#tw: mention of death

[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.

#cw death #cw mention of death #cw body horror #cw: death #cw: body horror #cw: mention of death #starbstalks #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #tw death #tw graphic #tw mention of death #tw body horror #tw: body horror #tw: death #tw: mention of death #tw: graphic

[poppyclangen]

MOONS 63-65:

Moon 63:

FinchSpeckle is dropped by an eagle right on his face (funny) and gains a new scar across his shoulders!

WingKit thinks that if he gathers enough 'herbs' for his dad, he'll have more time to play with him (CUTE).

Moon 64:

SwishSplinter and FallenStar go on an herb gather patrol and have a moment together, as FallenStar listens to all her sons woes and tries to comfort him. Both walk away from the event a little lighter than they were before, and SwishSplinter learns he can lean on his mother always, no matter how old he gets.

Moon 65:

FinchSpeckle protects his apprentice from a vicious dog on patrol with MarshFleck, and the two gain a new respect for eachother- FinPaw, leaning he can trust his mentor, even if he is just the most annoying guy alive, and FinchSpeckle discovers what it's like to do something honorable and mature for once, protecting FinPaw from harm instead of making fun of him.

#clangen #clangen challenge #warriors #clangen: poppyclan #wc #clan gen oc #clan generator #clangen oc #my art! #warrior cats #tw: blood #tw: wounds #tw: grief #tw: mention of death

[oneoftheeggs]

Lucifer bridal carrying Adam. Y/N?

Lucifer bridal carrying Adam, coming up!

[I do know what Y/N stands for, but I am not sure what it means in this context 😅 or, are you just referring to me?]

Anyway! Here we go (I hope this is at least decent - I wrote this after the third day at a con with way too little sleep - truth be told, I don't know if you wanted me to write something in the first place, but I was inspired! Also... oops, it got a little sad)

Lucifer didn’t know what had compelled him to take another look at Adam’s body. Maybe it had been simple curiosity. Maybe he had wanted to see if in his final moments Adam had been the man he had been in live or the monster he had become in death. Maybe he had just wanted to take a little break from rebuilding the hotel, to try and collect his thoughts and taking a step away, to look at the corpse, had been a welcome excuse. Either way, he had made his way to Adam and decided to look at him for but a moment. Sooner or later, they would need to get rid of the body. At least that’s what Lucifer was thinking, as he knelt on one knee, to take a closer look. Adam’s face, covered in blood and bruises, seemed almost peaceful. His eyes were closed, his hands still resting on the ground next to him, where they had fallen to, when his lieutenant had turned his body around to try and reach him in his final moments.

His chest, punctured by multiple small stab wounds, rose, and sank slowly with labored, shallow, breaths. His-

Wait what?

Lucifer did a double take, but even that changed nothing. Adam’s chest was indeed rising and sinking. Even as golden blood seeped out of him, drop by drop, the first man stubbornly refused to die. Lucifer blinked in confusion. He had been sure that Adam had died, when Niffty had stabbed him. And even if not, surely the time, between receiving the injury and now, must have been enough to have him bleed out.

And still, despite everything, despite all logic, Adam was still clinging to life. Still holding on to, well, something. Even though Lucifer couldn’t tell what exactly that something was.

“You’re still here.” It wasn’t a question. Hell, Lucifer hadn’t meant to say those words at all, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself. That was why he was even more confused when Adam blinked his eyes open. They were unfocused, staring blindly towards the sky. Towards heaven that seemed unreachable, far away. And unreachable it was. Even if Adam wasn’t dead, he had lost his halo. Lucifer wasn’t sure if Adam could return to Heaven, even if he was able to fly. Adam blinked again, and his eyes didn’t turn to Lucifer, but he answered his words, still.

