#Death and life

[runaway-dreamers]

An opportunity for Wally request has arrived!! Exited-exited!

Since im a tiny bit evil it would be fluff turned angst >:)

How about while Wally and Reader cuddle, Wally asks about our heartbeat, we answer explaining that its a sign of us being alive, as a consequence of that he learns about our mortality

Ty for your consideration 🌹

Hmm, I'm a little awkward here. I do hope you like it! Thank you, Anon!

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Here in deeper conversations, I find myself wishing to be folded into you.

The Everyday Life of Wally Darling

Word count: 1,116

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The sun dipped low in the cloudless sky. Shadows of buildings were slanted across the now empty roads, a deepening orange filled the spaces between. A breeze lifted the weightless blinds filling every corner of the room with the smell of late spring afternoons. The gently lifting and falling curtain cast its own shadow on the two sleeping bodies held close to one another. 

You were laying on your back with Wally's head resting on your chest. Your hand was gently combing through the soft blue waves of his hair. A comforting silence had built around you. Nothing was said as his hand pressed gently against their skin. It gave way, but remained taut against the pressure. What started off as helping a stranger turned into this.

During that time spent caring for each other things were thought of, but never asked. Questions weren't able to pass from their lips. There was a clear wall between the two. A wall that made conversation tough. They would converse about the general, but just as important, well being of one another. They would chat about Wally's new painting. You would ask about the different techniques he used this time around, and he would give them all the information he could offer. The two were close friends. 

There was a mutual understanding expressed in eyes half-looking as they passed by one another. They shared it when they said their goodbyes or see you later. They shared it when talking over morning coffee. A moment's grief made painfully acute by avoidance. They ignored it as much as they possibly could hoping that this was the correct path. 

It must have grown over time nurtured by him admiring you in the morning sun as they gazed into eyes still glittering from sleep. It may have been when you first saw him with his hair down watching the sun rise from the kitchen window. All you really knew was that this little pang of joy grew into a pulsating surge of longing. Without much words spoken the both of you had begun sharing a bed. Wally would go quiet first as he felt the tautness of your skin. His head would always rest on your chest. Your hand always traced along the fine stitches on his body. 

The first time Wally had his head on your chest, he had squeezed you so tight and pressed his ear as close as he could. You said nothing when he did this, but you could feel the racing of your heart. At some point you had slept and woke to him still listening. He never asked. You never offered.  

The growing weight of unspoken words would always become too heavy, and those questions must flow. Wally moved propping himself up on his elbow. His thick blue hair slipped from between your fingers. The movement roused you from your sleep, and you looked at him concerned. 

"Neighbor, I've been meaning to ask," His voice was low as he spoke, "What is this sound in your chest? Is it a crank? A voice box?"

Wally rested his hand on your chest, his fingers curled and his pointer gently tapping to the rhythm of your heart. His eyes held the same sweet look they always did. The same look you'd always seen when he offered you tea or a bite of his apple. His hair hung down to the side with strands caught in the golden hours glow, and you wanted to run your fingers through again. He looked like a dream, a fantasy. 

"That's my heart. It keeps the tempo of my life." 

Wally stopped tapping as you spoke, "Keeps the tempo of your life?"

His confusion was showing. The walls were slipping. The moon had risen and the night spread its deep blue glow. They stared at one another waiting to see what would happen next. Behind the silence tension had sprouted.

"Yes. If it stops, well, it means the show's over." You tried to laugh away the uneasiness hoping the conversation would change quickly. 

Wally laughed montone and robotic, "Hahaha, what show would that be?" 

"The, uh, Y/N show." Your heart sank. 

He was confused, "How would I turn it back on?" 

"You can't. No one can, really. Maybe I'm not explaining it right," You sat up, "My heart is why I'm alive. When it stops beating I'll be.. not alive." 

Wally sat up and stared at you, his eyes never leaving yours. They widened as yours winced. 

"What happens when you're not alive, neighbor?" 

"I imagine it's us returning to the primordial soup, the creation of all things, but I don't know." 

