#tw; animal death

[steam-beasts]

A successful hunt!

(Oh...uh...well done, Percy! I...see you found a deer)

He's so proud of himself too

#thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #monster engines #ttte percy #percy the small engine #tw; animal death #cw: gore #cw blood

[herbert-worst]

Dude imagine almost getting engaged to the love of your life but some random guy show's up and moves in, kills his cat, then you find said cat writhing in agony while they watch in the basement and your boyfriend chooses him? Meg, I'm so sorry you must have been so confused

#megan halsey #dan cain #herbert west #reanimator #tw; animal death

[bells-of-black-sunday]

🗯️ Danny and Haru ooo

Dirty Thoughts | Accepting

That pale gaze stared at Haru from across the dinner table mulling in his own thoughts while Robin was away, how loud and boisterous he was. Beloved even. Though the company he kept wasn't stellar, a tattoo artist whose one bad date away from a drug addiction and a scam artist who preyed on the desperate to give fake life advice to those two were certainly something to write home about, huh? Oh, but Tarhos wasn't any better was he? A washed up veteran with more baggage than an airport, really he was waiting for him to snap or throw himself into an early grave one thing or another. But... Haru.

Oh yes Danny could make quite the story out of Haruko Nakasone. An unusual name, but sometimes you just needed a little spice to get the creativity flowing. He'd start preparing a month in advance, Robin would understand after all he'd need to keep his precious guard dog by his side for as long as possible to make sure everything would go off smoothly. Stalk out his workplace, find out what he actually liked drawing the most something to pull inspiration from.

He couldn't do that with their apartment easily, he knew they had security systems. They'd be stupid if they didn't with what his war dog did for a living. Oh, but the anguish would be so sweet to write about if he did. Being killed in your own home while you beg and plead for your boyfriend, anyone really to come and save you and to think the artist probably begged for one parent or another the first time someone tried to kill him. Funny how thematic that would be. Almost like a movie.

He'd enter through the front door when Haru takes his dog down the stairs like he always did every night before bed. And while he didn't expect an elderly dog to get in the way, especially when he's met her before, he wasn't above neutralizing it or locking her outside if she did become one. Still... he'd start by closing the front door again, that'd certainly get his attention. Make him come out into their living room to search for his beloved boyfriend to welcome him home from work.

But no one would come. He'd probably be confused, shrug it off and turn to go back to what he was doing when he'd notice the tv turn on. That'd scare the shit out of him. He'd always been one of the idiots afraid of the paranormal, but there'd be a sinking feeling in his gut that this wasn't that. This was something far more dangerous and only when that feeling is more realized is when he'd strike. A perfect crescendo of emotions, a hand over a mouth and a knife in the side. The pretty crimson that'd flow down his tank top and drip onto the floor.

He'd struggle of course, probably try to scream, he's not totally helpless, but Ghostface was more than capable of handling people like that. He'd stab his throat to make sure he couldn't be as loud as he wanted though maybe he'd toy with him first. Maybe between his ribs or cut his tendons so he couldn't move while he carved his own designs into his flesh. A perfect spectacle to capture the readers eye. How fun it would be, "The Ghostface Strikes Again: Local Tattoo Artist Found Dead, Strangle Symbol Carved Into The Deceased!" a working title naturally, but he could spin it as him taunting the police.

But oh how he'd love watching him choke on his own blood, tears streaming down his cheeks as he begs for anyone to come and help, or maybe he'd realize he's dead. He loved to see them break. The moment where their mind finally realizes the inevitability of their death was the best part, he loved capturing those moments in photographs. Maybe he'd pose him like the Ophelia painting in his bathtub and stick around to watch Tarhos sob.

Oh the aftermath would be fun, to be so closely connected to those that would be effected Danny almost wondered why he never killed people he was close to before. To see the very real effects his stories had up close would be so breathtaking, but alas... it'd have to remain a fantasy. The killer focused back into his surroundings as Robin tasseled his hair. Only then did he notice how deathly pale Haru seemed to look while he stared at him.

The cool sweat that clung to his brow as Tarhos tried to get his perfect boyfriend's attention. Danny smiled something saccharine, "What's wrong Haruko? You look like you seen a ghost."

#ic #𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘍𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘖𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 - [ 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 ] #verse; modern #tw; murder #tw; blood #tw; torture #tw; animal death #look its dirty because uhh blood is involved there- #hi- I'm writing about Danny being the horrible person he is #q.