“Ironic, isn’t it?” He grumbled wetly. Lucifer was sure he could hear the blood in his chest. He couldn’t help but agree. It was ironic. Adam, who had come here to rain death upon them, was now, as it seemed, himself unable to die. Why exactly Lucifer couldn’t tell. But he was quite sure, that a certain powerful being, that had created them all, had his fingers in the mix. And if that was the case, then Lucifer could not let Adam lie out here on the pavement. That was certain. Or, at least, it was, what Lucifer told himself. Dammit all, he hadn’t wanted Adam to die in the first place. Sure, he had lost his temper, when Adam had the audacity to attack his daughter, but that would have been any father’s reaction. Still, Charlie had given him hope that maybe, just maybe, Heaven could be reasoned with. Hope, that maybe, what had been lost, could be regained.

He had loved Adam once, half an eternity ago. And a part of him loved Adam still. Hell, they, Lilith, Adam, even Eve, had been created to be loved. And something like that could not vanish entirely. His love for the man had withered away, year after year, but it had never fully stopped. And seeing Adam, lying there, more man than monster, had reawoken something in Lucifer that he had believed to have died a long time ago.

Lucifer sighed softly, before deciding what to do next. With arms, stronger than humanly possible for a man of his stature – he wasn’t a human after all – Lucifer swiftly cradled Adam to his chest. At least as much, as his height would allow it. He could feel the Angel grow rigid in his touch. But he wouldn’t let that deter him. One arm supporting Adam’s back, the other lifting him from beneath his knees, Lucifer tried not to jostle the injured man too much. It didn’t work perfectly, and Adam emitted a pained gasp, followed by a few coughs that brought new speckles of golden blood to his lips.

“What?” he started asking, before being interrupted by another coughing fit.

Lucifer shook his head, silently commanding Adam to safe his energy.  “You’ll be fine,” he said, instead of answering Adam’s question. The man didn’t seem to believe him. He shook his head, as good as he could.

“Are you fucking serious.” He hissed. Lucifer didn’t say anything. He just opened a portal to one of his chambers in the palace and started walking.

“Fucking stop that shit!” Adam hissed. “Put me down. Just let me lie here.”

Lucifer shook his head. “No,” he answered stubbornly. As he stepped through the portal. “There’s another way.”

Adam emitted an ugly sound. Something that might have been a laugh had it not sounded, so much, like he was biting back a sob.

“You’re a fucking liar,” Adam accused. “You never cared before!”

Lucifer said nothing. He knew that disagreeing would not make Adam see reason. His silence was answered by more labored words from the injured man in his arms. “Why now?” he hissed. “Why do you pretend to care now? Still haven’t got everything you wanted, is that it?”

A fist came to connect with Lucifer’s shoulder, but the punch was weak. All energy having seeped from Adam’s body with his blood.

“This is your fault!” Adam accused, and Lucifer hummed in agreement. Maybe it was his fault after all. Maybe nothing of this would have happened if he had stayed one of God's obedient little playthings. Or maybe another angel would have simply taken his place. Another hit connected with his shoulder.

“I hate you!” Adam’s words were full of poison, despite his weakened state. Lucifer sighed, as he carried him towards the room, he saw fit to house the man for the near future.

“I know,” he said, a sad smile playing around his lips. “Trust me. I know.”

#adamsapple #adam hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel one shot #tw: mentions of blood #tw: mention of death #answered #lucifer go carry your man!

[sixeyesgojo]

butterfly birthday

☾ Summary: August 3—Yoo Joonghyuk’s birthday, a date that used to be so trivial to him. ☾ Characters: Yoo Joonghyuk x reader ☾ Word count: ~900 ☾ Content warning: slight spoilers for orv, mention of blood, mention of death, character death, mention of a funeral, angst ☾ Author's note: angsty drabble for YJH's birthday 2023.

The sun blazed from above, a light breeze grazed his sharp features and raven hair. It was almost insulting that the weather was this nice. Joonghyuk took every step with difficulty, the black combat boots he usually wore felt heavier than a mountain. The long black coat seemed like a prison and the belts on him like shackles, binding him to the abyss he found himself in.

