#✱ ー ( ` ░ TW :: DEATH )

[luvcelestes]

YUUJI ITADORI x READER

mostly fluff with a little bit of angst.

PROLOGUE ー NEXT

summary: You and Yuuji were partners with blooming feelings, until you had been wiped out completely, causing you to be an amnesiac, losing a big chunk of your life, including him and any other friends you met in the past years. Only remembering a bit of your life, you had to slowly rebuild everthing from scratch.

TW: blood, mentions of death, PTSD, profanity, confusion about identity

"ill always be there for you. please hang on, my love.."

Your eyes widened as a curse pounced on you, yelling gibberish and slowly attempting to engulf and kill you. You screamed while fighting it. Unfortunately for you, the curse was extremely powerful, and it's main strength was physical power.

You struggled as it threw you around, yelling for help. As much as you tried, you couldn't break free of the curse's grasp. You tried using your jujutsu, but to no avail, your arms were broken from the strong grip the curse had on your body. You couldn't bring yourself to muster up the strength to fight the curse.

The curse looked curiously at you, and then a sick smile appeared on it's face when it realized you weren't going to fight. You looked at it wearily, and in one last weak attempt, you tried to get out of its grasp. Unfortunately, it didn't work. The curse, angered at your attempt, threw you on the ground and yelled as it picked you up and threw you around, your bones cracking, and the pain throbbing so much.

You cried, and writhed until you could barely feel anything. The pain was eventually too much, and the curse got bored of you, and walked away, as it attacked you, it thought to just leave you. You took heavy breaths as blood trickled down from the wounds.

'Fuck.' You thought as your eyes closed involuntarily, and you fought to keep them open, thinking about all your friends, and Yuuji. A soft smile appeared on your face as you thought of the memories you ha made together. Movie nights, birthdays, which Yuuji had gotten frosting all over his face. His sheepish smile You remember all the memories you had with him, and you finally closed your eyes, accepting your fate.

The last thing you heard through the ringing of your ears was the pained voice and footsteps. You instantly knew who it was. Yuuji. A single tear rolled down your cheek until all you saw was black, and what you heard was just static.

He ran faster than he'd ever ran before when he saw the pool of blood around you. He yelled as he reached you, tears running down his face. "No. No! No, no, no, no!"

He cuddled your head in his arms. "No... _____..." He cried into your shirt, holding your head with shaking heads, blood steadily streaming out of the wound. He shakily held your face, and checked for a pulse, and when he detected a faint pulse, a glimmer of hope came up in him.

He stood up and held you up carefully. He ran as fast he could, ignoring his own injuries, and ran to the hospital, faster than he ran when he trained. He knew if he was slow, he could risk your life. The second he reached the hospital doors, he collapsed, but not before protecting your head from hitting the cold tile, hoping you weren't injured.

He woke up to a hospital room, the beeping of machines, which bandages and casts. He looked around panicked. "How's the girl that was with me?" He asked a nurse nervously.

"Oh, _____ _____?" She grimaced, "she's fine... but unfortunately, she's in a coma."

His face must've showed his despair, as the nurse quickly said, "she's not doing bad. She's starting to improve, and the doctors predict she'll wake up in at most month."

He sighed a sigh of relief. Soon, many of Yuuji's friends and mentors came to visit him. They all expressed their happiness that he's improving quickly. Soon enough, he got discharged after a week. Even though he physically improved, the light that was previously in his eyes disappeared even more each day that passed that you didn't wake up.

He was sitting at your bedside, brushing off the hair off your face when he saw something that made happiness surge through his eyes. You opened your eyes and blinked, and Yuuji started crying as he felt you squeeze his hand softly. A small smile appeared on your face, and you closed your eyes again.

Yuuji ran to get a nurse, yelling. "She woke up! She woke up!"

You turned your head and softly smiled at this strange boy's excitement. You didn't know who it was but it sure was nice to have someone so excited for you.

Once the boy calmed down, and the nurse left to take many tests, you turned your head to him and asked shakily,

"Who are you?"

hey guys! short read, but i was too excited, so here's an early release!

im a busy student so dont expect quick updates 😭 sorry!! updates will be every once in a while so i apologize for that..

more coming soon ly 🫶🏻

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[moonlight-shadxw]

Do you remember when I said in my Headcanons monty turned his mom to diamond by accident

He keeps her statue somewhere safe ( was his hotel ) and cleans it everyday

I'll explain more in detail below,

Ever since he was a kid, he couldn't help stealing whatever he thought was worth keeping. It started off with small things, to the point even irrelevant things too ended up in his hands.

As the kleptomania developed further, it'd get him even more in trouble with his father who already disapproved of his entire behavior.

