#trigger death mention

[starspot-hub]

@smileduponyou continued { x }

The day had started out bad enough, waking up from one of his more violent deaths with a horrible nightmare on top of it. That alone had Kenny wanting to stay in bed and just avoid everyone, but soon enough his father had come barging into his room, screaming about one thing or another, demanding to know why he wasn’t up and out the door to go to school. As if he cared, as if he wasn’t just high as a kite and drunk off his ass. And it wasn’t even 8am yet. What really set him off though, was that his first period science class decided that today was dissection day. 

Kenny had booked it out of the school already on the verge of tears and by the time he’d found what he thought was a secluded enough spot he was full on bawling. His skin was crawling underneath his parka. The glint of the scalpel still fresh in his mind and making his tears fall faster. He  didn’t hear his name being called the first time, his heartbeat combined with his sobbing far too loud in his ears. It’s the second call of his name, and that all too familiar accent that finally catches his attention. The blonde turns, eyes red and cheeks stained with tears, looking up at Gregory with fear and confusion. What was he doing out here right now?

[ash-archive]

@masshirohebi | From

Ash had gone for a simple walk, he was well fed so he didn’t need to hunt at the current time. Simply enjoying the snow and the trees, winter being close to autumn as his favorite season. The colors never ceased to amaze him. 

Everything happened so fast. He was at peace one moment then on the ground the next. His head nearly severed from his body, by a silver wire still wrapped around him, in a vain attempted to kill him. His throat was the worst, he failed to notice the gashes littering his chest, a silver spike piercing his heart, holes in his wrists made by the same silver stakes and various other attacks. His energy spent as he struggled to stay alive. 

All he could feel was the cold, helpless as he watched the copper substance that was his blood taint the white around him. He didn’t know how long he lay there, hours, days, he didn’t know. Barely registering his dear one close and begging for him to stay. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words, only blood. He was barely there.

Talking with her underlings, they had set up a sort of base camp in the woods. Being nomadic since leaving their home, she did what she could to help them. That is when she noticed an oddly white serpent slithering at astounding speeds to god knows where. Recognizing it as one of Orochimarus, handing over control to someone else as she left to pursue the snake. 

Bending to snatch the snake form the snowy floor, wrapping the chilled reptile around her neck. Quietly asking it what was wrong, if it was Oro or Ash, if they were in trouble. Confirming her fears, she took off in the given direction. The snow hindered her ground movement so she took to the trees, flying through the branches towards her beloved friends.

[autobotstarscream]

Hard to kill.

A slippery bastard.

To Stubborn to die.

You where lucky.

All things Starscream has heard a million times. Repeated in different variations and forms, but with the same message. You should be dead, but somehow you're not. Starscream wonders, with this new knowledge about himself.

Wonders, how many of those close calls. Where not.

If that shoot that graced his spark chamber, actually hit. If that Crash had not fractured his head, but shattered it. If that blade hadn't-

He can't recall any of those accidents, can't remember his last moment before everything went black and he woke up again. He can't tell possible death apart from fainting.

He wonders.

Will there be a day, where he won't wake up?

[strxngemxgick]

@whomuses asked:  what is their idea of the afterlife?  does it scare them?

Meme /// Accepting

For as much as he has seen, Stephen has absolutely no clue what to expect when he eventually dies. Death, itself, isn’t frightening to him anymore. He knows that he’ll give his life defending his home, and the people he has come to cherish. To die in his line of work, he believes, is the best possible outcome, if he can’t live out the extent of a long life as a defender of his universe. He has stared death in the face many times, dying countlessly at the hands of Dormammu in the time loop he created, and as a result of the Snap at Thanos’s hands. He isn’t sure that there’s a way he can die that he hasn’t already experienced, so that unknown, he thinks, can no longer bother him. Pain was never an issue.

What really scares Stephen is the idea that his work will never be done. So, he knows that when he does fall, he will be leaving so much behind. He could be leaving so many defenseless. He could wind up dying before the fight is even done, and he dreads the idea of leaving as a failure.

More than that, though? He is petrified of dying alone...

[bi-rex]

Listen, ik this might come off as a little insensitive. It is absolutely not my intention to hurt anyone's feelings i just need to get this off my chest. Ik its an extremely delicate topic, and i do feel for the man's family, and i am by no means indifferent to his death but the whole Chadwick Boseman thing is getting to me. Like more than i thought it would. I can't open instagram because his face is plastered all over my feed and i can't stand it. I know the world lost an amazing human being and i understand that people want to express that but i literally saw like 5 posts in a row about it and it all looks so fake. Like shut up, i know that half of those people only feel mad bc there wont be any more Marvel movies with him. Nobody can feel so much for someone the only had a distant parasocial relationship to. just shut up already. We know. We’re sad. Keep your mourning to yourself especially if it is as superficial as some of the people posting about it

[technonewkid]

@youbxstards continued { x }

She’d relished every moment of her destructive rampage. Every body that fell before her, every scream that rang in her ears, and every plea for mercy that was thrown her way. Mirage would show none kindness those few nights, that beautifully bloody nights that, one by one, the Freedom Pals were wiped from existence. Only three survived her onslaught. One due to his immortality, and two because of her own twisted desires.

Of course, Human Kite didn’t realized Mysterion or Tooldshed were still alive. Not yet. She was saving that fact for another day, when her new pet was more well behaved and deserved to know two of his precious friends were still breathing. Though one not by her own choice. If she could find a way to rid Mysterion of his immortality she would in a heartbeat, but for now she’ll just have to settle for using him as a gift later on. Not like he knew Kite was alive either. Neither the immortal nor Tool knew of that fact. She’d made them believe the alien hero had died along with everyone else.

“Now why would I do that my dear?” She kneeled down to cup his face in her gloved hands, frowning slightly as she noticed the blood spatter behind his head and the red trail dripping down his neck. “You’re so misbehaved Kite. I thought I told you not to try and hurt yourself? I only have so much of Toolshed’s healing mixture left and you haven’t given me time to analyze it long enough so I can recreate it.” She snaps her fingers and a trail of black mist shoots out, wrapping around a small spray bottle before bringing it to her hand. She gently tilts the alien boy’s head and sprays the bleeding area, smiling once she sees the mixture is doing it’s job. “There we go. Now doesn’t that feel better?”

[absolute000]

university and school in general has gotten to the point where people would rather die and still no one bats an eye or demand for change in the education system. my friend who almost got hit by a car said her last thought was, “well at least i wont have to write the midterm this week” haha sounds funny but it really is not. its sad that people put a good mark above their mental health and life. im just tired of having to constantly put a number to my self value

[thebubbledome]

🐺- Would your muse consider themselves a lone wolf or a social butterfly?

[x] 🐺- Would your muse consider themselves a lone wolf or a social butterfly?

“Social butterfly, huh? Well, I definitely know I’m lovable beyond a shadow of a doubt~” Suigetsu winked alongside a toothy grin. “I’m social with those I accept around me, though they don’t always appreciate what I have to say.” He pouted a bit. “—and I’m pretty social with my opponents too, if you call taunting and talking to their dead bodies social…”