And yet, his steady but slow pace led him up the mountain, all the way to a certain cliff. His scarred hands carried a bouquet of sunflowers and a slightly yellowed card. Joonghyuk stopped in front of a shaped stone, a monument in remembrance of someone he cared for. For a moment, he gazed at it. Memories flashed inside his mind and he had to take several deep breaths to push them to the back of his mind again.

August 3—Yoo Joonghyuk’s birthday, a date that used to be so trivial to him. He never understood how you found joy in celebrating the day he was born. When he asked you about it, your face lit up. Your smile could have rivaled the brightest stars in that moment, he was sure. “I just love summer… because you were born in summer, Joonghyuk!” was all you said to him in response. Back then, he just scoffed. After he saw how much joy you felt celebrating with him and the others, his birthday became something more enjoyable to him. Just as you managed to soften his rigid heart a little bit, the happiness was ripped away from him. After all, fate dictated that it wasn’t appropriate for a regressor to be happy.

Crouching down, Joonghyuk placed the flowers in front of the tombstone and brushed his calloused fingers against the engraving that bore your name. He had brought sunflowers because they were your favorite—you had told him that they reminded you of happier days, summer sunshine and in turn, Joonghyuk. The black-clad man sat down and leaned against the stone. Your contagious laughter plagued his mind. Now he wished that he could hear you wish him a happy birthday once more. Just once was good enough for him. But he was too well aware that he couldn’t.

Han Sooyoung had vanished soon after that incident, mourning in her own way. The people whom he loved and who loved him the most were gone. Now he was truly alone in this world. So what was he living for? What was his purpose?

He fought hard not to think about that day, but the images flooded his mind: the monsters, blades that were pointed at him, the crimson color of blood that was splattered everywhere and the lifeless bodies that were scattered as far as the eye can reach. Joonghyuk struggled to suppress those dark memories by thinking of happier times. He recalled the way your eyes would narrow whenever you laughed. But each of these memories were followed by a gruesome one. His mind whirred from one image to another, back and forth. It seemed to fight itself, thinking of you: from your smile to you screaming at him to warn him from an incoming slash attack, your reprimands towards Dokja whenever he behaved recklessly to you jumping in front of him to take the blow in his stead, from your caring nature to your corpse that Joonghyuk retrieved from the battlefield, from your devious grin whenever you pranked Dokja or Sooyoung to the moment your coffin was lowered into the ground on a rainy day. The agony he had felt during your funeral—he remembered as if it happened yesterday.

The onslaught of memories—both good and bad—continued and he wanted everything to stop. As he mourned you, a thought popped into his head: If Joonghyuk brought him back, would he find a way to bring you back too?

His tired eyes looked at the sky as if it would provide an answer to his question. Then he looked at the slightly yellowed card in his hand; it was a card you had written for him ahead of time.

Dear Joonghyukie, It’s not your birthday yet but I am already writing this card! Who knows when I’ll find time again to do so. We’ve been terribly busy surviving in this world and I am eternally grateful to have found you and the others. It’s a blessing to be with you—I really enjoy spending time with you all, even if it’s just figuring out the best way to overcome the scenarios, fighting together or coming up with plans on how to proceed. Admittedly, I was scared of you at first but I quickly realized that you’re a good person. You just express yourself differently. I know the world has been cruel to you but I hope you’ll never lose your flicker of hope and your fire. As it’s your birthday—and you’re very dear to me—I wish you the happiest birthday. Looking forward to all the birthdays we get to spend together! Love, Y/N

“Thank you. Happy birthday to me,” he whispered after having read your birthday message. Those were words he rarely used. And now he hoped you heard them, wherever you were.

Shortly after he uttered these words, a blue-winged butterfly landed on the bouquet he had brought with him. Ultimately, it found its place on his nose. That was the moment he knew: You had heard him. And he smiled.

