#Tw: mention of death

[skeletoninthemelonland]

[Trigger warning]: Mentions of death and body horror.

This post is about my understanding of William Afton's possession of the Springbonnie suit!

One of the very few headcanons that I have is that, after his death, William Afton possessed both the Yellow Suit and his own corpse. It was more of an obligation rather than a choice. If he wanted to move around as Springtrap, he needed to bear the excruciating pain. Possessing a corpse meant striving to become "alive" again.

That probably explains why his body didn't fully decompose, even after 30 years: because his soul continuously struck it with jolts of energy, forcing the severely damaged tissue to function under awful conditions (cell membranes rupture and spill their contents after death, but they were forced back together). Here's an illustration:

To me, Springtrap didn't die once or twice, nor a third time. He died thousands and thousands of times and kept on coming back.

"I always come back."

The springlocks weren't the only cause of his suffering. It was the hunger, thirst, lack of oxygen, sleep deprivation, and subsequent infections, paired up with the psychological effects of it all.

[ishytori]

There is one thing I'd like to discuss.

I really don't like this panel. It's drawn to provide effect like Astolfo and unnamed vampire boy are equal. Like vampire boy was an innocent victim. But was he really?

First of all, vampire boy doesn't say: "Your dad killed my parents". He says "Paladin". It could be Gano, Ogier or even Olivier. But most likely not Astolfo's father (in that case I think it would be told). So vampire boy attacked innocent people that are not connected to his parents death. He attacked even children who helped him and saved him. It was not revenge because he didn't find his parents killer. Instead he found a defenseless prey.

Second: vampire boy and his adult friends get pleasure from torturing weak innocent children that can't protect themselves. Days by days. It's a very specific kind of personality. Torturing requires cold head and planning and getting pleasure from someone's suffering. It's not like some feature of character that everyone can have. It's a trait of maniac.

Third: were vampire boy and his parents really innocent victims of chasseurs rampage? Let's see what Vanitas says, when Roland asks is Noe really a vampire:

Vanitas isn't interested in justification of chasseurs actions so his words must reflect the real state of affairs. Usually chasseurs hunt real criminals. Why did they hunt vampire boy family? It's very hard to find some innocent vampire family that lives quietly in human world. They looks like average humans - like Noe who works in human café and nobody suspect him as a vampire. And it's much more easy to find vampires that attack humans: they have a trail of blood and corpses behind them.

In summary: I really don't think vampire boy and his family was innocent. Innocent vampires usually are not chasseurs target. Innocent people don't attack someone who helped them and don't like tortures. And don't have friends that can torture six years old child to death.

[x-malitae-x]

Hello! You are in @quixis-midas 's emergency contacts. They send out an emergency message. Here is their personal preset emergency message to you:

Hey, my Anchor. I don't think you can help me. Hopefully this is an accident! If not, I'll see you on the other side of the rainbow <3

no no no no no-

My Masterpiece, I will go find you, please stay safe there.

I don’t want this to be in vain.

[poppyclangen]

MOONS 63-65:

Moon 63:

FinchSpeckle is dropped by an eagle right on his face (funny) and gains a new scar across his shoulders!

WingKit thinks that if he gathers enough 'herbs' for his dad, he'll have more time to play with him (CUTE).

Moon 64:

SwishSplinter and FallenStar go on an herb gather patrol and have a moment together, as FallenStar listens to all her sons woes and tries to comfort him. Both walk away from the event a little lighter than they were before, and SwishSplinter learns he can lean on his mother always, no matter how old he gets.

Moon 65:

FinchSpeckle protects his apprentice from a vicious dog on patrol with MarshFleck, and the two gain a new respect for eachother- FinPaw, leaning he can trust his mentor, even if he is just the most annoying guy alive, and FinchSpeckle discovers what it's like to do something honorable and mature for once, protecting FinPaw from harm instead of making fun of him.

[oneoftheeggs]

Lucifer bridal carrying Adam. Y/N?

Lucifer bridal carrying Adam, coming up!

[I do know what Y/N stands for, but I am not sure what it means in this context 😅 or, are you just referring to me?]