"So when your heart stops, you'll no longer be here?" Wally's voice cracked as he struggled with the weight of what he just learned. The pieces were not clear and didn't fit well together, but from the jagged edges came an idea so startling it caused him to cry. You pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back and kissing the side of his head. Neither of you spoke as Wally clung to you listening once more to your heart.  

"That isn't right now. Right now I'm here with you still living, still with a beating heart. You can hear it whenever you need to. Imagine my heart beats for you, too." You spoke softly, your words barely a whisper in the dark. 

You sat there for a while just holding one another. It felt like new questions were waiting to pour out from the both of you. New conversations waiting to be explored. Things to understand and things meant to cause arguments. Why did it suddenly feel like these things now had an even tighter deadline? Like they might not ever be spoken of. The potential of you and I was a burden threatening to drag us under. 

With Wally's head against your chest and your hand absently rubbing his back, you could let yourself believe an ending was far off. This moment could last forever through the winding night, through the rising sun, and through the cool blue of daytime skies. If this was the anchor in the now uncertain ending then so be it. Assume for a second this is all there is. Being here together for a moment in a lifetime of change and hardship was more than enough.

"If.. You leave. That loss would change me. You'll have gone somewhere I can never go." Wally spoke next, his voice would shake and crack. 

"An eventual inevitability, but not right now. I promise I'll stay right where you can see me for as long as I possibly can." 

"I'll memorize the tempo of your life, Y/N."  

#wally darling #welcome home wally #espresso-musings #wally darling x you #welcome home fandom #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x self insert #wally darling x gn reader #wally welcome home #wally darling x reader #wally my beloved #welcome home x reader #x reader #gn reader #gn y/n #death and life #the everyday life of wally darling #x yn

[nosebleedclub]

Gustav Klimt Death and Life 1910s

#Gustav Klimt #Death and Life #art

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

"I am the dream changing before your eyes. I am my body, a house for blood and breath. I am a man on earth and a god in heaven. While I travel the deserts in frail form, while I grow old and weep and die, I live always as a child inside the body of truth, a blue egg that rocks in the storm but never breaks. I sleep in peace in my mother’s lap, a child mesmerised by sunlight on the river. My soul is swallowed up by God.

Out of chaos came the light.

Out of the will came life."

~ 'The Egyptian Book of the Dead'

[Thanks Ian Sanders]

#Egyptian Book of the Dead #quotes #death and life #Ian Sanders

[othmeralia]

This bookplate never gets old. It's probably our favorite in the collection.

Found in: Traité des embaumemens selon les anciens et les modernes. Avec une description de quelques compositions balsamiques & odorantes ...

#bookplate #spooky #skeleton #halloween #creepy collections #creepy #morte vita #death and life #libraries #libraries of tumblr #tumblrarians #rare books #embalment #funeral #history of science #mummy #othmeralia

[kavk-a]

This Aiko Tanaka fanart was inspired by an art edit by @endocathexis who made collage of three Gustav Klimt paintings: “The Kiss”, “Death and Life” and “Field of Poppies”.

#aiko tanaka #oyasumi punpun #goodnight punpun #inio asano #digital painting #digital fanart #artists on tumblr #manga #gustav klimt #the kiss #death and life #field of poppies

[timetravelsong]

𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝; 𝐢𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐧.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

#aesthetic #writing #poetry #poets corner #poets on tumblr #quotes #art #life #poem #poetscommunity #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #spilled poetry #dead poets society #society #hurt/comfort #mental health #the world ends with you #cruelty #soft heart #in another universe #vain #death and life #poems and quotes #original quote

[accidentalslayer]

Made by: Roberto Ferri

#its always october in my brain #angel of death #deathcore #dark angel #death and life

[animalartist18]

Okay, you know what? I'm just gonna leave this little "comic" right here and not say anything..😑

Just an idea that had popped into my head a few months ago and i didn't even want to post but..🙄 right now i want to post something but my motivation is playing tricks on me again!😡😫

So anyway..i REALLY hope you like it🥺🙏

( i'm not good with character designs, that's why my version of Life is so crappy! 😓 And btw yes, she's a sheep..😏)

#puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots death #wolf death #death wolf #lobo muerte #puss in boots #fanart #art #death puss in boots #comics #death and life #vida #lobo death #siblings

[unplugstar]

#art illustration #art illustrator #vintage illustration #vintage art #vintage aesthetic #art gallery #art details #artists on tumblr #skull #skull art #death art #death and life #death #body art #body sculpture #halloween #creepy art #creepy cute #horror #horror movies #horror art #horror aesthetic #dark aesthetic #dark art #skeletons #bones #spooky #spooky season #painters #body details

[junipernoon]

Death and Life (OC version of the Gustav Klimt painting)

This took forever to draw and its definitely the most amount of people I’ve ever drawn in one illustration.

[Image ID: digital illustration of Gustav Klimt’s Life and Death but with OPs original characters. The lone figure on the left (death) is Enkòzi Longarrow - a tan, dark haired, middle aged woman who is clutching a black iridescent feather in one hand and looking to the right with longing. She is covered by a dark blanket decorated with the night sky - there are stars and medicine wheels in white on dark blue and purple circles. She has one blue eye with two scars running over it and down to the corner of her mouth with a jagged hole were her cheek should be. Some of her teeth are visible through the hole. There is a golden floral halo circling her head.

To the right (life) is a mass of 14 people - all with their eyes closed and holding onto each other.

The background is a mottled gradient with brown on the left and green on the right. End ID.]

#artist on tumblr #artists on tumblr #OC #original character #OC art #gustav klimt #death and life #art #digital art #illustation #klimt #enko #jeb #ella #natt #chet #tommy #emily #millie #amelia #charlotte #daphne #hiram #callum #acacia #agojin #all reblogs mean the world to me

[gorrus]

#skull #skull art #skulduggery pleasant #death and life #death #family game night

[poeticruin]

“there's something a bit poetic about having to live right above the earth we'll rot in. having to walk around like drunk fools who never knew sobriety, with each step bringing us closer to death. one breath, one blink of an eye, one lie twisting around our tongues, one hope burning the insides of our throats every day. it's a tragedy, if you think about it. we have to spend our lives trying to forget the promise of our graves. the promise of every atom carrying our ghosts in their infinity”

— excerpts from a book i'll (never) write

#darcypost #literature and art #quotes #creating #dark academia #art #chaotic academia #literature #mood #vintage community #academia aesthetic #words #literary quotes #death and life #textpost #writing

[mysterious-secret-garden]

Gustav Klimt - Death and Life, 1910-15.

#Gustav Klimt #Death and Life #death #dead

[chuuyaswifeandhoe]

TW: death

And in the end, when you choose to die or death finally chooses you, you're alone. You're thinking about everything that got you to that point and, of course, in accordance with your choice you'll receive the last sentence with a smile or some tears. In accordance with your desire, you'll try to grip life's sleeves to stay in the world for some more moments or you'll look at her, thanking for what was but not wanting to know what will ever be.

But throughout the process, you'll be alone. As alone as you've always been, but lived in snippets and impressions of having a shared experience. They say in life there're only three constants: changes, taxes and death. It is almost peculiar, but there's always one more certainty. When you die, you're alone.

#death #life #death and life #may or not be a paragraph of the next chapter #chuuyaswifeandhoe #Is there any meaning to this thing we call life? #alone with my thoughts #and in the end we are alone #sneak peek

[amanufacturedheaven]

Gustav Klimt

Death and Life, 1910-1915

#academia #studyblr #uni #university student #university studyblr #university #art history student #art history #art #oil painting #painting #Gustav Klimt #death and life #the kiss #art student #art academia #art analysis #studyspo

[keryahoraculi]

©Kereonn , on instagram , @kereonn

Music By And also the trees

In the heart of the magniolias

And i know the true

Like à fly on a wall...

#dark art #black and white #photography #video art #kereonn #magnolia #cemetery #flight #gothic church #darkness #gothic #death and life #death #darkart #somardani #heart #and also the trees #music video #video post #graves #flowers #keryahoraculi #nikon