#happy joonghyuk day #happy yjh day #yoo joonghyuk x reader #tw: character death #tw: mention of death

[lhkdanimations]

I redesigned Tootsy Wootsy out of boredom and made a AU at the same time while listening to some music. (Specifically Big and Loud)

The AU is called Inani-mate Revolution!

Click more to learn about this AU!

It's a AU where basically, before Pesty Besties, Tootsy Wootsy co-owns a little clutter of Inani-mates with Flamina, and eventually got caught into the competition.

And while he mentions that Inani-mates like the sensation of confetti'ing, that still means unaliving before his eyes. When it was his turn against Nickel Jr., he fails. However he had the chance to get away, and took it.

He manages to escape but that isn't without an injury. (Note: I didn't draw his injury, I'll do so later on-) And I'm guessing you know what happens next, Tootsy Wootsy starts a revolution against the contestants.

Though this AU is only a concept, I wanna see how y'all think about it! Feel free to repost this as I want people to know about this AU!

#inanimate insanity au #tootsy wootsy ii #iii au #ii au #lhkdanimations #art #object show community #osc #inanimate insanity #Inani-mate Revolution AU #IR!Tootsy Wootsy #tw: mention of death

[mysticalibra1994]

Pokemon, Japan, and Neurodivergency

So, ever since I heard (recently) about Satoshi Tajiri having a special interest in collecting bugs (and is confirmed to have autism), this got my interest piqued for the new game(s) of Pokemon (mostly Violet for personal reasons). ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You see, ever since my diagnosis of ADHD as a little kid, it felt like I was the last person on Earth who had it. However, when she was alive, my mom was the only person who understood what I was going through during my struggles.

From before to middle school, I was medicated for it. But, ever since they increased the mg on it, I had my first dizzy spell in my middle school library. When I told my mom about it, she weaned me off of it. Ever since I lost her at age 12, it felt like someone hit a huge reset button and I had to start my life all over. High school wasn't easy with it, either. It felt like I only had one nice teacher; my History teacher. Of course, this may be a bias due to History being one of my favorite subjects (Art and Reading). But I believe that it's more than that, I had a teacher who never berated me for showing signs of ADHD.

Unfortunately, I had to change schools because the staff knew that I was struggling, but they didn't do anything to help. Of course, I've felt saddened having to say goodbyes to my friends, but what's done is done...

During my first enrollment in this new school, I was a little nervous and afraid that it would be a repeat... But it wasn't! I actually felt accepted! No, more than that. I felt normal without even trying... My own version of "normal". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now, you may be wondering "What does this have anything to do with Pokemon Violet?". Well, it has something to do with the headcanons of the students being neurodivergent.

1.) Nemona - There are some headcanons of her being on the spectrum because battling is her hyperfixation and she simply wants to share it with the people she truly cares about. Also, she may have some physical therapy for her arm due to her brace/compression glove.

2.) Arven - "He's off in a flash, the second something new crosses his mind". Stop me if that sounds familiar... Also (depending on the version of the game), he has mother/father issues and his Pokemon/dog being sick/injured (and maybe at that age...), we could tell that he truly cares deeply for his emotional support Pokemon...

3.) Florian/Julianna - Since we're playing as these characters, who's to say that they're not as neurodivergent as us?

In fact, who's to say that Naranja/Uva University has the majority of neurodivergent students with understanding/supportive staff?

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Now for something serious...

In Japan, having an open and honest discussion of the importance of mental health is considered taboo. Instead, they have a store that sells syringe charm necklaces, pill capsule earrings, and T-shirts with words like "Sweet Death" or "Please, Help me!" in Kanji and pastel glitter. The main reason why they refuse to talk about it is to "save face" (or "to avoid embarrassment"). Think about how it was never easy to bring up our neurodivergencies to others...

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With all of that set in mind, I believe that playing video games that have support characters with unspoken neurodivergent behaviors and main characters who fit into the "silent protagonist" trope is the only way for people like us (neurodivergent people who are afraid to ask for help due to personal reasons) to escape the harsh realities of the fact that we KNOW that the world isn't made for people like us.