His mother had opened him the doors towards art ; music, dance, and literature, and his main ideal was Romeo and Juliet, hence the name. And while he was an art enthusiast, it still wasn't enough to satisfy what his father needed of him. His mother would cover for him, much to his father's dismay, to the point he decided to disown his own son.

Sick of his father's abuse and mistreatment, he didn't hesitate to leave as soon as he was told.

Several years later, he chose to return home ;

After getting his hand on the diamond amulet, he thought he might show it to his mother as an achievement. But that wasn't the only aim of his trip ; the one he'd seen first was his father ー sneaking through the kitchen window, he came face to face with him ; quickly grabbing onto a knife, he stabs his father to death.

Now covered in blood, he realizes his mother had been watching. Knowing she already had heart problems, he watches her fall to the ground. He reaches to hold her, and unaware of the full extent of the amulet's power, he turns his mother to diamond. He wasn't sure if her turning this cold was because she was already dead when he held her, or because she had turned to crystal.

But the fact he hadn't much reacted to her death made him think, that perhaps his own heart had stopped too, turning cold, yet shiny and sturdy like diamond, the first part of him to crystallize.

He realized that day that all his ideals relating to people were going to be disappointing anyway ; valuables such as money or jewelry would never really lose value and power ー and if lost, they could always be found again.

Hence, his mentality shifted to mostly caring for this side of him, thus neglecting his artistic side, burying it along with his mother.

He still has her statue intact. Sometimes he still wonders if he had gone to his mother first, and then to his father ; perhaps things would've been entirely different.

The reason he went to see his father first was because he had a specific goal in mind, to take revenge on him, not only for himself, but also for his uncle.

As a child, he had witnessed his father kill his own brother in order to inherit his wine producing company and be its new boss.

Montague's uncle used to be one of the very few people he looked up to aside from his mother, and it was him who had told him about the diamond amulet, as a farfetched fantasy, keeping him dreaming about it over and over.

All these thoughts were intermingled in his mind, causing him to choose revenge before sentiment, making him the legal new owner of the company. However, turning his mother to diamond was an unwanted side effect, leaving him confused about what to do next ー until he thought the loss of both parents would be too suspicious, especially that he had just returned.

He needed to get rid of the evidence as soon as possible.

[ tw for slight gore and accidental cannibalism ]

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He decides to chop up his father's body into reasonably sized parts and turn them to diamond, changing their shapes in order to make them appealing enough.

The only thing he'd been too curious about was his heart. It felt like his true act of vengeance, and the first compulsive thought that crossed his mind was to eat it.

Distraught by his own actions afterwards, it didn't take too long for him to regret, and then continued with his initial plan of burying the evidence and having it spread around. Those cannibalistic tendencies will only show in random impulsive bits, especially after committing a murder.

His only witness had been his mother, just as he had been the only witness of his uncle's murder ー and the two of them will be quiet about them.

[the-fatherr]

ー intro.

[ overseer playlist , wip ]

⚠️ tw!! this character is a cult leader & is part of a cult. there will be themes of this, religion, religious trauma, abuse, suicidal behavior & tendencies, self harm, death, violence, etc.

rules

no nsfw / 18+, mod is bodily a minor. suggestive & graphic shit is fine

treat mod with decency & respect, be kind.

・voiceclaim ! cole from yaelokre [ ex. 1 ] , [ ex. 2 ] , [ ex. 3 ] , [ ex. 4 ]

[ reference !! ]

ー info !

《　'father' overseer mage staff

〈　they / them / theirs , xe / xem / xir

＊　196 cm , 6 "5 | 36 years old (december 29th)

ー appearance

〈　overseer is a tall , lanky tanned individual with strange teal patterned markings & scars. their horns are large & carved , a teal gradient that falls from dark teal to lighter teal , a floating & glowing 'eye' crystal floating between their horns. their hair is a bit long & rather unkept at times , the back of their hair being a teal color though they have never dyed their hair.

they have one eye & noticeably have many scars on their face , most prominently on their mouth , over their missing eye , & one on their cheek. they are all lighter then their skin tone. their one eye is larger then normal & strange looking, the pupil slanted & dimly emitting light.

they have noticeable eyebags & such , aswell as looking rather sickly at times , but despite that they look young for their age. they look to be around their twenties , but they are infact , in their late-mid thirties.

they wear long , dark teal robes with flowy sleeves & eye accents & themes with a press button on the front. they have patternings & decorations on & dangling from their robes. their skirt is long , falling down past their knees , under they wear a pair of skintight leggings of the same color with a pair of heeled buckled shoes with metal heels, the soles having teal hooves on them. they wear a pair of black skintight gloves that have some lighter teal patterns & show their claws.

ー trivia !

