just knew I must be the haunted one and it was natural for me to want to be around ghosts, monsters, demons, faeries, angels, mermaids and aliens. Little did I know at the time just how testing this life would become.

When I turned thirteen, I saw my deceased grandfather in my grandma’s living room for Thanksgiving, just standing there surrounded by the light. He died two years after I was born. He was wearing a white suit just looking at me. He’s been with me my entire life protecting me. I shut off my gifts after this I believe because it was too much for me to handle and I was focused on school where I was getting bullied a lot by girls mostly. But I learned everything I could about spirits when I went home through books, shows and movies. Fast forward, when I was 19 I was getting out of a relationship with an Olympian and moving out of yet another haunted apartment, it was actually my dream apartment, with my dream boyfriend at the "time", but it all fell apart when the spirits started attacking me daily with suicidal thoughts. I was living in my dream luxury apartment (actually two of them next door to each other) we rented both of them with our pets and with a balcony overlooking downtown and, I thought my life was finally turning into my dream, we were happy for only a short period of time. After I had thoughts of suicide of jumping off the balcony, (thoughts that did not belong to me, the spirits hate my light) constantly drained and constant paranormal activity in my apartment, flickering lights, doors opening, heavy energy next to an old crematorium building, so the place was infested with trapped souls.

Eventually we broke up, he turned out to be ego driven, not for my highest good, who hit our dog once and was very superficial. I rescued our precious dog, Jupiter and I moved out and I began going out again to meet new people. I met more darker individuals with bad intentions for me. One ghosted me to go out and gamble so I decided to ghost him back. Then later that night I was invited to an art show right next door to the apartment I just moved out of, and as I was walking around looking at the dark artwork I noticed a very tall man with a blond mohawk dressed in all black, metal head, staring at me intensely. I ignored him and kept looking at the art by myself. I turned around and he was standing there smiling at me and I looked up and he said, “Hello, how are you doing?” We began talking about the art and who we were and he told me he was in a black metal band, he was a teacher and that he promoted shows in town and the next big city over. I thought to myself, “oh my first impression must have been wrong about him, he seems cool then, he’s not as creepy as I thought.” Wrong. Very wrong. Always trust your first intuition. He asked for my number and we begin dating. I didn’t want to get into a relationship so soon after my last relationship but he was very persistent and charming.

We went to go see an Opeth concert together as a first date. I would come over to his apartment and we would drink wine, talk about the occult and magick because at that time I was very much into all of that too but not as much as him apparently. He pulled out some acid out of his pocket and convinced me to try it for the first time. I was very interested in trying psychedelics and weed but nothing else. The acid kicked in pretty quickly, I only took one hit, and I believe he took two. He asked me to take a bath with him on acid, I was a people pleaser at the time so I said yes. I met another version of him in the bathtub, his whole demeanor changed, his posture,his voice, his speech, his eyes switched to white, and rolled into the back of his head, and he told me not to be afraid. He began to contort his body as if he was possessed.

After this show went on in the bathtub while I was on acid, I started laughing out of fear, because when we’re feeling fear sometimes we laugh. He said “hello Rose it’s nice to meet you, it’s an honor to meet you, I’m a big fan.” I started laughing again because I was like, wait who are you why did you just change completely? And he said we go by many names, We Are legion. And I started laughing again. I said, “are you serious? ” What do you mean you’re a legion? You are a group of demons? “ And he said yes, but you don’t need to be afraid. We love you, and just want to talk to you. And I said, "okay why would you choose to do that in my most vulnerable state?” They said,“ don’t you know how powerful you are? You are the Queen of the Underworld. Why do you hide your power from everyone? ” I said, “no I don’t know, I really don’t know what you’re talking about?” Crazy guy? I was very young after all, I didn’t know who I was beyond my interests. After that I got out of the bathtub, that part is a blur, I don’t remember what happened after that, I just remember leaving and telling him how creeped out I was the next day. I couldn’t sleep hardly at all that night.