#Pokemon Violet #The concept of the origin of Pokemon #Nemona #Arven #MCs #Florian #Julianna #Asking for help can be a challenge... #But you're never alone #rant/vent #A little bit of infodumping #tw: mental health #tw: mention of meds and syringes #tw: mention of death

[sleepy-bi666]

what if tigerclaw died as an apprentice? (also hurtcember day 11)

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Tigerpaw hadn't expected that kittypet to be this strong, he thought to himself as he struggled to his feet, blood dripping from his stomach.

"You're hurt. Stop moving," Bluefur says sternly as Thistleclaw goes to get some help.

"I'm fine-" The fierce apprentice begins to respond before he collapses to the ground.

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"He's not going to make it, is he?" Leopardfoot asks sadly.

"No, I'm afraid not." Featherwhisker says sadly.

Leopardfoot sighs, her ears drooping.

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Sunstar blames himself for making Thistleclaw Tigerpaw's mentor. Maybe this wouldn't have happened if Sunstar had chosen a more gentle and compassionate mentor, but he would never know.

#warrior cats #warrior cats au #tigerpaw #bluefur #thistleclaw #leopardfoot #sunstar #warriors #hurtcember day 11 #prompt: guilt #haha tigerpaw go brrr #tw: mention of death #tw: injury #tw: blood #featherwhisker #thunderclan

[astarionbae]

inspired by the tik tok question: send me one of my ocs + 🥀 and I’ll tell you who in their fandom would stay at their grave the longest

#oc ask game #mine #tw: mention of death

[green-and-grey-kenaz]

In Noctem - A song for Regulus?

Carry my soul into the night May the stars light my way I glory in the sight As darkness takes the day Ferte in noctem animam meam Illustrent stellae viam meam Aspectu illo glorior Dum capit nox diem Cantate vitae canticum Sine dolore actae Dicite eis quos amabam (sing a song) Me nunquam obliturum (a song of life) Lived without regret Tell the ones, the ones I loved I never will forget Never will forget

This song, composed by Nicholas Hooper, appears in Half Blood Prince and plays in a deleted scene indicating the approaching Death Eaters (storm coming, Snape watching, Draco making his move). The time of this is roughly in line with Dumbledore and Harry visiting the cave.

Within the film, the links with Snape and Draco can provide ties with Regulus - a turn coat when someone they loved was threatened (Snape/Regulus) and Rowling has connected Draco and Regulus as similar characters (young death Eaters who got in a little too deep). By these characters being connected with the song, Regulus is pulled along with them.

A greater Regulus connection can be found in the imagery, which uses stars and night/dark. The night/dark makes a good connection with the Death Eaters (i.e., Snape and Draco, the two we see) but the star imagery ties very well with the Black family and their constellation/star names. Regulus fits very well within this, but so does Draco, son of Narcissa Malfoy, but nee Black, and likewise with a celestial name. Latin also gives me noble family vibes but again, this works equally well between Draco and Regulus.

But I shall not stop there. The first verse, to me, suggests death. Draco survives the series. Snape will die as a consequence of the upcoming actions (leading Voldemort to believe Snape is the holder of the Elder Wand) although that's a book (or two movies) away. Dumbledore is going to die, although so far has not had as strong associations. Regulus Black has the thematic Death Eater link, the night/dark and star imagery associations and can tie in with the visit to the cave, where Regulus canonically died. Not only this, he died achieving a victory (believing the Horcrux to be safely taken away for destruction), i.e., 'glorying in the sight'.

The final verse is interesting. Firstly, a life without regret? Snape and Draco can both present more regretful characters. The level of regret we have from Regulus is ambiguous. We know he changed his mind about Voldemort. We know less about the Death Eater ideology, which he may have continued to support. One could even hypothesis that he did not regret joining Voldemort, since it lead to his discovery of the Horcrux (and the letter is defiant rather than regretful, with an aim that Voldemort knows who brought him down). The life lived without regret may fit Regulus more. The song ends, with the singer beseeching the audience to tell the ones they loved that they never will forget. The singer is unable to do this (perhaps because they are already dead - see the past tense of 'loved'). I never will forget? The betrayal of Voldemort, perhaps? An undying loyalty to the family?

