#uhhh just tw: for deaths

[cashmere-caveman]

Hanif Abdurraqib, it’s not like nikola tesla knew all of those people were going to die | Anne Carson, H of H Playbook | Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain | Franz Wright, Heaven | Toby Whithouse, shooting script for Being Human S1E1 | Franz Wright, Heaven | Erin Slaughter, I Hope My Salt Lamp is a Weeping Deity | Richard Siken, Straw House, Straw Dog & My Country: The New Age, Episode 16

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#my country: the new age #nam seon-ho #seo hwi #listen guys (gn). the worms have been festering the dots have been connected the illness contracted etc!! this is an exorcism attempt #bro what if we had both been suicidal for years bc we just wanted everything to be over but we repeatedly saved each others lives #even when we were enemies bc even when we were fighting for different visions of this country we were still *each others* countries #and what if in the end we realized we were never meant to be apart in the first place and gave each other permission to finally let go #but gave our deaths meaning by sacrificing our lives so that everyone else could live in a country of peace !!!! #basically what if we went from best friends to enemies to allies to enemies to soulmates and died in each others arms and we were both boys #their dynamic is so. i wanna eat so much dirt i tunnel right through the earth and end up in argentina. #god. GOD. im like 5 years late but is anyone out there still insane like me in pain like me etc hmu #wait maybe i should put some warnings on this bitch uhhh hold on #blood cw #death tw #suicidal ideation cw #<- just in case bc idk how else to tag for the uhhh extremely normal mindset of both of them #i hope thats it? if i missed sth let me know! also if u read this far u'll get to see the business tags i forgot at the top lol #cavetext #mctna #nam seon ho #poetry #seonhwi #caveweb #also u would not Believe the fucking sleuthing i went through to find the source poem for that erin slaughter quote jfc #thats what i get for keeping incomplete notes ig :/ #also ive found the franz wright poem as both 'heaven' and 'the heaven' so ?? who knows

[wizard-eater]

How do you deal with the whole Wizards Exploding When They Die? Does your stomach just balloon outwards like a looneytoons character for a moment.

Not every wizard experiences such a dramatic reaction after death, but those that do pop between my teeth and I savor the soft yield of their flesh as soon as the flames have ran their course

It makes for a nice caramelized aftereffect as a result

#uhhh #tw death #tw description of death #like. yucky #anyways i imagine eating the wizards that explode is like eating fish eggs #gonna add the cannibalism tw as well just in case #tw cannibalism #tw description of gore #or perhaps poprocks #tw graphic descriptions of gore #trying to tag this really well cause it's a bit more. descriptive. than some of my other posts #asks

[thequndemands]

“My little girl... I’m sorry, but mother isn’t coming home.”

#the qun demands art #dragon age origins #da:o #tabris #city elf origin #city elf #morwyn #uhhh maybe i should #tw death #just in case

[horrastorie]

Project iseKai

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PLEASE read the tags!! 😭

#OG post #SO UHHH I MAY BE THE ARTIST IN A NEW WEBCOMIC SORTA???? AKA YES I AM #tw blood #Tw death #tw bodily fluids #SO ANYWAY I PROMISE THE NEXT PAGES WILL LOOK BETTER #I JUST WANTED THE FIRST ONE TO BE SOMEWHAT COLOURED BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT LOOKED COOL #BAD ART #comic #webcomic #art #digital art #digital artist #artist #Might add image desc at some point!!! Pls remind me/lmk if ya want it <3 #Btw zonefighter is my bf and sleepingshadow is his friend :) also kinda mine too #EVERYONE I SWEAR MY ART IS USUALLY BETTER THAN THIS #Btw the guy’s name in the comic is Kai. Mine and my bf’s other friend. He will be the main character. #Project iseKai #Project iseKai comic #Btw yes he came blood. That is not bloody piss. That is bloody cum. I’m so sorry. #IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SILLY BUT I MADE IT LOOK HORRIFYING #AAAAAA I RARELY POST ART AND NOW THIS 😭 #I must recover. Time to post my good art as proof that I can do better. Sometime soon. I must. #AAAAAAAAAAA #SCREAMING #IM GOING TO CRY