[ wip ]

[vigilante-chaos]

ー " we're crashing this party , why the hell do you need some id -!? "

parody / roleplay blog ! not to be confused with our fictive's blog , @darkh3art

ー rules

no nsfw , lewd stuff is ok sometimes (darkheart is kinda nasty themselves...) , but mod is bodily a minor so dont be weird

respect the host's dni here !

⚠️ tw on this blog for heavy topics such as death , violence , gore , drug & alcohol addiction / usage , suicide & suicide attempts , body horror , cult mentions , dissociation & trauma disorders , yelling , lashing out , swearing & strong language , etc. darkheart is NOT a very good person nor are they in their right mind , if you're at all triggered by any of these things i highly suggest you stray away from this blog

ー basic info

pronouns !〈　they / them / theirs , it / its , cha / chao / chaos

aliases / monikers !〈　darkheart , dark , darky , darkheart sword , deity of darkness , etc.

appearance ! 〈　darkheart is a scrawny , lanky & dark skinned serpentine demon , one arm longer then the other. they wear a large , ripped & floppy green hat with glowing runes swirling around it's brim , fishing hooks & lures dangling down from the brim aswell.

they wear an old & patchy shirt of the same color , one of the sleeves completely ripped off. they wear a large , high waisted corset belt with belt chains dangling from it , & a pair of overly baggy black pants with one chevron on each pant leg.

they wear a pair of decorated yet worn old boots with small heels , & a worn & torn shaped green scarf around their shirt collar.

they have a disheveled appearance , visible sharp looking scales that stick out from their skin that some find either endearing or disgusting. they have a deep shadow over their eyes that obscure their eye , except at certain angles. their hair is long & fluffy , messy. it's heavily decorated with seaglass , trinkets , beads , jewelry , fishing hooks , old fishing lures , & other various items. they're visibly very scarred, the most prominent scars of theirs being around their neck & wrists , a small scar over their mouth aswell. they're missing an eye , but due to their face shadow you cant tell most of the time. they have freckles & sunspots mixed in with the scars on their face , & their nose is notably crooked.

their one arm is covered in an inky black , that has spread to parts of their back & stomach. strange spiky things have begun branching our from it , & their claws are sharper & longer on that hand. they regularly have green runic magic swirling around said arm. their hands are webbed & clawed with green gradient fingertips , complete with a couple scars on their hands. their tail is long , paddle shaped , & drags along behind them. they have a second , inky black arm on that side aswell (their left) , it being just as strange & pointy as their other arm.

their teeth are green , a visible gap between their two sharp front teeth. they have notably longer canines , most prominently on the top. their fangs are long & hooked , & they have a smaller , inner layer of tiny little hooked teeth to latch on. their tongue is long & forked.

ー trivia !

darkheart is the second-shortest deity , standing at seven foot even.

they are the deity of chaos , darkness , & wonder. they are only painted in a bad light due to their sister

darkheart is prominently malnourished & thin , this is due to a combination of issues. one , they are living in poverty & cannot afford it- therefore they have to catch their prey. two , they are struggling with mental health issues , leading to them having an eating disorder.

darkheart is pescatarian , however , they would eat a mortal if they were hungry enough.

darkheart is a did system of eleven , they're a traumagenic system. they also have autism & other various issues.

darkheart had (past tense) wings , however they do not anymore. one of which was ripped off , the other had to be amputated due to the fact it had begun to rot & decay.

darkheart's sword / gear is sentient & very much alive. it's this way because they're left handed , & their left arm & such is 'strange' , so by proxy- some of that rubbed off on their gear & such.

darkheart's voice is raspy & androgynous , sounding like multiple people are talking at once , so many find their voice strange. they also notably have a bit of a scottish accent that seems to worsen / get thicker as they get louder & more upset tone-wise.

darkheart can play the lyre , ukulele , syrinx / pan flute , & ocarina.

they currently are homeless , living under the bridge to blackrock in crossroads. they have been homeless & in poverty for centuries.

they are somewhat recovering from opioid addictions , & are fighting off a smoking problem (weed).

darkheart is morally questionable , neutral chaotic at best. they're irrational & angry , which leads them to just do alot of things out of a blind rage , not so much for the 'greater good' of things. because of this , they cant keep a steady relationship with hardly anyone & struggle to not have immensely complicated feelings towards demons they know.

references / art coming soon ! expect things to vary / change.

ー format

darkheart will speak in half colorless / half green text in quotation marks , all of their actions will be regular text

tagging system is changing , not all fully laid out yet ! things are kinda scattered all over now ... sorry !

＊　alot of things have been changed / retconned ! however most major things that have happened on this blog , aswell as their interactions & relationships with other characters / blogs remain. they are still different though !

