#tw for talk of death in the tags

[unnamed-atlas]

I think the most important post on this website is that post about choosing to love on purpose because it has been the most helpful mindset in getting through this month and this holiday and coming out on the other side still having had a good time despite everything

[marrowwife]

We all know and love the final girl, but I want to know more about the first girl. The forgotten girl. The unlucky catalyst. The girl who's buried twice, first to be killed and last to be avenged. The girl that everyone else thinks about, when that phone call comes, when the backdoor is mysteriously unlocked, when the blade slides home. But she had no one before her to provide context. She was all alone with her fear and she died without knowing that her brutal sacrifice would birth the creation of a final girl who lives. The girl who watches as the girls after struggle and fail again and again until finally, finally, she wins but it's bittersweet because she had a whole lineage of dead girls to guide her way and the first girl had nothing. She was always supposed to fail and she did it so beautifully they've changed the meaning of her name about it, she is no longer a person she's that first brutal death.

[oh-katsuki]

a little zombie apocalypse katsuki!au drabble. my twd rewatch is giving me many thoughts...

cw: apocalypse au, reader is alone, mentions of death, implications of child death, grief mentions, reader is described as a "little thing" but that's more just the way katsuki talks, katsuki is a little gruff but he means well, guns, weapons, general apocalypse thoughts, mentions of zombies but we follow the "never call them a zombie" rule, katsuki and reader meeting for the first time, etc

the light of your fire is dim, embers burning low as you sit in a foldable chair beside it. you've got a metal spatula in your hand. you're not sure why you grabbed it when things went to shit, but panic does weird things to the mind. this, along with a few other oddities, are all you managed to take from your house when the world fell to ruin. everything else are things scavenged along the way or from people you'd met, joined, and lost.

the night is near silent and trees creak and crack like the hulls of great ships under heavy pressure, but the birds don't sing and nothing in the crowded wood you're taking shelter in makes a sound. well, except for you and the gentle crackle of your fire.

your head is on a swivel. it has been for months. ever since the outbreak, ever since the dead rose and began consuming and infecting the living, you've kept watch. a paranoid, never ending cycle that you suppose—if left on your own—will burn itself out. you swallow thick and return your attention to the fire, watching the tree line just in front of you for any hint of movement or monsters.

a branch cracks just behind you. a swift sound, followed by rapid footsteps. you stand, quickly turning your head, only to see a a figure a few feet away from you. they move quickly and the dancing light of the fire obscures their features from view. their eyes, most importantly. you can always tell if someone is dead or alive based on their eyes. in this light, should this stranger have that milky white film over them, you wouldn't be able to tell.

you make a small noise, something between a whimper and a shout, as the person comes to a stop in front of you and holds a gun directly between your eyes. the living. this person is alive. you're not sure at this point if encountering one of the dead would have been worse.

"drop your weapon," he says in a hurried voice. it's aggressive and threatening. it comes from deep in his chest.

you raise your shaky hands to your head quickly at the order, screwing your eyes shut as if looking in theirs would be a cause for attack.

"i-it's not a weapon!" you shout, voice cracking. "it's- it's a sp-spatula. it's a spatula."

the words are rushed and heavy, fear seizing your chest as you look down the barrel of the gun. the firelight glints off of it and you can make out the person behind the barrel's features. he's big, blonde under the grime, you think. a man. not the best thing to encounter alone at night in times like these.

you see him hesitate for a moment, eyes darting between you and the silver kitchen item in your hand. you drop it quickly.

"do you have a weapon on you?" he questions, voice a little less urgent.

you shake your head in response and then shakily look beside the chair. there's a knife there and a pistol with no bullets. you're a poor shot and you'd run out of ammo the previous week. he glances to it, the gun still raised at you, and sidesteps to grab them. when he does, he cautiously lowers the weapon. you start to lower your trembling hands.

then, as if struck by some realization, the man stomps towards the fire and you jump as he does.

"the fuck are you doing lighting a fire?" he says angrily. "those things may be dead, but they can still fuckin' see. that's a good way to get yourself killed."

he stomps out the fire as he talks, urgently stamping out what's left of the low-burning logs.

"i- i didn't think there were many in the area," you justify, furrowing your eyebrows as you step away from him.

