#tw descriptions of death

[slowtides]

A small break from my hiatus to reflect on today, the anniversary of my mother's death, an anniversary that I know in the future I will share with people half a world away (living right beside me in my heart and breath). I think about this grief that has never left me, this shadow that is sometimes long and sometimes short, this weight that moves between my heart, my shoulders, my eyes, my hands.

This grief is a being that I have been able to hold and create space for in my life--I have been able to process my mother's death and think deeply on what it means. I have been able to miss her and imagine a world without her. It feels strange to know this is a gift, but I have long known it to be true that the way I carry my grief is perhaps not a luxury but is an easement that not every person receives.

Having known death, having seen someone die before my eyes, having felt the warmth of my mother's hands fade beneath my touch, having smelled the sourness of her body, having sifted through the ashes of her flesh with my fingers before tossing them back to the earth, changes my attitude toward the dehumanization of the dead. I cannot wish the loss of a loved one on anyone, and I find it difficult to stomach those who minimize that loss or justify it because of ideology or make it somehow abstract without name.

There is nothing abstract to me about death. When my mother died, some of the first people to reach out to me were E, M, and C, my Palestinian friends from school who are most dear to me. They wrote me a letter and sent me gifts in the absence of their presence: a scarf with blue and white flowers, a candle, and Ocean Vuong's book. These are friends I have held and who have held me, whom I think of with every moment and every breath. And I think of my dear friend A, whose friend is still missing, who was the first to tell me, may my mother's memory be a blessing. Every time I think of my mother, I think of my friends who love me, my friends whom I love. Every thought is a prayer. The day after my mother's death, H told me that although he did not know my mother, he knew her love through the love I hold for him, and she knew his through the love he holds for me, that we are points of connection where our love transforms us to our beloveds. In this way, to be loved is a responsibility we share so that our love might transmit understanding and compassion to another.

I don't reflect in this way to center myself or navel gaze toward my own grief. I reflect as a means of remembrance for my mother whose compassion guides my own, whose sense of justice guides my own, whose death reminds me of the ways our world forsakes us and our friends stand beside us. I would speak to my friends a half a world away and tell them from my heart that I am with them every moment, that grief without hope feels like despair, and that grief with hope feels like courage.

#tw descriptions of death #tw death of a parent

[viro-lil-goat]

I really hope this reaches more people, I'm only reposting this information from Instagram, the least that I can do. (Update: I changed their upbringing as it appears to have been listed wrong) Wiki page

When I just saw this information I couldn't stop crying thinking about it, and now my heart aches. They were the same age as me, I know for a fact like any other teen they dreamt of their future, who they would want to become, what to achieve, create, wondering if they meet those in the future they can call friends, wondeting if it'll get better when they grow up, maybe wished to leave that terrible place or maybe wanted to stay. How could anyone let this happen, why were they discharged from hospital so easily? And the school, we all know why. I hate to think about how, even with all the progress made, these things still happen.

"murdered schoolgirl Brianna Ghey on February 16, 2023. Candlelit vigils are being held across the UK this week for Brianna Ghey, 16, who was stabbed at Linear Park in Culcheth, Cheshire last Saturday. Brianna was a transgender girl and police are now investigating her killing as a hate crime. A boy and girl, both 15, have been charged with her murder"

An article that explains trans hate crime murders as on 2023

I hate everyone who have ever committed such vile hate crimes, I wish them in prison and hell. But i would never go down to their level. But I also blame the government, the school, and even those bigoted online accounts that teach their followers hate. In this case LibsOfTikTok, who targeted the teacher of this school, who supports lgbtq+, so they had to leave their position. It must have been the push for this to happen. I think their tiktok account has been thankfully deleten. But i have no idea about Twitter or any other. Please check and mass report them if it still exists. (Link to Instagram reel that this information is from)

ADDITION, PLEASE MASS REPORT THESE ACCOUNTS

#tw description of violence #tw death #lgbtqia #trans #trans kids #trans news #lgbtq community #lgbtq #lgbtq news #information #boost #Nex Benedict #please share #transgender #lgbtq+ #lgbtqiia+ #rest in piece #tw hate crime

[caxycreations]

Liminal Death

CW: Death, depiction of death, depiction of resurrection, graphic resurrection, bodily functions

It wasn't like he had expected, the first time he died. He had expected to be welcomed into one of the Divine Domains, to be judged by Gaius and sorted to his eternal home.

Instead, he found himself outside of it all, floating, witnessing the spin and flow of the worlds. There was no God waiting to greet him, and yet he felt the comfort of it. The embrace of the emptiness between realities.

With comfort weighing on him, he felt as if he could sleep. For minutes, or forever, he cared not. He was dead, what did he need to worry about? With a glance above, he saw it, the realm of Gaius, high above the realm below, shining like a beacon of power, of life. But he knew he could not reach it. He could not move. That was okay.