[very-uncorrect]

Tomorrow (11 February) is the one year anniversary of Brianna Ghey's death

I hope that her killers never see the life of day again and that people stop fucking misgendering this dead child on twitter holy shit

#tw transphobia #tw death #tw murder #brianna ghey #I've seen so many ''uhhh rip and all but he was just a confused little boy'' #like #what the fuck is your aim here #to make her family suffer more? #it's evil. that's the only word for it. this girl was murdered and all you can think of is your transphobia #she was 16 #SHE WAS SIXTEEN #a young girl was murdered because of transphobia #and all you can say is transphobic bigoted shit #I'm not religious #but #these people will NOT be seeing the pearly gates

[salemoleander]

Ren wakes up dead.

It's a slow journey from was to is, and an even longer trip to comprehending anything beyond the smell of loam and wet rock.

He wakes up dead, and there are bugs in the empty span of his ribcage, and roots where his throat should be. It would be terrifying, if Ren had a nervous system to transmit the signals to twist his stomach or flatten his ears or think.

After a time in the cold clay (he does not know how long, and definitely doesn't want to know) he exists enough to shake off the rot and death, and push through into existence.

Ren coughs and chokes and splutters, dirt and roots dislodging from his lungs mouth. Definitely mouth.

And now he's alive! Which is kind of a weird thought, because of course Ren is alive. He just stepped through Grian's portal thingy, and it apparently spat him out here. In a.. grave? Of some kind, which is kinda freaky, but of course he isn't dead. He would know.

#s9 #hermitcraft s9 #ren #rendog #fic #hermitcraft fic #hermitcraft spoilers #uhhh #death tw #body horror tw #just a bit #this is very rough i just had an idea about becoming and springing forth like athena etc and wanted to write #salem tag #salem fic

[do-rey-me]

you are the world.

as you lay dying in a hospital bed

we take a moment to breathe in

(we do not know this is a dangerous thing yet)

the air free of the chemicals and beeping and rushing we have grown accustomed to

we try and eat something that is not bland

the shops are closed

as you are dying, the world is dying with you.

when we had first arrived, the staff had thought i was old

they had me sign paperwork and give medical information for your stay as your next of kin

they looked in my eyes and saw my future

(Apollo was God of prophecy and medicine both)

knew i would command your fate into the ground

knew i would not condemn you to that terror of cremation

your family arrives

(black birds following armies, knowing that a feast will be served)

they always do, for matters they consider important

first arrives your sister

(i forget which one)

she is kind to me, of course

she dances around the obvious, of course

she is surprised that my mother and stepfather are there,

although she tries to hide it

at some point, there is a meeting around whether or not

you would want to have donated yourself to help others

(why is that information not already available?)

i don’t know for certain what you would say, but i tell them to do it anyway

(forgive me, for not asking)

(forgive me, for not saying hello)

(forgive me, for waiting until i was grown to talk)

your sister tries to give you your Last Rites while my family is away

the Priest, the Doctors, they all tell her no

she tries anyway

(i understand, she is trying to help)

(i understand, she does not know you)

your Mother arrives.

(so does her husband and my uncle)

i don the armor ive been welding for my (your) life (death)

I greet her with respect, we go through the motions of grief before death

(i do not give her my True Name, i do not eat of her food, i do not give her any debts)

(i am a changeling child, i know her kind well)

i prepare myself for real battles to begin.

the rest of the players trickle in

the family

your friends

(your friends go through your house, giving most to me. neither side asks, so no debt is owed)

(i do not have to go myself)

(it is one less battle to fight)

my mother becomes my second-in-command easily, as if she never even stopped

she is water, flowing and changing

she is rock, steady and tethering

here is how the war is fought

in uncomfortable hospital chairs, we talk, your family and i

your mother takes charge on her side

i take charge on mine

we are outnumbered, but we have legal power over your decisions

and their time is running out.

as per the rules set long ago, we must remain respectful. polite.

they are your family. they raised you. you are their precious son.