[spiralstereo]

ーMisguided, misled. But does that make you the victim? (No, no it doesn't)

⚠️ tw!! violence, cursing, blood, gore, etc.

info !! ・since orbitus & ghostwalker both speak in orange, orbitus's text will have '[ ' infront so the two are distinguishable from one another !!

Ghostwalker was growing restless. He felt as if everything was being put onto him; simple tasks, the responsibility of making sure everyone was alive & well, & yet these responsibilities just kept... piling up.

Darkheart's absolutely foul behavior didn't help either. They were still incredibly bitter after he got onto them about their behavior awhile ago. Petty... very petty of them. They were blatantly avoiding him, which was- fucking rude, they were very rude, but it was better then dealing with them all the time. Leagues better.

He still couldn't help but feel as if something was... wrong. That sense of dread building up in his core, in his gut. He didn't feel it often, but when he did- something was usually off.

Maybe it was the stress getting to him? The emotional turmoil? No, he doubted it. It was unlikely, very unlikely that something as little as that could be the reason he was feeling so... outwardly & extremely.

Something was brewing.

He could feel it in his bones, in his soul.

Looking up at a starless sky through the ceiling windows of his temple he could see it.

Forces, beings looking down below.

It was familiar in a way, in a way he couldn't fathom. In a way that made him shudder.

' What is it you want, soul shrieker?

Are you trying to make me loose my mind, or are you just trying to strike terror?

Answer me I plead, I know I have blood on my hands, but what have I done to deserve such torment? '

No answer. His pleads were not heard, nor were they regarded. The stars did not shine again, the abyss remained starless.

He turned on his heels, defeat sinking into him. He was ignored, he was truly, completely, & utterly- not that important. Important enough to juggle so many responsibilities & manage the deaths of other worlds, other quadrants of the Inphinity, which is what the other seven should be doing... but alas.

He believed he was alone, he believed he was alone with his stress, his studies, & his thoughts, until he heard a single, echoed footstep. He halted, whipping, snapping around almost instantly.

The book being held to his chest vanished with a flick of a wrist, & he cautiously studied the general area of where the noise came from, adjusting his glasses. He did not call out.

Another step. & another.

Before the other figure revealed themselves.

A tall, cloaked figure made out of- mist? A wispy substance that swayed, reminding him of his colleague, Ghosdeeri. He did not recognize this demon(?) at first, until he saw-

Their gear. A polearm, a long grip with a handle, with a long, polished blade on each end. It looked like a double sided glaive with engravings & patterns. He recognized that gear because it was also his own- the ghostwalker. It could shapeshift (except his was broken), but... this raised more questions then it answered them.

He studied them more. The cloak, the gear- this was definitely another reaper. But- what were they doing here? They had a rather smug look on their misty & wispy, almost foggy looking face.

[ "Ghostwalker of the Inpherno, right? Name's Orbitus of Kettel, lovely meeting you."

It extended it's wispy hand out to him. He raised a brow, looking it up & down once more, but he shook it's hand nonetheless. Something was... off.

"Yes, that is me? I- pleasure to meet you.. Orbitus. May I ask what your business here is, or- atleast what you're seeking from me?"

It paused for a moment. Also odd, very odd. He didn't necessarily trust them. Their tone shifted to a slightly more... malicious one? It puzzled him.

[ "Nothing necessarily- no.. Why so uptight?! Chill, relax a bit- hey, we can sit & chat about stuff! Why don't we do that?"

She put a wispy hand on his shoulder, ushering him to one of the cushioned seats in his reading nook- practically... pushing him. He felt her jostling around something as she pushed him, feeling more & more uncomfortable by the moment.

He eventually got himself to take a peek, taking a look at what she was doing &-

She was trying to stab him through the back.

Panic spread throughout him like an electric current, he practically jumped back for his dear life (or rather, existence) getting all defensive. She could tell that he had seen what she had been doing, that she had been caught.

He backed up slowly, readying himself to defend himself. She was very clearly no good, & a violent outburst was the first thing he was expecting out of her.

Yet it still tried to play nice.

[ "C'mon... you really don't wanna fight now- do ya?"

He was panicking, & it was visibly showing. The missing bit of his horn began to glow a bright & powerful gold as he readied himself.

"I want you out of my temple. Out of my world, preferably- I don't know what you want from me- but I am not interested. Leave, leave please."

It began approaching him.

[ "Look- just keep quiet & everything'll be-"

It was cut off by his large, magic, golden wings practically exploding out of his back. Holes, portals were forming on the floor, that he had summoned. Only made you wonder what would come out of them...

It swore under its breath, before charging at him. He launched himself up into the air, making a couple strange hand movements before a semi-translucent chain(?) was visible, connected between the two.

Orbitus seemed to panic a little upon seeing it at first, swearing under its breath again. It was being dragged around by him, wispy 'feet' soaked in the blood that was flooding the temple.