He wasn't cold, like the movies had portrayed it. He had been, as he lay there in the alleyway bleeding out. But now, in the strange bath of colors and energies flowing between the world of life and the worlds of the afterlife, he felt warm, soothed. He felt happy.

He no longer felt the weight of his body, the stress of college or payments, the anxieties over what he was. He was simply Cyrus. And that was good enough for him. He finally let his eyes, or what served as his eyes, close. Vision left him, and he saw no more. Yet he felt more than he ever had, once his vision darkened. He could feel the gentle pull of the universe, guiding him in cosmic drift with the rotation of the realities around him.

He smiled, or felt like he did, and he could sense the energies of every living thing in the realm below, and the peace radiating from the realms above and around him. For the first time since his birth, he felt truly comfortable, in the deepest sense. The physical comforts of Relan had been nothing compared to the potent and enveloping comforts that blanketed his soul on all sides. Warm and cold, light and dark, color and void, pleasure and calm, crashing against him in gentle waves, the colors of reality licking at his soul like flames to the air.

He was about to drift off when he felt a sudden, unpleasant throb. He allowed his vision to return, greeted once again by the beauty of the world between worlds. Looking down, he saw the source of the throb. A heart had formed where his chest would be, and it beat once again. With this second beat, this second pulse, he watched veins grow from the heart, spreading slowly like vines of blood.

The heart beat again, and he watched as nerves began forming alongside the veins. Another beat, and muscles grew outward from the heart. It beat faster with each new pulse, more and more of his body restoring as it did. Bone, blood, vein, nerve, muscle, sinew, marrow, flesh. Beat after beat, physical sensation was forced upon him. The sudden, infinite cold of the void he inhabited, the agonizing pain of an airless reality. He was about to scream, if he even could, when his heart beat one final time.

He awoke, coughing, choking, lungs burning. He was in the alleyway. His joints ached, his fingers cracking with every movement. He turned over, looking at the ground and vomiting. Tears pooled at his eyes, and he sobbed, digging his fingers in against the concrete below him. His sobs turned to cries of pain, misery, of anguish. He felt his organs in painful detail, the slosh of his stomach acid, the blood pumping with great effort in his veins, his new heart working as hard as it could to reinvigorate his body.

His head pounded, a deep and unforgiving ache as he was bombarded with his senses. The sound of footsteps as people ran over to the source of the noise, the feeling of liquid against his hands, the fabric of his shirt and pants, the now-cold liquid staining the crotch and the foul stench that had filled the air from his death. The sight of color and concrete, burning into eyes that did not wish to see.

He could taste his own tongue, fleshy and slick, and altogether unpleasant after voiding his stomach. Even his skin itself, every cell burning, revving up to life once again. He had died, he had been dead, he had been as free as anything or anyone could possibly be. And now he was back, living, crying in a pool of his messes in an alleyway, hearing the worried and panicked questions from those who had gathered, his head throbbing more with each new word.

He couldn't tell what was being said, only that more noise was invading what had been peaceful before he had taken his first breath. He lashed out, swinging in anger, in fear, in pain. His hand collided with something and he heard someone drop, only for him to suddenly be held down by others. He could see them, several people working to keep him down while another tended to his victim.

Why were they here? Who were they? What did they want? With his mind racing, head pounding, entire body feeling as if he were manually controlling every individual cell with agonizing effort, he felt himself slip. Consciousness ripped away, and with the shock of overwhelming sensation, he fell.

That sleep was the most painful sleep he had ever had.

Looking back at every death since then, it never had gotten any easier.

#writeblr #relan #literature #fiction #furry #modern fantasy #anthro #anthropomorphic #writing #tw descriptions of death #death #depictions of death #graphic bodily functions

[catzgam3rz]

everything you need is within you

you are stronger than you know

you are the daylight

you are the night

the darkness you fight is within you

the light you seek is within you

you are not alone

Good Game, Mr. Blade

#my art #mcyt #dsmp #dream smp #technoblade #technoblade fanart #tw death #tw cancer #just for the event the photo is fine #good game Mr.Blade. You were my main intro to the new mcyt fandom and changed my life forever. thank you :) #somehow techno brings out the full photo artist in me #the minecraft end poem was used in the photo and description #link is to the Sarcoma Foundation of America's donation page #have a nice night ya'll I love you sm #take care of yourselfs y'hear?

[uncanny-tranny]

You know, I don't necessarily buy into the idea of "you die twice; once when your heart stops beating, and the second when you are forgotten" because I don't think we're truly forgotten.

Throughout history, we've found proof of people existing, well after their death, well after they've been forgotten by their community and time. Even if we do not have names for these people, we know they were alive. We touch their bones, and we internalize their lives. We learn how they lived through the stories we interpret from their bones, and then we tell others about them. They haven't been forgotten, and it's not unlikely that you won't be forgotten.