"and that's a risk you want to take?" he says indignantly. you wonder briefly what business he has worrying about you.

"what do you want?" you snap, "my food? weapons? life? what is it?"

the man scoffs, "jesus, none of that."

you narrow your eyes and take a step back.

"not all people who camp out in the woods are good," he says. "but i sure as shit didn't expect to find some little thing like you alone lighting a damn fire. stupid."

"there were more," you say indignantly, like somehow that makes it better. "force of habit, i guess."

the man pauses for a moment as understanding passes between the two of you. it's a relatable feeling. everyone has lost someone now. you just happened to lose everyone.

"got a name?" he asks.

you hesitate in giving it to him before deciding what it could hurt. the man nods as if he likes the sound of it.

"i'm katsuki," he furrows his eyebrows. "you're alone?"

you nod, swallowing down the grief that pushes at your throat.

"wasn't always," you respond, "but yeah. now i am."

he nods his understanding.

"come with me."

"where?" you say instinctively, a defensive edge to your voice. katsuki looks at you like your stupid, or maybe it's pity, like you're a wounded animal. probably both.

"where the fuck do you think?" he retorts. "we've got a camp a little ways from here. i saw your fire from one of the watch posts we have stationed around the place."

you look at him like he's a little crazy for even thinking to bring you there.

he scoffs and rolls his head over his shoulder. "look, we've got men and women," then he pauses, "used to have children. we're not gonna hurt you. world's gone to shit, do you really wanna keep at it alone?"

he's probably right. you've been alone for weeks now, exhausted for longer, and though your common sense tells you not to go off with a strange man in this kind of world, the promise of community is far too tempting. you nod and glance back to your camp. a measly collection of supplies.

"we'll come back for it when it's light," he says. "i don't know about you, but i'd rather not spend longer in these dark ass woods than i have to."

"okay," you say. the presence of another person both sets you on edge and makes you feel the fatigue even more. a gun's barrel on your nose followed by the promise of safety and you're going with him? you must be stupider than a horror movie protagonist. "do you take in a lot of strays?"

katsuki looks over his shoulder and you think you see him smile a little at the phrase.

"if that's what you want to call it," he says begrudgingly. "me less than the rest." then, with a softer tone of voice, barely noticeable with the quiet whisper you both have been speaking at. "i'm sure the others won't mind one more."

[mikayesha]

she keeps on growing,

slippin' through my fingers all the time.

[mispelled]

Why be left with no family and no friends?

[lucaplushie]

not sure about everyone who follows me/my mutuals, but i genuinely despise when people say "william has no motive!!!! he just likes killing kids" because im so autistic about this franchise. maybe he has no motivation to YOU. but to me (enlightened book enjoyer) (lie i hate the books but i sure have read them) his motivation is quite obvious. according to that one homosexual seemingly throwaway line from the books, he was extraordinarily jealous of henry & his family. jealously can drive a man to do horrible things, i think.

now, whether you're a willry truther or not, i genuinely believe that his motive was jealously (gay jealously or not doesn't super matter). so he killed charlotte to put a dent in henrys seemingly perfect life. and he continued killing kids because not only did he enjoy feeling smarter than the police who never managed to catch him (in the books they do interrogate him, but he walks free, but in my headcanon they interrogate henry and never even think to look into william as a suspect), but also because he finally felt like he had something to hold over henrys head. he had always felt inferior to henry, and the murder of charlotte & the others, while putting a rift in their relationship/friendship, finally made will feel like he was better than and smarter than henry.

[lover-of-mine]

Fought 'til you tethered me, swept under surfaces, never enough of it...

[galaxygermdraws]

Have a fun question for you:

What is/are your favorite lore moments for team ZITS?

It can be from videos, streams, posts, whatever! Hell it can even be ideas that came from said thing too :)

Asking because I genuinely love to hear your opinion and maybe even find some lore I haven’t found yet.

oh. Oh god that’s such a tough question caus I have lore moments I love for all of them. For Zed, there’s a moment in Season 8 where he like. Goes into his brainspace or smth?? Idk but this is what spawned my headcanon about his pocket dimension. Also anything related to Wormman and Zedeath but I don’t consider them Zed so they don’t count. Zed running the Wormman Shop is very silly though.

