#death ideation cw

[the-real-loser-otaku-girl]

Guys! Im just like a dog lol! So cute! Put me down! Ahahah! Wanna euthanize me now! Ahahah! Im so happy! Just a dog! Ahahah! Very sick tho so put me down!

[lcbyuri]

S o Col d! So Sorry! H ahah! Should Have Died! IShouldHaveDied! I should! Have Died! I must Die! MustDieMustDie! DieDieDieUselessDieFailureDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieMustDieDieDieDie I will! See you soon, Gregor! Are you waiting?

[sandswirls]

picked these two boogers out of my brain

[cjcroen1393]

This idea popped into my head this morning and I spent most of said morning working on it.

Kieran denies that he has depression by showing the League Club his vent art. Predictably, this fails to convince them and all it accomplishes is making them MORE concerned for him.

Edit: Forgot to color Ogerpon’s dot thingys

[what-have-i-unleashed]

13 sadist

okay so this is the last mtt request i'm gonna do. please don't send any more requests lol i have to focus on my own fics 😅

13. gods - jang yunjeong, hwang seyoung (original by newjeans)

Once you play God, once you play God They're gonna crumble one by one Then we gon' ride right into the sun Like it's the day my kingdom come

PROMPT: SADIST

(cw: death, blood, suicidal ideation, they're freaks and somehow horror is the normal one here)

the blood on the floor is still warm, and so are the bodies littered around the room. the smell smells faintly of copper, which only gets overpowered somewhat by the smell of smoke and cigarette and cheap booze. killer leans back on the plush couch, legs stretched out, a bottle of vodka in his hand.

“alright, babes,” he says, a smirk on his face. “this is a job well done. how do you feel about a game to keep the night going?”

murder, who is standing idly at the corner of the room, looks at him under the shadow of his hood. “here? really?” he jerks his head towards the pile of bodies in the room.

“why not?” killer grins. “it’s not like they’re gonna complain.”

horror, perching on the bloodstained sofa, scoffs. “fine. better than having nothing to do.”

he motions murder to come closer. after a tense silence, murder trudges towards the duo, plopping his behind on a clean section of the rug. killer hums a happy tune.

“let’s play something simple. truth or dare. if you don’t answer the question or do the dare, then drink a gulp of this.” he waves the bottle around.

“no shot glass?” horror pipes up.

“no need.” killer laughs. “we’re all… acquainted here, aren’t we? what’s wrong with a little indirect kissing?”

murder eyes the bottle, which is still full. “doesn’t sound like a bad punishment there.”

killer grins, leaning forward. “then you have nothing to lose, right?”

*****

the first few rounds are light, with much teasing from all parties.

“killer,” horror calls out. “truth of dare?”

“hmm, truth.”

“why are you always storing your specimen jars in my closet?” horror narrows his eyes in an intimidating look, but it has no effect on the other skeleton.

“because your closet is huge,” killer says, tilting his head. “and your annoyed expression is always the best.”

the next rounds continue in the same lighthearted, playful tone. murder dares horror to untie his shoelaces with his mouth, prompting a disgusted look on horror’s face and a muttered curse as horror downs a large chunk of the bottle. killer dares murder to draw a smiley face on the floor with the almost dried blood, and murder does it with a twitch in his smile, afterwards smearing killer’s cheek with leftover blood.

the vodka gradually dries up as the night goes on. the tension between the trio slowly loosens as the space is filled with laughter and half-drunk insults.

“murder,” killer calls out after three-quarters of the bottle is gone. “truth or dare?”

“dare,” murder says, his words slurred as his head drops on the coffee table.

horror has to take a pause when killer’s eyes gleam with something manic. the void-eyed skeleton grins. “punch a hole in that mirror.” he gestures towards the only hanging mirror in the room.

murder doesn’t hesitate. stumbling, he shortcuts to where the mirror is and punches his fist through it, a satisfying crack echoing in the space. as he hangs his arm to the side, trickles of blood can be seen dripping steadily from the cuts in his hand.

horror turns to killer. “was that really necessary?”

“necessary? no. fun? hell yes.” killer gives him a large smile. “besides, don’t you love it when he gets like this? next time, you can actually dare him to step on those glass shards.”

horror can’t shake off the sudden unease gripping the inside of his ribs, but he can’t deny that what killer suggests sounds pretty entertaining for someone like him. his singular red eye follows murder as the hooded skeleton drunkenly goes back to his spot. murder rests his head under the soft fabric under horror’s seat, and horror can only stare, something dark rumbling in his chest.

the game goes on.

*****

“okay, let’s up the ante here, shall we?”

it’s killer who says that after the whole bottle has been drained. horror is feeling fuzzy now, practically lounging on the sofa – he’s a lightweight, go figure. but killer seems completely chill, and murder looks as if he hasn’t even had enough yet.

killer pulls out something shiny in his jacket, and horror takes one look at it and sobers up immediately.

a revolver.