Why is it that we only "count" if we are immortalized in the history books, if we scar time to the point nothing would be the same if we were forgotten?

And, anyway, look at this cat, who died so long ago, but whose memory is still remembered:

#positivity #described images #image description in alt #death tw #this was partially to show off buffins because he's adorable <3 #i always get so emotional looking at these old photos of animals just knowing they are physically not here anymore #but i am so grateful to have known they were physically alive once #and the same is said for humans #i cannot believe that we die ever in a permanent and true and final way #and maybe that is 'too hopeful' but i don't care🩷💛 #we cannot predict the future and that includes if we will be forgotten. we never know

[sporeclan]

[Next >]

Here's a little prologue! Hope you enjoy the backstory of this clan! I'm pretty proud of it, honestly.

Because there's a pretty low contrast on the text in some of these panels, I've written them down under the cut for anyone who's struggling to read it! I've also added some image descriptions to the images themselves :]

Moon ??

A new fungus starts growing in the clan's territories.

Soon, the Star-reach Tree succumbs to the fungus.

It spreads fast and eats most things.

Within moons, trees start falling.

The clans' connection to StarClan has been severed

Desperate for resources and lost without guidance, the clans are driven to war.

The loss of trees means loss of food and shelter for prey...

As a result, most prey evacuate the area, leaving the clans to starve.

...

War ravages the already weakened clans.

Only few cats remain when the dust settles...

And fewer stay for long.

The clans are no more.

A single cat rallies a small group of former enemies together.

Crowwhistle

has a vivid dream

SporeClan has been founded!

Moon 0

First moon of New-Leaf

#clangen #clan generator #warriors #warrior cats #sporeclan #ive put descriptions and text in the image ids for this one because admittedly some of the panels are low contrast #but i unfortunately cant guarantee ill be able to do that for all the moons :( ill try my best tho #sc moons #sc lore #tw war mention #tw blood #tw injury #tw death #lmk if im missing something! #sc:crowstar

[youredreamingofroo]

Fanged Temptress

Special

" The last adventurer who laid their hands on this card was very unfortunate and unskilled... Losing most of their health and eventually losing the card itself... She was displeased with their novice-ness... But something about you... Yes... You possess an aura... I think the Temptress will like you. "

Simblr Trading Cards by @buttertrait and @squea !! I love looking at others' cards... Thank you both for making this template!!

⬇ An in-depth look into Nirvana's card stats below the cut ⬇

On picking up :

" Your spine aches, your face becomes flush and your fingers tingle. You're on edge, but gain a new sensation... A new lust for others and their blood. " Passive - Temporary HP loss + RAGE!! Buff : Upon picking up the Fanged Temptress, you lose -15 HP temporarily, and gain RAGE* for 30 minutes. *RAGE!! : You're perturbed by something... you don't know what- but it makes you angry!! It's time to kill. +25%-45% Damage Buff for 30 minutes

In bag/inventory :

" Unbeknownst to you, this card has been draining you of your health points with every hour that you've traveled together [with the card]. On the bright side, it seems willing to help you persuade the being that you converse with. " Passive - HP loss : The Fanged Temptress will occasionally drain anywhere from 0.1% to 1% of your health - This can occur up to 5 times on occasion, and will not happen again for a long while. -0.1%-1% HP Loss up to 5 times at a time Outside-of-Battle usage - Persuasion buff : Using the Fanged Temptress in conversation will sway the other party into agreeing with you, whether it be an argument or a flirt. (Not guaranteed to work for bigger/smarter enemies/NPCs) +100% success rate in decisions ( +60-90% for larger/smarter enemies/NPCs )

In battle :

" The Fanged Temptress is a well-known legend, She's dangerous and alluring, it's time to put this card to the test and see if it holds up to the legend herself. " Passive - Attack buff : Nirvana Lucia herself grants you a spiteful kiss and a slap on your cheek for every turn. +5% Damage done to enemies ( Plus an extra 5% if the enemy is a hunter of any kind [Monster, Animal, etc] ) In-Battle use - Defensive move : The Fanged Temptress is infamously known for her alluring words and enchanting eyes, perhaps seduc- *ahem* perhaps persuading the enemies will get them to deal a little less damage to your fragile body. -15% Damage dealt to the opposing party ( Plus an extra 10% if the enemy is a hunter of any kind ) In-Battle use - Attack move : The Will of Nirvana Lucia courses through your veins, a little nip on the arm could be enough to send an enemy to the nearest Hospital- or better yet, their grave. +25% Damage done to enemies ( Plus an extra 10% if the enemy is a hunter of any kind )

On death :

