#death / tw

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Apparently cooking pasta wrongly was an Italian war crime. It resulted in me looking at the news reading, “The president got unalived by the pasta mob,” or something like that because there was a cooking video of him with an old lady and the first thing he did was putting butter with uncooked pasta in the pan.

[kmesons]

the Sun will go down/everybody knows it

(referenced from Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan on 16 November 1581, sketch under the cut)

[pessimiavium]

☆Third Life Winner☆

Not sure how to tag gore, ig? So someone let me know if I'm doing something wrong...

The silly cat au strikes again. I should have taken a break, but I didn't. Posting two versions, I like the bright fur pattern too much not to :)

[whumpinthepot]

@febuwhump 2025. Day 4. Hive mind

Edited by @sternumcrusher

Content: tiny whump, death, gore, burning, confusion, fighting, suicide, (lmk if I missed any)

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A shock jolts through your brain, pain radiating through your core; like a snap, your thoughts are severed from the rest. You only know one thing. One horrifying fact.

The Queen is dead. 

The others surrounding you are just as stunned. What are you supposed to do? Do any of them know? No one has any sense of what they’re supposed to be doing, something you know despite the disconnect. 

Most are crying deep broken sobs that chill you to your core, some are flying erratically in every direction, as if the connection will come back if they just keep trying. The scariest sight is the ones who start fighting; at first verbally, then a shove, then strikes of pure frustration. With quickly trust deteriorating, they are at each other's throats. No one can tell them to stop. Without the guidance of your queen, the majority of you will perish. 

Fear rises in your chest; you could be witnessing the total collapse of your colony. 

You have to find your queen. She can’t be dead. This can’t be happening. Exactly like the others, you fly in a crazed state to wherever you think home could be, but you can’t remember; your perception of the world is deteriorating. It’s fuzzy, thick, and sticky, like trying to dig out a youngling stuck in honey.

You have no more coherent thoughts, your mind is filled with one need: find your queen. 

You can’t. There’s no way of finding her. 

Your queen is dead and you have no purpose. You are past the point of panic, the pain of the severing jolt seared into your body fills you with desperation, agony, loss. 

You see a bright light in the distance. 

With all the force your body has left, you rush towards it, picking up speed so fast your hair whips the back of your wings.You have to reach the light. Your body won’t let you do anything else, and anything your mind does is useless. 

As you near the light, it blinds you until your vision burns out; not that you could really see anymore.

You hit it with a splat. 

It’s so hot your skin starts to sizzle and bubble; the smell of burning flesh fills your lungs. Your hair starts to burn and melt together, sticking to your molten skin. With a dry throat, you scream so loudly your throat rips, the sound pierces your ears.

Except it’s not your scream; the sound continues even after you lose that ability. 

It’s the sound of the others. At least you still know where they are.

Your ears pop.

Then nothing. 

[dcwnfalls]

milo picks up the card , eyes narrow as he examines its contents , “ kim & penn architects ? how much debt will this put me in ? this can't be cheap , ” he slips the card into his back pocket . “ i'm not saying i'm against it , but my wallet is still hurting from opening this place up . ” milo keeps telling himself sales will pick up as they become more established — but the post holiday shopping lull has left january at a breakeven in costs . “ geez , i'm almost jealous of you . keyword : almost . not quite there yet . so like … are you bringing a neck pillow to showings ? taking a nap in the staged living room ? you car ? if you're ever in the neighborhood , the listening lounge couches are all yours , just an fyi . ” milo nods to the backroom , where he's been hosting listening sessions for anyone who will walk through these doors . “ me ? uh … i've honestly been pretty boring recently . just focusing on shop related stuff , meeting new people … oh ! i saw this absolutely gorgeous girl at the supermarket the other day . that's not really update worthy but that's how uninteresting things have been for me . ” 

“it  would  be  your  fault  because  you're  the  one  that  asked,  but  i  digress,"  hands  raise  in  surrender  before  falling  to  cross  in  front  of  his  chest.  “i  forgot  you  live  like  a  stereotypical  bachelor,”  chuckles,  “i  know  a  guy,  i  bet  he  could  hook  you  up,”  a  business  card  for  kim  &  penn  architects  is  slid  across  the  counter,  the  businessman  in  him  always  itching  to  come  out.  reminds  himself  to  text  sebastian,  let  him  know  that  he'd  made  a  referral  (  and  expected  commission,  too  ).  “what  have  i  been  up  to  ?”  takes  a  moment  to  consider,  continuing  with  a  sigh.  “digging  myself  many,  many  graves,  and  then  promptly  digging  myself  out  of  them.  i've  actually  gotten  pretty  good  at  it,”  or  so  he'd  like  to  think.  “also  trying  to  juggle  being  palmview's  best  realtor,  brother  and  funcle  duties,  and  having  a  social  life.  i  swear,  i'm  getting  max  four  hours  of  sleep  these  days.  i've  started  napping  between  showings,  it's  getting  out  of  hand.”  another  chuckle  as  his  he  rubs  the  back  of  his  neck,  hand  falling  to  gesture  opening  the  floor  for  milo.  “you  ?  what  have  you  been  up  to  besides  listening  to  records  no  one's  heard  while  you  lay  on  your  unfurnished  floor  ?”

