Cw Death - Blog Posts

Ultimate tumblr sexyman celebration drawing pulling double-duty for my political opinions 😎

Being anti-monarchy is an established part of Snyk’s character, actually, so. Fitting.

Hi! So I've been wanting to draw some psychopomp fanart since I've played it, GOD!! I LOVE THE VISUALS and it's so abstract and terrifying <3

Death was a sickening feeling, it was something no one warned you about.

Alex did suppose that made sense, no one who’d experienced it was around to warn about the experience.

Or maybe it simply felt so awful because it was slow.

Tim had certainly got him, he won. Bring a knife to a gunfight, he wasn’t supposed to win, but he’d gotten too close and- before he knew it he couldn’t breathe, gasping and wheezing like a breached whale.

The knife was gone and there was nothing but his own hand, clutching at the side of his throat, trying to hold the blood in. He could feel it pour between his fingers, like a twisted hourglass counting down the seconds until he was done for, he could feel the wheeze of air escaping the closest exit rather than inflate his lungs.

He was bleeding out, suffocating, and Tim was escaping.

He’d failed, again.

His body struggled, trying to wheeze in breath as his vision danced, speckled and darkened. He could barely feel the pain, and his hearing was clouded. He may have heard a clatter, but he couldn’t focus on it.

There was static. The comforting hum of T.V. static. Once his enemy, his fear, now brought him comfort. It was the only constant in his life, that static, that ringing, and Alex hoped it’d get him, get Tim, seek revenge.

Some say before you die your greatest memories bubbled to the surface to ease your transition into nothingness.

Rage bubbled in his weakened gut, and with one hand he’d tried to push himself up, to sit, a scream tearing from his throat, his hand falling from his neck. He was going to get them, he had to, this wasn’t fair. They’d caused this, he was going to end it.

Black seeped further and further into his vision, spots, tendrils coiling around as he heard less and less, only able to feel the empty in his lungs and the hot mess of blood across his body.

There was a white face before there was nothing.

Rest in peace River Boy. Thank you so much for all the love you put into your projects, both with and outside Cult of the Lamb. Your music is one of the biggest reasons I love CotL: I couldn’t stop listening to “Praise the Lamb” for days after I first played the game.

I don’t know if anyone from Massive Monster will see this, but I’m so sorry for your loss. Please take it easy and know our hearts are with you. ❤️

DAY 28: GENOCIDE

(im late)

COTLtober made by @/stychu-stych

commissions open

drawtober board below cut

So. Highly inspired by this series

Imagine dying next to Ghost. Alongside him. In bed, asleep together, and it’s no one’s fault. It wasn’t a targeted attack. A gas leak. There was no pain, no panic, nothing. Tragic, before your time, and wrought with the impotent agony that can only come about when there’s no target for revenge.

There are worse things, than being a trapped spirit with the man you loved in the house where you loved him. Despite how all of the world has gone quiet, you can still feel him, and he can feel you.

You can still make love.

But every so often, when he takes you from behind, you feel this sharp, burning pain in your back. You know it’s his doing, but something about him has been so… hard to read, since you both died. Even though you don’t have anything left to lose, he holds you tighter than he ever did before. Won’t leave you alone for a moment. There’s terror in his eyes. You don’t understand it— he died in peace. None of the things that haunted him in life can follow him here. But you don’t have the courage to ask him.

He’ll die a thousand times over before he tells you that he’s ripping the feathers from your back because god is trying to take you somewhere he can’t follow.

Lil announcie

I won’t be posting for a while, mental health is going down the drain. For those worried, I’ll be alright :). I and the others just need to process some things, like one of our families dogs that we grew up with are dying as we speak. Idk how much longer they’ve got and it’s been stressing us out. Apologies in advance.

Until the curtain rises and we meet again,

Rui Kamishiro