" You collapse to your knees, your life flashes before your eyes, with the earliest memories first to newest memories last... but wait! You're pulled away from the light and back to reality. You scrounge for your Special Limited Edition "The Fanged Temptress" card but... it's nowhere to be found... " Special - Resurrect 1 : Upon taking Grim's hand, you realize this is a gamble- Let go and face life once more- Or continue on and meet the sweet embrace of death's bed. You'll be prompted to choose Life or Death when you die... Special - Resurrect 2 - Temporary total HP loss : When you chose Life, the Fanged Temptress was displeased that you couldn't hold your own in a fight, crawling to her for life. She deems a worthy punishment for your mockable strength. You lose 25% of your Total HP for 30 minutes [ Cannot Heal above 75% total HP for that 30 minute time period - Stackable debuff ] Special - Resurrect 3 - Card loss : When you chose Death, the Fanged Temptress couldn't help but scowl at your weakness, She'd had sucked enough life out of you for you to finally become feeble enough for death, pathetic. 50/50 Chance to lose " Fanged Temptress " card on Resurrection

#tw : blood #tw : death description #< only at the very end btw 👍👍 #😮‍💨😮‍💨 this took FOREVER!! #I'm sure theres other stats i could've added #but euuurhhmmmm its 9am and i havent slept !! #so yea no more writing for me for the time being #i trieddd to make this balanced (for no reason ofc 💀😭) but its hard cuz Nirvana as a character is just “OP” #But in reality I know the card wouldn't be super OP- or maybe it would idk- #also wanted to do a new pose but I could nawttt be arsed #simblrtradingcards #Nirvana #Nirvana* #the sims 4 #ts4 render #ts4 edit #ts4 #simblr

[michaeliad]

leo tolstoy, “the lion and the dog” // supernatural, midam

#midam #adam milligan #supernatural #michael spn #some theories say that the reason the lion didn’t eat the dog is because the lion was lonely and got attached to the dog #which i think is a good description of michael and adam’s relationship #tw animal death

[captainhysunstuff]

Light made L some chocolate, but L’s not dumb enough to eat it right away.  ...So, he makes Aiber taste test it to Light’s annoyance.

Script below the cut:

L on the left holding a bag of chocolates.  Light on the right smiling and wiping his forehead.

Light:  Happy Valentine’s Day!  I made you chocolate!

L:  Oh.  Thank you, Light.

Light:  It was harder than I thought would be, but I think they came out all right!

L:  Here Aiber.  Take one.

Aiber:  *comes in on the left and takes a heart-shaped chocolate from the bag* Thanks, boss!  *eats one*

Light:  ?!

L:  *walks off to the left* If Aiber dies in the next 24 hours, Light is Kira.

Aiber:  *scared*

Light:  *enraged* Hey!  I’m not Kira!!

Aiber:  *fearfully looks at Light, thinking* Oh, boy... It’s the Lindy experiment all over again.  *gulps*

Light:  *addresses Aiber* Don’t look at me like that.  I DIDN’T poison them!

*Aiber is referring to the Lind L. Taylor broadcast.

#drawn by me #my fancomic #my fanart #Death Note #Valentine's Day #lawlight #L #Light Yagami #Aiber #Thierry Morello #tw: food issues #humor #suspected murder attempt #I intend to make a part 2 but I wanted to get this one out on the actual holiday~ #wrote out the script since I couldn't add descriptions to the images for some reason. did they take away that feature? #the idea of L being suspicious of Light poisoning his food isn't original but whatever #the series is 20 years old. what HASN'T been done right? *shrug*

[deadrayg2mf]

Wed to the Lich (Arranged Monster Mates #8) by Layla Fae

Okay, I went into this knowing this was not the first book in the series but it didn't seem that the series may be required to be read in order as it is a collab series between Layla Fae, Eden Ember, and Cara Wylde and it wasn't recommended to be read in order - however, now having finished this I realize I may need to start from book 1 to assuage some issues I had regarding world building info. Also... that lich is just so hot... I needed to know more about him when he was what drew me to this. Which brings me to the covers!! The entire series has amazing cover art, it ranks right up there with SJ Sander's cover art that I love.

This is currently a series of 16 novellas between the above-mentioned authors, Wed to the Lich being dead in the middle at #8. It was a total of 208 pages and I read it within a quick day at work. It was a simple story which does involve triggers involving anorexia nervosa, past abuse, and animal death.

Basically, this is a world in which an event called The Shift has occurred, and from what was explained in this book alone it sounds like that was basically the... dimensional overlap of the human world and monster world where parts of the monster world ended up being transplanted into the world we know? Hopefully that is some semblance of correct as it's how I understood it. In this world, monsters rule over humans in most areas and if a human is wanting to get some cash for their family or, if you're our FL May, trying to get out of a bad situation you can sign up at the Temple and get married off to a monster.