For Impulse it’s DEFINITELY what happened to him post-Demise. Nobody talks about this, but Impulse had to go to Scar and use this thing called a “Resurrection Chamber” in order to get a new body. So. Like. Impulse just replaced his decaying body with a non decaying body. This is never acknowledged again. Also really love him canonically traveling to Season 7 via the Infinity Portal, surely nothing could go wrong. Can’t forget “I think I’m human” either. And the entirety of Season 8.

For Tango it’s either the existence of Tiny Tango (does anyone REMEMBER Tiny Tango???) tor that one clip from Secret Life where he talks about Redstone leaking into his brain.

And god where do I start for Skizz. Being lost on Legacy for 3 months, the fact he was canonically sending Impulse his Legacy episodes because we see Impulse watching them, the 3L Enderskizz, the Enderman torture roller coaster from Solo Skizz, the fact Endermen talk to him, anything related to Endermen actually I’m the Enderskizz guy. I have too many Skizz lore moments that I love, he is my favoritest guy.

[doodleduck]

Do you ever think about how it took two rockets to kill cTubbo during his execution? The first one was aimed for his heart but it missed its mark and didn’t kill him initially. This first rocket caused the most damage, it was left to burn and tear for longer. His worst scarring is located on the left side of his body, chest, and arm. After the first shot didn’t do it’s job, the second was fired to his head. That’s what killed him. The damage to his face and head could have been a whole lot worse but since it was the shot that killed him, most of it regenerated when he respawned. This carries over to New L’manburg. From what you can see yes, what happened to him was horrible, but he is moving forward, pushing ahead, but under that too big suit jacket and false confidence, he is torn apart. His heart rotting out..

[uncanny-tranny]

This might be controversial to some, but you cannot "tough love" your way to preventing suicide. You cannot have the attitude that people who complete suicide are selfish or are ungrateful or immature. If your mindset about suicide isn't coming from compassion rather than judgment, it won't help suicidal people. You will never help us with a slap on the wrist and a lecture about how we're awful for even thinking about completing suicide.

Suicide intervention starts with compassion and care.

[thatlittleegyptologist]

cool, read mores apparently don't work if nothing is above them so have this text

I guess one of the interesting things I've discovered in the week since mum passed is not the exhaustion of my own grief, which comes in waves but they're gentle, but the exhaustion of other people's grief. I'm too tired to process my own because there's an endless stream of people coming to me with their grief, and it's fine, really, they can and should do that because we're all in this together, but it forces my own to be on the back burner. I have to be present and participating while others grieve my mother and I don't have the luxury of not being so. Though at the same time they're concerned because I'm not a wreck at the news, and it's hard not to tell them 'what do you expect from a terminal illness that was 10 years in the making? a death that's been on the cards since March? this isn't a surprise to me' It's got to the point where I feel like asking 'do you want me to be so upset I can't take care of myself, or do you want me to make you that cup of tea because you showed up at my house unannounced and sobbing, Brenda? Those are your options.'

Anyway, I'm fine. I cry, I don't cry. I'm getting on with funeral arrangements and I'm looking after my family. I just didn't think I'd be the one processing other people's grief rather than my own. I'm gonna go for a nap.

[mmyashas]

one of the roier cubito streams i think a lot is the one after bobby's death

he was in the pool for a WEEK. so bad to the point his clothes got fucking ripped up and he felt weak. he kept seeing bobby everywhere

and then he meets up w missa who reunites with his son first. and well. he just watches. <- because he doesnt even have that anymore

and then qmissa accusses him of him killing bobby and sayong it was his fault [ after seeing some old bobby signs he left as a joke] (its not until months after he confesses he feels guilt that he killed bobby)

"...i know he died– i know bobby died, asshole!"

and then they meet up w qbbh later in the day, tallulah and chayanne and bbh all give him their condolences and even ask if hes ok. which he is! (ignoring the part where he keeps eating and when qbad tries to give him a bath , he tries to kill himself. Multiple Times.)

and he doesnt change out of his skin until days later. and its only because qvegetta offers him to become part of his family and gives him gifts (aka roboboier)

i dont know. i think this is one integral part of qroier's story that doesn't get talked about that much but is so important to his character .even now hes still grieving but.

