#tw : mention of death

[waokevale]

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Haha, you thought it was gonna be something wholesome? Nice try.

That's Pt 1. Of a comic I'm making. It involves Krobus and (I think you can guess who lol)

Anyways yeah, hope you like these! Took a while 😁

[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.

[yanarizaki]

CURRENT LOCATION: Cutie Mark Crusaders' Clubhouse, Sweet Apple Acres

DAYS SINCE OUTBREAK: 92 Days

As an MLP Infection AU enthusiast, I'm here to contribute my two cents where the CMC and the cake twins are alone and left to defend themselves (unfortunate accidental situation. The mane six were in Canterlot.). They find the cake twins and really, they can't leave them alone. Not when Mr. And Mrs. Cake were infected.

They're a lil' bit older in my au, about the age of teenagers but they're all still children. Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake are about 2-3 years old.

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[anantaru]

⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ synopsis. breaking up because he wants to keep you safe, right person wrong time, cw. angst, he's lying to you, break up, mentions of death, gn! reader

what if childe doesn't want to break up with you, yet he's also aware that someone being close to a harbinger was way too dangerous, keeping you as his significant other would be a death sentence for you— his enemies are countless, he doesn't fear them but you should. what if he cannot protect you? aside from that, even within the fatui, he cannot trust a single individual.

who knows if somebody was actually able to find out about your secret relationship and use it in order to force childe into doing something? blackmail him or threatening to hurt you if he doesn't comply? can he even come to your rescue then? just thinking about you dying in front of him makes him want to fall asleep and never wake up.

after he went through those multiple concerns spreading inside his head, trying his hardest to find a solution, or, an answer. childe ultimately decided to break up with you— of course, in order to protect you.

but what's worse than that is that the harbinger was aware that, if he was to say it's due to "keeping you safe" you wouldn't accept it and would probably change his mind.

the thought alone of you looking at him with those eyes of yours, with droplets of tears hanging from your lashes, childe would fall to his knees immediately and admit defeat.

what does he do then?

you see, he's lying, lying that he's fallen out of love with you, that there was someone else he's fallen for yet that person wasn't you anymore.

he doesn't feel anything when he looks at you. no love, no future, he doesn't want to touch nor feel you, hear or see you.

saying those words out loud, precisely to your face actually broke his heart into a million pieces.

childe thinks he's numb now, and his colleagues were already talking about how weidly ruthless he's gotten over the past weeks— more pitiless and bloodthirsty than before, like he's lost a part of himself after he's lost you, after he pretended like he cheated on you so you would let him go.

childe doesn't care anymore, you were the one reminding him of his humanity, but with you gone, what even was humanity to him?

he doesn't mind that you hate him now, to him it means that you'll never come anywhere near him anymore, he's succeeded with his plan on keeping you protected from harm— meaning, that you're finally safe now.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[spark-river]

Belphegor knows

Headcanon:

Belphegor is aware of a lot of his brothers' specific traumas. He tends to watch their dreams and even dissipates their nightmares, which give him a good idea of what happened and what they fear.

Of course he's not an all knowing genius. Dreams can be as much past memories as they're fears so he does take them with more than a grain of salt. (=Questions whether they're a real event that happened or something his brothers' minds might have created to deal with their trauma.)

When a nightmare correlates with his own traumas and fears he'll mostly just chuck a happy dream at them and leave to sulk, Beel is the only exception to this rule. (An example of this would be anything regarding Lilith's death.)

(When Lucifer dreamed about saving Lilith or not being able to save Lilith Belphegor never realized that Lucifer actually had saved her after the fall.)

Belphegor is aware of how much Mammon is scared of the witches. While he will tease him about it, when the intensity and frequency of dreams about them is increasing, he's the first one to alarm Lucifer.

He phrases it as if he can't be bothered to help but in reality he's just concerned, especially after what happened with Maddy. He's always on edge knowing his brother could get into so much worse trouble just by associating with witches. Even to him his 'scumbag of a brother' doesn't deserve all that.

[retrotrait]

I decided to remake my sim Ian, for Nicco's story line. So here he is. Ian is a rookie detective with the SMPD. He's been tasked to partner with Nicco. He, more than anyone wants to find out who is the crazed pyscho serial killer who's been off'ing people. He feels like somehow this killer had something to do with his sister's murder.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Prompt #1021

"You won't kill me."

"No, but I can make you wish I would."

[beautiful-basque-country]

I'd like to exhale my last breath looking at the sea.

[x]

[clownpalette]

You have to move on!

Fr revenge's tears is like the goriest story I have 💀💀 (spoiler) everyone dies at the end-

[fo-enjoyer]

Tag yourself and your partner ♡ /hj

[shaotie]

my art dump for my ao3 fanfic, Seven Years.

this post contains **SPOILERS** for Seven Years. see the tags for warnings.

masterpost for my rottmnt ao3 fanfics and art.