This is exactly what May commits to as she decides to escape the abusive orphanage director who haunts her thoughts when it comes to beauty and its relation to her size and food consumption. How well this goes about depicting the troubles that come with experiencing an eating disorder I could not say, so I will leave that up to your interpretation if you choose to read. May gets married to Virgil, the all fearing Lich who can suck out your life force with just a look.

The following story revolves around May's struggle with food, her inner demons, and being beautiful for Virgil who is also struggling with how May views him and fearing that one day she may come to fear him and try to leave. In the end, they end up working out their troubles with each other's help and are a lovely couple, no matter what those town villagers think. I liked both May and Virgil's characters, he was really checking the marks for me as both loving and caring but strict and forceful when he felt necessary. By the end, May had come into who she was as a person when she wasn't tormented by her past.

My main issue comes from how I felt finishing the book. I had read 208 pages of what essentially felt like it had amounted to nothing. Unfortunately, for all that happened, there wasn't enough deep diving into characters, relationships, or true plot that it felt worthwhile. It was one of those where I was shocked it was so long for how much I got from it. I think it's a really cool story, I love a Lich, and I love a FL battling her inner demons and unafraid to seek help from another in order to do so. The way May was willing to just be blunt about what was going on versus other characters who might hide things that lead to a (beloved but sometimes overdone) miscommunication was rather refreshing.

I think I would have really enjoyed this story had it been more fleshed out. The writing was good, but the content felt unsubstantial. For all of that, I'll give it a 5/10. Mid but enjoyable and full of potential.

Would I read again? No, but not because it was bad. Just because there wouldn't feel like a point.

Would I recommend? Yeah, I am gonna go and try out the series from the first book - Wed to the Ice Giant also by Layla Fae - and then pry check out at least on book by each of the other authors. If I don't like it - you'll hear about it :)

#book review #monster fucker #monster lover #monster fudger #smut books #5/10 #Wed to the Lich #Layla Fae #Arranged Monster Mates #Lich #anorexia nerovsa #animal death #tw abuse #eating disoder trigger warning #very interested in what exactly Virgil is packing #The description of him was so interesting #I bet he is beautiful #and I might beg to see his cock #sue me #hear me out #Lich sexy #and i will not be elaborating #monster smut #terato #teratophillia #monster romance #monster fucking

[inkydiamonds]

Cempasúchiles

[Image description: Bagi sits cross-legged with a humanized version of the egg Trumpet on her lap. Bagi has a red jacket and hat, green pants, and light pink hair with a brown streak in it. Trumpet is a dragon-human hybrid kid with light skin, black hair, a rainbow propeller hat, a blue shirt, and jeans. He has green wings, horns, and a tail, as well as scales on his face. They are hugging. There are 5 large orange marigolds in the background, and the ground is covered in petals. End description.]

#qsmp #bagi cattuzzo #oibagi #bagi #qsmp trump #qsmp trumpet #dia de los muertos #god these two were so sweet. AUGHH MY HEART #ik there's so much fucking happening today this only happened 2 days ago but HOLY SHIT #tw child death #child death #cw child death #just to be safe #inkyart #also this is my first time doing an image description! please lmk if there's anything i can do to improve it!!!

[whumpflash]

Penumbra: Undoing

cw: illness, whump aftermath, death/war mentions

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They were locked in the blacksmith's woodshed; a cold, cramped room made smaller by the logs stacked along the walls. Once securely inside, one of the men loosened the bindings on Tansy's wrists; enough to grant a scrap of comfort, if not freedom of movement. Another fastened what looked like a bridle around Cerus's head, forcing the metal bit into his mouth and pulling the leather tight.

For the hundredth time, Tansy tried to pull at the party's sympathies.

"Sirs, please. I only wanted to—"

And for the hundredth time, they were ignored, this time rewarded not with a blow, but with the slamming of the woodshed door. As the footsteps outside retreated, Tansy tested the door, ignoring the throbbing of their bruised abdomen as they threw their weight against it.

It didn't give, not even a little, and they fell away from it with a wince. Their various injuries were scattered in such a way that while moving wasn't agonizing, anything they did caused some kind of pain. In their face, in their torso, in their knuckles, a flicker or a flare.

With an immediate exit out of the question, Tansy turned their attention to Cerus. They felt a twinge of relief as they watched the shallow rise and fall of his ribcage, and found themselves wondering once again why they'd done it. 

Treating his wounds was one thing, but fighting for him? Hurting fellow villagers in the name of helping the damned Shadow King?

They pushed the prickly thought aside, scanning the cramped room until their eyes landed on a small woodaxe. In their hurry to lock the pair away, the search party hadn't bothered to clear the shed.

Tansy trudged over to where the axe lay, freeing their wrists, then carrying the blade over to where Cerus lay and cutting his bonds.