Anyway! Here we go (I hope this is at least decent - I wrote this after the third day at a con with way too little sleep - truth be told, I don't know if you wanted me to write something in the first place, but I was inspired! Also... oops, it got a little sad)

Lucifer didn’t know what had compelled him to take another look at Adam’s body. Maybe it had been simple curiosity. Maybe he had wanted to see if in his final moments Adam had been the man he had been in live or the monster he had become in death. Maybe he had just wanted to take a little break from rebuilding the hotel, to try and collect his thoughts and taking a step away, to look at the corpse, had been a welcome excuse. Either way, he had made his way to Adam and decided to look at him for but a moment. Sooner or later, they would need to get rid of the body. At least that’s what Lucifer was thinking, as he knelt on one knee, to take a closer look. Adam’s face, covered in blood and bruises, seemed almost peaceful. His eyes were closed, his hands still resting on the ground next to him, where they had fallen to, when his lieutenant had turned his body around to try and reach him in his final moments.

His chest, punctured by multiple small stab wounds, rose, and sank slowly with labored, shallow, breaths. His-

Wait what?

Lucifer did a double take, but even that changed nothing. Adam’s chest was indeed rising and sinking. Even as golden blood seeped out of him, drop by drop, the first man stubbornly refused to die. Lucifer blinked in confusion. He had been sure that Adam had died, when Niffty had stabbed him. And even if not, surely the time, between receiving the injury and now, must have been enough to have him bleed out.

And still, despite everything, despite all logic, Adam was still clinging to life. Still holding on to, well, something. Even though Lucifer couldn’t tell what exactly that something was.

“You’re still here.” It wasn’t a question. Hell, Lucifer hadn’t meant to say those words at all, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself. That was why he was even more confused when Adam blinked his eyes open. They were unfocused, staring blindly towards the sky. Towards heaven that seemed unreachable, far away. And unreachable it was. Even if Adam wasn’t dead, he had lost his halo. Lucifer wasn’t sure if Adam could return to Heaven, even if he was able to fly. Adam blinked again, and his eyes didn’t turn to Lucifer, but he answered his words, still.

“Ironic, isn’t it?” He grumbled wetly. Lucifer was sure he could hear the blood in his chest. He couldn’t help but agree. It was ironic. Adam, who had come here to rain death upon them, was now, as it seemed, himself unable to die. Why exactly Lucifer couldn’t tell. But he was quite sure, that a certain powerful being, that had created them all, had his fingers in the mix. And if that was the case, then Lucifer could not let Adam lie out here on the pavement. That was certain. Or, at least, it was, what Lucifer told himself. Dammit all, he hadn’t wanted Adam to die in the first place. Sure, he had lost his temper, when Adam had the audacity to attack his daughter, but that would have been any father’s reaction. Still, Charlie had given him hope that maybe, just maybe, Heaven could be reasoned with. Hope, that maybe, what had been lost, could be regained.

He had loved Adam once, half an eternity ago. And a part of him loved Adam still. Hell, they, Lilith, Adam, even Eve, had been created to be loved. And something like that could not vanish entirely. His love for the man had withered away, year after year, but it had never fully stopped. And seeing Adam, lying there, more man than monster, had reawoken something in Lucifer that he had believed to have died a long time ago.

Lucifer sighed softly, before deciding what to do next. With arms, stronger than humanly possible for a man of his stature – he wasn’t a human after all – Lucifer swiftly cradled Adam to his chest. At least as much, as his height would allow it. He could feel the Angel grow rigid in his touch. But he wouldn’t let that deter him. One arm supporting Adam’s back, the other lifting him from beneath his knees, Lucifer tried not to jostle the injured man too much. It didn’t work perfectly, and Adam emitted a pained gasp, followed by a few coughs that brought new speckles of golden blood to his lips.

“What?” he started asking, before being interrupted by another coughing fit.

Lucifer shook his head, silently commanding Adam to safe his energy.  “You’ll be fine,” he said, instead of answering Adam’s question. The man didn’t seem to believe him. He shook his head, as good as he could.

