#cause of death

[fearlessly-me-e-e]

You're Losing Me ....the moment I died

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Okay, consider, König is having a really bad day. Shit totally hit the fan at work, he got more scrapes and bruises than he’d like to admit (the biggest being his ego for doing garbage out on the field, naturally,) he lost a good knife, and he got stuck in a post mission brief that took 5 hours. Just, god, that sucks doesn’t it? He makes his way home and as much as he doesn’t want to be a douchebag to his sweet girly, and usually he’d really wanna see you, but at the moment he’s beyond himself with anxiety and just general negativity from such an awful day he doesn’t want to bother you (even though that’s his most usual “relaxing” technique…) He’s walking up to the apartment/house and he hears the washing machine on, nothing unusual. He’s ready to seclude himself in a bathroom and lock the door and just clean all of his guns and knives to calm down but-

You’re there in the living room, casually hanging out on the couch, nothing special, except…

You’re wearing his shirt. And thigh high fuzzy socks.

And that’s all.

“What are you wearing?”

“Oh! You’re home!! Sorry, I spilled some coffee on my clothes, and it was laundry day so-“

You’re cut off as he slings you onto his shoulder like a sack of flour.

Number one way to cheer this guy up. His day just turned fucking fantastic.

Please 😫 he lost one of his good knives...?? I bet all the other stuff was just the icing on the cake!

Can you even imagine how upset he must be? This man treasures his knives more than anything. Everyone else treats them like they're accessories, but to König, the guns are the accessories. He never goes anywhere without a knife on his belt.

And this guy wants to come home as a celebrated hero, he wants to greet his woman with victory in his eyes. No man wants to wade to their girl fatigued and pissed off after a series of petty fuck ups and boring debriefs and say they even lost a good knife (& say it with a voice that's on the verge of breaking)

König has suffered so many blows that of course he wants to seclude himself somewhere and just sulk it out. He kinda sorta would love it if his girl came to him and hugged him tight... dangled from his neck and told him what a big boy he is and how happy she is that he's finally home… But he's afraid it's going to take more than that to get him out of the slump.

To his horror, not even the prospect of a dinner and a blowjob is making him feel better, so the situation is more than just dire.

But…

Is there anything better in this world than coming home to his girl and noticing she's wearing thigh high fuzzy socks?

(And just for the record: König is a firm supporter of t-shirt no undies, yes sir, but those socks?? They will destroy him, especially if they're pastel color or white.)

He forgets all the bullshit he's suffered in an instant when he sees her jump from the sofa, peeping her apologies and trying to cover her bare thighs with one of his black tees. As if he could ever be mad at her for wearing his shirt.

By the time they make it to the bedroom, König has forgotten he even owned a black little switchblade that had a handy opening mechanism.

How can he think about knives when the cutest girl in the world giggles as he goes under the shirt (ach, his shirt), when the light of his life squirms and squeals as he gives her smooches and little nibs all over? She's ticklish, and König is going to pry every delightful little noise out of her before going further down.

And those thigh high socks?

They stay on during sex.

[urmomsfavelesbian]

LOOK AT THEM

[sykloni]

Ectober 2022

12. Way of Life & Cause of Death

I am recycling a comic I originally planned for Dannymay since it actually fits even better for these prompts.

Maddie is testing Danny's blood and confirms her suspicions that it's not blood it's just ectoplasm. I hope it's clear what Maddie is getting at. She doesn't think half ghosts could exist. And if half ghosts don't exist that would mean that Danny is dead. A lot of ghosts can look human. Part of Maddie doesn't want to be proven right. She doesn't even dare to put her hypothesis in words but she can't stop herself before she knows.

[sumiink]

[friendly-neighborhood-imbecille]

Day 12. Way of Life & Cause of Death

Imagine having to look your death in the face and act like nothing’s wrong.

Damn, completely unintentional, but this ended up looking kinda similar to some of @bctoastyyy’s art. Similar vibes ig. (Go check out their art btw, it’s awesome!)

[mapsontheweb]

Main Cause of Early Death in Europe, 2019.

by very_useful_maps

[itconsumesyou]

You still belong to me

[sebaston]

Whatever your ship has it's like 2% of what strollonso has. Like no one would bat an eye if nando gave lance a peck on the cheek at the next race. If they held hands while walking into the paddock. If the camera feed cuts to the AM garage before quali and lance is straddling nandos thig--

[avensartt]

Day 12 : Cause of Death

[aeternae--tenebrae]

Obituary - cause of death

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

🎛️

[victusinveritas]

“Bill of mortality” from the Great Plague of London's deadliest week, which ended on this day in 1665, leaving a count of 7165 dead.

In addition to the high count attributed to "Plague" and other expected maladies of the time, we see deaths assigned to more enigmatic causes — “Frighted”, “Suddenly”, “Winde”, “Teeth”, and “Stone”. In addition to those that paint a very specific and vivid picture, e.g. “Burnt in his Bed by a Candle at St. Giles Cripplegate”.

More info, and the whole year of "bills" to view, here: https://publicdomainreview.org/collection/londons-dreadful-visitation-bills-of-mortality

[viktheviking1]

I have recently been told I have an Irish ancestor who's cause of death is simply labeled: Swords

Plural.

[thriftrescue]

The fact Mr Arrow's toy comes with his "faulty" life line and all that DOESN"T STRIKE anyone as MORBID? at thrift? his defining moment was... his CAUSE OF DEATH?

[music-addiction-disorder]

A lot of readers discovered Lovecraft because of these Michael Whelan book covers...