Death Cw - Blog Posts

(I am going to make two random people interact and this is what happened!)

Komeda: Oh…hey…How did he get here? Taka: Komaedaaaa, what did you do?! Komenda: Me? Uh, I didn't do this! Taka: Explain what happened, Komeda! Komeda: I've never seen him before in my life! Taka: Why did you kill this person, Komeda? Komeda: I do not kill people. That is…that is my least favorite thing to do. Taka: Tell me, Komeda, exactly what you were doing before I came home. Komeda: Alright, well…I was upstairs… Taka: Okay… Komeda: I was uh…I was sitting in my room… Taka: Yes? Komeda: reading a book… Taka: Go on…

Komeda: And, uh, well this guy walked in… Taka: Okay… Komeda: So, I went up to him… Taka: Yes… Komeda: And I…I stabbed him 37 times in the chest. (Silence.) Taka: Komedaaaaa, that KILLS people! Komeda: Oh! Well, I didn't know that!! Taka: How could you not know that?! Komeda: Yeah, I'm in the wrong here. I SUCK. (silence) Taka: Why is Hope written with a knife wounds on his chest? Komeda: What's that? Taka: His chest Komeda. Why—why is Hope written into that? Komeda: Well, I kind of umm…love hope. And despair so,,,. (silence) Taka: Komedaaaaaa!! Komeda: Well, I—I am a rement of despair! And well, you know, when you crave murder and hope… Taka: Why on earth would you do that?! Komeda: I was hungry for death! Gimme a break! Taka: Komedaaaa! Komeda: My stomach was making the rumblies. Taka: Komedaaaa! Komeda: That only death would satisfy! Taka: What is wrong with you, Komeda?! Komeda: Well, I kill people and I'm not mentally stables\! That's—that's two things!

Sometimes I get possessed and write really dark short stories?!

Anyways here's that

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45221314

i am on the verge of fuckung tears ACTUALLY

“Thank you for taking care of me, Max.“  “Sam, don’t…” “No, really. I wasn’t me anymore. And I never would have wanted to force you to–"  “Oh, shut up about that. Nobody forced me to do anything. I’d lug you around for centuries if I had to. We’re partners, right?”

fanart or… i guess a fan comic of my favorite sam and max fic “Together Forever” ive wanted to make something for it for over a month, and i could never decide what scenes to portray so it spiraled into me spending three days on this! if you havent read it before, please check it out!!

Friend: *kills hinself*

My fucking, shit-brain: death? You like death?? You want some dreams of death??? Have some nightmares of people being mauled or run over! Have nightmares of your past friends and old teachers chasing you while tying to kill you!! Have a nightmare of your mom planing to kill you!!!

You LOVE death right?

Me: I'd rather die from exhaustion then sleep.

Brain: not good enough? Wanna imagine your nephew being murdering by someone gouging his eyes out?? Wanna imagine him falling down some stairs and smashing his head open??? I can do that! I'll even make you think about him being kidnapped!! Or maybe even just him suffocating in his sleep!!!

DONT YOU JUST L O V E DEATH???

One of our girl bunnies gave birth to at least 10 babies saturday before last, 2 were already dead when we found them.

4 were gray and tan and the other 4 were completely black.

Only 4 survived until tuesday of the following week. The 4 black ones. One died one sunday, and three on monday.

Tuesday -the day I got punished for drawing a picture- there were still alive.

Two more died -one a day- before I took the remaining two away from their mother.

She had been letting them die and them eating them.

I took care of those last two since then.

One of them was sick and died this monday.

The last one died this morning.

I had been keeping it (I kept both of them in it) in a small box -made nest with a giant sweater and a heated sock full of rice.

Last night/this morning it somehow got out and got into the dog cage.

We have three, small, very old, blind, and mostly deaf dogs.

One of which fucking loves puppies/anything reassembling puppies.

The last baby was loved to death. And with the description my mom, who found it, gave me... It's a horrible way to die.

I don't know why I'm not upset.

I don't know why I'm posting this.

Humans are unstoppable...Until they aren’t.

I’m not the most eloquent writer, but I’ve had this idea kicking around for a while and figured I’d put it out into the universe.

A lot of the basis for the “humans are space orcs” stuff is the idea that we’re pretty durable compared to many species, yeah? When it comes to physical trauma, we can bounce back from most things that don’t kill us outright, especially given the benefit of hypothetical space-age technology, and adrenaline is one heck of a drug when it comes to functioning under stress. 

But that doesn’t make us unkillable, and even though we can survive debilitating injuries and not die from shock, it doesn’t mean it’s fun. Dying of shock sucks, but at least it’s probably quick.

So - Imagine a ship, adrift in space, slowly being drawn into a star or something. In order to save the ship, someone has to repair the hyper-quantum-relay-majig on the hull or in the engine or whatever. Bit of a problem though- there’s a ton of deadly, deadly radiation (Wrath of Khan style) or poisonous fumes or, I dunno, electrical current, between the crew and the repair. Like, enough to kill most species instantly, so the crew is just like, ‘welp, guess we’ll die then’. But then.

BUT THEN

They ask the human. Because everyone’s heard the stories - you’re basically unkillable, right? Could you survive long enough in there to fix it? And their human goes real quiet for a second, but still says ‘Yeah, I could fix it’. And the rest of the crew is like, ‘Whaaaaaa, it won’t kill you?’ and the human repeats “I can fix it” (which isn’t an answer, but no one catches that, not yet at least), so they send ‘em in. And the human fixes it, they come back, the ship flies to safety, and the crew is thrilled to survive. If the human is a little quiet, well, they’re entitled after pulling off a miracle. Everyone else is just excited to get to the nearest station’s bar to tell their very own human story, cuz, ‘those crazy humans, amiright?’.

The good mood keeps up until the human is late for their next shift. At first it’s just faint unease, but- but they earned a bit of a lie-in, right? No reason to begrudge them some extra rest, even if it is a little weird for them to oversleep. They’ll be fine. Humans are always fine. 

(Right?)

(…Wrong.)

- What is… help. Help!-

- ake up! You have t-

- been days. You need sleep, you-

- nother transfusion. We could-

- out of sedatives!-

A week later, the crew finally reaches the station. They stumble into the bar, haggard and haunted. And over the next months and years a new rumor about humans starts to make its way through space. A rumor unlike any before.

‘Be careful with your humans’ it whispers. ‘Their strength is not always a blessing. Be sure they don’t do something they can’t come back from, because when a human dies… they die slowly.’

guess who decided to animate and color 2 minutes and 50some seconds of MAG 200? that’s right baby. I’m going to be working on this one for a while, but I finished the animatic, so enjoy the wip.

Commission me 💛 ko-fi 💛 inprnt