As species meet each other, so too do their gods. And as the Galactic Union welcomes Humanity, their gods prepare to meet those of Humanity. But as the gates open, only one figure emerges; a skeleton wearing a robe, sandglass, and scythe.

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The idle chatter in the room dies down as the human’s divinity enters. Many of the younger gods in attendance nervously shift in their seats, and the elders look up with weary acceptance. A chair slides away from the table that all are seated at, turning towards the newcomer.

“My apologies for being late and alone. The others could not come, so they sent me as their emissary. You may call me Death.”

One of the elders stood and bowed, and the rest of the assemblage lowered their heads in respect. “Welcome, Death, to this meeting of divinity. We accept your apology, and ask that you elaborate as we feast. Please, enjoy our gifts.” Here, the table became populated with sumptuous meats and filling drinks. As they dug in, Death did their level best to not touch those nearby, recoiling should contact with another be imminent. Pleasantries were exchanged, food and drink were consumed, and soon idle chatter returned, though somewhat hesitantly.

“You asked me to elaborate on my being the only one to attend, yes?” At this, the elder nodded and all waited with bated breath. “Humans, peacefully may they rest, have had and lost many gods and goddesses over the eons. Yet I have remained, steadfast and unchanging. I have tended to man and god, accepting them all regardless of their origins. Tyrant and child, civilized and wild, man, beast, god… All are equal in my eyes. All are deserving of rest.”

“I am the only one here on request of the current heads of the various pantheons, for they all see me as the only one who can be trusted to meet with you all. The current elders of human faiths are losing power and dying, and I had to make sure they would not leave too early while I was away, hence why I was late.”

“But gods do not die!” Death turned their gaze to a young insectoid god, dressed in the accoutrements of battle. The war god seemed to shrink at Death’s gaze, which was even and emotionless.

“Oh, but gods do die, young one. I have been there as the ancients of old withered from lack of belief and comforted them as they came to grips with their sudden mortality. I watched as icons of blind and zealous rage skyrocketed to power and crashed in a smoking crater of failure, never seeing that their demise was inevitable. I have tended to the aging gods who managed to hold believers amongst the mortals over centuries, the resurrected ones who found new faith after centuries of being without. More importantly, I have seen gods fuse together in order to stay alive, casting aside pieces of themselves which would either thrive or wither at the mortal’s whims.”

“I noticed,” said one of the elders, “that you dare not touch any of us.” Death nodded, and the elder continued. “Am I to understand that your touch is lethal?”

“The humans certainly seem to think so, as do the young ones here. I’d rather not run the risk of proving them right unintentionally, this is supposed to be a friendly meeting after all.”

“Were any of us here to be on the edge of losing all our followers and withering into nothingness, what would you do?” Here, many of the oldest turned their gazes upon Death.

“I would do for you as I have done for others in such a situation. I would be there for you, in your final moments, and ensure that your passing was a peaceful one. And as I am there for you, the humans will be there for your erstwhile followers. They will record the names of gods that are not theirs, in memoriam. In respect. I like to think that they have learned from me as much as I have learned from them.” At this, the elders nodded and smiled, standing and walking away from the table. As all gathered rose and made to say their farewells, the young insectoid war god glared at Death, and in their people’s hearts arose a desire to crush the weak fleshbag humans.

“You will not kill us, weak human emissary. No god can die.”

“It is not the gods who kill each other. It is the worshippers who decide whether or not a god continues to exist.” Here, Death lifted the sandglass into the young war god’s view. It’s surface shifted to bear a likeness of the war god, and the sands within began to flow. “And it seems that your followers are soon to decide your fate. Farewell, and restful sleep to you.”

libelula202

Wow that was awesome!

#holy shit dude #writing #death #Gods

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westafricanbaby

I haven’t cried like this is a long time😢. Nigeria is burning.

Today, 10/20/2020 the Nigerian government sent the military to kill unarmed innocent civilians, a bloody massacre.