“game’s all fun and all,” killer says, a feral grin blooming on his face. “but it’s getting… boring, don’t you think? let’s make it more exciting.” he spins the cylinder lazily. “truth, dare, or…” he stops the spin with one finger, the barrel pointing at horror. “take a shot.”

“what the fuck,” is all horror can say, the crack in his head throbbing.

“what’s the matter, egghead? you scared?” killer teases, his tone light but his gaze dark.

murder is the first to grab the gun, his hand surprisingly steady despite the amount of vodka coursing through his veins. “dare,” he says, almost too eagerly.

killer’s smile widens, leaning back on his couch. “pull the trigger.”

horror’s breath catches, but murder doesn’t flinch. he raises the gun, presses it to his temple, and pulls the trigger.

click.

the silence is deafening. murder lowers the gun, a grin splitting his face. “your turn, killer.”

killer idly grabs the gun, spinning the cylinder as though it’s a toy. he presses it to his skull and pulls the trigger.

click.

he laughs, then slides the gun across the table toward horror. “well?”

horror doesn’t move, his hands gripping the fabric of the sofa. “this isn’t a game anymore.”

“of course it is,” killer says, his voice mocking. “life’s a game, and you’re playing one now,”

murder leans into horror’s space, his grin taunting and his breath smelling of vodka. “what’s the matter, horror? don’t think you can handle the odds?”

all of a sudden, the room feels too small, too hot. horror sweats as he stares at the revolver. he can’t back down. not now. not when they’re both watching, waiting for him to show weakness. his hand trembles as he picks up the gun, the cold metal heavy against his palm. he spins the cylinder, presses it to his head, and pulls the trigger.

click.

he lets out a shaky breath, his hands shaking as he sets the gun down. the other two are watching him, their gazes sharp and hungry, and he hates how they look at him like they’ve won.

the game spirals from there, each round pushing them further, testing who will falter first. killer laughs every time the chamber clicks empty, his grin careless, as if death is a game he can never lose. murder’s manic grin turns sharper after each round, his eyes burning with reckless abandon. and horror, for all his composure, feels himself unraveling with each pull of the trigger.

by the time the sun rises and shines a light through the cracks between the blinds, none of them have died. murder is fast asleep, curling on the floor like a cat. horror is wide awake, eyeing the revolver in the middle of the table with much dread and disdain. killer stretches luxuriously in his seat, fake-yawning.

“that was fun,” he says, propping his chin on his hand. “we should do that again some time, don’t you think?

[putridement]

lord,

i beg you to give me the strength to unalive myself.

[lcbyuri]

Self preservation isn't cowardice it's what all humans are deep down. You should allow yourself that breath of air. To be what you truly are. Selfish like everyone else.

selfish...

[mermaidlighthouse]

Ok so I’m gonna recenter the “indestructible little fucker” moment around Ed…yes it’s obviously directed at Izzy and in a literal sense about Izzy but it’s also about what Izzy represents in Ed’s life, Blackbeard, it’s just further confirmation that the only escape for Ed from the persona of Blackbeard, the darkness, is his own death

Even when he thinks it’s gone, when he believes it’s dead, it’s comes back and hurts him…

From Ed’s perspective, he’s tried allowing himself to find the fun in pirating again when he’s teaching Stede and found that when he’s exposed to the darker elements (Calico Jack) he’ll fall right back into the old patterns, he tried doing what just makes Ed happy and it left him broken, he’s tried accepting that even if his dream of running away with Stede and leaving the past behind didn’t work he can still be Ed and while still dealing with his heartbreak is told Ed’s not good enough

He’s exhausted and depressed and he just wants to be Ed but past experience says that’s never gonna happen, even when he’s imagining his idealized versions of himself (the rich fancy man, the innkeeper) he uses the cover of Jeff because Ed’s not good enough for those things…

Ed’s also offered the outside iteration of Blackbeard (Izzy) the opportunity to kill him and even that escape from the pain, suffering, and darkness wasn’t given

So when Izzy appears and shoots him, it proves that Blackbeard is a looming spectre he can’t evade or outmaneuver, it’s indestructible. And it’s further justification for his decision to remove himself from the equation.

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

The Lake

cw : mention of sh ideation, major character death

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*♡♡♡*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

There's a nice dock that sits at the entrance to the nearby lake that bordered the Ministries property. It was a hot spot for siblings and ghouls alike, especially popular amongst the water ghouls, fresh and salt water alike.

Dewdrop, newly transitioned, thought he could find solace in the lake. Especially since it was his favorite spot to visit to clear his mind.

Ever since Papa Terzo died and half the pack was subsequently killed, especially with his forced elemental change, he only found grief in the lake.