“Are you fucking serious.” He hissed. Lucifer didn’t say anything. He just opened a portal to one of his chambers in the palace and started walking.

“Fucking stop that shit!” Adam hissed. “Put me down. Just let me lie here.”

Lucifer shook his head. “No,” he answered stubbornly. As he stepped through the portal. “There’s another way.”

Adam emitted an ugly sound. Something that might have been a laugh had it not sounded, so much, like he was biting back a sob.

“You’re a fucking liar,” Adam accused. “You never cared before!”

Lucifer said nothing. He knew that disagreeing would not make Adam see reason. His silence was answered by more labored words from the injured man in his arms. “Why now?” he hissed. “Why do you pretend to care now? Still haven’t got everything you wanted, is that it?”

A fist came to connect with Lucifer’s shoulder, but the punch was weak. All energy having seeped from Adam’s body with his blood.

“This is your fault!” Adam accused, and Lucifer hummed in agreement. Maybe it was his fault after all. Maybe nothing of this would have happened if he had stayed one of God's obedient little playthings. Or maybe another angel would have simply taken his place. Another hit connected with his shoulder.

“I hate you!” Adam’s words were full of poison, despite his weakened state. Lucifer sighed, as he carried him towards the room, he saw fit to house the man for the near future.

“I know,” he said, a sad smile playing around his lips. “Trust me. I know.”

[lady-lissette]

Day I - Steer

Character: Harriet

Warning: Mention of death.

Your name is Harriet Eavan de Collier, and with just a short conversation that took less than five minutes, you have altered your future.

Of course, at first, you simply didn’t think that it was possible at this point. You have spent the last several years of your life poring over page upon page of the Seventy-two Articles of Halonic Polity. Graduation from the Scholasticate was just around the corner. Your father, albeit on death’s door, was in the midst of making preparations for you to join his side as his apprentice. You were already being introduced to others belonging to the Inquisition and whatever free time you had away from your seminarian duties was spent studying the laws of the land and how to sniff out even the faintest signs of Heresy.

You were to become a full-fledged inquisitor after illness eventually tightens its grip around your father’s throat and he finds his way to Halone’s halls.

And yet, when one of the Scholasticate deacons pulled you into her office and asked what career path you wished to pursue once your studies were complete…

Your answer wasn’t “I am to become an inquisitor,” but instead, “I wish to become a Knight.”

You weren’t even certain why those words came out of your mouth. Even the deacon looked as though she was taken aback by what you said. Still, she scribbled something down in her ledger and sent you on your way.

You had every opportunity to correct yourself. Clearly, you misspoke. Your thoughts weren’t in the right place at the time. A lot has been on your mind for the last several months. You also could have just gone back into the deacon’s office and changed your answer…

But why didn’t you?

Oh, you fully knew why. Despite your family’s wishes, you simply didn’t wish to become an inquisitor. You didn’t wish to become the very image of your father.

You didn’t wish to be feared. You didn’t wish to be hated.

You only wanted to lead a life of your own – and from this point onward, you could only pray that you’ve made the right decision.

[lhkdanimations]

I redesigned Tootsy Wootsy out of boredom and made a AU at the same time while listening to some music. (Specifically Big and Loud)

The AU is called Inani-mate Revolution!

Click more to learn about this AU!

It's a AU where basically, before Pesty Besties, Tootsy Wootsy co-owns a little clutter of Inani-mates with Flamina, and eventually got caught into the competition.

And while he mentions that Inani-mates like the sensation of confetti'ing, that still means unaliving before his eyes. When it was his turn against Nickel Jr., he fails. However he had the chance to get away, and took it.

He manages to escape but that isn't without an injury. (Note: I didn't draw his injury, I'll do so later on-) And I'm guessing you know what happens next, Tootsy Wootsy starts a revolution against the contestants.

Though this AU is only a concept, I wanna see how y'all think about it! Feel free to repost this as I want people to know about this AU!