He landed, landing a decent but not far distance from them. That distance was quickly closed by Orbitus though, who was charging at him.

He seemed to make a- spear? A weapon, out of solidified blood & viscera. Ironic considering they were both knee-deep in mortal blood.

The two clashed, yanking & hauling each other around with the chain linking their souls & beings together, weapons clashing against one another. Blood continued to flood & fill the room, nearly swallowing the two whole.

Orbitus was visibly getting frustrated. This wasn't going how it usually would! She didn't like this, this wasn't fun at all.

She grunted, getting lugged & yanked around by the other's attempts to get her get away, or- something. He was trying to do something.

[ "Why won't you just- use your fucking gear!!"

That was when Ghostwalker managed to get her a good enough distance away from him- spikes, large & twisted spikes rising up from the ground, consisting of solidified blood & viscera. They enclosed her in a little box, a tight little space, which also trapped more actively-rising blood in with her.

Panic. She was freaking out, she couldn't just- fly out. She didn't have wings, nor could she swim very well. Not to mention, being in a tight space with the smell of blood- it was nauseating. Even for a grim reaper.

She clawed at the sides, trying to climb out. How tall was this thing? Tall, apparently, because she was struggling. She struggled & struggled until-

She gave up, raising up her hands, both of them in defeat.

Everything seemed to stop then. The actively-rising blood, the spikes enclosing her in that tiny fucking space, even the chain linking them together.

There he stood above her, his nice attire stained & soaked in mortal's blood. He was shaking a little bit, but still looking down upon it.

It got up to it's feet, slowly but surely. He did not offer help, nor did he want to. He stepped away when it got up & brushed itself off.

[ "I-"

"Don't."

He was stern, his voice almost monotone, unfeeling. He was slightly disgusted by it.

"I don't want to see you here again."

It sighed, still holding out it's gear, but it nodded & without another word- it was gone.

He had things to be doing.

[squidheartt]

ー dont go, please, i love you

⚠️ tw !! attempted suicide, mentions of suicide, mentions of death, past complications, past complicated relationship, etc.

Suicide was common amongst the Inphernals. It always had been, & quite frankly, it always would be.

The state of the Inpherno always drew in violence & death, political issues & common squabbles further pushed those terrible things, making the Inpherno a mess of chaos & death.

For the Grim Reaper, he should be used to such things. He should be numb. But he wasn't, he was rather... soft, in all honesty. He wasn't 'fit'- atleast thats what the king said.

There were eight of them. Eight Grim Reapers, eight Ghostwalkers. For each quadrant of the Inphinity. Each of them were different, every single one. The one in the Inpherno was- very different. He was almost out of place. Orbitus... Přízrack... he was so different. Even down to his name, it was just Ghostwalker.

He did not get along well with his siblings. He was fine with it, in all honesty.

He had gone off to college. How humiliating for a deity. But he wanted to- so he did. He even attended medical school, gaining a few degrees.

He was a doctor now. Doctor Ghostwalker. He felt so proud of himself, that he had a title that none of his siblings would ever have. He was something none of them would ever be, & nobody could take it away from him.

He took pride in his work. Did it distract him from his duties? No... he was. Very busy. Juggling around multiple jobs, different professions in different medical fields, aswell as being the Inpherno's Grim Reaper left him... very busy. He had no free time!

His work also softened his heart significantly. Not saying he already wasn't understanding & such, but he found himself much more emotional whilst doing his duties as a deity.

This one instance was absolutely no exception.

A young Inphernal. Just a teenager, all on their own.

Bullied severely for their gear. They had no choice in such matters... but nobody cared. They were bullied to the brink of taking their own life, which nobody stepped in to put a stop to such things.

Except him.

He would normally be summoned moments before a death. Minutes, seconds, it didn't matter. He got lucky this time.

Upon seeing such a thing... a small, so very young demon. Gear to their throat, ready to cut off blood circulation & airflow, his heart was sore. So sore that it took control of his being, causing him to go into a panic.

He had rushed over & immediately tried to do his best & comfort them out of it. Yanking the weapon back was no good idea... he knew better.

He felt his whole body collapse infront of them as he embraced them, wings flared out as they stood there in alarm.

"Don't go... please."

He sounded so weak. Because in that moment, he truly was. He was crying. He was crying & on his knees, begging for a mortal not to take their own life. He was the deity of death, why did he care so much? Not even he fully knew.

They paused, dropping their gear to the ground. Any mortal would be stunned by such an action, but knowing that the individual in question was the deity that would guide them on if they did decide to end it? It was nerve racking.

They accepted his embrace, a smile turning up on their lips. Did he do it? Did he really do it?

They knelt down with him, letting him tower over them & hold them gently. They felt enveloped in love, comfortable in his otherworldly embrace. Those thoughts vanished from their mind entirely.

