#//suicide mention

[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

I'd gotten a few requests for anbu era kakashi and gai, and need this specific scene for another comic, so here we go. Kakashi's about 17/18 Gai 18/19 here and not romantically involved/together yet

tw: blood, injury, suicidal thoughts kks has a breakdown p much

[gai snoring][knocking][pounding on door] Gai: Coming! Genma, I swear to-

Gai: Kakashi

[clatter]

Gai: 'Kashi, the blood in your mouth- KKs: NO!! No hospital, it's not my blood! Please, gai- Just go. Don't look at me

Kks: Why-?

Kks: Do you get off to seeing me this pathetic or are you just a fucking idiot! I do everything I can to get you to stay the fuck away from me! So why else-? I don't understand. Why do you even like me?

Kks: I don't know where else to go. I don't wanna end up like my dad, Gai. I'm so scared. What else am i good for Gai: Kakashi. Kks: I just wanna die. I just wanna die. [WAILING]

[There's lots I like about you, rival. How you love romance novels. Your distaste for sweets and fried things, so you always give them to me. Your stubborn competitiveness no matter how ridiculous the challenge is.]

[How fiercely protective you are for your friends and comrades even if they aren't grateful for it.]

[gai snoring]

[gai snoring] Gai: Sushi eating contest later? [kks flinches] Kks: Ok. Gai: Yes! see ya

Kks: See you.

[Because you're kakashi. Not Hound, The legendary copy nin, Prodigy, Genius,

[Or white Fang's son. I've always just seen kakashi]

[push] Hurry it up, I'm hungry. Gai: Trying to make me bite off my tongue, so I cant compete, hah?? Kks: Not at all what I was doing but ok Gai: Well- Let me tell- [And I think kakashi's pretty great]

#kakagai #kakashi hatake #maito gai #anbu kakashi #naruto #my art #//blood #//suicide mention #this is one of the vignettes from coma comic too

[its-dari]

To the Heart of It

Pairing(s): Alternate! Cesar Torres X Gender Neutral! Reader

Summary: You try and tell yourself that you didn't lose the love of your life, you just have to keep believing that... But why is the alternate letting you believe your own lie?

A/N: Down the rabbit hole I go, I guess. I wanted to explore this idea so here, I probably won't be writing for the Mandela Catalogue again tho - I won't be taking requests.

(I also again do not have a blog for this, so I'm just posting it on my main.)

Warning(s): Angst. Mentions of Suicide and Character Death. Obsessive/Possessive Behavior. Body Horror.

When you came to see Cesar, worried about his lack of correspondence, you didn't even consider the alternates as an obstacle. There would be nothing getting in the way of you seeing him. Come hell or high water.

Bursting into the nearly empty house, you called his name over and over in search. Close to sobbing at the stabbing of anxiety every second you went on without knowing of he was okay.

Cesar's voice was low when it called to you, quiet as your name came from the end of the dark hallway.

You sprinted towards him without hesitation, arms swinging ariund his body. Enough to make him stumble and grunt in surprise.

Sobbing into his neck, you whisper, "I'm so happy..."

He was motionless before he cradled you in his arms.

You knew then that he wasn't Cesar.

Not quite anyway.

His voice would distort and shake between his sweet nothings.

His form, while sharing his face, was different depending on the day.

He'd come back smelling like blood.

But he always came back, always spent his time with you. Reciprocating your affections and "sleeping" in your arms, taking the time to run out to get supplies and make sure the house was stocked.

His laugh was the same, his voice was still gentle as it spoke to you.

He cradled you in his arms like you two were the only people in the world.

He still wasn't your Cesar Torres.

Just a monster wearing his skin.

It was nice to pretend.

But one winter night, tucked in the chest of the thing you knew killed the man you loved...

"I know you're not actually him." You whisper, staring at the swirling darkness at the edges of the room.

Still sleepy, even as the being behind you twitched.

"What do you mean?"

