#I hope if there’s an afterlife that he’s happy

[honeycreammilkshake]

say what you want about this final chapter but i'm taking it as confirmation that yuuji was the one who finally taught sukuna about love.

this whole time sukuna has been trapped by his own thinking, his unshaken belief, that he was just as much a curse as someone like mahito.

but it's very telling that right after we see yuuji's face, his words that everything will end up alright, that sukuna appears. and more than that, he looks far more at peace than i would have expected him to be after losing.

yuuji is the only one to have treated him like a person, to open up with him, to show him true kindness and empathy. and unlike everyone else who saw sukuna as nothing but a monster, yuuji said sukuna could have a new start. that it was only a matter of chance that sukuna was the monster in all this.

yuuji humanized sukuna. he saw something inside the king of curses that nobody else could understand. yuuji saw himself in this monster, that they could have been two of a kind.

and it really did get to sukuna. not only did he fully acknowledge yuuji by calling him by his full name and not just "brat" but he also referred to himself as a "curse" as he died in yuuji's hands.

he chose death because he saw himself as only inhuman, but now in the afterlife he's reflected on yuuji's words. he finally realized that he has two paths he can go on, he has a choice. and yuuji was the one to give it to him.

and i think this change in heart is all owed to yuuji, who cradled sukuna even in his final moments and awoke that understanding inside sukuna. because yuuji out of everyone was the most sincere and understanding of sukuna, perhaps the only one who ever showed him real love. and in death, i think it comforted sukuna. he's gone "soft" and he's accepted it, because yuuji was the one who impacted him the most, who finally broke down sukuna's philosophy. (which is ironic considering how sukuna threatened to break down yuuji's). out of all the people who thought they would teach sukuna love, yuuji was the only who really could and really did.

this chapter was by no means fully satisfactory to me, but it's not what i fully expected and more than i could have hoped for, given the direction i feared we were going in.

sukuna's character finally being able to show that growth, learning what love is from yuuji, being able to accept everything because of yuuji's warmth even at the end... we won. yuuji really did teach sukuna how to love, and it started with making sukuna realize that he was capable of such a thing, that fulfillment was what he needed after all.

and just maybe this isn't the last we see of the both of them. i still have this crazy hope that their story isn't fully over yet. and even if it fully is, than it's far more of a happy (and hopeful) ending that i could have imagined.

[r0ad-kiill]

Raccoon

I saw a raccoon in the road on my way to school today

And I don’t know if I’m vulnerable

just vulnerable and sick

But it’s frozen eyes made me more sad than usual

Today I drove to the park

And dig a hole off the path

A trowel in the wet dirt

I’ll retrieve him from the gutter tonight

Maybe tomorrow

And lay him to rest in the hole

Wrapped in a plastic bag

and hidden by wet soil

Under the hazelnut tree

I’ll pray for him

To gods I might not believe in

Because at least then he’ll be at rest.

Or I’ll feel better.

Either way,

May Pan and Faunus accept his sacrifice.

I don’t know when “it” became “he” to me

But even if I don’t retrieve his bones

I’ll be happy to know

He’s at rest among the trees

In this suburban hellscape

[kourota]

in a sky full of stars, I think I saw you

[wingsofhcpe]

thinking about how in the manga Hange and the rest of the dead scouts smile at Levi before fading away, meanwhile in the anime Hange looks so pensive and sad instead, gazing at Levi with so much regret in her eyes because she had to leave him alone, because he's the last one now and he has to carry everyone's hearts forward even when they're no longer there with him.

Thinking about how Hange didn't want to leave Levi, how they asked Levi if he thinks their dead comrades are watching them, and Levi did not reply, but then when Hange died he whispers "goodbye, Hange. Watch us."

I am really so not okay over these two, I am absolutely Not normal about levihan and their relationship and how much pain and love there is inside both of them, and how these two -the pain and the love- can coexist so perfectly even after Hange is gone and Levi is the last one of the OG scouts left.

