#vine of death

[bamsara]

Sleepy gods. Some stuff in the future of The Rehabilitation of Death.

POV the object of your affections nightmares presence gives you a good night's rest that you haven't had for centuries and vice versa, wyd

[zluty-spendlik]

Oliver Banks my guyyy

I didnt wanna do anything too edgy, even tho he is the death guy, he used to be an accountant, right – besides, the end is like super passive and doesnt need to bring attention to itself, so i thought "yeah nothing flashy" BUT THEN i came across this sweater online and was like nghhhhhhhh yeah i HAVE to do that

[velichorus-k]

The second installment of this comic right here. In which the gang hangs out :) pages under the cut!

[missfisherandjack]

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (2012-2015) ↳ 2x10 Death On The Vine

[zimt-deathnote]

I watched some vines lately and--

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[5hrignold]

aarrggggg

[incorrect-agatha]

Lilia: Hey, could I get a sip of your water?

Rio: It’s not water.

Lilia: Ah vodka, I like your style-

Rio: It’s vinegar.

Lilia: Wha-

Rio: It’s vinegar, pussy.

[louisupdates]

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Seven 7 Management on Instagram [18.10.2024]

[duskybunn]

Oof. This was a tough one to make.

Audio starts halfway, more below the read more.

It's been hard lately. I generally don't swim in the angst pool often because I'm so susceptible to drowning, but I had this idea for a while and channeling my pain into it was a little helpful.

I have this headcanon that because technically the threat of the Dead Three is taken care of, Withers can no longer willy nilly just revive the group. This death? It's final. They knew that going in.

But maybe. . maybe Astarion can believe in the gods one more time, if it meant getting her back.

Ophelia is mine. She is a bard. 🖤

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

SANTA MUERTE

by Iren Horrors

[innerchorus]

SOON.

The blurb (according to Google Translate) says 'The resurrected Parsian warriors stand before Arslan and his companions!!'

[vinestaffery]

On pleasing demand, I am here once more to deliver more angst. Since I love it so much and so does everyone else. some bits are written from medkit's and broker's point of view at the start, but it will slowly shift to yours!! enjoy!!!

cw/tw: character death, signs of potential abuse/neglect(?), mentions of injury from another proceed with caution and care!

Scythe wasn't taking anything okay anymore, and she's gotten rougher around Medkit and Broker.

Broker would struggle handling her tempers at points where he didn't know what to do.

Medkit suggested taking a break for Scythe.

Good grief. It was a bad take and ended up bad for Medkit.

Thrown out because he suggested it, it ended up with him now staying with Sword more than with the other three.

Broker ended up leaving himself and staying with Zuka for a bit before finding a proper area to take shelter in.

Scythe was becoming more... explosive, dangerous

She was taken out of the gang! Matches a few times because she had nearly harmed Boombox to the point of recognition.

"I'm too tired to fight anymore,"

"Broker."

"We can't do anything to help her, look at her!"

"You wouldn't understand how it's like to have someone walk out on you,"

"But it just… I just can't handle it. She's gotten more worse and we are sitting here and watching."

Broker and Medkit would have long talks with eachother at nights

Their worried, really worried

Your not there anymore to help support Scythe anymore

So what's the point?

You were the light in her world, and you walked out on it.

When Vine Staff told you about the serious injury she had gotten from Scythe

You panicked.

Was she actively looking for you?

Was she trying to harm people you loved and cherished?

Vine Staff reassured you it was nothing like that at all

Infact, it was because she was upset that you had disappeared

"Dearie, you know how much Scythe appreciates you, maybe you should try approach her this time?"

You were surprised!! To see her again?

"Are you joking?"

"[…]…"

"There is barely a person in her anymore, Vine Staff."

You were deny any chances of seeing her again, but it wasn't too long till Medkit was invited over.

God was he relieved to see you

It ended up being more of a nicer talk with him rather than a forceful one

Turns out he found it understanding and that it was okay for you to leave for your own sake

But leaving out of nowhere was a no-go, specifically for Scythe

"It wasn't suppose to go this far."

"You know how she is, especially with news such as that,"

When Vine Staff had come home that one day, with a large wound, you really wished it didn't go this far to hurting a companion

"I'm too tired of this,"

"So am I, just like how I am with Subspace's worthless attempts at capturing me and taking out 'revenge,' but we can't have everything we want."

His blunt attitude always felt like home.

"She can't keep doing this, she just can't."

"Then come home, and then maybe this all can end."

You took that hope, even though you were at your wits end.

The rough sound of sizzling coming from the home was pushed over with clashing. The tension in the air was palpable as you made your way back to the source of the conflict.

The smell of burnt food wafted through the air, adding to the chaos of the situation. You knew you had to intervene before things escalated further. As you entered the kitchen, you saw the source of the conflict - a pot left unattended on the stove, billowing smoke.

"Scythe?" You called out, hoping to get their attention before the situation got any worse. The sound of footsteps approaching indicated that they had heard you, giving you a sense of relief that the situation might be resolved before any real damage was done.

"What." Scythe turned to face you, their expression a mix of annoyance and surprise. "I just got distracted; I didn't mean for this to happen," they explained, gesturing towards the smoking pot. You could see the tension in their shoulders ease as you reassured them that everything was under control.

It had looked like she had completely forgotten who you were; did she not find your presence familiar? The sound of her tail-shaker sensed an obvious threat and danger towards you. She spat with venom in her words. Her hostility grew ever more.

"Scythe, it's me," you muttered. But she continued to glare at you, suspicion evident in her eyes. It was clear that something had changed in her demeanor towards you, and you couldn't help but wonder what had caused it.

"What do you want? I thought you wanted to never see me again." Her words cut deep, leaving you feeling bewildered and hurt. The distance between you seemed to grow wider with each passing moment. You looked away in disdain.

"What? You just going to stand 'der like a lost puppy?" There was nothing familiar about this Scythe at all. She was cold—not the kind-hearted woman you used to know before. You realized that the warmth and familiarity you once shared with her had vanished. She was replaced by a sense of hostility and indifference. It was a painful realization that left you feeling lost and alone in her presence. "Scythe? What happened to you?" Your words were hard for her to comprehend. Scythe's eyes hardened, a flicker of recognition passing through them before being replaced by a steely resolve. "I've changed," She said it simply, her voice devoid of emotion. It was clear that the person you once knew was gone, replaced by someone unrecognizable and distant.

"I've changed, and I'm not even sure who I am anymore. Broker left; Medkit left. Everyone left." She placed a cold cup of alcohol down. Taking a deep breath, you tried to find the right words to reach the person who seemed like a stranger now. But as you looked into her eyes, you realized that this was a battle she was fighting alone, and all you could do was stand by and watch.

You sat next to her on the dusty bar stool. Feeling helpless, you silently offered your support, knowing that sometimes all someone needs is a listening ear. The silence between you spoke volumes as you both navigated the uncharted territory of change and loss together. "We've both changed."

"I harmed you; I broke your promise, Angel Eyes. I broke everything." Her tone spoke of long, restless nights. "We can't change the past, but we can move forward together," you whispered softly, reaching out to hold her hand. "I forgive you, and I'm here for you now." The weight of her burdens seemed to lift slightly as she squeezed your hand in return, a glimmer of hope shining in her tear-filled eyes.

"Ya, promise? Angel Eyes?" Scythe gleamed.

"Promise, Scythe. I'll never leave your side," you vowed, feeling a sense of peace settle between you both. The bond of trust and understanding between you spoke volumes as you both navigated the uncharted territory of change and loss together.

But that was only nights ago. Scythe stared at her bloodied blade as she let out somber tears. The weight of her burdens seemed to return, heavier than before; she had killed you. All because you had decided to protect the flower demon that you considered family. Something she wished you considered her.

"Angel Eyes, oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, my angel eyes." Scythe's voice trembled as she whispered your name, regret and sorrow evident in her every word. The bond you once shared is now shattered, leaving only heartache and a painful realization of irreversible consequences.

RUNS AWAAYYYY

[qsmpincorrect]

Phil: Where are you?

Chayanne, in bed: I'm almost there!

Phil: SWEAR TO ME!

Chayanne, still in bed: I swear!

Phil: *throws a rock through Chayanne's window, hitting him in the face*

Chayanne, still not getting up: Ow! What's your problem?

[fandom-chameleon23]

i actually need to bite charles edwards’ forearms

[missfisherandjack]

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (2012-2015) ↳ 2x10 Death On The Vine

[foxspirit1928]

Miss Fisher Snippets (219)

From the archive – Miss Fisher Fandom 30 Day Challenge, Day 8 Saddest episode. This is what I wrote in the original Tumblr post on 09-Feb-2015.

“As an immigrant myself (from a Southeast Asia country to the U.S.), the topics of where one’s loyalty laid (or where it was perceived to lie) during wartime as well as the struggle of being completely integrated into and accepted by the adopted country are very intriguing to me. Even though this was a fictional situation set in a time period almost 100 years ago, and thankfully I haven’t encountered similar situations in real life, I sympathize with the pain and suffering inflicted upon the Voigt family. The world is full of people who are loving and embracing, but there would always be small groups who are ignorant, biased, resistant, and hostile toward the “outsiders” like those in Maiden Creek. Like Jack said, ‘May we never see the likes of her again’.

What’s tragic was that Valma was also a victim herself. Both her husband and son were killed in the war; the heartache and despair drover her over the edge and killed Mikael Voigt, a German immigrant who triggered her hatred toward the enemy country. Sergeant Ford and Dr. Ryan sympathized with her and helped her covered the truth. Ten years later, when Oskar Voigt suspected the real reason of his father’s death, Dr. Ryan had to kill him to keep the secret from being dragged out. Their actions were inexcusable, but the circumstances were sympathizable.

Thankfully, there were also some lighthearted and romantic moments woven into the storyline, like Jack coming to Miss Fisher’s aid after receiving her encrypted phone call, Hugh’s proposal to Dot, and Miss Fisher putting the new hat on Jack. These moments injected some warmth into the episode and lifted our mood a little.”

(Posted 16-Nov-2024)