He almost sounded... Nervous.

"I know you're an alternate... I've known this whole time, the minute I heard you speak." You were so tired "... Why did you play along? Let me pretend?"

There was silence, oppressive and heavy. Lanky arms, that were much too powerful, curled tighter around your body.

In the whole of your heart, you couldn't call him an it.

His voice was fragmented, others interspersed between his soft tones.

"I was curious."

"Knew humans do a lot for their loved ones."

"Wanted to see why he loved you so much."

"Wanted to experience what it was like to be loved."

There was an extended silence and the whispers quieted.

"Cesar's" voice came, lips pressed to your ear. His voice was quiet, "Do you still love me?"

You peer into the shadows, your eyes welling with tears. Feeling very alone at the prospect of being left, arms like a vice around you. But he's still here.

He hasn't let go.

You would not cave to dying at your own hands.

Not when you seeked out the answer.

He knew that.

You turn.

His eyes were black as the void, dark and deep.

Your fingers curled around his cheek.

"Are you going to leave if I tell you that I do?" Your voice shook, fingers sweeping through his dark hair.

He shut his eyes, seemingly enjoying the feeling. Sighing quietly, though he is not breathing anymore. As there was no need to do it for show now thst you knew.

"No." His lashes were as dark and pretty as his hair having used photos to make sure he was close as he could be. "I don't think I can anymore."

Lips still soft as he kissed you, murmuring against your mouth. "You're mine now dearest lamb... I won't let you be taken by anything else. Other humans... My own kind... No one, not even yourself."

You whimpered against his lips but it's stamped out as he kissed you deeper, pressing you into the mattress.

"You've given... me a taste of love, made me... burn for you." He said in reverence, voice stalling occasionally "... I love you the way he did."

His face twisted a bit above you, stretching the features of the man you adored into frightening proportions. Smile stretched wide across his face.

"Will you still call me Cesar, dearest?... Can you still love me knowing I am not him?"

You peer at him.

Unafraid.

Just seeing this bastardized version of him should have broken you.

Should have driven you MAD, finally ready to run instead into the arms of death to see an afterlife with the real Cesar.

In the end, you fell in love with this creature.

All because he donned your boyfriend's face.

Cesar, the real one, might curse your name until you died and went to hell. For falling for the creature that killed him and wore his skin.

But as you lived and breathed, it was still love.

Your hands wound around his neck and you kissed his grotesque features, peppering his face.

He sunk into your affections like a cat.

You only smile.

"Do you have another name? Or will just petnames suffice?"

His cold, thin fingers stroke away your tears while his face morphed back into familiar territory.

"... Keep calling me Cesar until we'll pick a new name together."

You hummed, gently drawing him back under the covers. Body curling comfortingly around you.

Protective.

Solid.

... In the end, you still get to be with the man you loved more than anything so you were happy.

And now... So was he.

#mandela catalouge cesar #mandela catalogue #mandela catalouge x reader #cesar torres #tmc cesar #cesar torres x reader #gender neutral reader #angst #//suicide mention #//character death #//obsessive behavior #yandere alternate #alternate cesar #reader insert #tmc x reader #alternate cesar x reader #alt cesar #alt cesar x reader #x reader #x reader insert

[zebedeezing]

The fact that the fact that Murdoc has Latin American heritage of some kind but it’s like estranged from him since he’s got no connection to his mothers side and he’s born and raised in stoke. And the fact that there’s two versions of Latin Simone in english and spanish and 2D sings the english version. And if you mashup both versions it’s like a conversation between a depressed 2D and a confused and concerned spanish guy, which makes it seem like neither understand what the other is trying to say because of the language barrier. Or even Ibrahim Ferrer is trying to talk 2D down. And the fact that Murdoc would never (at least back in phase 1) be that explicitly nice or supportive of 2D during his pill addiction struggle. But this is Ferrer singing these lyrics so it’s separate from Murdoc’s thoughts /surely./ but but the fact that there’s that disconnect for Murdoc between the emotional side he’s long since buried, that resembles the disconnect to his own background as a mixed British citizen. I uhhh erm uh and