Every single drop of innocent Nigerian blood spilled will judge Buhari, Sanwo-Olu and Tinubu. They will never know peace. The blood of the innocent will curse them. They will suffer severely before they die.

westafricanbaby

The government has turned off the lights and removed all the CCTV cameras, they did this before the military surrounded the protesters. They did it intentionally because they didn’t want the world to see their evil deed. Some people were able to go live on instagram, so we could see, but now the government has shut down all signals to the area so there is no service. All Lagos state emergency lines are off. The soldiers are blocking ambulances from going in to rescue those that have been shot and injured.

It is 10pm in Nigeria, these soldiers are still killing civilians.

westafricanbaby

They’ve arrested DjSwitch. She live streamed the whole thing. They’ve arrested her and taken her to an unknown location. The soldiers were instructed to shoot her on sight.

Please pray for her😭.

myoldpseudonym

https://www.nytimes.com/2020/10/20/world/africa/Nigeria-protests-shooting.html

#SHIT #Nigeria #death

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ms-demeanor

Hey you know how I said I was going to make a workbook on the kind of bullshit you need to do when someone you love dies? I actually did that.

HERE IS THE VERSION WITH LOTS OF SWEARING AT THE USELESS, SHITTY SITUATION YOU’RE IN.

HERE IS THE VERSION WITH A FAIR AMOUNT OF BLACK HUMOR BUT NO CURSEWORDS.

Featuring Helpful Sections such as:

Death Certificates – What you need, why you need them, and how to get them
Prepare to spend a long and miserable time on the phone
What the Everloving Fuck is Probate
Some Simple Dos and Don’ts
Shitty Mad Libs – Templates for writing Obituaries and Memorials
How to plan a non-religious death party
So you suddenly have to become some sort of hacker or some shit

This is an eighteen page book that you can print out, download, share, and give away; it is meant to be used to collect information about funeral planning and account management after a death OR you can use it BEFORE you die and give people information so they’re not stuck playing Nancy Fucking Drew while trying to keep seventeen cousins who crawled out of the woodwork from gutting each other in front of the fucking casket as they argue about who’s inheriting grandma’s favorite dentures.

It’s not exactly cheerful and it’s full of things that are probably going to feel really fucking raw if you’re processing a fresh death.

I’m sorry! I love you! Death is shitty! I’m trying to laugh about it a little and I hope you can laugh a little too because otherwise we’re all just going to cry together.

Good luck!

(in memory of my weirdo mother and her weirdo siblings who all died too fucking young and left me holding this flaming bag of dogshit)

saffronhare

This is so radically kind, thank you

ms-demeanor

You’re welcome!

Life is short, kindness is what we’ve got.

When my mom died it wasn’t exactly unexpected but it was still sooner than we all thought it would happen. It was a huge punch in the guts and the thought of making things and not being able to show her and share them with her still hurts but in that first month it was like drowning.

So I made this for her, and shared it with and showed it to other people who are hurting, because my momma didn’t raise a quitter but she sure did raise a softhearted fool who wants everyone to feel a little more loved and a little more worthy and a little less alone.

I love you. Take care. Be kind.

gothiccharmschool

This is important, useful, and so very damn kind.

#grief #death #hopefully I wont need this so soon

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thecollectibles

Art for Evilbook 2 by selected artists: Dmitry Utkin, Taissia Abdoullina, Dominik Mayer, Anton Fort

#inspiration #death #art

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manticoreimaginary

New Zealand’s new water safety mascot is amazing and his instagram is a gift

#omfg #no chill #reaper #death

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annehairball

warandpeas

Dead and Rad

#lmao #death #reaper

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laqueus

deuxarabesques

my absolute favourite poem

#poetry #death

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An Exotic Dancer Demonstrates That Her Underwear Was Too Large To Have Exposed Herself, After Undercover Police Officers Arrested Her In Florida

Dorothy Counts – The First Black Girl To Attend An All-White School In The United States – Being Teased And Taunted By Her White Male Peers At Charlotte’s Harry Harding High School, 1957