#Regulus Black #Death Eaters #kenaz's musings on songs #the noble and most ancient house of black #harry potter #tw: mention of death #Youtube

[heyitsspaceace]

"top gun is one of my comfort films" i say

i say as i try to hold it together when goose dies

#tw: mention of death #top gun #goose topgun #goose bradshaw #top gun 1986 #top gun spoilers #movies #its funny #you can laugh at my pain

[scrawlingwithstyle]

I just feel like info-dumping about my D&D character. If you're interested, strap in.

Ash, a half-elf trickery cleric, had a best friend and partner-in-crime, a tiefling who took the name Serendipity (Sera for short) for the goddess of good fortune, Tymora.

They played pranks together and partnered up for Ash's sham magic trinket shop.

Some time in the future, Ash got teased for being a trickery cleric who doesn't know how to pick locks, and I just realized: she never learned because that was what Sera did. Sera was the rogue!

Anyway, they were close friends for a few years before Sera was kidnapped and killed. Another conman killed Sera as part of a greater tiefling-genocide scheme to try to gain power, but he also had a personal grudge against Ash, so Sera was more than just collateral damage.

Ash took it extra hard because she was working up the courage to tell Sera she was in love with her.

About 8 years later, Ash is still on the hunt for the conman, whose real name she doesn't know. She is also part of a party who are in training to become deities.

She meets Dave, a life cleric who values honesty so greatly that it leaves a great impression on her. She's immediately intrigued and thinks she'll just keep tabs on him from a distance--until he finds out her party is supposed to make a new creature and he can't allow them to meddle with the power to create life.... Not without supervision, anyway.

In a moment alone together, Ash reveals her past and real name to him, and he helps her figure out what kind of a deity she wants to be.

Not long after that, the party finds the bastard who killed Sera, put him on trial, and at sentencing, turn him over to the party's death cleric (who specializes in vivisection) and her necromancer boyfriend. (Dave requests to be blissfully ignorant of his fate.)

In a very brief period of time (like 2 weeks), Ash and Dave kiss, her party saves him from an evil goddess who kidnapped him, and a few other events lead to them getting married. Since Sune (goddess of love) officiated the ceremony, they were telepathically bonded (they share thoughts back and forth) and each knows exactly where the other is.

(This is relevant: Dave's dad has many wives and partners.)

It has been around 3.5 months in-game since then, and the party is still working on their creature. Their travels take them back to the Astral Plane, where Ash had been invited to seek out Sera's spirit (they had met thrice in the last year, and each time Ash figured it would be best not to share her feelings).

When Sera pulls her aside for a private conversation about everything she's missed (the wedding, Ash getting pregnant), it gets harder and harder to not tell her how she feels. In her mind, Dave encourages her to do so. She confesses, Sera cries, Ash cries, and then Dave interrupts with, "I love you. And I'm not the only one."

Ash has already made up her mind to bring her friend back from the dead, but she is confused at what he implies. "I thought... when I said I didn't want to share you, you felt the same way. Did I miss something?"

"I don't intend to share you with another man. I would not wish for you to share me with another woman. But she is not another man, and she is not for me. I have no such reservations in this case. Besides... she had you first."

Shocked and delighted, she tells Sera what Dave said, and asks if this is an arrangement she would be happy with.

