#tw death //

[clandestine-sadboy]

I remember the exact day. The exact time. The way the weather felt. I remember my entire thought process. I remember breaking down screaming until I lost my voice and how hot I was, my skin felt like it was on fire. I remember crying until I fell silent and I was paralyzed for two days staring at your photo. I remember the anger the sadness the confusion and the inability to believe.

It’s been 6 years and I still relive the day over and over and over. Why the fuck did it have to be you?

Trey K.

— Nitya Prakash

[sstteeffp]

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[its-a-me-dre]

I've had it.

Just when I thought I'd found a human specimen that could match our superior intellect and scientific knowledge, they come out with "The human body is weird, man"

Yes, I know that, that's why I'm asking you about it, you nincompoop.

I don't know how a human being would react to such an unserious answer, but as head scientist and leader of a highly advanced society far beyond the dreams of these hairless, bipedal freaks, I found this greatly frustrating.

The urge to strangle this... this.. microcephalic, halfwit cretin of a "man" grew within me but I would not give in. I would not continue the violence perpetrated by my forefathers across the galaxy, I would not maim, I would not beat, I would not bare-handedly dismember other species over minor vexations like a brute.

Which is why, while telepathically typing this statement into my cyber-logbook, I calmly reached a hand down to my ultra-belt to retrieve my ray-gun and shoot the motherfucker like a civilized alien despot.

Seeing inside a human skull through a ray-gun wound did however, spark a new, curious and infuriating thought in me.

The human body really is weird.

“Let me get this straight about you Earthlings. You cannot drink water from the most abundant source on your planet because it is 3% salt, yet you can easily process various poisons like capsaicin, caffeine, and menthol, with no harm and even some benefits?” “The human body is weird, man.”

[j3al0usyy]

i need a shot

idc if it is alcohol or bullet

[star-struck09]

I grieve the little things I did not get to say to you and the things I never will.

[agoddamnedrayofsunshine]

This video also provides some excellent advice on protecting your rights even after your passing. It's a heavy topic but very important, please watch it.

Before January 2025:

If you are a USAmerican in a relationship that might be affected by legislation that dissolves same-sex marriages, who may no longer be recognized as next-of-kin, especially if you have children, get your rights in writing!

Your marriage certificate may not be enough to prove you have rights to make medical decisions for non-biological children or for a same-sex spouse or partner.

Go to a lawyer, get it spelled out as clearly as possible that you have a voice in emergency medical and legal situations.

[whumpetywhump]

Heartless City - Ep. 20

[justdrawlynn11]

…

Part two of this post about the Fazfighters Au…

Sun was not saved… and Moon is devastated by this fact…

His best friend is gone because of him…

[dicediceking]

Two New Chapters!

Chapter 14: Falling and Chapter 15: Party

Here it is

My Inanimate Insanity murder fic

Staring Paintbrush

[eyeballs-in-my-head]

How do you think MK would react to finding out the truth about how Macaque died?

Knowing that he's wielding the exact same weapon? Do you think he'd feel how actually cold it is in his hands from then on? It's always cool, but after knowing, would he feel a different kind of frigid than before?

Or in quiet moments when he's alone he'd sit thinking and his eyes would unconsciously search for any history of that battle? Gold cannot rust, so it'd be easy to spot.

Also, since we're at this topic. Imagine if Wukong initially hasn't cleaned the staff for...well, gods know how long, because he thought "that's the only thing left of him". And, well, he didn't want to get rid of..."him"

On today's episode of: I'm Sad So I Need To Make Everyone Else Sad Too So We Can Suffer Together <3

[nshtn]

I admittedly am not into DC comics all that much, can you tell me why you like riddler? :)

Allow me to explain with photos from Riddler Year One, the Edward Nashton I love the most.

The orphanage drugged him. They didn't get him a diagnosis, and let him suffer in silence away from others, watching them suffer and die themselves of hypothermia and addiction. The staff forced him to commit acts of violence against animals. He has medical trauma from the medication and shots for the rat bites. He self-harms and has survivor's guilt for living past the orphanage onward into... what he perceives as nothing - not good enough - barely surviving day-to-day. He's autistic, has OCD, and he's got C-PTSD. He's shy and wants to be connected to the world so, so badly that it hurts. He has symptoms of psychosis. He gets chronic migraines. He used to be an addict of Drops because the orphanage pushed them on him.

He is so very painfully human.