[wiitchtime]

i apologize but will have spotty activity, i had to put my cat down yesterday and honestly my heart is just shattered and the painful spot she’s left in my life is gutwrenching. i’ll miss her so much.

#` ☠ CONTINUE? [NO.] // out of character. ` #tw; animal death #tw; vent

[cloudyfenrir]

sorry for lack of activity, my dog passed away yesterday afternoon

15 years old, lived a good long life but it still stings

#tw; animal death #//you'll find me on discord

[ladyimaginarium]

sometimes i think about all the times i would watch or play really dark shit at a young age. like. i remember when i was like what 4-6 i walked into this living room place in my nanny's house (i was living in the attic staying at my grandma's house when i was small, that's what my in the attic. tag represents!!) & my sister was watching this horror movie & honestly idek what movie this was but like this head was like. flying off & blood gushed everywhere & my mom was like. right there & my sister was screaming at her like "MOM WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT HER TO HAVE NIGHTMARES". idr what happened after but yeah. remembering that now it's. wow ok a child shouldn't have been watching that shit when the parent is right there. then my main abuser would have me play violent videogames from an alarmingly young age for as basically as long as i can remember while. yeah. & then i remember this like. one time when me & my main abuser (i believe my cousin who i personally relate to as more of an actual sibling than my actual biological sisters & my sister were there too but idr) would walk through the woods & we saw this gored groundhog. & he like picked it up w/ a rake or smth & threw it off into the woods. & then sometimes the actual violence at home when dad would get crazy drunk mostly coming in the form of verbal abuse & throwing shit. & its like. wow ok no wonder im so fucked up. lmao

#arcana.vents #tw; violence #tw; animal death #tw; alcoholism

[floweroflaurelin]

Rest in peace, Jellie. I’m glad she’ll live on in every minecraft world ❤️

2006-2024

#goodtimeswithscar #jellie cat #jellie the cat #gtws #gtwscar #tw pet death #tw animal death #floweroflaurelin art

[jenny-jinya]

WOAH!

tw: death/souls

WEBCOMIC - INSTAGRAM

#cw animal death #tw death #lovingreaper #comic #webtoon #webcomic #cats #dogs #kiwis

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

The Bronx Zoo has just released Flaco's necropsy results.

He was not thriving, as the people championing the ideal of "freedom" claimed.

He was poisoned.

He was sick.

He was suffering.

"Freedom" would have eventually killed him. A building just happened to do it first.

"Postmortem testing has been completed for Flaco, the Eurasian eagle owl that was found down in the courtyard of a Manhattan building a little over a year after his enclosure at the Central Park Zoo was vandalized on February 2, 2023. Onlookers reported that Flaco had flown into a building on the Upper West Side of Manhattan on February 23, 2024, and acute trauma was found at necropsy. Bronx Zoo veterinary pathologists determined that in addition to the traumatic injuries, Flaco had two significant underlying conditions. He had a severe pigeon herpesvirus from eating feral pigeons that had become part of his diet, and exposure to four different anticoagulant rodenticides that are commonly used for rat control in New York City. These factors would have been debilitating and ultimately fatal, even without a traumatic injury, and may have predisposed him to flying into or falling from the building. The identified herpesvirus can be carried by healthy pigeons but may cause fatal disease in birds of prey including owls infected by eating pigeons. This virus has been previously found in New York City pigeons and owls. In Flaco’s case, the viral infection caused severe tissue damage and inflammation in many organs, including the spleen, liver, gastrointestinal tract, bone marrow, and brain.   No other contributing factors were identified through the extensive testing that was performed. Flaco’s severe illness and death are ultimately attributed to a combination of factors—infectious disease, toxin exposures, and traumatic injuries—that underscore the hazards faced by wild birds, especially in an urban setting."

The naturalistic fallacy kills animals in horrible ways. The romanticism of what humans want to think of as a "free, wild, pure life" cannot be allowed supplant the reality of injury, sickness, and death. Releasing captive animals (or keeping them from being recaptured) because it's "better" for them to suffer untethered than live a healthy, safe, captive life is inhumane and horrific.

Flaco's life didn't have to end in pain, sickness, and suffering.

Flaco's death didn't have to be tragic.

But once the idea of "freedom" entered the chat, Flaco's fate was unavoidable.