He can still remember their words.

"Thank you, I love you... I'm sorry."

I love you. The words felt so... odd. The only other person who had ever said that to him was Ghosdeeri, & he ruined what they had. He still hated that part of himself for that.

Was this mortal inlove with him? Or was it a way of saying thank you? Another way? He wasn't sure. But he said them back nonetheless.

"I love you too."

[unbridled-chaos]

ー intro.

rules.

no nsfw / 18+ asks, etc. mod is bodily a minor

treat mod w/ decency & respect

basic dni

ー tw !! this blog contains themes of violence, death, gore, torture, abuse, violence, etc.

info / lore

[REFERENCE / ART IS A WIP]

⚠️ witches brew is written to be a plural system (did-1b). mod is also a system. updates about their alters will be added as they go on

ー fraud , malicitor / host. [ it / its ]

ー dark , core / memory holder. dormant [ they / it / chao ]

ー umbra , fragment [ they / xe ]

ー maalik , comforter / protector [ it / he ]

ー labyrinth / rinth , co-host / former malicitor [ they / hysteria ]

tags are a wip, being redone.

[s0ulphr4se]

(tw ー implicit mention of blood.)

"Shhhh," she demands, eyes darting behind to make sure Sae's still in one piece.

Wait, why was there another body on her back? Holy shit, she's strong! If it weren't for the fact that they were a few steps from death, she'd be swooned. Shaking her head, she continues to blaze forward. One left, one right, another left, then straight ahead. With each hurried press of their feet to the ground, the smashing of chains seemed to get even louder.

"Straight ahead, senpai. I need you to rush ahead of me," she points, hurriedly pushing Sae towards the teleporter. The ground begins to shake, each psychadelic bloom pulsing even faster. Malice seeped from the corner, red bleeding - replacing the colourful shapes with only alarms. With an unsteady breath, she blocks the entrance to the hallway.

"I need you to step on the the glowing thing, press the button that says 'one'. After that, a countdown from twenty will begin. Once it reaches ten, scream my name - I'll be right by your side, okay?" she hurriedly spits out. "You have to do this so we survive. Go!" barking out in desperation, she turns back to the mouth of the hallway to hear a roar of pure despair.

Breath accelerating, she lifts her evoker to the temple of her head and pulls the trigger.

"Saturnus!" a scream escapes from the top of her lungs, a human figure floating behind her with fiery hair and a two-tone body of red & white. Pointing towards the entity, a grand explosion of fire scorches the surrounding area. She can feel something dripping down her nose, and she knows she doesn't have a cold. Kotone just knows she has to keep them safe. As safe as she can. Bagged eyes aim to keep the pressure on, just to buy some time.

The minute she sees the evoker, an involuntary gasp escapes her. That strong, cool, and collected facade falters as every nerve in her body is aflame — she wants to reach out and remove the gun like object from Kotone. Rationally, she knows this must only be a gun in shape and not in function... it makes no sense, at least not in Sae's mind, to shoot herself in the head.

But before she could protest, it's as if all the fatigue is drained from her body and instead replaced by the energy she spent protecting that helpless woman — Sae wonders if this is how her father feels. She really needs to visit home at some point. It was exhausting and yet, exhilarating. For the first time, Sae understands her father without the cloud of resentment over her eyes.

As contemplative as she might feel, now is not the time. Her mind snaps back to the present when Kotone speaks. The aspiring lawyer in her was about to scrutinize the other's words in contrast to the subtle signs of the latent emotions hidden under. Normally, Sae Niijima would be inclined to protest and query further but the genuine direness she sense keeps her priorities in check.

With her newly renewed strength, she briefly crouches down and lifts the arm of the unconscious stranger she risked life and limb protecting earlier. In one swift motion, she has them on her back. In this moment, Sae is grateful for her regimen and that an adolescent being on her back is akin to a backpack full of textbooks to her.

❝ I don't think that's actually a law — ❞ Sae cuts herself off before grabbing onto the back of Kotone's jacket. Somehow, she manages to keep pace despite having a the entire bodyweight of another human being on her shoulders and back.

[hazy-shxde-of-winter]

Edit: Covid deaths cw, was half asleep when I made this and forgot to tag.

Guys, I know people have touched on this before but it stings every time I'm reminded. I do a lot of thrifting, both out of environmental concerns and a love of vintage styles, and the stores here have been stale and empty for a few years.... Until now. There was an influx of antique clothing and furniture, decorative ceramics, dishes, you name it. I have seen more long discontinued Pyrex and Tupperware in the last few months than I ever have. As happy as I am to gain another reliable, well loved item that will last for years to come... It is a permanent reminder, a monument to a tragedy. I live in a really stubborn, conservative town. Nobody cared about Covid, they felt invincible, nothing closed, nobody wore masks. It tore through the older population. The funeral director built a pool, bought his daughter a new car, and went on vacation to the beach that year. When it got worse, stuff closed a little. People finally didn't go out after having two funerals a week in a small town. And when everything opened again in a few months? The secondhand stores were full.