He wants to make people happy - he wants to prove to them that he is good enough, that he's worth the interaction, not just some Drophead who roams the streets in search of a new victim. Please, please be his friend... please - he follows people home just trying to build up the courage to say hi, my name's Edward, he mentally begs people to smile back to him on the train. He's very insecure and has little ego at all, but he's a savant; a tortured genius.

He is pushed into murder by his own deeply concealed homicidal urges borne of his petrified repression and the sanity-rending truth that the orphanage was no more than a rich man's tax grift. They corrupt his idea of justice into bloodsoaked vengeance culminating, ultimately, in the death of the rich man who stole everything from him.

[star-struck09]

I miss you so much I think I may go insane from it.

[azureandcrimson]

House.

During the Brotherhood, I would like to think Macaque and Wukong lived together. I feel like, Macaque defiantly did. Especially after Wukong was trapped under Five Phases Mountain because Macaque had to take care of the mountain and monkeys by himself. But after Macaques death, and the Journey was finished. When Wukong came back to FFM. All the monkeys had swarmed him. Asking 'Where is Macaque?' and 'He disappeared!' 'He hasn't come back' 'Were worried' Wukong didn't answer them. He couldn't bear the thought of telling them he murdered his best friend. So when he had gotten into the house, and Macaques things were still there. Left. Abandoned. A bit messy. But with Macaques faint scent still all over the house. Wukong had a full on breakdown, finally fully processing what he had done.

[ivanttakethis]

End of Round 30 - Tov’s Log

Cirrus (57) vs. Tov (43) -> Cirrus Win

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Hope is not enough.

Love is not enough either.

Not even something as sacred as faith is enough to survive.

To be reborn.

Tov never wanted to win Alien Stage.

She just wanted to live for her loved ones.

Maybe that was why she was here now, at the end of Round 30, staring up at a 14 point loss.

57 - 43

She didn’t want the right thing.

Thinking she could love or hope or pray her way into winning was foolish.

And she would pay the ultimate price for it.

Tov didn’t believe in the Great Anakt, even as a child. She always hoped that when she died, she’d somehow be returned to the stars, rather than to the heavens that supposedly lay beyond them.

I suppose I’ll know soon enough…

She tried to clear her mind. To settle into something more peaceful.

But it was hard with so many things crowding her thoughts, vying for the last of her conscious attention.

Nyx’s smile.

Dian’s teasing.

Tallis’s eyes.

Solei’s light.

Aurien’s steadiness.

Wren’s laugh.

Cassio’s last words to her.

“No matter what happens tonight, I’m proud of you, Tov.”

It was hard not to think of everyone she loved.

Everyone she would leave behind.

She couldn’t change anything now though.

Her fate had been decided.

All she could do was embrace the end and wait for the silence.

Tov steadied herself, took a deep breath, and looked up at the stars.

She wanted them to be the last thing she saw. Before whatever came next.

Tears pricked at the backs of her eyes.

Her heart wedged itself in her throat.

Is this how you felt, Himei?

When you were up on stage and saw the final scores and knew you were about to die?

What were you thinking about as you took your last breath?

What did you see when you looked up at the sky?

Did the stars show you something?

Tov hoped that wherever she was going, she would still be able see them.

If she could, then maybe everything would be okay.

Her eyes landed on a constellation.

The slightly misshapen star.

The one Himei named after her.

Please…

She prayed.

Let this be a swift and painless death.

I don’t want to suffer anymore.

This is my last request.

It all came to an end so quickly.

The bright and blinding death of a star.

A loud crack like a lighting strike.

A searing pain carved its way up her right side.

Tov’s world tilted on its axis.

And then.

Nothing.

“Tov?” A familiar voice called through the fog.

Something nudged at her side.

“Tov? Hey, wake up.”

It — a hand, she thought distantly — nudged her again, harder and more persistent this time.

Tov grunted at the unwanted contact, already missing the deep sleep she’d been abruptly awoken from.

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and took in her surroundings.

I’m… back in Anakt Garden?

Tov blinked away the bleariness clouding her vision and looked up.

A canopy of broad, green leaves stretched out above her, branches swaying gently in the wind.

Sunlight danced across the grass in pinpricks, like stars in the night sky.

Eden. She thought.

I’m under Eden Tree.

The realization felt comforting, in a way.

Eden was safe. Nostalgic.

An encapsulation of her childhood.

But how did I get here?

“There you are.” The same familiar voice teased, much closer now than before.

“You’ve been out for a while. Did you sleep well?” Himei asked.

Tov opened her mouth to respond, before clamping it shut with an audible click.