#flaco #tw animal death #tw animal sickness #better dead than fed is a horrific mindset #zoo animal welfare #screenshot feat the WCS's inability to remember to remove their editorial template from highly sensitive press releases round 2 #colored text #people who loved the ideal of him more than the reality of him #congrats #you killed this owl #I'm still so mad that people who wanted him to stay loose got all sorts of media attention for the elegies they wrote when he died

[d3monicas]

death note if it was a slasher lol... smile, L

#death note #light yagami #l lawliet #misa amane #ryuk #anime #manga #fanart #lawlight #?? #flashing tw #illustration #my art #misa final girl realness

[harrowleaf]

I'm not doing okay.

Ever since Luna died I feel like I've slowly but surely just been going with the flow, trying to keep my spirits up by keeping myself occupied... but I'm losing the fight. The pain has gotten worse with each passing day and the very second I start heading home from my internship I'm immediately overcome with the same cold numbness that I've been battling for three months at this point.

I've been trying to collect photos I took of Luna in a folder, but even just simply looking at them makes me cry and beg for her to come back. I still wish that all of this was just a bad dream. I feel like such a moron for clinging on to a false hope that she'd be okay. I feel like such a fucking idiot for not doing enough.

But I think the worst of all is that I'm just angry at my mother for making the decision to let Luna go without talking to me first. All I got was a phonecall that started with my mom howling that Luna was gone. And that was after she initially told me that everything would be okay.

Luna didn't want to die, did she? She just didn't want to be in pain anymore. I would've traded away everything to make sure that she would've had the surgery - paid the bills, given up the chance on this internship, heading to the house to make sure she would be fine and never alone. It feels as if my one act of idiocy led to the accident that caused her injury.

All the affirmations that she had a good life and that she wouldn't want me to be this miserable doesn't work on me anymore. Increasing my antidepressants dosage isn't working. I'm reaching a point where my therapist appointments have a 50/50 chance of making me feel worse.

She died because of an accident, but I might as well have been the one who killed her. Instead I'm left alone in a world that has turned its back on me. The impulses I get to suddenly want to run straight into traffic to be hit by a car or jump into the freezing waters have never felt more tempting. The desire to just go to sleep and never wake up becomes more and more fervent.

It should have been me who died. I wished it was.

#maria_menhera.txt #tw; suicidal ideation #tw; animal death #tw; trauma talk #(I'm so fucking tired of feeling like this but it just. won't stop.)

[nezhanetwork]

it's only a matter of time... ♥

#i know she will find her way back to him #goodtimeswithscar #jellie #jellie the cat #hermitcraft #my art #tw pet death #tw animal death

[tortol]

parasitism

poem by @growrotten

#whew first time making a comic that took a while #comic #artists on tumblr #digital art #tw animal death #tw blood #my art babey

[pangur-and-grim]

yeaaaah, I saw that too.

it can be hard for people to understand that every species of animal has a unique set of physical and mental needs, and that (FOR THEIR OWN BENEFIT) they should not be treated like human beings.

here's an example: when a horse breaks its leg, often the kindest thing you can do is euthanize it. that is because horses have lightweight bones that tend to shatter, rather than simply snap, and all those sharp pieces can sever blood vessels and nerves, which leads to tissue death. your average horse weighs 1,000 pounds. that amount of weight redistributed to 3 legs leads to pressure necrosis on the remaining hooves.

the reason the horse would require euthanasia isn't because it's life isn't the same as an able-bodied horse. it is because its leg would rot off and then its hooves would rot off and then it would die.

I currently have a broken leg, and will not be euthanized because I am a human being. if I had both legs amputated, I could still have a wonderful life, because I am a human being.

similarly, if my cat broke a leg, or had to have a limb amputation, that would be fine (well, not fine, but you get the idea) because she weighs 9lbs and could scurry about just fine as a tripod.

if you understand what an animal needs, you'll be better equipped to know when it has a fighting chance. you'll also know that sometimes, the kindest thing you can do is put it to rest.

#tw animal death

[rainbow-gend3r]

Sputnik 2, launched on November 3, 1957, carried the dog Laika, the first living creature to be shot into space and orbit Earth. Laika was a stray dog found on the streets of Moscow. There were no plans to return her to Earth, and she lived only a few hours in orbit. …

taken from @gallivantsofgillis on tiktok

#laika #laika the space dog #outer space #tw animal death #history #space history

[ladyimaginarium]

awww my cousin's dog died :<

#arcana.vents #tw; animal death