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Kings of Death
[note: Johnny Silverhand is dead, and I thought you might need something to make this day sadder so here it is. You're welcome]
#cyberpunk 2077#cp2077#male v#johnny silverhand#kerry eurodyne#silverdyne#kerry x v#kerry x johnny#CW death themes#CW suicide imagery#suicide imagery#Death themes#my art
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love trial [from oct/2022]
#umineko#umineko no naku koro ni#sayo yasuda#yasuda sayo#zepar#furfur#umineko spoilers#cw hanging imagery#cw suicide imagery#jichanart#fun fact the filename for this is 'gender' which is pretty on the nose lol so this gets a matching caption to the twt post
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Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 3
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deep breath
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cosplayer: me
photography: romujo (ig)
evoker model: skookumprops (ig) (etsy)
uniform pattern: @indigojinjo
#persona 3#kotone shiomi#cubey's cosplays#really proud of this colour grade tbh#cosplay#cosplayer#minako arisato#hamuko arisato#gaming#persona 3 cosplay#persona 3 portable#cosplay photography#cw suicide imagery#ITS CHRISTMAS AND WE’RE IN TARTARUS
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someone pls teach him proper trigger discipline
#friday night funkin'#fnf#pico newgrounds#fnf pico#pico's school#woe funny newgrounds guy be upon ye#pico fnf#friday night funkin pico#newgrounds#friday night funkin#cw suicidal imagery#? i guess. is that a tag i hope so#cw suicidal ideation#cw guns#i love drawin him with blank eyes tbh it looks fun#this was jsut gonna be a doodle but then i put too much effort into the lines and it was over#based on his down sprite in the funkadelix mod. i thought those looked fun and went into a fucking trance and drew this pls help#moon art
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Little accidents. A fatal misstep.
Heartbreak taught you well.
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1:43 pm
#cw suicidal imagery#omori#little mari au#omori basil#omori mari#omori hero#omori kel#omori aubrey#omori sunny#my art#from my omari au hehe
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#artists on tumblr#collage#religious imagery#judas iscariot#davedrawsstuff#no image description#suicide cw
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Henry Bemis from The Twilight Zone 's 1959 Episode "Time Enough At Last" is autistic-coded (before autism was even a discussed and understood diagnosis): the gifset
People always talk about the protagonist of the original series episode "Minitature" being autistic-coded, but what about Henry Bemis, the protagonist from one of the most famous, if not the most famous, episodes? I've always felt a lot of sympathy with him, despite other people finding him awfully unlikable - including even other fans of the show.
As an autistic person myself, I can see some of myself in him, too, including the rather grim measures he is at one point considering going to, once he is all alone in the world... as the unfortunate reality is that autism can be a terribly lonely and alienating neurodivergency, and there is therefore a disturbingly high rate of suicide among autistics. As much as I love celebrating autistic joy, acknowledging our unique struggles is of paramount importance, too.
#henry bemis#time enough at last#autism in fiction#neurodiversity#twilight zone original series#the twilight zone#old sci fi#autism headcanons#autistic coded characters#suicidal imagery cw#suicide mention
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I did everything and anything for you, Happiness without you just isn’t possible! [...] There’s no world in which I’d give you away, Aaah, this sweetest Neverland!
#sighs. finally posting these#all my hkai pieces from neverland by deco 27#this is all claires fault actually /j#ive had brainrot about that song for a whole month now so go listen to it#cw suicide#<- in the imagery#cw flashing lights#<- for the song#cw blood#cw eye trauma#oh my god why are there so many#hkai#hoshino ai#kamiki hikaru#my art#ai hoshino#hikaru kamiki#oshi no ko#oshi no ko manga spoilers#described
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Your silent ghost Cole au is so interesting to me I’d love to hear more abt it if you wouldn’t mind
You want to hear about MY AU???? hehehe [brushes hands evil-y]
(TW: Suicide Imagery)
okey so. Silent! Ghost AU is basically:
How would the events of the show play out if Cole is forgotten the moment he turns into a ghost aka he is forgotten the moment he dies?
His “Turning into a ghost” happens way more violently in this scenario. Yang cuts his throat, and hangs him, making it look like a suicide, Cole is disoriented for a few days, not really aware of what happened. When he makes it to the bounty everyone thinks he is a ghost working for Morro. When Morro goes to attack the Ninja, noticing that the rest of the Team doesn’t remember Cole, he pretends Cole is with him, going as far as to call Cole “His beloved”.