#please tell me I’m not crazy mane #Gorillaz #murdoc niccals #2d gorillaz #stuart pot #Latin simone #// drug mention #// addiction mention #//suicide mention #not meant to be a 2doc post just generally talking about Murdoc because im in thinkiing #// repetition

[survivors-redux]

Ok I know this blog isn’t super active- but I got this random memory of Sunshine the other day. In the hypothetical redux… she doesn’t stay a wild dog right?? Or she gets a breed change perhaps?

I have dogs a similar breed to her and they need (NEED) to be brushed at least weekly. At least and that’s pushing it. And the idea of a dog similar to them being out just… living as a wild dog bothers me a tad. Her coat! The matting I couldn’t imagine.

I was pleasantly surprised to find this in my inbox! Don't be afraid to send in asks, I mostly don't know what the end-state of arc one should be so it can pick up from arc two and that's the paralyzing factor.

As for Sunshine, you are absolutely correct about her coat. It's even weirdly highlighted in this passage from Book Five The Endless Lake:

I couldn't find much of a long-term narrative use for her, so she'll probably be shipped off the plot somehow during the Homeward-Bound-esque first leg of the story. She'll have her utility in that she's the only dog who can understand TV and she likes being helpful to the others like in Survivors Proper, but her narrative usefulness quickly drops as soon as the pets integrate with the Wolfdog's pack.

So here's the options I got for how to deal with her. Content warning for backstabbing and suicide below the cut, reader discretion is advised. If you're unable to read further, know one of the options for her is one where she ends up happy and healthy.

Leaning into the more adult side of YA, dogs believe that they should serve the purpose humanity bred them to fulfill. Sunshine, being bred to sit and look pretty, is much more of a load on the party, unable to hunt or scavenge well. Her one utility might bring them out of a scrape or two, but as her fur grows longer and gets dirty and matted, she runs the risk of getting infections in her skin and succumbing to a slow death.

If we want to give some of our protagonists some unsavory qualities, they can discuss (potentially with Sunshine present) that she's a burden on the party and needs to be gotten rid of for the survival everyone else, though other dogs can argue on her side that she's their friend and they can't just let her die.

Here are her options:

One of the dogs arguing against her kills her on the spot. Or kills her some other time. Could even just be an attempt on her life that the other dogs thwart, and now they have to deal with wounds inflicted from infighting that could get infected.

Sunshine's special item is the leash her old lady gave her walks on. If you know that one discussion at the beginning of Isle of Dogs... She still has her collar on...

Alternatively, if they last long enough to get out of the evacuation zone, Sunshine could be left with a lonely human who desires animal companionship. The human cleans her up, trims her up, and makes her feel personally fulfilled being a sweet little lap dog.

If anyone has alternative options for her narrative path, I'd love to hear it. I'd even like to hear others' thoughts on these options. Whatever fits best.

#tw suicide #cw suicide #//suicide mention #dont worry it aint me #its the character #i hope this doesnt get misinterpreted in a wrong way #because im pretty sure sunshine is based of tui t sutherland— #yes wings of fire sutherland #—her dog sunshine #the one she named sunny the sandwing after #the one in her old author pic #gotta wonder if the other members of the pet pack are based off staff dogs #nothing i can find states one way or another #the only reason i puzzled this together is because of the wings of fire interview where she mentioned sunshine #sunshine sutherland is probably the bestest best girl #sunshine survivors is an entirely separate entity tho #and i will analyze her as a mechanic of the story

[vampiric-plays-games]

2019 Eef needed all the hugs. (And did not want to be reminded of the backflip ;p)

Disclaimer below cut - please do not remove.

Disclaimer and important info: Self-defeating humor can be harmful; avoid using it to help better your outlook on life.