TL;DR: The influx of antique items recently in thrift stores was caused by older people dying of Covid and I'm Not Okay.

[lacuna-at-dawn]

You Are My Sunshine | Chongyun x Reader

Warnings: War; Major character death

Word Count: 362 words

Other notes: Happy birthday Chongyun <3; I recommend listening to Jasmine Thomas’s cover of “You Are My Sunshine” while reading this

Blood. Blood everywhere. All over the ground. All over his clothes. And all Chongyun could think about was finding you. Bodies littered the ground around him, but that wasn’t important to him. What was important to him was you. 

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!” He called for you. 

When he saw you, you had been shot by an arrow from the enemy, and were lying to the ground. Chongyun ran up to you, starting to cry. “(Y/n)! (Y/n)!”

“Chongyun…”

“(Y/n)! Hang on, I’m going to take you to the medical tent!”

“Chongyun, no. You’ll be too late. Just… just do one more thing for me.”

Chongyun’s breath hitched in his throat before nodding. “What is it?”

“That song I sang to you all the time, the one from when we were kids. I want you to sing it to me.”

Chongyun sniffled and took a deep breath. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.” He sang, his breath shaky.

You joined in at the final line. ���Please don't take my sunshine away.” And with that, you were gone.

It seemed like the world had stopped. Chongyun cried and cried, as if it was going to bring you back.

They’re gone… They’re gone, and it’s my fault… I’m so stupid…

“Mr Chongyun! Can you sing us that song again?”

“Which one?”

“The one that you sing all the time. The one about the sunshine!”

Chongyun stiffened. It had been years since he had last sang it to anyone, except you at your grave. 

“What’s wrong Mr Chongyun? You started crying.”

Chongyun quickly wiped his tears. “I-it’s nothing! Of course I can sing it to you, but you have to promise something.”

“Yes sir!”

“You have to promise to keep it to you dearly, and sing it to everyone you love dearly.”

“I promise!” The small child responded. 

Chongyun smiled softly and cleared his voice. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

Thank you, (Y/n), for everything… I love you… 

[ghost-chance]

Today, Cold and I lost a friend to Covid. No, not "a difference in opinion regarding Covid." Our friend was fine last week, went on a ventilator this week, and died yesterday. There were no warnings. There was no time to say goodbye. He was fine, then he was gone...and he was in good health and the prime of his life.

I've been nice before now. I've been patient and suffered the deniers. Now? Now I'm angry, and I'm liable to start going off on people. My husband's heart is breaking, and I'm fucking angry.

Covid is real, it is dangerous, and if you refuse to follow guidelines, I blame YOU for this. Congratulations. You have yet another death on your heads.

Family...friends...I'm liable to be offline for awhile while we process this.

[somnolent-snufkin]

[squidheartt]

ー im sorry i couldn't make it

⚠️ tw ! death , gore , etc.

His body was falling apart. He knew of it yet he persisted on.

It was a piece of meat he was lugging around. Pieces falling off, drippings falling into the grass as he hobbled on, his jaw broken & hanging open like a dead man's. A zombie.

He couldn't even see. His eyes were gone & his breathing was short & labored, he could feel his exposed heart burning as it pounded in his open chest, bleeding. It burned from the pain & from his desire to live.

He had never wanted to go home before. He had never wanted to see his siblings so terribly before. He felt a bit pathetic, doing all this & persisting so much for them when they had done so little for him.

Did they even love him? Did he love them?

He wasn't sure, really.

He didn't really know where he was, there was no way for him to tell. He didn't know where he was going but all he knew was that his body was dying, yet he could feel himself burning with hope.

It was painful. Was this death? He wasn't supposed to feel this, he thought. He was death- could he die? He was terrified of death, despite being death itself. What would happen to him?

He didn't want to die.

But the Inphinity is unforgiving, he knows that. & in a way- he accepts it. He knows he is going to die. He knows & he's scared.

He wants to cry out when he feels himself fall over. But he's lacking a larynx, aswell as alot of the muscles that were covering & protecting his mandible & jugular. It burns. It aches. He knows there must be a puddle of gold beneath him even though he can't see it.

He gags. He's vomiting. Yet his heart still burns, he feels like his heart is going to burst. This is terrifying.

Then it goes dark.

He woke up again. He was different now.

He felt... lighter. He could see. His heart still burned with that hope & that will but he was alive. Atleast he felt somewhat alive.