I told myself I would never see him again. But I was so lonely and he had so many of the same interests as me. Truly, I did not love myself back then. But then he managed to convince me to go on another date with him. He said that he didn’t remember anything that night and that it would never happen again. I was young and naive and I thought he must really like me. So, the next time I went to visit him, it was snowing and we had a normal date night we just had wine and watched a scary movie, one of the paranormal activity movies but after I left something pushed me down the stairs outside. There was no one behind me. That should have been my third sign to never go back, but something kept telling me to keep going back to see him. For a while nothing happened, we had a normal relationship, the demons never came out again until we moved into a new apartment. We moved to this very magical town, called Manitou springs, and I was absolutely in love with it. I was making so many cool friends, I was getting back into music, I was having so much fun partying, we were always going out and meeting new people, and life seemed like it was getting better.

Until, sleep paralysis kept attacking me every night, and I noticed there was some more paranormal activity going on in our apartment. Knocking sounds, screaming voices, feeling like you’re constantly being watched, doors opening, loud, heavy footsteps ect. And constant nightmares. I was burning sage, I was protecting my energy, I was mostly out of my apartment and that kept me sane. But his family scared me, his friends too, I met so many bizarre characters, I was low key scared of this group, because they were a coven of dark witches who used black magick and cursed people, all I knew is that I didn’t want to get on their bad side because they thought that I was one of them. They welcomed me into their family, that was the only family that I had ever known. These people were giving me access to different parts of myself. And he was showing me reflections of myself based off how I treated myself, and I treated myself horribly, I didn’t really know how to truly love myself. I just ate healthy and focused on my passions but deep down I didn't love myself from years of feeling unworthy by my family. These dark people, these dark warlocks and witches were giving me permission slips to love myself more by treating me horribly. I didn’t have enough self-love because I was never given unconditional love. I looked good on the outside but on the inside and my choices were very lower vibrational. This was his band btw, which is fire but obviously dark.

One night, the demons came out again, the same situation where his body would contort and his eyes would turn white, his whole demeanor would change, and he would begin speaking to me as if he wasn’t Wyatt anymore but someone else entirely. I would entertain them and I would speak to them for hours because I found it fascinating. They spoke to me as if they had known me for years. I felt fear but they were so nice to me that it was confusing. They would tell me that I was safe with him, and that they didn’t want to hurt me. Next day I would tell him about it and he said he didn’t remember anything. This went on for years. I noticed certain things would trigger him into these demonic possessions, even watching a horror movie would bring them out. We moved into another apartment, and then another apartment, both of them are haunted, but the next one, very first night we were living there our boxes would move across the room by themselves and we would hear loud footsteps. Mostly the ghosts didn’t bother me, but I was honestly more afraid of the demons attached to him. He was on a demon life mission, and I was/am on an angel life mission. He would get angry at me for the smallest things. I couldn’t even order food without him getting angry.

One night, we were all hanging out at the bar near our house, it was below zero outside and his friend had a car and I asked him if he could drive me home. Wyatt, agreed that it was too cold for me to walk back home so he let his friend drive me back. I didn’t know that his friend had a crush on me until we got in the car I could just tell, but when I got back home, Wyatt was already there somehow he ran very fast, and he looked like he wanted to murder me. He was so jealous fighting with me saying I wanted his friend. His demons came out and I told them that I did not feel safe with him, but then he put on an act that he was safe for me and we went to bed. We began to grow apart, he would go on tour with his band and I would be alone left in the apartment by myself for weeks and months. I would focus heavily on my music and going out because I didn’t want to be alone all the time even though I didn’t mind being alone. When he got back from tour, one night we were sleeping and I was having an insane dream about being on a space craft.