#crankgameplays #ethan nestor #markiplier #mark fischbach #futurama #futurama meme #markiplier makes #ask to tag #//self defeating humor #//suicide mention #lets players #i felt a little weird about this one :/

[myththefangirl]

*tw before going further, there are mentions of suicide so... Yeah do as you wish with that bit of information.*

THERES AN END CREDITS SCENE IN THE SIMPSONS MOVIE

Alright just go to 1:18:10 or wait out like 2 minutes if credits and you'll find this... Lovely is a strong word, but you'll find this scene

Smithers: They've... Taken everything, sir.

Burns: *sigh* Smithers I... Don't believe in suicide but I'd you'd like to try it, it would cheer me up to watch.

I've watched this movie hundreds of times but I've never caught this, is it new? Like in WandaVision when they added a scene at the end a while after the show was over, you know? Anyway, this was definitely not what I expected but atleast Smithers got a line in the movie, and his face in the last frame also gets me though lmao

Just might make it my pfp at some point

#the simpsons #the Simpsons movie #simpsons end scene #tw suicide mention #//suicide mention #tw #trigger warning I suppose?

[lastoneout]

Ya know when people told me "when you're finally safe enough that you can leave survival mode and start to let go of and process your c-ptsd/trauma things are probably going to get really, really bad before they slowly start to get better" I thought that was reasonable. I did not understand that by "things are going to get bad" they meant "you're going to find yourself in the worst mental state of your entire life, but dw, that means it's working" and tbh I simply wish someone had been more clear.

Edit: If everyone could please take a minute and think about what it must feel like to be struggling and then have multiple strangers say to your face that they find the prospect of going through what you're going through so horrifying that they'd rather kill themselves and then stop leaving comments like that I would greatly appreciate it.

#hply fuck y'all I haven't felt like this?? ever??? #tryinf to be gentle with myself #but I truly feel like I'm made of glass #personal #negative #vent #cw suicide mention #ask to tag

[patroclusdefencesquad]

no one does it like him any more

#doctor who #tw suicide mention

[cutecipher]

Remembering when i called the suicide hotline and they insisted on misgendering me so i was choking out through sobs that i was a woman and she wouldnt stop so i just had to hang up

#suicide mention #transmisogyny

[dyggot]

got scared of notes, sorry. might make rebloggable again someday

#suicide mention

[turing-tested]

doing research on people's preferred formats for how restaurants have their menus displayed online and i'm including responses to the post to send to my boss but um. i don't think i can include this specific response

#suicide mention

[ooppo]

Medieval authors were so fucking funny. In "The Faerie Queene" this guy comes up to the main hero and is like "Don't go over to that cave, there's a guy inside that makes people kill themselves." And the hero is like "Bet." and goes into the cave. Then the old man (literally called Despair) is like "If you die, you can't commit sin." and can you guess what happened.

#suicide mention

[dramatiique]

tw: self-harm.

In the aftermath of his mother’s suicide, JD tried to find effective ways to cope with it. His father provided little help because he pretended that nothing happened. This meant that JD didn’t receive any kind of professional help and had to turn to other means. He thought that time might heal his pain and was frustrated when it didn’t. So, taking matters into his own hands, between the ages of thirteen and fourteen, he started to harm himself.

He would take his father’s razor blades and make small cuts along his biceps because he knew it would be easier to hide. There was something soothing and cathartic about replacing unbearable emotional pain with physical pain. He could trick his mind into thinking that he was releasing some of that internal suffering and emotional turmoil through those cuts. That he would finally get over his mother’s death if he just kept at it.

Of course, that wasn’t the case. At the age of fifteen, he started to smoke after stealing a cigarette from one of his dad’s packs. He was curious and wanted to know if it would help his anxiety. When he was found out, he wasn’t punished. Instead, his dad enabled his new addiction by buying extra packs. From Bud’s perspective, he saw it as his boy becoming a man and used it as a way to bond with him.