But he knew he wasn't. He wasn't bleeding, he wasn't injured- but he could tell he was. He knew he was. His body was now all stitched together like a doll, a windup on the back & all. Was that what they had put inside him?

He got up to his feet. He looked around him. He was in the woods, he had no idea where. It was dark yet he could see fine- which was normal for him. He felt so strange.

He looked around & behind him, eventually taking notice of what was left of him.

So he was dead.

How was he going to deal with this? He felt grief & dread twist in his gut just looking at his mangled corpse. How was he going to tell everyone? That he literally died? That was not something he particularly wanted or had the heart to explain to everyone, especially since he would have to go into detail about what happened.

Then again, he felt bad just looking at himself down there. Someone would find him, & they would eventually find out. But would they recognize him? Maybe it was best he found out.

He turned away, his wispy figure marching on like he did before.

[dissevered]

                                                ---i fear not pain; death take me in.

       HE MURMURS UNTO THE SHADOWS, adrift a tide of darkness; all alone. he is a ghost inside of his own head, unseen; faded away. he will become one with the void, as fate had always intended. 

                                       it was meant to be this way. 

       the voice that fills the loneliness is nothing more than his own, a soft cadence, smooth like velvet, resounding like an echo in the emptiness. and so he remains, trapped in a familiar dream---

             ... V slowly opens his eyes, the light seeping into his vision little by little. it takes a minute or two to fully discern his surroundings given the disorient, nestled in the comfort of his own lodgings. 

       the midday sun peeks through his curtains, casting a narrow blade of warmth across his cheeks. laying in his bed for a moment longer, staring aimlessly at the ceiling above, V blinks away his daze, struggling to seat himself upright. to his great detriment however, as a pang of searing pain rips through his chest--- a cruel reminder.

             ❝  uhh--!  ❞ clenching his teeth, he grabs at his heart, managing only a fistful of his vest as if to will away the hurt.

       sweat wells at his forehead as he tightens his grip, tresses of ink black hair falling limply around his eyes. his head is pounding, grappling with consciousness as he forces his gaze toward the door. every breath claws at his throat, wavering with the shuddering rise and fall of his chest. there was blood, as he recalls, and it was everywhere, staining his lips and hands, filling his mouth. it felt like he was drowning. but when he felt for the wound, he found nothing: no torn flesh, no splintered bones... there was no hole there anymore.

                                        i... i died... why did i---?

       why did he do that? fear like an old friend finds him again, numbing him, reminding him it’s still here, lurking behind his eyes. his goal had only ever been to survive--- when did that change? his thoughts are moving too fast for his head, he can’t keep up with them; the questions, the uncertainty... the memories. it all comes flooding back.

      he peers aside, where his phone waits on the bedside table. tentatively he reaches for it, pushing a button. the screen lights up, upon which reads a couple of message notifications, but then his eyes dart up to the date.

                                        ... a day. it’s been a day.

       so it’s true, he muses through the fog---

                                                                                 ... i’m alive.

[sweetlittlevampire]

I’m feeling sick to my stomach. Like, physically.

I lost my grandmother today, and I’ve been taking it relatively well (as well as you can possibly take it when someone passes), but combine that with the US news, and the government in my own country pulling nonsensical Covid-stuff that will probably make the situation worse again -

I’m tired. I’m so tired. I want to sleep.

At the same time, I don’t want to sleep, because there’s this dread that, when I wake up, the world isn’t going to be there anymore, and I didn’t do enough to prevent it from happening because I slept through it.

[scretladyspider]

My dad almost didn’t marry my mom. Before he met her, he was in love with someone else. He had to join the army to pay for his college. He wrote her letters while he was gone, telling her he still loved her. When he got back, he found out her mother didn’t think he was good enough for her. She had kept the letters from her,making her think she was forgotten.

Soon after he met up with her after his time in the army and found out they weren’t getting back together, she contracted the flu and died. She was in her early 20’s.

In my childhood I had many conversations with my dad about this. While he did love my mother and said that he married the right person, the loss clearly effected him. I believe it still does.

I never thought I would see others around me, my age, mourning these losses the same way my father once had to, let alone so many. Its surreal.

I’m reading now about people talking about losing people to coronavirus, both those immunocompromised and those they never would’ve thought would even have symptoms. It’s starting to set in for many just how serious this is. And yet in between these reports, tweets, and expressions of mourning I’m reading from my home, I’m seeing people talk about seeing others not taking it seriously - or worse, still saying it’s a hoax.

It’s not.

This is real.

This is thousands already feeling the same shock and depression my father felt losing friends, loved ones, and family. Be considerate to others. It can and will save lives. Social distance. Stay indoors unless you need to leave for work or a necessary grocery.

Take this seriously. Please.

We can lessen this spread.

We can give the world fewer to mourn.