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Alone in the Med Bay

chapter 2 - It Begins

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"I'm tired Donnie."

ch 3 - The Whole Truth

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"Tell Them I'm Out or Sumthin'." (ch 9)

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I Lied, I'm Dying Inside (ch 12)

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Big Bro Bonding Day Ruined (ch 15)

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Feeling Fine (ch 16)

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"Call Draxum!" (ch 20)

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"I'm Sorry I'm Dying" (ch 29)

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Alone (ch 38)

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"Leonardo?" (ch 39)

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[imagionationstation]

12 Donnie 🎲

🎲 -> The most unlucky day

Leo's surprised when Donnie joins him.

He looks dead on his feet when he trudges into the kitchen. That's not surprising. It's almost four in the evening. He's up earlier than he normally is. He slumps onto a chair, laying his head in his arms and looking off at the wall, and Leo tries to recall when he last slept.

His sleep schedule had actually been doing better over the past few weeks. Leo watched him go to bed the day before. He'd been smiling as he did, helping Raph tease Mikey about the horror film that they'd watched. The eye bags were not this massive.

He contemplates saying something, but he's too tired to interrogate him over whether or not he actually slept. He'll save it for when Donnie makes it a weekly endeavor.

But, he might as well- 

"There was no nightmare." Donnie announces, sudden enough that Leo almost spills the tea. Dull gaze lingers on the neon sign. "Yes, my eye bags are heavy. Yes, I should head back to bed. No, I'm not going to. And no, I don't want to talk about it."

The building conversation sputters out.

Leo pours his drink. Donnie doesn't move.

Since his brother is clearly feeling moody, Leo decides to excuse himself to focus on more pressing matters. Namely-

"Can I join you?"

Leo looks at his younger brother. He doesn't look back.

Donnie admits, "I know you're going to watch Space Heroes and I know you got up this early so you didn't have to deal with us, but can you please make an exception?"

"Um." Leo's tempted to deny him, but he sounds so... Defeated. Wait. How did he know that? Leo never told them. He was always meditating by the time that they came out. He was careful. 

Double wait. Is he misinterpreting Leo's mornings of peace as avoidance? Sure, maybe they were a little avoidy, but not like that.

"Sure." He agree awkwardly. "But-"

"No negative commentary. No fun facts. No interruptions of any kind." Donnie hauls himself to his feet. His looks at Leo and the leader notices his reddened eyes before he turns away. "I know."

Leo's concern mounts. He follows him out of the kitchen. The tea is left forgotten on the counter.

He expects him to find a place on the couch to collapse, so he goes to claim his own area. He does not expect him to go to his room, come back with a blanket, and drop himself against Leo's shoulder in a suspiciously cuddly fashion.

His knees are tucked close to his body, arms closed in a self-hug. Up close, his younger brother looks pale. For more pale than he'd been the night before, worn down by an unexplained enemy. It makes the bags under his eyes bigger than he originally thought.

Leo watches at him. Donnie looks numbly at the tv.

Captain Ryan heroically proclaims the adventure of the episode as Leo sets the back of his hand on his younger brother's forehead. It's not warm. Donnie leans into the touch. Leo slowly removes it, and Donnie follows it momentarily.

He blinks, the haze gone, and pulls back.

Okay, that's it.

"Donnie," He says, cool. "What's going on?"

"I should have chosen Raph." His younger brother tells the tv. "At least he'd have given me a few hours."

"Too bad." Leo tries to meet his eyes, "You're stuck with me and if you don't tell me what's going on-"

"It's a time loop."

Leo pauses, "Excuse me?"

"I stopped counting a while ago." Donnie's tone is even, recited. "It resets every night at midnight. Renet won't tell me how. She can't tell me why. I lost track of days. I used to tell you guys. You never believe me. None of you eher bulieve me."

His voice stutters, wet with quiet sob. He inhales, shakily, repressing the weakness. “Y-You keep going out. You keep dying. I’d tell you not to go and you’ll go anyway. Someone has to die out there. Someone always has to die.” 

Alarm has Leo swallowing, heart pounding as his hand instinctively comes up to brace his brother. Donnie won’t look at him. “I thought it would be easier if it’s me. I thought maybe once it was me it would end. It didn’t end. I woke up!” 

His voice shatters. Leo furrows his brows, feeling less than half awake. The tv is too fuzzy to watch so he looks back at his brother, “I don’t understand.”

“You can’t.” Donnie admits. “No matter how many times I tell you… You can’t.”

Leo stares at him. Donnie pleads, “I can’t watch you die again.” 