[feefal]

Torn between life and death

[spamton]

i accidentally napped and had a dream (nightmare?) where a new update for stardew valley released where everything was the same except on a random day in year 3 Evelyn would just straight up die. There was a whole cutscene that started in her house where she collapsed, and then transitioned over to the hospital where Harvey gave George and Alex the worst news of their lives. However, they got to speak to her where she said something along the lines of "Yoba will protect me, and I am sure he will let me watch over you."

Alex and George would not talk to the player for more than a few words for a full season after this event. George would spend most of his time in the bedroom, so if you had less than 2 hearts with him, you could barely ever speak to him.

And Alex... oh my god, poor Alex. If you were married to him during this event, he just stayed in bed all day. Otherwise, if single, he would just stand on the beach most of the time, staring off into the ocean. If you tried to interact with him, it would just say "Alex is grieving... Better leave him be."

There was also other NPC dialogue like mayor Lewis saying "I haven't seen the community in this state of mourning since your grandfather passed..."

there was also a glitch where you could make Evelyn live forever and there were entire guides for the "immortal Evelyn glitch" that got patched out in the next update. If you tried to perform the glitch after the patch, mr. Qi would tell you that "hey, it happens to all of us. We can't prevent it, and neither can you, no matter how hard you try."

[compassionatereminders]

Hey did y'all ever think about that if doctors blame all fat people's medical issues on them being too fat without proper investigation and then feel justified in neglecting their medical concerns, then statistically more fat people WILL develop and potentially die from serious health issues and it might not actually be because of the fat when everything comes down to it

[destielmemenews]

"Former One Direction singer Liam Payne died outside a hotel in the Argentine capital Buenos Aires, local media reported on Wednesday, saying the 31-year-old British musician was found dead after falling from the hotel's third floor.

Citing officials, leading local newspapers La Nacion and Clarin reported that police were called to the hotel in the capital's leafy Palermo neighborhood responding to an emergency call that cited "an aggressive man who could be under the effects of drugs and alcohol.""

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[elizabro]

aaron bushnell knew exactly what he was doing. he states his intentions with total lucidity and sense of purpose. he knows what he's about to do is extreme--he says so. he speaks calmly, but he's clearly terrified. he takes a deep breath after pouring the accelerant over himself. he has to psyche himself up to light the flame. he struggles with the lighter. he says "free palestine" normally once before he starts to scream it. even through his agony he manages to say it one last time before he stops being able to speak at all. this is a man with total conviction. he wanted to help people, in any way possible. this action was a moral one, and any news outlet painting this as simply a mental health issue is a disservice to his memory. he knew what he was doing when he burned himself in uniform. he knew that there was a chance that sacrificing his own life could go on to save many others. this was the ultimate act of selflessness, and it should be treated as such. may he rest in peace.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

@pukicho was killed while wearing a Pikachu suit, and it was announced on this blog.

[podcastwizard]

ideal ways for me to die

1. old age, peacefully in my sleep

2. after a long and illustrious career i am at a rooftop gala hosted in my honor. i am wearing a beautiful gown, holding a glass of red wine, standing by the railing. a scorned lover approaches and, after a passionate spat, they push me over the edge of the building. the wine glass goes flying, splattering their outfit in red as a visual metaphor for the blood on their hands. as i descend my gown flies around me like two beautiful wings, a bird in flight. a photographer on the street manages to take a photo before i hit the ground and that photo wins the pulitzer. a new york times think piece is released regarding whether or not it's moral to profit off a photo of someone's death. the think piece also wins a pulitzer.

3. sex accident.

[decapod-appreciator]

might be heaven and it might be hell

[sherlockggrian]

71 with Scar?

#71 - A House in Nebraska / Ethel Cain

bro you have no idea how much this was destined for me, I have always associated them with this song. for all my fellas who've never gotten over 3rd life. I'm still in that sand castle.

[96z]

the fact that the report [ file available at the bottom of this page ] listing every person who has been killed in palestine since oct 7th is over 210 pages long is fucking insane. the first of the 88 names are from one family. after that, the following 72 are from one family. one family. i am asking you from the bottom of my heart, do not become desensitized to these numbers. 7,028 killed. 2,913 of them children. thousands missing under the rubble. do not ever let these numbers be anything but shocking and disturbing to you.

[420technoblazeit]

has anybody else seen the bit in tommy's new video yet. where he asks mumbo jumbo if he can revive technoblade with redstone. bc that actually made my jaw DROP hol yshit. the pause just before he says it. you can hear the gears turning in phil's head as he realizes what tommy's about to say. the immediate psychic damage. truly horrid thank you tommy. ik techno would be losing it over that joke