#death / tw

[sunbathing-cat]

Hunted, caught, killed.

Describe your OC's worst memory or experience in three words or less.

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

one of my favorite severely disabled & terminally ill creator going on hospice n dying soon n feel sad for her heavy for her unfair for her n glad for her that she get make this decision n hope she get die with a lil dignity

[neuroticboyfriend]

my abusive father got knee replacement surgery and ive been taking care of him every day for going on the past 3 weeks.

he's cleared to walk around and drive and at this point i dont know if he's just taking advantage of me. he said today that he's not walking around because a bruise on his leg really hurts.

he's going to be home until february. he's getting the other knee replaced too. which means i'll still have to take care of him.

this man has psychologically tortured me and denied me medical care even when it could have cost me my life.

and i have to put on a mask every day, be happy smiley and helpful, and do whatever he tells me to do. it doesn't help that i can't talk to my family about any of my own health issues, especially the mental.

i feel completely alone here, and like i dont even know who i am anymore. no wonder ive been dissociating and emotionally volatile this month, set on self sabotage.

i don't know what to do. everyone's counting on me to take care of him and i feel like i'm going to fall apart.

[artichokefunction]

your sandals are heavy, and worn, and the straps of them dig into your feet weird. you haven't found any better shoes then these, you've been looking. you are looking. most of the good remaining resources have been taken already, by people faster then you. you aren't rushing. you're looking for supplies right now, for your current colony. they didn't seem to expect you to return, when you went out on your own. they didn't believe you, when you said you're holy. holy, holy. this house isn't safe for humans anymore. the spores are too thick in the air. no one's been able to loot the cupboards. you've found some canned food, and one and a half usable blankets, and two bodies. long gone, long ago when mushroom growth replaced their organs and they stopped moving. their faces are beyond recognition. you gave them final rites, same as you do for every body you find.

you collect your things, you've gone through this house, you've got everything you can carry, so you leave. there's a zombie outside. only one, they don't often travel alone. that's interesting. it stands tall, it doesn't move toward you. that's interesting. it looks a bit like an old friend of yours, with what little you can see of its face. it stays where it is. you move towards it, slowly. mushrooms can't hurt you and zombies don't bite, you are holy, holy, and the sun is bright and cruel above you. it looks at you, with its one good eye. half of its face is annihilated by mushroom growth. porous and organic and waxy. it looks at you. it looks like your old friend. it doesn't move toward you. you stand in front of it. there is a spark of hope within you, for some reason. maybe you Know something. you call out its name. its head tilts to the side, like its listening. like its thinking. its mouth is fused shut by mushroom growth. it points, with a hand held together by fungus, at your bag. at its own old bag. you held onto it, you kept all the pins and patches, as best you could. you tried to keep it safe. you didn't take anything out. it reaches to the bag, it doesn't cross into your space. just gesturing with a knuckle, with a hand that won't open. you hold the bag forward- no, it moves its hand again, down and inwards- you hold the bag open, and it knocks its hand against the pocket that has spike in it. the tiny little plush dog. you remember his name, you kept him safe. you kind of want to cry. you take spike out of his pocket and your friend takes him, carefully held between two hands, and holds him against its face. it likes the texture. you remember. you're going to cry. you thought it was dead. it's still here, just like you. maybe it's been blessed like you have.

it follows you when you go to sit against the wall of the house, it sits next to you on the dirty gravel. it leans towards you, and you rest your head on its shoulder, and it rests its head on top of yours. sandwiched. you didn't realise how much you missed this. you try to get your breathing under control. it sits there with you for a long, long time. you thought it was dead.

eventually, the sun moves enough that your spot against the wall goes from baked in sunlight to cast in uncomfortably cold shadow. you should get back to the colony, you have resources. you stand up and you collect your things, and your friend walks by your side as you go. so you talk. quiet chatter, fills the space comfortably. you can pretend its like the old times. you talk about what you've been up to, about the gods that have chosen you. you can't really pretend it's like the old times. you keep walking and it follows.

it follows you back to your human settlement. you forgot they have defenses against zombies, they have two or three guys who take shifts in the sniper nest. you can't do anything as you watch your friend fall. you stand over its body, where it lies in the dirt, and- and- something blooms in your heart, in your chest. you Know it will be fine. you just need to be patient. you know this. you know this. you know, you don't know if you believe this. it's almost more than you can do, to turn away and walk to the colony entrance. you're clean, you're holy, they let you in. you drop your resources in the quarantine room and you leave. someone tries to stop you, someone tries to demand an explanation, you don't bother. you leave. you can't carry your friend's body in your arms. you're not that strong. you can't drag it by the ankles. you can't do that. you can't. you can hoist it up, just about, and stand it against your side. arm around your shoulder. you're not that strong, you start to falter after not too long. but it starts to lift its feet, groggily, just about. one step at a time. the two of you are holy, the two of you will be okay. the two of you make it to the shelter you had in mind. "shelter", its an old shed or something. but it hasn't completely fallen apart yet. there's walls, and more or less a door, and a roof over your head. you sit your friend against a wall, and you sit next to it. you Know it will be okay. it's holy. holy, holy. it's face has been demolished by bullet holes. the mushroom is starting to grow back already, you can see. you can see. you curl up against its side. you're not hungry, you're not tired. you're holy, you can make it on your own. you're not alone. you're not tired, but you can rest. you close your eyes and breathe. it's hand wraps around yours, slowly, and you hold it back. you're not alone anymore.

[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.

[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

[one-time-i-dreamt]

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

[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

[feefal]

A murder has occurred

[ngatwa]