Something deep in his being softens, recollecting old moments where a much smaller Donnie would invade his bed when his brain got a bit to much for him to handle on his own. He watches his eyes as they’re cloaked with tears and brushes his thumb against his arm. “It was just a nightmare.”

“It’s not.” His voice drops into a whisper. “It’s not. It’s not.” 

“I can prove it.” Leo prompts gently. He’s seen how bad his brother’s stress dreams can get. Not to mention the repetitive ones. Leo personally knows that those are always the worst.  “We’ll go out tonight. A quick patrol.”

“I want it to end. I want it all to end.”

“They won’t last forever.” He presses as images flit by on the screen. He’s missing the episode. “You’ll get through it.”

“I thought it would end if I was the one to die.” Donnie's voice goes flat, contemplative. “Maybe I also need to be the one doing the killing.”

“Hey,” Leo cuts in, startled. “Hey, hey, don’t talk like that. You’re going to be fine. You’ll get through this. That’s never the answer.” 

“I’m so tired of being mad at you.” Donnie presses further against Leo’s shoulder. He blinks, hazily, trying to remember why Donnie might be mad. What did he do this time? “I can’t keep hating you and then watching you die.”

Oh. Nightmare Leo. Right. 

“Gee.” He roll his eyes, fondly. “Good to know you’re consistent, at least.”

He turns up the volume, relaxing onto the cushions, leaning into his brother’s heat.

“I love you.” Donnie breathes, abruptly. “I don’t think I told you that yet. You’re a good big brother. A really good one. Even when you drive me nuts. You’re really great. A-and you try so hard for us. I know you do. There’s so much I need to thank you for-”

“As much as I’d love a long list of reasons that I’m great,” Leo murmurs, taking note of the wild burst of tremors. “You’re freaking yourself out. And that’s admittedly freaking me out. We can talk about this later, okay? When you’re less frazzled.” He wraps his free arm around him, rubbing the blanket. “I should have respected you when you asked me not to the first time.”

Donnie wipes at his eyes, “Okay. Yeah. That’s- that’s what I wanted.”

He sniffs. Leo suggests, “How about you get some more sleep? You look tired.”

“I’m dead tired.” Donnie agrees, sounding the part. He closes his eyes, beginning to nod off instantly, only to violently gasp back in consciousness. He doesn't even give Leo a chance to ask.

“Once I fell asleep and you left without waking me up. You have to promise that you won't do that again. You have to. Please?” Donnie tilts his head, scanning his expression desperately. “Please?” 

“I won’t leave you behind.” Leo sighs because it’s so not fair that his brothers are able to pull on his heart strings like this. “You don’t gotta worry about me.” 

He laughs, short and brief, but it doesn’t sound happy.

Leo tries to grasp the joke.

Donnie lets his eyes close, curling into Leo as he does. His older brother tucks the blanket further up his shoulders, leaning his cheek against his forehead. Absently, he wonders how someone so tall could make himself so small. 

“I love you,” Donnie whimpers, barely audible.

Leo smiles, grateful that he made an exception, just this once.

“Love you too, little brother.” 

Awe how completely and utterly fluff. Just two bros sharing some nice bonding time 💙💜 Nothing else happening here.

[skeletoninthemelonland]

It's 1am and i'm here thinking how messed up fnaf 3 really is

Here's what I mean: fnaf 1 does an incredible job at being eerie on the outside and traggic on the inside. It's the perfect ammount of it

Then there's fnaf 2 with its chaotic and overwhelming nature. There are just too many of them to handle at some point, which works incredibly well to make you feel tense and alert.

Then there's fnaf 3, with its silent first night. In a sense, fnaf 3 is infuriating because "these haunted animatronics keep coming back". The never-ending cycle. Kinda makes you feel a certain degree of impatience and annoyance. It makes you underestimate the situation.

But it stops being infuriating after you realize what — or who — you're actually dealing with. It becomes hopeless. It refuses to die. It refuses to die. It keeps refusing to die. It won't stop. It can't be defeated.

It stares at you, amused by your frustration. It's moving around, taunting you, laughing at your ugly face. It mocks you, infuriating you further, so much it's starting to become depressing. It purposely hides in the shadows, away from the cameras, whilist striving to have its presence noticed. What's wrong with it?

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Springtrap (the character apart from William Afton) is terrifying, but not because of his jumpscare or because he was actually the murder this whole time. He's like a symbol of said hopelessness and dread. He moves around like HE is the trophy. He got exactly what he wanted, whether it was to be achieve literal immortality, or to become this lurking, dreadful memory permanently engraved in people's minds. He is the Yellow Rabbit, standing above it all. He was remembered — his victims were not.

And you're just another one added to the pile.