(you were born out of wedlock. you abandoned the faith. you raised a queer.)

my mother abandoned you. my stepfather must hate you. your friends are irrelevant.

(you were my mother’s best friend. you got my stepfather to branch out. your friends built a boat to burn for you)

but me? i am your child. you are my precious father, my world, who i am losing.

so when i tell them that you would want to be buried without a box, to feed the earth and let the worms eat your flesh?

they cannot oppose me directly.

most of your family ignores your brother, my uncle

they can’t understand the words he says so they think him infantile

when they aren’t ignoring him, they are Handling him

they tell him you are dying in little words

“Pete isn’t going to be around anymore soon”

they say in falsetto tones

they do not let him grieve. they do not let him love.

i do not let the rage boil under my skin

i do not let myself mourn that with your passing he will be taken away as well

it will not help him. it will not help you.

i often can’t understand what my uncle says either, but that’s not new

the wind likes to play tricks on me, tying words into knots before they reach my ears

i am one of the few that treats him like the eldest child he will soon be

he is one of the few that treats me like the child i shall still be for two years yet

so between battles, sitting amongst the corpses of words, we sit in silence,

and we draw

your death is scheduled

it has to be, to harvest what they can from you, to save who they can

there is ceremony to what comes after

they bring the body up, and we walk down the hall with it

doctors and nurses line the halls, giving respect to what we have lost

giving respect to what you have given that will save others

the only sound the whole way is my uncle’s sobs

i don’t know if he hates that it was a child, your child, who was the one comforting him

and so the world ends.

the funeral seems dull in comparison to the honor walk

sure, your family made a scene,

but my mother took the narrative back

and anyway.

by that point the fight was over

your wishes were respected

i had won.

the next day,

we went home.

and we didn’t come out.

and so the world ends.

#so uhhh. idk. i wrote this a while back to try and process the grief but #ive only just started sharing it with other people #and idk. i wanted to put it out here?? pls give me any engagement #idk im havinf A Day. #bad pain days remind me of the grief more i think. as if the physical aspect wasnt bad enough lol #oh shit triggers right #hospital tw #death tw #parent death tw #anyway as someone who deals with grief by trying to keep up a routine. having ur dad die in the week before lockdown was Wild #covid tw #um ask to tag? #idk yall i might delete this later. #bc im proud of it but it feels weird to share #like sure the people ive shared it with liked it but that was my mom and other families of organ donors #dunno if it reads well to folks who dont know the situation #poems #poetry

[thebeeshaveknees]

Shigeo stared at the test. The math test he took two days ago. His test he got 100% on.

Mob could count on one hand the amount of math tests he'd scored perfectly on - and ironically enough, they were all back when every problem could be solved with counting on one hand.

The success made him nauseous, he felt his powers writhe a little harder under his skin.

He watched his math teacher walk back up to the front of the room, his eyes alight and with a proud smile on his face. "This past test had a class average of 84%, eight percent more than the average of last test!" He cheered, and his eyes met Mob's for a split second before darting away. He felt his stomach churn. "You all did so well, Congratulations!" He clapped his hands as he said it, and Mob flinched at the sound.

The teacher kept talking, moving on with the lesson while everyone tucked their tests in their bags. Mob stared at the 100% in bright red marker for another few moments before moving to do the same.

When class let out, Shigeo went straight to Spirits and Such. The building was like a lifeline for the past half week, not that he'd admit that because of the stupid reason.

He went up the stairs two at a time and then opened the door without knocking. Reigen was sitting at his desk, and his eyes met Mob's when he entered. "Right on time!" He said, the same as he had yesterday, and the day before, and almost every other day. "There aren't any appointments today, but since sixty percent of our business comes from walk-ins, there's still hope!" He declared, before going back to what was probably a photo exorcism from the consistent dragging and clicking of his mouse.

Shigeo dropped his backpack on the floor beside his desk before he sat down and pulled out his test.

"Shishou?"