[sixeyesgojo]

butterfly birthday

☾ Summary: August 3—Yoo Joonghyuk’s birthday, a date that used to be so trivial to him. ☾ Characters: Yoo Joonghyuk x reader ☾ Word count: ~900 ☾ Content warning: slight spoilers for orv, mention of blood, mention of death, character death, mention of a funeral, angst ☾ Author's note: angsty drabble for YJH's birthday 2023.

The sun blazed from above, a light breeze grazed his sharp features and raven hair. It was almost insulting that the weather was this nice. Joonghyuk took every step with difficulty, the black combat boots he usually wore felt heavier than a mountain. The long black coat seemed like a prison and the belts on him like shackles, binding him to the abyss he found himself in.

And yet, his steady but slow pace led him up the mountain, all the way to a certain cliff. His scarred hands carried a bouquet of sunflowers and a slightly yellowed card. Joonghyuk stopped in front of a shaped stone, a monument in remembrance of someone he cared for. For a moment, he gazed at it. Memories flashed inside his mind and he had to take several deep breaths to push them to the back of his mind again.

August 3—Yoo Joonghyuk’s birthday, a date that used to be so trivial to him. He never understood how you found joy in celebrating the day he was born. When he asked you about it, your face lit up. Your smile could have rivaled the brightest stars in that moment, he was sure. “I just love summer… because you were born in summer, Joonghyuk!” was all you said to him in response. Back then, he just scoffed. After he saw how much joy you felt celebrating with him and the others, his birthday became something more enjoyable to him. Just as you managed to soften his rigid heart a little bit, the happiness was ripped away from him. After all, fate dictated that it wasn’t appropriate for a regressor to be happy.

Crouching down, Joonghyuk placed the flowers in front of the tombstone and brushed his calloused fingers against the engraving that bore your name. He had brought sunflowers because they were your favorite—you had told him that they reminded you of happier days, summer sunshine and in turn, Joonghyuk. The black-clad man sat down and leaned against the stone. Your contagious laughter plagued his mind. Now he wished that he could hear you wish him a happy birthday once more. Just once was good enough for him. But he was too well aware that he couldn’t.

Han Sooyoung had vanished soon after that incident, mourning in her own way. The people whom he loved and who loved him the most were gone. Now he was truly alone in this world. So what was he living for? What was his purpose?

He fought hard not to think about that day, but the images flooded his mind: the monsters, blades that were pointed at him, the crimson color of blood that was splattered everywhere and the lifeless bodies that were scattered as far as the eye can reach. Joonghyuk struggled to suppress those dark memories by thinking of happier times. He recalled the way your eyes would narrow whenever you laughed. But each of these memories were followed by a gruesome one. His mind whirred from one image to another, back and forth. It seemed to fight itself, thinking of you: from your smile to you screaming at him to warn him from an incoming slash attack, your reprimands towards Dokja whenever he behaved recklessly to you jumping in front of him to take the blow in his stead, from your caring nature to your corpse that Joonghyuk retrieved from the battlefield, from your devious grin whenever you pranked Dokja or Sooyoung to the moment your coffin was lowered into the ground on a rainy day. The agony he had felt during your funeral—he remembered as if it happened yesterday.

The onslaught of memories—both good and bad—continued and he wanted everything to stop. As he mourned you, a thought popped into his head: If Joonghyuk brought him back, would he find a way to bring you back too?

His tired eyes looked at the sky as if it would provide an answer to his question. Then he looked at the slightly yellowed card in his hand; it was a card you had written for him ahead of time.

Dear Joonghyukie, It’s not your birthday yet but I am already writing this card! Who knows when I’ll find time again to do so. We’ve been terribly busy surviving in this world and I am eternally grateful to have found you and the others. It’s a blessing to be with you—I really enjoy spending time with you all, even if it’s just figuring out the best way to overcome the scenarios, fighting together or coming up with plans on how to proceed. Admittedly, I was scared of you at first but I quickly realized that you’re a good person. You just express yourself differently. I know the world has been cruel to you but I hope you’ll never lose your flicker of hope and your fire. As it’s your birthday—and you’re very dear to me—I wish you the happiest birthday. Looking forward to all the birthdays we get to spend together! Love, Y/N

“Thank you. Happy birthday to me,” he whispered after having read your birthday message. Those were words he rarely used. And now he hoped you heard them, wherever you were.