He was sleeping peacefully next to me, but while I was in the dream I saw him in my dream with his brother and we were both on the craft together. I went into a separate room by myself, I saw only humans on the ship, and then I laid down on this table bed, there were tools next to the bed, and after that I woke up in my bed with a loud unexplainable sound, as if something was taking off and I was stuck in sleep paralysis, I felt like my body was floating, and I couldn’t breathe and I was completely terrified. I shook him awake and then he comforted me and he went back to bed but I couldn’t go back to sleep. The next week I couldn’t sleep, I was too terrified, I could handle ghosts, I could handle demons, but I don’t think I could handle abduction the same way. I thought I was going crazy. There were spirits attacking me every night, demons every night and now Aliens are showing up in my reality?

(next part continues)

[supersonic1994]

I paid to get an ink paw print and a piece of fur and when I arrived at the crematorium I checked and they didn’t include it so guess who is in their car sobbing because they just wanted something to remember their pet by

[strawberryjmilk]

closed apparitions ♥︎ wen junhui

synopsis : a game of truth or dare turns sinister as you’re dared to venture though a haunted building and capture evidence of the ghost living there, unaware of the demon beside you.

cw : gender neutral / no pronouns used. demon!junhui. touring an abandoned crematorium. reader calls him junnie ; he calls them angel.

You're snuggled up in an oversized hoodie that belongs to Joshua, hand stuck in the bag of pretzels beside of you as Soonyoung does his dare. Seungkwan and Chan laugh loudly at the poor excuse of a lap dance he's giving an empty chair, the sound echoing around the bonfire. You stiffle your own laugh, hiding it between munches of your chosen snack.

A nudge on your hand has you facing Jun curiously. He's staring at you intensely before he breaks, a smile covering his serious expression as he holds out his hand. Plonking a handful of pretzels into his open palm, the blond leans closer to you as Jeonghan whines loudly about his dare. "Thanks, angel."

He'd called you by the pet-name since you were introduced to each other. You shyly grin back, knocking your foot against his before your attention is taken away. Vernon has his eyes on you, mischief crawling up his face. "Truth or dare Y/N?"

You swallow the pretzel you'd been eating, deciding immediately. "Dare me, Vern."

"Oh, uh—" Vernon didn't think you'd choose dare. Or, he did and just hadn't thought of one yet. He leans over to Seungcheol before Minghao is tapping his arm with a grin. Nodding, Vernon turns his attention back to you. "I— we dare you to go to the old crematorium and tour the whole buidling. If you see something, then that's proof there's a ghost there."

"Not alone," Wonwoo is quick to interject. He sees your worried face and shakes his head at the trio. "Y/N is not going out alone right now. It's dark and dangerous."

Minghao shrugs, "you can bring Jun, then. He hasn't had a turn in a while."

Worriedly, you chew on your lip and look at the blond who sits to your right. He shrugs,  shooting Minghao a glare. "Up to you, angel. Can always say no and take the opt out option."

You look at the trio again. "Just like, a picture of a ghost?"

"Sure," Vernon nods. "Just one little picture of a ghost."

—— ♥︎ ——

You're walking up the street to the abandoned building, breaths coming out in mist before you. You huddle further into the hoodie you're wearing, the fear settling in when you finally approach the crematorium. Jun is beside you, walking casually as he holds the flashlight Seungcheol sent with you.

"Jun," you find yourself speaking up. The blond turns his head to you, eyes bouncing to your frown before he's staring ahead once again. "Is it okay— can I—," you let out a huff. "Is it okay if I hold onto you while we walk around?"

Jun's face brightens as he holds his left arm out to you. "Hold on as long as you'd like, angel. I'll keep us safe."

That's how you find yourself walking up creaking stairs — your right arm bent into Jun's left one, holding his arm close to your body. A shiver overcomes you immedately as you cross the threshold of the entrance. Clutching Jun's arm closer to you brings a small swell of comfort crashing into you.

"Hello ghosts, please be kind to us," you sing out nervously. Jun sends a crooked half-smile your way as he hears the waver in your voice. The both of you walk further into the building, eyes peeled for any sudden movements and ears ready to hear any unknowing noises. "We just want a little picture of you, that's all. We mean no harm, so you shouldn't either."