The man still seemed unconscious, though he was shivering uncontrollably, and after a brief moment's hesitation, Tansy sat against the wall and gently pulled Cerus into their arms, wrapping their cloak around his shuddering form and cradling him against their chest. It was likely they'd be in here for a while, and after all they'd already done, they weren't about to let him freeze to death.

Despite his fever-hot skin, Cerus leaned into them as if seeking warmth. His head lolled back onto their shoulder, eyelids fluttering as he uttered a soft groan. Shadow King or not, warmth was warmth, and Tansy made no effort to create a distance between them, instead setting half-numbed fingers to work on removing Cerus's makeshift muzzle.

They could break out of here. It would be fairly easy with the woodaxe handy, but what then? Would they spend the rest of their lives running? Would they even make it out of the village if they were dragging Cerus along? Abandoning him was no longer an option. They'd made their choice, however stupid, and they'd stick with it.

Still, there were better paths than further ruining their own life. They could wait for the Council to arrive, and explain the situation. They could claim it was a misunderstanding, and distance themselves from the Shadow King. Or maybe they could plead for mercy. For reason. Find a better fate for them both.

They'd managed to undo the first clasp on the bridle when there was a voice at the door, muffled and reedy and familiar.

"Tansy?"

They frowned. "Uncle?" Normally, Aldon would be out on the sea at this hour. Had the news already spread to him?

"So it's true."

They felt their heart sink at his tone, shock ringed with stark disbelief. Tansy wasn't particularly close with the old man, but he was the only family they had left.

"Why?" Aldon said, his voice quieting. "Why would you do such a thing?"

Tansy grimaced, fingers moving to the second clasp. All these whys. "If you'd seen him on the dock… if you could see him now, you wouldn't ask me that," they answered.

"Child—"

"He's suffered enough abuse, Uncle. I don't care who he is. I won't stand for it."

There was silence on the other side of the door, and for a moment they wondered if he'd left. Then,

"The men are saying you've allied yourself with him, Tansy," Aldon said, his tone sharpening. "Allied with the Shadow King. I'd thought them mistaken, but now—"

"Would you have me scorn a wounded man?" they cut him off, unable to keep the anger from their voice. "Leave him to die in the cold? I thought we were better than that. I thought we all were better than that."

Aldon sighed, and the door creaked, as if he were leaning on it. "Is there nothing I can say to sway you from this madness?"

Madness. There it was. Spoken insistence that Tansy really had lost all sense when they'd chosen to hold out their hand. "Nothing," they replied. For a moment, they were resolved to speak no more, to end the conversation there if it would only amount to more accusations, but thought better of it, remembering the healing herbs still tucked into their cloak.

"If you have any love for me… if blood means anything, will you bring me some hot water? And…" they swallowed, their head throbbing. "And some willow bark. For the pain."

"For him?"

"For us. Please, Uncle."

Another long silence, filled in with the slight creak of the woodshed walls and the short breaths of the Shadow King.

"I… I will. For your sake, not his."

And then the silence lingered. Tansy let out a sharp, frustrated sigh, and at last opened the final clasp, gently removing the leather from Cerus's tangled dark hair, and pulling the bit from his mouth. As they did, his body gave a little shudder. A reaction to the touch, they thought at first, but then it came again. And again, accompanied by a small gasp. Cerus was… was he crying?

Of all the things he'd done, from his insults to his wary questioning, this was the thing they'd expected the least. This was the thing they knew how to respond to the least. Even with friends in the battalion, most preferred to hide their tears. What were they to do with an enemy?

They opted for silence, shifting slightly beneath the man, hoping he couldn't sense their discomfort.

"I lost," Cerus said after what felt like forever.

"What?" they replied, wondering if the man was in the grip of a fevered dream.

"I l-lost the war," Cerus continued, his voice laced with a tremor. "The victor chooses the fate of the defeated, and the defeated accepts." The end of his sentence was choked out by a cough, but he pushed on. "I failed, and I'll reap the rewards of that failure. It's what is right."

"Is that what you think?" Tansy said.

"It's—" Another cough, punctuated by a whimper. "It's what I know."

Reaping the rewards. Was that why he seemed so numbed to the world? Had he accepted the Council's drawn-out death sentence, and consequently given up on life? They remembered how confused he'd been when they'd started cleaning his wounds, as if it was the last thing he'd expected to happen. Yet he'd gone with them without a fight, willing to bear whatever horrors a stranger decided to drown him in.

 They didn't expect him to continue, but somehow were still unsurprised when he did.

"Th-thought it was a dream," Cerus said. "When I heard the shout to stop. I thought the fever had my mind, I thought, who would say that? Who would do that? Yet here you are. And I still don't know why."

Tansy opened their mouth, the same explanation they'd given a hundred times—to their uncle, to Cerus, and more than anyone else, to themselves—on their tongue, but the Shadow King spoke again before they had a chance.