"Yes?" Reigen immediately turned his full attention to Mob, and he swallowed.

"I got a math test back today…"

Reigen's smile shrunk, his eyebrows scrunching in pity. "Oh." His expression picked back up. "Well, bad marks aren't the end of the world - math can be tough, but not understanding it doesn't mean you can't still--"

"It's not that." Mob interrupted, because he knew Reigen was never upset by it. "I got a hundred on it."

Reigen nearly fell out of his chair, the old plastic making a concerning creak as he righted himself. "A hundred?!" He was out of his desk and looking over the paper on Mob's with all the disbelief and wonder of someone who was just told that God existed and he worked at the local MobDonalds. "As in One Hundred percent?!" Flipping through the three stapled pages of the test, a smile growing wider and wider on his face.

Mob wanted to smile too - he didn't, but he wanted to. He looked up at his master, waiting for his final comments.

"A hundred percent - even if you cheated, this is amazing, Mob." Reigen said, and he looked so happy for him. "Whatever you did, keep doing it." His posture straightened, and with a firm hand on his shoulder. "The trick about school is, it isn't to teach you how to read fast or multiply and divide negative and theoretical numbers or all that nonsense - it's to teach you to learn. Nowadays with the internet, you can get information anywhere, but once you learn how to understand and retain that information, the world is yours." He said wisely, ruffling his hair at the end. "It seems like you've figured out how you learn, Mob."

How Mob learns. How he learns.

His math teacher slapping him across the face every time he got a question wrong, telling him he was a waste of effort.

He got 100% on his math test, for the first time in years.

Making him apologize on his knees to the tree out the window for providing him oxygen.

He finally got a good mark on a test.

"It seems like you've figured out how you learn, Mob."

Oh.

Everyone laughing as he shakily did long division on the chalkboard.

So he needed them to be…

"In this world, you are worth less than trash."

So he deserved it.

Milk on his head, blood on his hands, creek water in his shoes.

So he's worth more there.

"Mob?"

He looked up at his teacher, who still had a warm hand on his shoulder.

Red blood on his white shirt, red ink on his white paper.

"You're right, master."

#mp100 #Post Mogami arc #I'm fully convinced repeating half a year of school helped Mob understand math a bit better #I mean Mogami just pulled lessons from his head right? And they had to make sense for a kid his age to be learning or continuity errors #Also random unprompted angst upon ye #Uhhh time for the trigger warnings look out #TW blood #TW violence #TW ptsd #TW referenced animal abuse and death #TW child abuse #TW victim blaming #TW abuse ideation #TW psychological torture #TW bullying #I think that's it maybe so sorry if I'm wrong #TW math #Hehe

[thatonekid-gotakunerd-blog]

think i finally convinced my brain that i didn’t die last weekend! yay for me

#tw death #? #tw delusions #not a fun time for me personally #no #you didn't get murdered or fall into the subway last weekend on your way home #just because you actually pushed yourself to do a fun thing does not mean a terrible thing secretly happened instead and you didn't notice #i don't know what it is with my brain and death #i hate it #i don't know which of my diagnoses this falls under tbf #so uhhh #no specific mental health tag this time besides the trigger warnings

[stardoopy]

SLEEPWALK - WIP

#did everything except the editing at work today it was SLOWWWW #my art #my animation #WIP #my ocs #01 disney #01 tilly #vessel #disney unovera #universe 02 #tw blood #tw guns #animation meme #tw implied death #idk what else uhhh #tw flashing #flashing #<- just incase cause of the fast movement #ok to reblog btw idk if I’ll get around to cleaning this up anytime soon #animation

[cupcakesmoothie]

For a story I might never write: Death Bringer

The allure of money cannot be overstated.

How much would someone have to pay you to be surrounded by death?

Will you read the fine print?

Those who get hired cannot leave.