Morro’s Plan? If the Team thinks Cole is important to him they will attack Cole to get to Morro. Cole will have no option but to defend himself in return… Besides, an earth Ninja on his side? The Preeminent would be pleased with him if he got the Earth Master on their side.
And since Cole was made Mute when he died, there is no way for him to ask for help. His plan is flawless.
The story is a rewrite of Possesed, Skybound, DotD, and hands of time. And is meant as a slow burn redemption Arc for Morro, in which he slowly realizes the error of his actions and stars falling in love with Cole.
Sadly for him, it might be too late when he realizes all the damage he caused, and Morro might end up having to ask for help to save Cole from the path he sent him in.
sorry for taking so long to respond. Also feel free to ask more questions! 🫣
#tw suicide#cw suicide#my art#Ninjago#Cole ninjago#silent ghost cole au#silent ghost au#ghost cole#cole brookstone#cole#Ninjago Au#morro ninjago#morro#morro wu#Suicide imagery
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Still images under the cut :)
#art#my art#omori#omori fanart#omori mari#omori something#tw: suicidal imagery#tw:suicide#cw: flashing#omori spoilers
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THEY ALL! OH YES! THEY ALL
REACHED FOR
THE GUN
THE GUN
THE GUN
Something about being a tool (and one in high-demand, at that)
#art#digital art#original art#original character#oc#my art#oc clint#oc flick#oc piper#oc raya#oc jules#oc trim#debacleworld#noose#cw noose#cw suicide#suicidal imagery#apologies for such a suddenly heavy piece i drew this at midnight in a flurry of inspiration after listening to the song for the first time#sidenote. apparently it is Clint's in-universe birthday today(october 12th)! happy birthday mooseboy.#i gave all my characters birthdays in like.... 2020. i dont think theyre still canon but it is fun to look back#anyways tell me if i need to tag the content warnings better
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#persona#persona 3#persona 3 portable#cw sui imagery#cw sui#cw suicide#cw suicide imagery#atlus#jrpg#rpg#gaming#makoto yuki#yukari takeba#junpei iori#mitsuru kirijo#akihiko sanada#ken amada#koromaru#shinjiro aragaki#fuuka yamagishi#2006#2010#psp#playstation portable
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This project is currently unnamed and very early, so I'm not sure about sharing it anywhere more official until I've written more and gotten a better handle on it. But I'm happy with it so far. Synopsis: A suicidally depressed man discovers a dying fallen angel in the woods. In nursing it back to health, he not only finds a reason to keep living, but discovers a darkness in his heart he'd never even imagined. Massive CW for suicide, depression, alcoholism, religious imagery, and a little gore.
Every day when the early morning sun was hovering just below the horizon (on the days he wasn't blackout drunk), Samson would put the noose around his neck. He'd originally tied it what, a month ago? It could have been two or three by now, as a cocktail of SSRIs and vodka had started to turn time into a haze of half-remembered days. The calendar on the wall was two years out of date, the clock on the stove blinked all zeroes after a power outage (he didn't have the manual to figure out how to reset it), and his cell phone was at the bottom of the lake out front.
Samson learned how to tie a noose in Scouts. Or more accurately, he figured it out himself fucking around with ropes while the other kids were following instructions. It had been a poor approximation of the real thing as used for generations of cruelty, but he'd tied it secure and gotten it to tighten around another boy's neck. It was a joke, obviously, but they didn't see it that way. That was the last time he went to Scouts, but only the first of many nooses he'd tie over two decades. This one felt nice and strong, secured to a beam in the roof of the old cottage's attic with a stiff hitch knot. It was an old polypropylene rope his daddy used to use to keep the boat in place by the docks. Maybe the reason he hadn't kicked out that stepladder yet was the image of this stupid fucking blue-and-yellow striped rope around his rotting corpse-neck when they found him, bloated and maggot-ridden and leaking fluids all over the attic floorboards. "What a pathetic bastard," they'd say, and they'd be spot on. But the walk to the hardware store was long, and he sold the truck to stock up on liquor, so he was caught between laziness and his last remaining shreds of dignity.