[sugarsweetvirgo]

ANGST!?

It's still in the oven but we're cooking over here 🍽️🍳

[angypanda]

post-defection suguru buying satoru's favourite sweets on his birthday throughout the years & sneakily leaving them near gojo's residence. when satoru gets back home, he doesn't question the package wrapped in front of his door. the faint yet familiar scent is enough of an answer

[whathasangramainyudonewrong]

Wrong #630

No, it’s absolutely precious that you found a cat that loves shoes as much as Baobhan Sith does, that’s not the question here

The question I want answered is what universe you live in where you think letting any animal lay on Baobhan Sith’s precious high heels is an action that will end in anything other than pain for you

[lovekento]

he’s smiling and he looks at peace my baby ☹️

[dragonknightofsummerset]

Peluchin, the bestest boy we could've asked for, passed away this morning while I was at work :( unfortunately the last photo I took of Peluchin was in February, I didn't think to capture daily photos as I thought I'd have more time with him.

It's strange, I'm not crying like I thought I'd be, idk if it's numbness or because I have already cried in the past a lot, there have been so many instances where I thought I was going to lose him but he always pulled through. My mom was with him until the end & she said he wasn't in pain, at least, so I'm thankful for that.

[mobbothetrue]

Pineapple has passed. At some point between 4AM and 7AM last night. He’d been not very well for a while, so his passing isn’t too much of a surprise. He went in his sleep, which is all I can be grateful for. He was such a sweet little trooper, a real goofball, full of character and love. It’s going to take me a while to recover from this loss.

[alucardstears]

finished mark's book and this sadness took over me and now i'm crying

[batfamfucker]

A crazy thing is that The Boy In The Box case has been on my mind all week this week and they've apparently just found out his identity. I don't know why I was thinking about this case so much but finding out this news, I'm so fucking happy. I was literally thinking about it yesterday and today like 'I wish they could give that kid justice. I wish they could just find out who he was' and they finally might be able to. Not full justice as I'm sure his killers are likely dead by now, but after 65 years that boy will finally have his name be known. In my mind, he will finally be able to be buried with his name and put to rest. He'll finally have peace after 65 years.

[sukirainbow]

Anytime someone portrays Nagato and Yahiko as romantic rivals or Nagato as happy Yahiko died bc he can have Konan now im like 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

there was never any animosity between them Nagato was so rooting for him and Konan he wanted them to be happy!!!! ARHHHHGH 🔪🔪🔪🔪

They loved each other so much 😭 it makes me feel so many emotions ok???

[gdaymer]

Alert: New gender neutral toilet revealed!

[deadsetobsessions]

Fae adjacent! Danny, pt. 3

Jason returns to consciousness with a scream trapped before it could come to life. He twisted his neck back and forth and back and forth.

It was the last thing he did before he died. When the Joker left and told him to say hello to the big guy, Jason could not muster up the energy to make a single sound.

But Bruce… Bruce was here this time, heavy head making the mattress by his leg dip.

The scars that ran over his face stretched as he blinked.

“…B?”

Bruce’s head shot up, eyes bloodshot and bags heavier than a Gotham socialite’s solid gold Dior purse.

“Jaylad.”

Jason- Jason was alive now. Bruce’s hug felt warm, the tear spot on his shoulder was damp as his dad cried while hugging him.

And Jason should be happy. He’s alive again. His dad loved him.

But all he could think about was the cold of the coffin, the squelch of mud and dirt, and the unerringly wrong feeling of knowing he came back but he came back wrong.

——

Tim had wandered Gotham in the weeks following Jason’s reawakening. He wasn’t avoiding Bruce Wayne. He wasn’t. But Tim knows he’ll have to answer questions soon. He just wasn’t ready.