Sera agrees and joins their party as a spirit.

~~~

This is where we left off, but now we have a new side quest to resurrect Ash's dead girlfriend. I also made this:

#tw: mention of death #tw: mention of genocide #dnd #d&d #bisexual #cute #polyamory #my character is out here with two relationships #and i can't even get one #but I'm okay with this for now #she's my main source of escapism anyway #they have many things to discuss so no one feels neglected #there was SO MUCH MORE #but i had to condense it because it would have been too long #I ALMOST FORGOT THE BEST LINE #''besides... she had you first'' #😭

[rosebloom431]

PLEASE READ THE POST I LINKED BEFORE READING THIS ONE:

Time travel AU - SMB - Chapter (1)

(Read tags)

E-Gadd was right, the lightning going away once Mario put the headset on meant that the machine fixed itself, Now Mario was in a unknown alternate timeline. He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the ground in the middle of the Mushroom Kingdom. Mario slowly stood up, dusting himself off and looking around

Immediately upon standing up and looking around, he noticed the kingdom almost looked.. deserted. It was destroyed and the castle had gotten the worst of it, it was currently getting rebuilt, only one half of it was sturdy and standing. As for the town, most of the shops and houses were rubble or destroyed as well. Except for a few Toads standing outside their little mushroom houses rebuilding and talking to one another, It was empty. It almost looked post apocalyptic outside.

(“My stars… what happened here??”) Mario wondered, very concerned for the kingdom.

Mario walked up to a Toad and tried to ask him what had happened, but upon looking up and seeing Mario, the Toad hugged Mario tight and began to scream “HE’S BACK! MARIO’S BACK!” alerting some more Toads to come out and see, they also looked shocked to see Mario, some even cheering, thrilled that Mario was ok.

Mario was immediately caught off guard by the hug and the cheering and yelling that followed. It made him think harder about what could have possible happened in this universe. Mario didn’t even get to ask his initial question before Toad’s started pouring out of their houses to see the red plumber.

“I’m- I’m happy to see you as well?” Mario said, confused, “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know if my house is still standing would you?”

The Toad that was hugging him let go and grabbed Mario’s hand

“O-Oh! Yes! it’s still standing, I can take you there if you want.” Toad answered

Mario agreed, he smiled, amongst this chaos, this only sense of normality he was going to get was seeing his brother.

He only wanted his brother.

As the Toad and Mario walked to Mario’s house, the Toad tried to carry some conversation

“I’m happy you’re going home right away” Toad started, “Your brother umm.. Louie? No— Luigi, right, Luigi. He’s been worried sick. He hasn’t left the house since the incident..”

That made Mario immediately more freaked out, partly because he had no clue what this so called “incident” was, but also for his brother. He knew that in his timeline, Luigi didn’t leave the house much due to social anxiety, but to hear that Luigi hadn’t left the house at all to the point that the towns people started to notice was very worrying to him.

“He- He hasn’t left the house at all..?” Mario said, concerned

When they made it to the house, the Toad left so that they could be alone. Mario thanked him for the help and took a deep breath, knocking on the door. The house looked the most put together on the outside then most other houses. It must have been rebuilt first. After a little while of waiting, the door slowly opened. Luigi stuck his head out and when he saw Mario, tears immediately welled up in his eyes, he covered his mouth and stood there, staring at his brother

“Hey bro…” Mario said, not wanting to say anything more, he knew he wasn’t this universe’s Mario. He didn’t want Luigi getting the wrong idea that this was his brother from this universe, But it was still Mario. He was still technically Luigi’s brother. and that’s all the green plumber needed.

“MARIO!!!” Luigi eventually screamed, tears streaming from his eyes as he hugged Mario so hard Mario fell on his back with Luigi in his arms, Luigi shook due to him sobbing as hard as he was, Mario held him tight as well, after a while, he started taking in how Luigi looked. the light in his eyes was gone, his face was stained with tears, he was so thin from presumably not eating that Mario could see his ribcage slightly through his shirt. He had eyebags under his eyes and he had hundreds of tiny little scars on each of his hands