Today that shred went out the window. Samson found her number on the side of the fridge where daddy used to keep all his contacts (daddy always had a shit memory even before he got old, and he passed it on). He tried dialing it into the old landline and only realized he was still paying for that shit when the call connected and her voice came through loud and clear. "This is Cynthia Dawn, I'm not at the phone right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you." Her voice was soft like downy feathers and blindingly bright. The voicemail Samson left was probably worth a restraining order. So that noose was looking nicer than ever, and that stepladder was looking flimsier than ever.
Samson would never find out if he was really gonna do it that day, cause in that split second before, as he stared out at the sun rising over the lake, the room went ablaze with a light more effulgent than any he'd seen. In an instant his vision went white, only pierced by soft little pins of red and green and blue, like when you press down on your eyelids with your fingertips. No matter how tight he squeezed his lids closed, hoping to banish the flash, it was like he was staring straight into the sun. Tears started streaming down his cheeks and drenching his beard.
And then it was over. The light retreated out through the attic window, leaving Samson's world dancing with colours like an impressionist painting. He stood there a long moment, heart heating in his neck, mouth dry, wondering if he'd just seen God or if a stun grenade had been silently lobbed through his window. With shaking hands, he slipped the noose off his neck and climbed down off the ladder. He took a few tentative steps towards the window, pressed his hands against the glass, craned his neck to look out. The lake was so placid it was like time stood still, stained golden by the sun's rays spilling out over the horizon. Out to the left side of the cottage, the shed where daddy kept all his fishing shit back in the day. It was untouched, both by him and by whatever caused that light. But off to the right, where the woods sprung up around the old slipway, there was a dying remnant of that glow that bleached the leaves and filled the sky with an odd haze.
He grabbed one of daddy's rifles from the safe and slipped a hunting knife in his jeans pocket before setting off out the back door. The lawn that spread out from the cottage to the road was overgrown, dotted with those little white wildflowers. It would've looked picturesque, if it weren't for the rusting lawnmower, the dying garden twisted with weeds, the dilapidated guest house that hadn't been used in a decade. Actually, come to think of it, this might have been Samson's first outing beyond the cottage walls in weeks- he'd been subsisting on canned food, liquor, and over-prescribed Zoloft for god knows how long.
So for the first time in weeks, he walked down that old paved road until the sign for Fire Route 41 came up on his left, just past the slipway. The gravel road seemed to wind on for eternity through those woods, dotted with the occasional cabin that lay vacant- it was just coming up to the end of the off-season, and soon eager tourists would swarm the lake looking for a fantasy of the life Samson grew up hating. For now, though, the woods sat still apart from the glow that beckoned him.
The light faded as the determined man grew ever closer, threatening to be extinguished any moment and leave him at a loss. A few times, he wondered what he was hoping to find at the source of that divine glimmer. The face of God? Salvation? Some kind of science-fiction portal that could whisk him away from this existence into a more prosperous one? He clutched the rifle against his chest as he stood there on the edge of the woods, the epicenter of the glow just a few dozen feet away. It was waning dangerously low now, no longer capable of blinding Samson, leaving the spot looking like a sun-bleached photograph. Whatever he was looking for, he trudged ever closer to his prize.
And through the trees, in the underbrush, a thing unlike any that Samson had seen revealed itself. At first he wondered if an egret had been shot down, as a layer of downy white feathers was scattered about the trees like berries in spring. Just past the treeline, a pair of massive white wings spread across the ground, broken and twitching like a thing about to die. They glittered like fresh snow as he got closer, rifle raised to put the poor thing out of its misery. And then the wing shifted like a bolt of pain had rushed through it, and he heard a cry of anguish unlike anything bird or beast could produce. Something soft and melodic, like a piano screaming in pain but trapped by the beautiful temperament of its keys. And when those feathers moved away, beneath them, Samson saw a writhing, contorted body of nude flesh punctuated by cuts and scrapes that oozed a thick golden fluid. The bird-thing turned, craning its neck, looking up at the man that towered over it. Its lips were parted as if in prayer, its eyes staring down the barrel of daddy's gun.
Samson lowered the rifle as he looked into the face of God.
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#writing#untitled project#i hope somebody likes this!#i like it lmao#cw suicide#cw depression#cw alcohol#cw religious imagery
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an eye for an eye ☀️
#omori#sunny omori#omori sunny#sunny sightings ☀️#omori spoilers#cw suicide#suicidal imagery#noose#cw noose#hanging#cw hanging
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