Shortly after he uttered these words, a blue-winged butterfly landed on the bouquet he had brought with him. Ultimately, it found its place on his nose. That was the moment he knew: You had heard him. And he smiled.

[billygoat26]

I’m gonna throw a fucking building at someone…

TRUMP SHOULD NOT HAVE PRESIDENTIAL FUCKING IMMUNITY FOR THE SHIT HE DID!!

Oh my fucking god�� if he gets re-elected I swear to all that is holy-

I think I’d rather die than have to live with the shit he’s gonna do…

[conquerthroughfear]

Business hours

Where: The Kit Kat Club, Zoreta's office Who: Zoreta (@allwiredwrong)

Ironmonger wasn't proud to admit she fucking loved the part of her job where she got to hurt people. There were few times where what she did felt like she was doing good. She was doing the right thing, she was convinced of that, but killing rarely felt like she was adding anything good to the world. Just taking bad out of it.

She realized that, at the end of the day, the jobs she took from Zoreta were still that. But at the same time, knowing who she was doing it for, knowing why she got sent after the people Zoreta needed gone... Iron had come to the Kit Kat often enough, albeit under a different name, and the girls there had been nothing but sweet to her. Even if she'd paid them for it, that meant something to Amara. And that, in turn, meant it felt like she was actually doing some good whenever she took one of Zoreta's jobs.

All the same, manners hadn't really been part of her training, so she all but threw open the door as she marched into Zoreta's office.

"Sup," Iron sighed, flicking her eyebrows along with her greeting. She halted in front of Zoreta's desk, crossing her arms.

"Wanted to see me?" She raised an eyebrow.

[mysticalibra1994]

Pokemon, Japan, and Neurodivergency

So, ever since I heard (recently) about Satoshi Tajiri having a special interest in collecting bugs (and is confirmed to have autism), this got my interest piqued for the new game(s) of Pokemon (mostly Violet for personal reasons). ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You see, ever since my diagnosis of ADHD as a little kid, it felt like I was the last person on Earth who had it. However, when she was alive, my mom was the only person who understood what I was going through during my struggles.

From before to middle school, I was medicated for it. But, ever since they increased the mg on it, I had my first dizzy spell in my middle school library. When I told my mom about it, she weaned me off of it. Ever since I lost her at age 12, it felt like someone hit a huge reset button and I had to start my life all over. High school wasn't easy with it, either. It felt like I only had one nice teacher; my History teacher. Of course, this may be a bias due to History being one of my favorite subjects (Art and Reading). But I believe that it's more than that, I had a teacher who never berated me for showing signs of ADHD.

Unfortunately, I had to change schools because the staff knew that I was struggling, but they didn't do anything to help. Of course, I've felt saddened having to say goodbyes to my friends, but what's done is done...

During my first enrollment in this new school, I was a little nervous and afraid that it would be a repeat... But it wasn't! I actually felt accepted! No, more than that. I felt normal without even trying... My own version of "normal". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now, you may be wondering "What does this have anything to do with Pokemon Violet?". Well, it has something to do with the headcanons of the students being neurodivergent.

1.) Nemona - There are some headcanons of her being on the spectrum because battling is her hyperfixation and she simply wants to share it with the people she truly cares about. Also, she may have some physical therapy for her arm due to her brace/compression glove.

2.) Arven - "He's off in a flash, the second something new crosses his mind". Stop me if that sounds familiar... Also (depending on the version of the game), he has mother/father issues and his Pokemon/dog being sick/injured (and maybe at that age...), we could tell that he truly cares deeply for his emotional support Pokemon...

3.) Florian/Julianna - Since we're playing as these characters, who's to say that they're not as neurodivergent as us?

In fact, who's to say that Naranja/Uva University has the majority of neurodivergent students with understanding/supportive staff?

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Now for something serious...