Today wasn't any different, as his legs dangled over the docks edge, the cold water lapping up his claves, the tide occasionally pushing against his knees. This place was vacant, it being February, the dead of winter. How ironic.

Call it an impulse move but, as he was reflecting on his grief and loss, and the immense body pain that never left, he wondered if he could end it all himself. He had looked at the thought from afar, eyeing it but not approaching, her siren like allure a trick. He knew that. At least; he thought he did.

So why did She look at him with such pity?

Pushing himself with his hands against the old wooden dock, he lowered himself into the freezing water and let the dark coldness take him.

[putridement]

suicide is the only emergency exit.

[plethoraworldatlas]

Mouthwashing Fansong recommendation!

The brilliant artist behind "Falling Apart", "Not Smiling Inside", "Scared at Night", "The Pressure Multiples", and too many more to count has returned with a new masterpiece! This time, the brilliant KryFuZe has entered the tragic and grim world of Mouthwashing with "Wash it All Away"! This new song centers the resident Nurse of the Tulpar, Anya.

Master of emotional songwriting, KryFuZe nails it once again with the overall tone and meaning behind the lyrics. Anya was a woman who was filled with determination, but who has come to suffer greatly and feel the weight of the world crush her and send her declining into her darkest moment; This song captures that flawlessly.

The beginning Melody has this broken ukulele like sting, calling to mind a jingle used to advertise a tropical vacation; Much like the broken entertainment screen's somber and broken beach. Throughout the entire song, the hard and soft beats are perfectly timed and blended to tell its story. That story being of the final moments of Anya, from her perspective; I don't say this lightly, it feels like her final words, her final note.

Anya is so complex a character, and "Wash it All Away" expresses her and her struggles with deft and grace. All within her final moments, her strength and personality, her pain and coping mechanisms, her burdens and tribulations, her decline into her worst day; All of it woven into the lyrics without a word wasted and filled with symbolism.

Let me showcase a brief segment of the lyrics, which is difficult to choose simply because of how well everything flows together;

"But the Case is locked and my Soul is dead/ And I can't fight off what's in my head/ I wish I could wash away/ the sins of yesterday

Though deeds don't make us who we are/ No one can deny the scars/ There's a dead pixel for every star/ But the stars have all turned Grey"

In terms of visuals, while at first it may seem like a standard lyrics video, the backgrounds are full of meaning. The final sights of Anya, from her point of view in the medbay put the listener even deeper into the song's story. The song is a heartbreaking letter, from someone who has faced the horrors and had their will and sense of self ground into dust by tragedy.

At the time of writing, the song has been released for barely a day. So please please PLEASE; If you are looking for a song that captures the game Mouthwashing with its brilliant writing and layers of characterization, or otherwise feel for the song's themes, give this song a listen! KryFuZe is tragically underrated, trust me you won't regret listening to a master at work!

[skygent]

Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss Hug It Out Prompts

Today at work I got to thinking about expanding my Hug It Out fics to other fandoms aside from Amphibia and Owl House and decided to start drafting up some ideas! These are all rough concepts right now and could change as they are refined. In case you don’t know, Hug It Out is a series of fics I have meant to be hurt/comfort fics for you! No matter what you may be going through. Some of them are interconnected in their own continuities but they are all meant to stand on their own.

Spoilers for all released Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss content as of 8/11/2024. Emily: Fallen One day while out and about, you discover that the seraphim Emily has fallen into Hell in the aftermath of The Show Must Go On. Acting quickly, you take Emily back to the Hazbin Hotel and try to help her adjust to her new surroundings and come to terms with being cast out of Heaven. Vaggie: Phantom Pain CW: Blood, Panic/Anxiety Attack, PTSD, Death and intense scenes of violence and peril One night at the Hazbin Hotel, you have a PTSD induced panic attack when memories of the night of your death come flooding back. Thankfully, your friend Vaggie is close by and dealing with these kind of episodes is an all too familiar experience for her Beelzebub: Slow Down While planning her next big party, Bee struggles with her self image as the fun party girl who is always in a good mood as the pressure of being helping her friend's escape from their day to day stressors starts to get to her. Verosika: Every Note A reader x Verosika continuity. You are upstart musician who has managed to enter a relationship with Hell's most famous pop star: Verosika Mayday. One quiet night after Apology Tour, you two have a talk about your shared passion for music and the healing power of creating art not just for yourselves, but others. Charlie and Vaggie: Better Off CW: Self-Harm, Blood, Suicide Attempt/Ideation One night, you decide that your parents; Charlie and Vaggie would be better off without you. Thankfully, before your attempt succeeds your parents find out what's going on and stop you, comfort you and start making plans to get you the help that you need. I am open to requests regarding characters and subjects you’d like to see, just let me know! My inbox is open! (I have a lot more time to actually answer now too!)