"I know, I know, you don't want to see more suffering. Then look away. Or close your damned eyes." He let out a bitter laugh. "I lost. A-and I–gnh—I earned my fate."

"You think you deserve it then? All of…" they gestured aimlessly, "...this?"

He was quiet for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was even, devoid of the tearful quiver that had gripped it before, replaced with something hollow. 

"Such a funny word," Cerus murmured. "Deserve. Who is to say what anyone deserves? I suppose the decision falls to whoever is in power. Yet seeing as it was these new powers who chose my fate… perhaps I do deserve this."

Before they'd won the war, before they'd watched the guards drag the Shadow King's broken body into the city square, Tansy might've agreed. A man who ruled with fear should be made to feel that fear himself, shouldn't he? Terror, pain, loss. All the things they'd wished on Cerus when their home burned, when they counted their battalion's casualties, when they raised their sword against an undead soldier.

But now that he'd tasted them all, Tansy felt no closure. They only felt tired. Putting Cerus through misery didn't make anything better. Fighting fire with fire only made more fire.

"What if you hadn't lost?" they asked. "What do you think those of us who rose against you are deserving of?"

"Death," Cerus said plainly. Despite the implications, Tansy felt no fear, nor anger, nor even indignation.

"And what would you have done?" they said.

"I would have the rebel leaders and generals executed," Cerus answered with little hesitation. "Leave their corpses hanging as a warning. Foot soldiers and lower ranks would choose to swear an oath of fealty, or follow their leaders into death." Something almost joyful had crept into his voice, and a sick sense of unease crawled into Tansy's gut in response. Cerus had reason to hate his former subjects, especially after the treatment he'd received from them, but that didn't make it any easier to hear him gleefully speak of murdering them. For a moment, they could remember their determination to see Cerus fall.

"I would double the patrols," Cerus continued. "Enforce a curfew. Set up wards to alert me of any future plots. But that would be all." His voice had grown quiet, the hint of joy swiftly fading. "The deaths of the traitors would be swift. I wouldn't—" his voice broke. "I-I wouldn't have…"

The moment passed. Not knowing what else to do, Tansy wrapped their arms around him, letting him clutch feebly at their shirtsleeves as his body shuddered with suppressed sobs. Another surprise. Even now, after all he'd endured, Cerus seemed opposed to torturing his enemies.

A soft knock came at the door, and Tansy looked up to see an earthenware flagon being passed through a gap in the boards that made up the wall. They gingerly removed themselves from behind Cerus to retrieve it. The water within was not hot, but it was warmer than the surrounding air, and they fished out the pouch of herbs, pinching some between their fingers and dropping it into the water to steep.

A finger's length of willow bark followed the flagon, and they took it with a murmured thanks.

"How long are they to keep us locked in here?" Tansy asked, once they'd repositioned themselves.

"The Council will be notified, but you will not walk free before their arrival," their uncle answered.

Would they be kept here in that time? Freezing in this tiny shed? "And when will they arrive?" they asked.

"With luck, they'll garner transport with a mage's circle and be here within a few days," Aldon replied. "But child, the village will not wait."

Dread curled in their stomach at his words. "Will not wait for what?"

The old man took an audible breath before continuing. "You are both to be punished," he said. "Flogged in the square. I tried to reason with them, but people are afraid. They want to show that the Shadow King, and… and any collaborators, are subdued."

Flogged? Tansy forced themself to take a deep breath, a futile effort to ease the curdling in their gut. 

"Tansy?"

"I heard you, Uncle." They closed their eyes, resting the back of their head on the wall. "It's… it'll be alright."

"I will see if I can bring you a meal," Aldon said. "Please… I ask that you think on this in the meantime. How much are you willing to sacrifice for him?"

As the sound of their uncle's footsteps faded, Tansy placed the willow bark between their teeth, chewing anxiously. A public whipping would be both painful and humiliating for them, but for Cerus it may well be a death sentence. The bandages they'd wrapped around his torso the night before had already darkened with blood from the wounds that covered his back. The thought of layering more on top of those…

They couldn't let it happen. There was one thing they could do, one way to shield Cerus, but it wouldn't be pleasant for them.

A rueful smile crept across Tansy's face.

But what's one more sacrifice?

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@whumpwillow @rabbitdrabbles @kixngiggles @honeycollectswhump @chiswhumpcorner @whatwhumpcomments , @dont-look-me-in-the-eye , @turn-the-tables-on-them

#longish #hope it flows well? some parts seem rambly to me but no beta we write like romans #penumbra: shadow king #whump #fantasy whump #villain whump #caretaker turned whumpee #reluctant caretaker #royal whumpee #villain whumpee #royalty whump #tw death mention #i was doing really good with the ocean/fishing themed descriptions for tansy in their first appearance and it's kind of fallen off 🥲

[bendysinitiation]

I was trying to find more eerie old films for this au and THIS one is a goldmine. It’s a film for the encouraging of asbestos in products and it is extremely creepy. There are many, many shots of places supposed to be made “safe” by asbestos, and shots of asbestos itself, while the narrator talks about how great a material it is. If you’re in for shots of burning houses with jaunty music, seeing just how much asbestos was used in everyday products back then, crashing cars, or whatever, watch this. This is really what I wish BATIM felt like.