The blond raises a brow your way, something you're oblivious to as your widened eyes take in as much as you can. Jun bumps his shoulder against yours, his left arm being folded into his side as he brings you closer. "Are you supposed to talk to them? I didn't think you were."

"Well," you're biting your lip again as you look around. His attention is drawn there, eyes hazy and unfocused as he watches you. "It seems rude to just barge in on their space without warning them, right?"

This was why he decided to give you that nickname — angel. It seemed dumb to others, naive maybe, how you acted. But, Jun thought you were so impossibly kind and gentle with everything you did. You didn't touch any of the items in the kitchen, and you let out a small apology when you bumped into any objects. Jun was so fond of you — so intent on always making sure you were safe and taken care of.

A sudden wave of nausea hits you as you enter the next room. You reach out to the nearest wall, keeping a hand there as a dizzy spell hits you next. Jun keeps his eyes on you, only darting to look at the far wall when a sound is heard. You let out a heavy breath, "don't feel good at all right now, Junnie."

"Let's get you out of here, then. " The blond speaks gently, grabbing your arms and tugging you out of the room. When you're in the hallway, the nausea falls quieter and the dizziness goes away completely. You're left with a small headache as you lean against the boy with you, a hum leaving your throat as he rubs the back of your head softly. "There you go, that's it. Feeling better?"

"Yeah," you breathe out. You peel yourself away from him slowly, noticing the amount of concern swirling in his eyes. Jun scowls over your shoulder, back into the room that had made you sick so suddenly. You snort at his glare, a half-hearted smile on your face. "Let's get going?"

Jun looks to you, bending his knees so you were eye-level now. His voice is serious and stern, the jokester you're used to nowhere in sight. "We can go back and say there wasn't anything here, angel. Don't need you feeling bad again. We can opt out and head home."

"M'okay," you whisper back. Bravely, you lean forward so your nose brushes against his, keeping eye contact. "Promise I'm alright, Junnie. We can keep going."

Jun sighs, nodding his head before he stands up straight. Holding out his left hand for you, he speaks again. "Jus' hang onto me, hm? Don't let go of my hand."

You both venture through the crematorium once again, hearing the walls creak and the floor groan. You hold onto Jun's hand tightly, eyes scouring every inch of the building. You make it to the back, nothing to be seen on your trek so far. Letting out a sigh, you nod slowly. "So far so good, right?"

"Yeah," Jun agrees. His eyes hover over your shoulder and he lets go of your hand. A gust of wind brushes against your left arm, crawling up to your neck as you shiver once more. Jun slings his arm across your shoulders, tugging you closer to him nonchalantly. The chill goes away wiht his touch and you feel your body relaxing immediately. "Getting cold, angel? I'll warm you up."

The entrance of the crematorium is in reach now, and nothing else had happened. No nausea ; no dizzy spells ; no sudden chill. Jun keeps you latched to his side, his arm falling from your shoulders and wrapping around your hips instead. You make it out of the building safely, pout on your face at the lack of evidence you'd found.

"Too bad we couldn't get a picture," you say as you step into the street. You can hear your friends' cheers from where you are, the light of the bonfire coloring the sky orange. "Would've been kind of cool, I think."

Jun hums, resting his head on top of yours as you walk. "Told you I'd keep you safe, angel. I'm a man of my word."

You grin, eyes dropping to the ground shyly. You nuzzle your nose into Jun's neck lightly, savoring the warmth that radiates from his body. As you speak up again, you miss the way Jun's eyes flash black as his head turns back to the crematorium.

Of course nothing happened ; the ghosts haunting that building would never disobey their prince, now would they?

—— ♥︎ —— wouldve had this out sooner but i rewatched buzzfeed unsolved episodes for ‘research’ and ofc got distracted. thank you for reading! any feedback is appreciated and as always requests are open ♥︎ strawberryjmilk © 2022 do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform.