#implied child death tw

[mothmanwarble]

In the Kaos’ Kastle level in Skylanders: Giants, there’s a hidden area called the Forgotten Sepulchre, and it can only be reached by falling through the floor in the Pushblock Challenge room as a Giant.

In the Forgotten Sepulchre is this hat:

…A princess hat.

A princess hat surrounded by—or rather, buried with—piles of bones in a long forgotten sepulchre beneath the castle that cannot be reached by regular means. It’s suggested that not even Kaos knows it’s there.

I often think about how one of the entries in Book of Kaos mentions Kaos allegedly having brothers. Perhaps he has other siblings.

Perhaps he had other siblings.

I often think about Kaossandra’s diary entires in the same book, in which she writes about the many times she’d cruelly lock up her young son in the castle’s dungeon for days on end, all because she considered him to be irritatingly inept at magic. I think about the Kaos Clan’s unfathomably long legacy of evil and the immense pride they have in their reputation as powerful wielders of dark magic. Anyone they deem weak is swiftly punished. Perhaps much worse.

Kaos ultimately proved himself to be both powerful and ridiculously resilient. But what about the previous children, of which I am sure there were several? The children that…weren’t as resilient. The children deemed weak and useless.

I often think about this royal family of Dark Portal Masters and their twisted dedication to ensuring that their family remains powerful by any means necessary.

I often think about the Forgotten Sepulchre and all those bones. I often think about the little green princess hat that no doubt belonged to someone.

I often think about this princess that Kaos never got to meet. The sister he never knew he had.

#whissu rambles #skylanders #skylanders giants #kaos skylanders #(sort of. this is mainly meant to be about sepulchre princess because she makes me impossibly sad) #implied child death tw #child abuse tw #heavy topics i’m so sorry #on my last replay of giants this room just blindsided me with the horrific implications #i’m thinking about posting a design for the princess on my art blog soon #edit: it’s been posted B) #i promise i don’t just talk about grim skylanders lore i Promise i have fun here

[ladyseidr]

@slaughterlocked asked: ❝ ❛❛ So you’re why certain rooms have felt so cold lately. ❜❜ [ for gf 👀?? ] ❞ ( haunted sentence starters )

HIM. The slumping figure shuddered violently, but not in fear. Head twitched to the side, voids where eyes should have rested directed toward him. She wanted to see him tore limb from bloody limb. ( He just wanted his father. ) She won out by sheer force of rage. "YES." Ethereal body rose, lifted like a puppet by its strings, weightless without purchase beneath. "AND Y-Y-YOU. . ." Jaw hung open, muddled voice seeming to fill the room rather than emanate from its source. "YOU WON'T ESCAPE ME."

Somewhere in the distance: heavy metal on floor, scraping and shifting on tile floors. ( Searching. ) "THEY'RE COMING." Tone almost mocking, a child's voice beneath the feedback. "RUN, RABBIT, RUN."

#☽—— ⸢ ask ⸥ #˖ ☼ 𝒸𝒽. » ( golden freddy ) #f n a f / #slaughterlocked #eyestrain tw #implied murder tw #implied child death tw #violence mention tw #((i'm unwell abt this btw fkdshflfkdshkjal)) #((i think she should get to kill him. as a treat <3)) #☽—— ⸢ queue ⸥

[monellian]

Loss.

#implied death tw #implied child death tw #undertale au #undertale #au sans #warrior cats #lust sans #warriorverse #Lust's expressions were sadder than i meant but it fits #i kinda feel bad ngl #but oh well #reaper sans

[fxllensouls]

So I’m guessing you and Petey left together then, right Shiloh? Because your items were found in Waterfall, so I’m assuming you guys made it that far.

“…Those guards always end up taking him, or something else happens...”

#anon #not so reckless bravery (petey) #honest truth (shiloh) #little dude just wanted to build a snowman :( #implied child death tw

[phoenixchick]

[A camera focus brings us into the scene. Niki is lying in bed, tossing and turning. Her mouth is moving, but no words form. A zoom into her face and a dissolve reveal the nightmare.]

[Vines. Vines everywhere; on the walls, across the floor, climbing furniture. They’re pulsing, and writhing, and an unnatural shade of scarlet. Niki sits in the center of it all, restrained to a chair by these vines. Her wings are damaged, badly, and where the vine has made contact with her skin there are large welts forming.]

[Over her stands Puffy, dressed in red and a manic light in her eyes. The vines cover her as well, though she doesn’t have the same blisters that Niki does. Her limbs move unnaturally, like she’s simply a puppet on strings. When she speaks, her voice is uncharacteristically rough.]

“Don’t you see, Niki? The Egg is the only way! It will put an end to your pain, you’ll never be discontent again. There’s no loss, no grief, no life. There is only The Egg.”

“Puffy!” [Niki screams. She pulls against the vines but they grow painfully tighter.] “Puffy, this isn’t you! Stop it!”

“Oh, but it is me, little bird,” [Puffy coos, and the blade of her axe trails along Niki’s jawline.] “This is me at my best. The Egg has freed me from everything that’s ever held me back! I’m not afraid anymore.”

“Puffy, please,” [She sobs.] “Think about this. We have a life, a future. What about the girls? Our daughters?”

“Don’t worry, The Egg has helped them too.” [Puffy steps aside to reveal Michelle and Willow, still in their pajamas. They’re covered in the vines, being held upright despite the dead look in their eyes.]

[Niki sobs again, and Puffy clicks her tongue, disappointed.] “You don’t see, do you? The Egg will help you. The Egg will heal you. There is no pain anymore. There is no worry. There is no life. Only The Egg.”

[Puffy pulls the axe back, and swings. Niki can’t even scream.]

#birdsong #scrambled #egg.ment #egg arc #wing damage tw #tw wing damage #tw death #death tw #implied child death tw #tw implied child death #please hurry leave me (i can't breathe) (arc) #let me tell you a story (ficlet) #life is a dream

[marma-ladee]

Lydia's knees gave out, causing the sobbing woman to kneel before the officer. All he could do was watch as the last shred of hope drained out through tears. She had spent three weeks praying, sobbing, and begging for her little girl to come back. Chloe was all she had left, and she was gone. 

If she was dead, so was her son.

"Please.." Lydia sobbed. "Please find his body... Please." She went as far as to grab the officer's pant leg. Peter reached out to grab her shoulder, but some force made him stop. There was nothing he could do. He turned his head to Evelyn, hoping she could do something to help. But she turned her head away from him. Lydia's agonizing sobs drowned out the deathly silence. 

Their children were gone. Nothing would bring them back.

#the mitchell chronicles #fnaf au #implied child death #implied child death tw #mspaint artwork #digital art #my drawing #my art #child death #child death mention #child death tw #death mention

[viciouslyfilthy]

For Willy from the cemetery symbolism asks: Does your OC adjust their language or behaviour around children? Are there some topics they avoid discussing in front of them - like war or death - because they would prefer to shield them from such things until they are older?

Cemetery Symbolism OC Questions.

Cherub - Innocence.

First thing's first: do not ever allow Willy to be near children because I can guarantee they won't reach an older age.

Rarely does he genuinely show sympathy or attention for them since a good 50% of the time he stews in jealousy that they're living the childhood he could not.

In this good 50% I'm speaking of if he has to interact with them and for some reason can't back out, yes he will adjust his language for them regardless, and then whoops he's given them rabies 'on accident'.

#rabid jealousy ( willy ) #implied child death tw #diseases tw

[spring-lxcked]

@muutos ( continued from here )

He had done it all—taken everything from Henry. Some parts intentional, most parts not. Like that rainy night outside the restaurant. Right place, right time. Just the right amount of resentment coating every thought of Henry. A rare decision made without much thought. But despite it all, he didn't even have the decency to tote around some smugness about it. ( Not yet. Not until his life was fully falling down around his head. ) It was simply a fact, a past action that would haunt their every interaction.

He was leaning back against the table, mouth pressed into a thin line. Sort of seriousness he rarely carried around Henry, certainly not when they were talking about them. Them—vague and complicated, and yet oh-so simple to William. Henry was his, he was Henry's. Didn't want it any other way, yet felt strangely that even now Henry held all the power over what they were.

He watched with heavy gaze, none of his incessant pushing making way yet. Watching Henry flounder and not stepping in. "I wasn't exactly an innocent party in all of it, Henry." Needless to say. But even that aside, he had had little issue charming his way under Henry's hands, married or not. Toying with emotions, lust, and anything he could get a tight enough grip on. "We both knew exactly what we were doing. I never needed any convincing."

He pushed off the table, stepping just close enough to reach out, to take Henry's face in hand and brush a thumb across his cheekbone. Gentle. No need to invade Henry's space anymore. He had a feeling he could coax Henry right into his arms if he was careful. "Well, I don't intend to leave you to go through it alone, if that's what you're asking." And the strangest part was how sincerely he meant it. I've put you in this place, and now I'll be the one to pull you out. Poetic, in a sense.

Ghost of a smile touched his lips. "So, if there's no getting rid of me, what's the point in denying how we feel?" Even if only in private.

#—— ✧ rp » #☆ —— verse ↳ s p r i n g b o n n i e. #muutos #˖ ✧ won't let you go » ( will/henry | muutos ) #implied child death tw #implied murder tw #((let's pretend i didn't go crazy and have to IMMEDIATELY reply to this okay? okay)) #((sorry this is so fucked and i'm. they're. help me)) #((me @ william's thought process like what the FUCK are you talking about))

[koszmarnybudyn]

So this song fits them so very well right?