Wait—

Her heart skipped a beat. Maybe two.

She definitely wasn’t breathing anymore.

Slowly, she lifted her head from where it had been resting on a shoulder and her gaze met a pair of dark brown eyes and long lashes that she’d only ever see again in her dreams.

“Himei?”

Himei smiled at her, “Of course. Who else would it be?”

A deep ache took root in the soft tissue between Tov’s ribs.

Her voice trembled in its wake, “H-How… how are you…” How are you here? How are you alive? How is this happening? “…feeling?” She settled on.

Himei tilted her head slightly to the side — a question all on its own — and a few short curls of her hair fell in her face.

Brief memories of Round 24 flashed before Tov’s eyes.

Her new haircut.

Her struggle to survive against Cirrus.

Her desperate smile right before it was all over.

Himei is dead.

But if I’m here with her, that means I’m dead too.

Right?

The mere thought was paralyzing.

She died on live broadcast, in front of thousands if not millions, including the people she loved.

They would suffer in the aftermath of her death just as she had suffered for the ones lost before her.

She was just another trauma to them now.

“I’m fine.” Himei said, oblivious to Tov’s unfolding spiral.

Tov’s eyes snapped back to hers, stunned to silence.

Himei’s gaze held no deceit, only the kindness Tov knew better than the back of her hand and missed more than anything.

Something in her core cracked.

Fine.

Himei was feeling fine.

Himei was feeling fine.

And Tov…

Tov wanted to scream.

Tov wanted to scream and cry and laugh until she made herself sick.

She wanted to rip at all of her seams.

She wanted tear something apart with her teeth.

But she didn’t do any of that.

In the face of her best friend, her first love, happy and alive and safe—

Tov crumbled.

Her resolve broke into a watery mess.

She was tired.

So, so tired.

She just wanted to be held.

She just wanted to rest.

Tov closed her eyes again and leaned against Himei’s shoulder.

Her throat constricted as she pressed closer to her warmth.

The ache in her chest worsened.

“I missed you.” She said, holding back tears that threatened to choke her.

Himei hummed at the admission, warm like the Sun. “I know,” Her hand gently smoothed down Tov’s braids and she sank into the feeling. “I missed you too.”

“But it’s time to wake up now.”

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It’s not fucking over yet!!! TRUST!!!

Tov may not have won the season, but I’ve had some ideas for her beyond Season 39 for a while now.

Her loss just forced me to get my ass in gear and make those plans a reality!

I also need a Tovallis reunion, so Tov can’t go anywhere yet 😁

Everything will become a bit more clear in the next log. Stay tuned!!

Himei and Tallis belong to @lookatmysillies.

Nyx and Dian belong to @rockwgooglyeyes.

Solei belongs to @solei-eclipse.

Aurien belongs to @aurienneirua.

Cirrus belongs to @cirrusoftheclouds.

Tagging: @billwasnot @sotogalmo @junebluues @4listr @geospiral @starry-skiez @tsukacchako @pwippy @waterydream @daiki1k @season39

[sailoryooons]

Getting personal about grief under the cut because I need to ramble and word vomit a bit.

TW: Death, grief and suicide mentioned

I lost a longtime friend to suicide Wednesday evening. It was abrupt, unexpected, and incredibly jarring. It was a friend that I didn't talk to particularly often, but someone close enough to me that it has cut deep, and has me wondering if I had interacted a little more often or checked in just a little more if I wouldn't be grieving his loss.

A large part of my relationship with this person was rooted in grief when our best friend died when we were sixteen. Five of us became four of us, and as sixteen year olds trying to navigate the brutal and sudden death of someone we thought would be a staple forever bonded us in a way I will never have with anyone else.

And now... he's gone. Five of us became four of us became three of us, and I don't know what to do with that. Like what are you supposed to do when someone who felt like a co-survivor with you is gone? Because that's what it feels like - like I lost someone I survived something with.

If I have learned anything the last two days, it's that sometimes you just do not know. You can ask all of the questions and say all of the right things, and still you just... won't know.

Grief is weird. I feel fine and then I'm upset. I have five hours of normalcy like nothing happened and then I go through a stretch of sadness and agony. I forget then suddenly remember.

I just... needed to word vomit.

[a-manicured-lawn]

MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

OH GOD HOW IT HURTS

HOW I LOVE IT ANYWAY

Day 7 of my personal Whumptober! Im going out of order if you cant tell, dont worry about it- im already late so its FiNe