In Japan, having an open and honest discussion of the importance of mental health is considered taboo. Instead, they have a store that sells syringe charm necklaces, pill capsule earrings, and T-shirts with words like "Sweet Death" or "Please, Help me!" in Kanji and pastel glitter. The main reason why they refuse to talk about it is to "save face" (or "to avoid embarrassment"). Think about how it was never easy to bring up our neurodivergencies to others...

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With all of that set in mind, I believe that playing video games that have support characters with unspoken neurodivergent behaviors and main characters who fit into the "silent protagonist" trope is the only way for people like us (neurodivergent people who are afraid to ask for help due to personal reasons) to escape the harsh realities of the fact that we KNOW that the world isn't made for people like us.

[ishytori]

There is one thing I'd like to discuss [2]

Here I've explained why unnamed vampire boy isn't the same innocent victim like Astolfo and his sister were. Lets look did Astolfo become the same aggressor as unnamed vampire boy.

If we resume all vampire boy did there are three things:

Killing innocent people.

Getting pleasure from torturing someone weak and defenseless.

Maniac friends.

Let's begin from the end.

Does Astolfo have maniac friends?

No. He has no friends T_T The most close to maniac are Gano, Ogier or Charles, but Astolfo doesn't have good relationship with any of them. Yet he was close to Roland before their conflict and tried to follow Roland's moral guide.

Does Astolfo get pleasure from torturing someone weak and defenseless?

No. He enjoys fighting and killing vampires. Which are stronger than humans. Unlike vampire boy Astolfo doesn't seek a weak defenseless prey. He's seeking a stronger opponent.

I guess being able to win a fight and kill a stronger vampire helps Astolfo not to feel as a prey himself, like it was during a Parade of Charlatan, for example. I really love how Mochijun uses perspective to display moments when Astolfo feels himself as a strong paladin (angle from below, Astolfo dominates Noe) and as a defenseless victim (angle from above, Astolfo is dominated by Charlatan).

The most close to tortures situation was with one of dragoons:

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut! First: it was already a dead body. Second: we will come back to dragoons later.

And here in Gevaudan we see that Astolfo is still kind with someone really weak and defenseless. I reeeeeeeeally love this panel! I think little Anna reminded Astolfo his sister T__T

So, unlike vampire boy, Astolfo:

Doesn't have maniac friends.

Doesn't torture someone weak and defenseless. Yet he seeks a strong opponent to fight and kill. And still Astolfo doesn't lock defeated vampires in dungeon and doesn't torture them with knife or acid or something else before every breakfast and dinner. After all he has gone through he still just kills them. He even doesn't try to do this in more sadistic and painful way, Astolfo just wants to kill vampire as quick as he can. And this is a deep difference between him and vampire boy, who really enjoyed Astolfo's and his sister's suffering and tried to make it as long as he could.

About killing innocent people: I think I'll wright another post ^^ It requires more words and screenshots ^^ Sooo coming soon!

[sleepy-bi666]

what if tigerclaw died as an apprentice? (also hurtcember day 11)

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Tigerpaw hadn't expected that kittypet to be this strong, he thought to himself as he struggled to his feet, blood dripping from his stomach.

"You're hurt. Stop moving," Bluefur says sternly as Thistleclaw goes to get some help.

"I'm fine-" The fierce apprentice begins to respond before he collapses to the ground.

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"He's not going to make it, is he?" Leopardfoot asks sadly.

"No, I'm afraid not." Featherwhisker says sadly.

Leopardfoot sighs, her ears drooping.

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Sunstar blames himself for making Thistleclaw Tigerpaw's mentor. Maybe this wouldn't have happened if Sunstar had chosen a more gentle and compassionate mentor, but he would never know.

[beezoobledoodles]

Prev - next

(flash back??)

[genius-in-training]

He's dying or close to dying

"W-what?!"

*Yi now looks really worried. She grabs her cane, going to Mikey as fast as she can*

[astarionbae]

inspired by the tik tok question: send me one of my ocs + 🥀 and I’ll tell you who in their fandom would stay at their grave the longest