#Death Bringer #Uhhh I think I should tag this uhhhh #tw death #I honestly like this story but I don't think I could write it #It'll just stew in my brain #I wanna finish Plagues Blessings and Journeys first #sweetmountainseeds #My art #comics #Artblr #I'm aware it a little bit looks like an assassination job but it is not

[danielnelsen]

hi my cat is in hospital with a kidney stone and probably needs surgery that costs $10k on top of around $800 per day she’s hospitalised. i have no money (it’s taking a lot time for my application for disability to work out) and my parents wont pay that much so we’ll have to have her put down if i can’t find the money. i don’t want to lose a 3rd cat in 3 years, please help

p**p** and k*f* are both ‘ashtonlove’

i also have tips enabled

i had a gfm for my previous cats which is probably still active so you can use that if you can find it on my blog

idk how money-related tags work at the moment so please spread this if you can, i don’t know what to do if i lose her

#cat #pet #help #please share #please help #idk what tags im allowed to use hrm #personal #pet death tw #I’m distraught as you’d expect #mid 2020 i lost kevin #mid 2021 i lost loki #my brain thrives on patterns so I was like ‘ok peach just has to make it through a few months without getting sick’ #but uhhh. things are bad actually #im not doing well at all i have -8 mental health #i can’t lose her I can’t I’d rather die

[ohnebulae]

yesterday was so terrible

#uhhh #tw animal death #i am house sitting for my boss and she told me one of her chickens was really old and might die soon #so i was like ok i can deal with that #ummm turns out this poor chicken was not only old but a victim of flystrike #and i couldn’t do anything for her but quarantine her and pet her sweet little head #while she was slowly (redacted) #i cannot imagine how much she suffered and it is haunting me #i’m pretty sure she died in the night but i couldn’t bring myself to go up close to look #i didn’t sleep either just thinking about her #rest peacefully sweet bird #also if you don’t know what flystrike IS i do NOT advise you to look it up #horrifying to see pictures and even worse to see in person #i just feel so sick and miserable

[symptoms-syndrome]

There's something funny or possibly deeply ironic about the fact that my fear of eternity (like, the concept) outweighs pretty much every other fear so strongly that I can be mega suicidal and simply scare myself out of it. Like IDK. Do I wanna KMS? Yeah absolutely. And there's ofc other reasons why I'm not going to, but my intense fear of eternity (and the possibility of me facing eternity after death) is enough to make me pretty much discard the idea entirely.

Ironically this fear is also why I have an incredibly strong and remarkably irrational fear of immortality. Like I am so irrationally afraid that I will just not ever die. Not in terms of like, if I jump off a cliff I'll survive, just sort of. Not dying. Getting old forever I guess. Which isn't the same as wanting to die, because I have that fear just kind of always. I'm not sure if I've ever met anyone else with that phobia.

#death tw #sui tw #uhhh ask to tag? #i know this feeling will pass. it usually does #its just like. my gas bill doubled this month despite using less gas #my grocery budget buys less and less #i cant help but feel like ending things quickly would be better than the slow and drawn out way capitalism might do it for me #is it better to be fast by my own hand or to starve/freeze/etc when i inevitably fall behind

[pluviophile-imagines]

Not to out myself as a parasocial em cee why tee stan but technoblade’s death is kinda hitting me hard…

#pattering on the roof #like I think I’m kinda ok and then Grian puts out a community post abt it #or I see Phil’s tribute to him #and I remember that he was only a year older than me #and that he genuinely cared so much abt his friends and his fans #and everyone who interacted with him said he was one of the most humble and helpful creators they’d met #npr did a story on him #fucking npr did a story about a minecraft man #FUCK man #i just need to let myself cry abt it I think #bc I keep pushing it down cause I feel silly crying over a block boy #(as my gc affectionately calls them) #but then I tear up a bunch and feel even more silly for doing it a bunch… #uhhh #tw death

[localvoidcat]

just two best friends. they might torment some people

#mark lives au #body horror tw #yeah I uh. redesigned them just a little. just for fun. #and yes that is a mouth of sorts on alt!cesar's neck. I am joining the fandom on the uhhh #cesar slit his throat death hc. so yes do with that what you will. #I might change these again? not the biggest fan of 'em but whatever here you go #sam draws