CW: Fire, Burning homes, Very loud sounds at beginning and end (skip to 00:12 seconds and skip from 16:03 to 16:17), Car Crashes, Death Mentions

(The description also has its very own ID for every shot!)

(Image ID: White text that says “WHY ASBESTOS?” with an asbestos cloth behind it. End ID)

Here are some shots I found creepy that I’ll probably use for the au later!

#non au #tw fire #burning #tw burning #death mention tw #death mention #image description #image description in alt #asbestos #car crash #tw crash #megalophobia #disturbing imagery #movie mentions

[homoquartz]

after forcing doctors to evacuate al nasr hospital, and then bombing the area so severely that ambulances could not reach it, the israeli army left three NICU babies to suffocate or starve to death, alone in their beds. two more passed just before the evacuation, when oxygen supply was cut off.

israel denies this is the case. it is confirmed by human rights watch, cnn, and other reputable sources.

i don't like sharing shocking news, i like to paint a broader picture, but i think this paints exactly the broader picture.

#israel #gaza #palestine #child death tw #be warned the descriptions are graphic

[enderthevulpix]

Headcanon: The corpses in Anomaly Found died from a combination of asphyxiation, excessive bleeding out of orifaces, and lacerations.

#jacksepticeye #jse egos #jacksepticeye egos #iris #altrverse #jse iris #jse #headcanon #ego headcanons #tw graphic description of death #tw blood #tw asphyxiation #tw death mention #tw death #tw asphyxiation mention

[blue-the-octoling]

The end of Tom Weaver

First time posting something I’ve written, please don’t be too harsh on me if it’s bad! (Also there is a drawing at the end of this) cw description of death

“Where are we going mama?”

Tom asks in his sweet but raspy voice continuing to walk with his hand holding his mother’s. Though she doesn’t answer and continues to look forward not paying attention to him only her surroundings. The woods eventually let up becoming thinner until there’s only a few small saplings in the ground leading up to the edge of the cliff his mother has lead them too. It overlooks more of the woods that have remained untouched by man.

It’s beautiful he can understand why his mother wanted to bring him here maybe one day he could bring Tim here and show him too. He feels her harshly tug her hand away from his, it doesn’t surprise nor bother him as he’s too caught up in the view, he can’t wait to tell Tim when they get home. He sees his mother take a step back out of the corner of his eye and hears her mutter something that sounds like prayer “mama? What are you-“

He can’t finish his sentence before he feels a hand on his back accompanied by harsh powerful shove that causes him to tumble forward and over the cliff his hands helplessly reach out to try and stop himself but it doesn’t work.

He can feel tears fill his eyes as he looks down at the fast approaching rocky earth his body slowly spins forward his vision slowly goes from the rocky ground to the cliff as he looks up he can see his mother look over the edge watching him fall he can’t take it. He closes his eyes his body tensing as he braces for impact. It doesn’t help. His body hits the ground with a wet crunch legs, ankle and arm snapping upon impact his spine bends to fit the form of the rock the pain was already too much for him he lets out a blood curdling scream that gets cut short as his neck breaks from the force of the whiplash.

His scream turns into wet sounding wheezes as he struggles to breathe he try’s to move he can’t as he weakly twitches he can feel every pulse, every drip of blood that leaves his wounds, every breath he takes feels like fire, as it presses his lungs against his broken ribs. His eyes close as he passes out from the pain.

When he regrettably opens his eyes again he is once again brought back to the painful reality of his existence it was just about dark he could see the sun setting in the distance. Why… Why was this happening to him…? He could never do anything right… he was born a devil … his mother constantly preached to him and Tim how they were spawns of the devil.

Now he’ll die alone a monster… a devil… finally he try’s to make a sound. To call out. “t-Tim..! Ti… m.. Tim ple… ase… p-please… Tim..” he quietly wheeze cry’s as his heart beats weakly he uses what little strength he has left to call out to his brother. The only one who cared. Tears run down the side of his face as he takes his final breath wanting nothing more than to know his brother was near again. 

I’m in the process of tweaking/redesigning the weaver children to be more accurate to both how they died and how I interpret them! I kept Tom pretty similar to his original design but I added more wear and tear to more accurately fit with how he died (also I think that animals got to him before he woke up as a ghost so I wanted to show that too)

#wick horror game #wick hellbent games #tom weaver #body horror tw #graphic description of death #artwork