[askivv]

Anytime those "dsmp appreciation posts" show up and they don't mention anything Tech did on that server while he was still alive (or any other member than the most famous ones tbh), i want to fistfight the entire fandom.

[stiffyck]

Hey stiff I feel like it’s been too long since ppl brainrotted about tcd scar.. he is so messed up and Perfectly Fine. So normal. He does not think about the horrors he went through as a kid all by himself nope definitely not. Definetly doesn’t get painfully reminded about the enormous gap of his life full of nothing but loneliness and death, where everyone else around him talks about families and childhood and friends and memories and happiness….. yikes.

SJVKEKGMS OUGH YEA YES DIVISKGKW

Scar hearing people talk about their families and all the stuff they did when they were kids and he's just. He never had that.

He hear people talk about childhood friends and playing outside and building their first builds while Scar thinks of little him, holding his badly stitched together cat pushie close to his chest while hiding in a corner with his gun, trying not to cry as the zombies outside scream and bang on the barraged doors and windows.

Scar hears others talking about their birthday parties and how much fun they had, what beautiful cakes they had and how their friends came over for parties and he remembers him sitting on a broken bed, softly singing happy birthday to his plushie.

He doesn't remember his own birthday, but it's the least he can do. Jellie deserves something nice..

Scar hears the others talking about their families and he can't help but remember his own parents chasing him down, trying to catch him just so they can rip him apart.

Uh. I should sleep it's 2 am but yea anon I agree. Tcd scar...

[unfinishedrambles-art]

on choosing to heal (and choosing not to) ft tattoos, scars, and some of my von karma family headcanons

[apollos-boyfriend]

my main beef with matpat was the kris/frisk/chara misgendering and the indie dev thing what the fuck did he do?????

like outside of those things you mean? here's the ones i'd listed/instantly came to mind. a lot of things people rag on him about are like OLD old (early 2010s, like the whole "basing pyro's sex off of weird pseudoscience), which is why i won't be listing Every issue i've had because i want to assume he's grown and changed since then, at least with those things. anyways

has a weird tendency of equating video games to real-life murders. the first time i can remember him doing it was with the first ever fnaf theory, where he said it was about the actual murder of chuck-e-cheese employees and that you played as the murderer rotting in hell. which is. weird enough. but that was 2014, nearly 10 years ago, shit happens. however. that was the only time he's done this. it happened again in 2017-2019 with petscop, equating the game to the murder of a 10 year old girl. and, to his full defense, the creator of petscop ALLEGEDLY said that he did start basing his game off of that case, but that he severely regrets it and regards it as an extremely stupid decision. that doesn't make matpat's actions any less weird, because if you realize a game is Actually tied to the killing of a real-life child, just. don't fucking comment on it. it's weird and even the creator regrets his decision to do so.

on a theory about what i think was a alleged fnaf arg, he asked for his followers to help him "discover more clues" by asking them to physically call/visit locations in the real world he believed were connected to this so-called arg. (from my knowledge, this arg doesn't exist btw.) at NO point during the writing, producing, recording, editing, etc of the video did he manage to connect the dots that, hey, doxxing real-life locations for my fans to swarm to is a Bad Fucking Idea, meanwhile every other major fnaf community rushed to shut it down the SECOND his video came out, with large reddit, twitter, etc accounts imploring for fans not to listen to him, and that similar incidents have happened in the past and led to nothing (to the point where scott cawthon himself has had to step in and tell people to knock it off). i can't remember exactly how long it took for him to take it down/call off the masses, but the fact that it even got published in the first place is honestly just inexcusable, both for him and for his team (this was june of last year)

he blamed etika's suicide on cancel culture and has never apologized. the tweet is still up, for some insane fucking reason, although multiple people both close to matpat and close to etika corrected him on completely erasing the issue of mental health (this was 2019)

and lastly, while i've heard rumors of him stealing theories for years now, the only first-hand i've seen was his hermitcraft theory. the original creator of the theory can be found here [link], alongside all his theories, evidence of theft, etc. she has never been properly credited for this, and those who tried to comment on the video to properly do so had their comments instantly deleted. (this was late 2021)