[yanarizaki]

INITIAL OUTBREAK

The sirens started in the afternoon, and kept blaring for quite some time. At first, nopony knew what was happening and were confused before the hysteria and panic began after a pony started taking wild bites at others...

LOCATION: CAROUSEL BOUTIQUE

Sweetie Belle had been asleep until the sirens began blaring. She was supposed to do some chores today, but she feels it'd be better that she postpones them.

Rarity would understand, right?

LOCATION: NEAR PONYVILLE TOWN SQUARE

Scootaloo was in town running errands before the sirens started. She saw ponies running, and not wanting to wait around and find out, ran off.

She hopes it's nothing too serious...

LOCATION: SWEET APPLE ACRES

Applebloom was excited to be trusted home alone when Granny told her she'd be going into town to check on why the sirens were blaring. It wasn't until the sirens stopped the next morning and Granny Smith hadn't yet returned that she started to worry.

Her last words to Granny haunt her.

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[zimtlees]

So motivational

[greattigerssimp]

Okokok hear me out on this one

The boxers stranded on an island 😏

Will they survive or starve?

Boxers on an island! (If they were alone lol)

(Idk what the cover should be, soooo uh... pov: on a date with Don Flamenco at Culvers)

(Tw: mentions of death)

Glass Joe 🇫🇷 🥐

- He's not surviving

- If the fear doesn't get to him, the animals and inability to eat fresh meat and self-purified water will

- Would die on his first day, and would just cry and cry until someone either found him or he perishes

Von Kaiser 🇩🇪 🔩

- Physically he could, but mentally he'd be a train wreck

- His mental state could go either way... he'd either perish under the anxiety of being alone, or he'd go completely crazy and kill anything that moves or makes a nosie

- His initial plan would be to build a raft, but if that doesn't work, than he's getting shipwrecked and going crazy

Disco Kid 🇺🇲 🕺

- Imo I don't think so... his life is pretty ritzy and somewhat materialistic; idk if he'd survive... probably not

- His plan would be to signal for an aircraft or ship passerby by shouting

- If he'd die, he'd probably get eaten by an animal he thought was friendly

King Hippo 🏝 🦛

- Would flourish and live on that island forever

- Would re-establish Hippo society and would leave his career as a boxer behind

- Only thing that would kill him is an island intruder

Piston Hondo 🇯🇵🍣

- Absolutely would survive

- His short term plan would be to locate himself using the stars, build a raft, and follow the northern star to civilization- his long term plan would be to build a shelter and find/purify clean water

- Would def take shelter in a cave since I don't think he'd be the building type of person

Bear Hugger 🇨🇦 🐻

- Would make it out alive!

- Would befriend all of the animals on the island and use them to get back to civilization (Would absolutely ride a dolphin or an unrealistically huge manta ray back to NY and he'd act like it's normal)

- If he was ever gonna die though, it'd be because of dehydration

Great Tiger 🇮🇳 🐅

- Wouldn't he teleport out of the island and live???

- If he couldn't use his magic, he'd probably try building a shelter and fail at it

- Would def die in a unique way, like... idk like eating a plant that was poisonous

Don Flamenco 🇪🇸 🥀

- Just like Joe, but he'd also go completely crazy like Kaiser

- Would strangle a random animal out of pure rage of living in an unkempt island away from people

- Would die trying to swim back to civilization

Aran Ryan 🇮🇪 😈

- Ohhh the wildlife of the island should fear him

- He's killing everything in sight and then burn everything bc I hey hoooo I hc that he knows how to make fire >:)

- Would swim back to civilization but would never be mentally sound for it ever again... (as if he was in the first place)

Soda Popinski 🇷🇺 🍾

- Big ball of anxiety, would perish, but would at least try to survive

- Has no plan, would just keep himself warm, fed and hydrated until someone saves him

- 50/50 perish rate depending on if he gets saved

Bald Bull 🇹🇷 🐂

- Would survive... would take Soda's strategy and perfect it

- He would defend himself against the wildlife effectively and would keep to himself most days and nights

- Would absolutely get found, but would be the type of guy to NOT look pretty after surviving on an island

Super Macho Man 🇺🇸 🌊

- He'd think he could survive, but he can't

- His knowledge of island survival comes from Hollywood movies and shows, so... very limited.

- He would perish by making a makeshift surfboard, trying to surf to civilization, would ALMOST make it... but would perish before he even knew he was there.

Mr Sandman 💤 🟢

- Would survive, but only because he's popular and Mr. Dream would send a seven nation army to find him

- Actually would love to be stranded and alone... away from Mr. Dream, if he ever found himself in that situation (he won't verbally admit this tho)

- He would perish laying on the beach, resting until one of many wildlife dangers killed him or if he'd be found by Mr. Dream