#malevolent #john doe #john doe malevolent #john malevolent #arthur lester #tw blood #cw blood #implied child death #cw bones #tw bones #my art #if i need to add more tags just ket me know #idk the original author or the name of the actual song im sorry :(( #but this was stuck in my brain and i just had to draw it #theyve been in my brain rent free :[ #this was kinda a pain in the ass to color tbh and to actually draw #also i need to practice lettering :/// #but its done and im very happy about that i out a lot of thought into it #the stuff in the middle represents the people they hurt/killed (sorry no parker and like some creatures) #also are you guys going insane they are indeed holding hands!!!!?!?! crazyyyyy

[ladyseidr]

@bitterborne ( asked for a starter! )

IT WAS A STRUGGLE WITH MICHAEL—to maintain control, to keep vengeance at the forefront of their shared form. Distorted whispers—"I T ' S M E "—one part fury and one part grief, two children's voices cutting through the noise. This was the only time Evan struggled for control: when his brother was present. This was the one thing she tried to deny him: the right to forgive. Michael had to die. He would understand, would have to understand.

It following close behind, through the halls of the pizzeria toward the office, floating in the shadows, half-visible. "LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON." The voice seemed to echo through the building, more a part of it than of the spirits themselves. "HANDS COVERED WITH BLOOD WHEN YOU FINALLY SHOW UP TO MEET YOUR DEATH." An eerie scream, distant, followed it all. She held control, but not enough to silence him.

He had to understand. It was for him. It was for them. ( It was for her. )

"IS THAT WHY Y-Y-YOU KEEP COMING BACK, EVEN NOW?" The suit followed, hung in the doorway of the office. Soon Michael would settle in. Soon the night would start. Soon the others would come looking for him. Something had to give eventually, didn't it? He had to fail at some point. "IS IT GUILT? YOUR FAMILY LINE IS STAINED WITH BLOOD." Silence, hollow suit staring. Then:

"BUT I AM NOT YOUR CONSCIENCE, A-A-AFTON. I AM VERY REAL."

#☽—— ⸢ rp ⸥ #f n a f / #˖ ☼ 𝒸𝒽. » ( golden freddy ) #☆ —— verse ↳ g o l d e n o p p o r t u n i t y. #bitterborne #implied child death tw #horror tw #death mention tw #murder mention tw #((hi i hope you love the angst of mike hearing his brother's distant screams while cassidy blames him for his death </3)) #((anyway i am sane and normal and totally fine over this))

[minticecodes]

[ID: Digital illustration in greys. DMCV Dante grips the Devil Sword Dante one handed; at his feet, at the point of the sword, is the curled up form of child Vergil, asleep in a frumpy longsleeve shirt, shorts and socks. He sleeps with head rested on arms in fetal position, facing Dante. Dante's hunched over, left hand clutching his face. Blood red tears drip down his face and hand; the drops splatter at his feet. The shadow of his sword falls over Vergil; in the background, Dante's shadow raises the sword to stab down. End ID]

no coming home

#dmc #devil may cry #dante #dante sparda #dmc dante #vergil #dmc5 #dmc vergil #tw blood #tw child death #tw child injury #...figuratively #tw implied violence #tw impalement #had fun trying something new with the composition #made with krita #illustration

[s0fti3w1tch]

"Ghost" in My Dreams

[context] Raph was the last to see Leo before he disappeared. The guilt haunts him.

#tw sibling death #<- implied and not actually- just percieved #td!au leonardo #tw child death #< percieved but not actually #buwan's art #my art #tentative devotee doodle #tentative devotee notes #tentative devotee reference sheet #<- of sorts

[chocobosdungeon2]

this is hands down the worst thing ive ever made but their similarities (and differences) have been rattling around in my head

#cw implied animal death #tw implied animal death #nanami kiryuu #rgu #revolutionary girl utena #wendy #rule of rose #utena #utena memes #something about traumatized children misdirecting their frustrations at the animals #they percieve as 'stealing' the affections of a loved one #the way child Nanami regrets her senseless cruelty almost immediately and then grows up (ish) with that pain #the way Wendy is proud and resents Jennifer for reacting badly #and then tries to punish her for it even more #and ultimately never grows up to understand her actions #the way a lack of adult supervision or care // abuse is a key element in both their stories #incredibly tempted to edit manga kaworu into the last panel

[kadextra]

we will never forget you

#im a wreck. #qsmp #qsmp cellbit #tw implied child death

[disfrutalakia]

Sorry can't stop thinking about Bagi going to sleep but she can't, she keeps getting up to check on her baby, she keeps going to Em's room to see her in bed, tucking her in, because she lost her today and if she loses her again, Bagi might explode everything

#qsmp #tw implied child death #qsmp bagi #qsmp empanada