Tim looked up at the den of pixies- pixies were real!- and squared his shoulders. He did his research. Tim Drake walks into the den with nothing but foolish hope and Gotham-brand audacity. He’ll get answers about Danny today. He will.

——

Soul-Plucker, they called him. Danny Fenton, the proprietor of Fenton Artifacts. The High King.

“I thought King Oberon was the High King?”

The pixies chittered at the little human that could have been kin. Their wings fluttered at their backs, muffled by cloth. It’s not often they find kindred. It really is too bad that Fenton had his mark on the child. How they would have loved to whisk him away. He would have made entertainment that would last a millennia! Or until the court decided to cut of his tongue, at least. How well he had tricked them!

“Of course! Of course! King Oberon is our king, see?” A younger pixie swirled her drink, a shining red and blue thing. “But he’s the High King of another court!”

“The High King of the Infinite Realms, encompassing far more than King Oberon and Queen Tatianna could ever reach.”

Another pixie chimed in, on their fourth glass of amber colored nectar. “The Soul-Plucker!”

“The Beginning of the End.”

“Afterlife IRS department!”

“He who wanders.”

“Death-Caller.” Another one said, grave and serious.

“The Arbiter.”

“So, he’s like, the boss of bosses?” Tim asked. What kind of entity did he make a deal with? Why was he kind to Tim? What motives did Danny have?

“Uh huh!”

“Then what’s he’s doing here?”

“Who knows? The whims of the most powerful are unknown to us.” The pixies clustered around Tim. “Won’t you play another game with us, Alvin? You’re so good at it! Oh, how about a drink?”

“Can’t. I gotta get home. Also, I’m a minor.” Tim slipped passed their fluttering wings and manic smiles. They move to let him past, waving drinks at him in a tantalizing manner.

“And where is that, sweet one?”

“Somewhere, Liltri. Somewhere.”

Tim Drake was a child of pure will, pure hard headed foolishness, a mind sharper than any blade, and luck more terrifying than the creatures he now dealt with. And so, he stepped out of the Pixie Bar with more questions than answers but he stepped out unharmed.

——

“Who are you?” The shadows shift as Lady Gotham unveiled her knight.

Danny felt his eyes cool, glinting green and blue. Lady Gotham forgets who her liege is.

“Haven’t you done your research? You who walks along the edge of shadows, my shop is not a place to dismiss decorum.”

“You brought… you brought him back. How. Why?”

“You want answers? Then give me something in return.”

Danny gestured to the circle his clients have come to know as the deal-maker. Danny doesn’t ask for much in return. Just… something equal to the request.

“Ah,” Danny pointed up at the sign. “I am legally able to deny you my service, so don’t get any ideas.”

Batman was studied up on myths. But he was not a believer, and that both hindered and helped him. What was a god, in front of the faithless? What was the faithless in front of power?

The vigilante stepped into the circle, unable to see the subtle shimmering of magic but remained unbound by the virtue of his disbelief.

“What do you want for answers?”

“You do not often deal with the occult, do you?” Danny tapped the counter. Batman remained silent.

“I have a soft spot for vigilantes,” Danny continued. “And so I won’t ask for much. Just… your cape.”

“Not my hair? A body part?”

“If you were dealing with the fae, you’d probably would lose something of that value, yes.”

“You aren’t fae.”

Danny merely smiled. “Do we have a deal?”

“My cape in exchange for honest answers to my questions.”

Danny huffed, approval glinting in his eyes.

“Your cape for honest answers to three questions,” Danny pointed at the sign, still hanging above them. “Three questions or nothing.”

Batman grimaced. “Deal.”

“Ask your questions, protector.”

“Why did you bring Jason back to life?”

“I didn’t.” Danny grinned. The Bat should have stipulated that he must answer elaborately. He looked like he realized that. Oh well. His mistake. Well, not like there was actual magic binding Danny, so technically, Danny could lie off his ass.

“…Will Jason stay alive?” Danny had a heart and this man was a much better father than Jack ever was.