His thunderhand.

Mario sat up with Luigi still in his arms

“Lu…” Mario started, holding Luigi’s hand up a little to get a better look, “You look….”

Luigi wiped his tears with his free hand and smiled sadly

“Terrible.. I-I know.. I’m just so happy you’re home… You were gone for months… I thought you-“

Luigi couldn’t finish that sentence before tears started to fall again

Mario thought he understood what happened, had this taken place during his imprisonment at Isle Delfino? He immediately realized that couldn’t be it. That was a long time ago and this timeline is moving at the same time his was. So what had happened to make him leave for a few months..?

“You thought I what, Luigi..? what happened?”

Luigi covered his mouth and shook his head, he didn’t want to say it

or he wasn’t ready to hear it again.

“Luigi.. please.. what happened??”

Luigi threw his arms around his big brother again, crying harder this time

“I thought-… I watched you die.”

- To Be Continued -

#TW: mention of death #TW: mention of starvation #TW: mention of scars #Time travel AU #Mario AU #smb #mario #luigi #sorry if my writing sucks

[lhkdanimations]

Created 3 characters in the past few hours- I'm probably gonna make a story with them- There's not much about these OCs besides their personality and pronouns but I'll work it out!

1: Cone - They/Him (Not to be confused with the now old Object NOT Showdown Traffic Cone-)

He's the first one I made! Cone is seen as a sweetheart, very truthful and cowardly.

2: Antenna/Antennae - Fae/Him

This little dude is actually a robot! Fae belongs with a antagonist in said story, but that's not really planned out yet.

He is seen as cold-tempered (naturally mean), cowardly (somehow) and annoying.

3: (My favorite) Time Bomb - She/Faer

This one is my favorite out of all 3, probably because of her uniqueness. She is seen as Bright, attentive and usually seen as a backstabber.

I actually created a little bit of lore about faer at one point; she was experimented by the antagonist due to being a mix of a normal bomb and a ticking bomb. She now has extreme vulnerability and the ability of foresight, especially when it comes to people's ends/death. This is probably where she became a "backstabber" came from as she probably tried to save people once, but ended up "betraying" someone else.

Feel free to draw these three characters, I'm excited to use them more!

#art #object show community #oc #lhkdanimations #story #object show creator #osc #tw: mention of death

[mysticalibra1994]

Bully (the ending hc)

Hey, I can't help but notice that something was off at the end of the game Bully (I know I'm not the only one).

It seemed like it ended with "They lived happily ever after"... moments after Gary and Jimmy fell off the scaffolding of Bullworth Academy and crashed through a plate-glass window.

My theory is that the chanting from the students and staff was actually Petey (who was in denial due to shock) crying out for Jimmy.

When I was watching the walkthrough for the first time, I kind of shipped Petey with Jimmy. I mean, now I can kind of see Gary and Petey like Gaston and Lefou from the live-action Beauty and the Beast; maybe Petey used to look up to Gary because "he's so badass, nobody can mess with him" when it was Petey's first week there. Eventually, he saw how much of a jerk Gary was and didn't want to do anything with him... That's when Gary notices that Petey is "off" in a "Taste the Rainbow-ish" kind of way. He uses this to his advantage by blackmailing Petey to not snitch/rat him out to the authorities.

That's why he never did.

Then, he met and got to know Jimmy; a version of Gary that's 20% nicer.

Now, that nice version is gone, but poor Petey refuses to believe it. No matter how many times the paramedics try to revive him... It's too late.

Thanks to Gary's plan, Petey's all alone... in the asylum due to him nearly snapping.

#tw: mention of death #tw: mental health #bully game #Pete Kowalski #Gary Smith #Jimmy Hopkins #Did the ending seem a bit too much of a “good ending”?

[dandylion240]

Will the police capture the creature or will Caiden and Cory meet up with Miah first? Are Jonah and Cecil alright? Find out in the next chapter of From the Depths. It's available on my WP Blog if you want to read it now otherwise it will be added to the queue and posted later.

Caiden Houts, Cecil and Nehemiah were made by @mahvaladara

#jonah reagan #cecil #nehemiah #cory rosenberg #caiden houts #ts4 #from the depths #tw: mention of death