The cutting stopped during this time because the nicotine felt like enough. However, one night he accidentally dropped a lit cigarette on to his leg. The pain he felt from it reminded him of what it was like to cut. He realized he missed that temporary “relief” and so began to burn himself with cigarettes in places that wouldn’t be seen, mainly his arms. At first, the deep burst of pain was good, but the aftercare to ensure that the burns didn’t become infected was too much to handle. The thought of a teacher seeing his scars scared him; he didn’t want to be put on in a psyche ward or forced into therapy. He stopped after this epiphany.

Nobody ever realized what he was doing because he would cover the scars well with hoodies, long sleeves, and jackets. However, the trench coat that he later wears wasn’t chosen for this reason - it's just his style.

At the age of sixteen, he rediscovered Slurpees. As a child, he had a fondness for them, but his mother didn’t let him have them much because of the sugar. They were only ever given as a treat when they went to the movies. Back then, he associated Slurpees (or just slushies in general) with his mother and the time they spent together. As a teenager, he discovers the concept of “brain-freeze” and the numbing pain that can be felt when a Slurpee is consumed too fast — pain that doesn’t leave a mess or a scar. The ultimate form of self-harm. The song “Freeze Your Brain” describes his mindset perfectly and even refers to how much better this form of self-harm is compared to cutting:

“When the voice in your head says you’re better off dead don’t open a vein - just freeze your brain.”

From then on, this becomes JD’s method and he can’t imagine going back to his old ways. His scars are faded now, but still visible if someone were to look hard enough. He isn’t ashamed of them and won’t go out of his way to hide them. It was something he did in his past and he doesn’t regret it.

#&; ( jd headcanon ) #//self harm #//suicide mention

[qveenofthefullmoon]

So a former friend of mine who lives in Hungary was a 'death's rights activist' and would always say, "Oh, this year is my last year" or "I will die before my 30th birthday" (she's 34) and would talk about her 'exit party' for yeearrrrrsss. I broke the friendship around 2011/2012 because she was a very toxic person and would get mad when someone would try to talk her out of her suicidal ways. Well, it turns out she might have actually done it. Another friend looked at her profile and her 'death day' was 9/17. And she hasn't posted since 9/17 which was very unlike her. Anyway, Lilla, if you're gone, RIP. I hope you find the happiness that you could not find on Earth.

#anna talks #personal #//suicide mention

[clownbugg-ie]

realized halfway thru my animation final that i set it to the wrong fps and now i have to retime everything

#IT'S FINE IT'S FINE IT'S WHATEVER IT'S FINE #i have all the hard shit done i just have to move things around the timeline so it syncs properly #which is gonna suck but it's whatever i have till Saturday to finish this #did learn how to use shape hints today tho so i take this as an absolute win #mine #//suicide mention

[goofbcll]

❛ do you want to tell me about it? ❜

For a brief moment, Hunk is silent.

"Yes." Hunk strengthens up from his cot to look at Shiro, who is next to him. There wasn't really anyone he could talk to about his feelings . He hardly trusts the other prentmas.

"The same thing repeats in my head. That day. The screaming, the silence. I hear Lance's screams over and over. I guess this is punishment for going with everyone to see the blue lion for the first time and not saving the universe. There are times where I should have stopped him."

He never expressed that to anyone and quite frankly, he held that in even before this all happened.

But he didn't blame Lance. Nor anyone else. It just happened.

"I don't remember his face or Keith's. Or my families. It's starting to fade. It's just the screaming. It keeps me up at night. You guys are all I have left and its you guys are the only ones keeping me alive and somewhat sane... Otherwise, I would have---"

He sighs.

"I just want to be with my family...In the stars... But then I would be leaving you all behind and I can't do that to any of you."

@skyguarded

#i got carried away #dont ask why theyre in bed together #ic #skyguarded #//suicide mention #prentma au