“Yes. Barring unnatural causes, his soul is firmly attached to his body and will not shuffle off the mortal coil without warning.”

The lines of Batman’s shoulders slumped. Relief. He paused.

“What are your intentions in this city?”

“To run my shop… and to enjoy retirement.”

Danny laughed at Batman’s stoic face. “Disappointed I am not up to nefarious deeds, little knight?”

“No.”

Danny tapped the table. “My payment?”

Batman shucked off his cape and handed it to Danny.

“Why my cape?”

Danny smiled a fanged little thing. “Because your costume looks stupid without it and I could use a laugh.”

Batman grumbled and turned to leave. Ha paused, eyes catching on the glint of camera lenses.

“How much for that?”

“For the little sparrow’s camera?” Danny sighed, eyes fixed on the form of a vigilante who was more kind than angry for once. “Two thousand dollars.”

“That’s a huge markup.”

“That’s how much it means to me, compared to the rest.” Danny slid beyond the counter, a ghostly air about him. He pinned his newly earned cape up. “My shop, my prices, little knight.”

Batman silently handed him two thousand dollars and left with the little sparrow’s camera.

[bet-on-me-13]

Ghost Zone Breakout Au

So! Danny is missing. Maybe it's a Vivisection AU and he ran away, maybe he got trapped by one of his Rogues, either way, Danny is gone and his Rogues are free to spread across the planet.

Walker in particular has an interesting adventure.

After Danny trashed his Prison and broke Wulf out, people realized that it wasn't as impenetrable as he made it out to be. And what's an army of Immortal Criminals to do when given all the time in the world? They test each and every method they can to break in or to escape.

Danny's actions caused a Domino Effect that lead to Walkers Prison being torn apart from both the inside and the outside. He lost his Territory, his Power, and most of his Guards. So he decided to start again in the Mortal Realm.

And he found the perfect New Haunt.

Arkham.

He's never seen such a sorry Prison in his AfterLife (It's an asylum). Criminals breaking in and out every other week, no prisoner staying for longer than a month at most, and nobody is doing anything to fix it.

He needs to remedy this.

So one night, he and his Army of Ghostly Guards attack the Prison. They Overshadow whatever guards are on Duty, take control of the Prison Systems, and Initiate a Total Lockdown.

Walker then sends out a Message.

"People of the Mortal Realm. I an Warden Walker, the new Head of this here little Prison. We have seen how terrible this sorry excuse for a prison is, and decided to take it upon ourselves to fix it. From now on, we will be the Guards of this Arkham. Send your prisoners here, and they will stay here. Try to break in, and you will never leave. Try to force us out, and you will join our undead Ranks. This is not a Negotiation, this is not a Request, this is an Announcement. If you have a problem with this, then I will be happy for personally meet you. I am in need of new employees after all."

After this message, many tried to stop him, but none were successful. He didn't seem to understand that a Prison is meant to hold Prisoners for a determined amount of Time, not forever. Or that it wasn't a Prison in the first place, it was an Asylum to treat the mentally ill.

The Bats could do anything either. Any time they tried to take back the prison, they were beaten back by the Possessed Guards and Ghostly Guards patrolling the grounds. And they didn't want to hurt the Hostages.

They needed a solution, so they got to digging.

Apparently they weren't the only ones who were dealing with Ghost Related Issues. All across the world, powerful Ghosts were claiming large areas of land as their new Haunts, weaker Ghosts were running Rampant in the spaces in between, and JLD was being run ragged as they tried to help wherever they could.

It was a worldwide issue, and they needed to find the Cause.

After a lengthy investigation, they found that all the Ghosts originally came from one Place. A small town in Illinois where they had been trying to break into the Mortal Realm for years, but they had been stopped by another. A Ghost who protected the Mortal Realm from the powerful Spirits of the Dead.

If they had any hope of containing this threat, they needed his help. They needed to find Phantom.