#I'm dead I'm dying I'm sorry

[vaguely-concerned]

are. are you telling me that if the romanced mage warden dies and alistair is king, he deadass stares greagoir down over her dead body and grants the circle of ferelden its autonomy after ordering it rebuilt somewhere safer. first you have to deliberately leave him behind so he won't die for you and then he does that for you once you're gone, even when you're broken up??? absolute and literal king behaviour of the highest order????? the actions speak louder than words of it all??????? I think I hauve covid

[destroyedbitxh]

I just want to stop suffering

[arthursfuckinghat]

Accidentally fell down a cliff and made him cry :(

[quillium]

Two kinds of comments and replies on ao3:

1.

commentor: nice fic

author replying: Hello you have done me the greatest of services. The kindest of compassions hast been received from thine good hand. May you be blessed into the coming days, for you have blessed me and mine.

2.

commentor: This tore into my ribcage and you hold my still-beating heart in your hands. I loved the thematic strength of this story--the persistent symbolism within is everything, actually. Your characterization was so on point, I adored the specific choices you made to cement not only the dynamics and show the effect on others but also the further the plot in a logical manner--

author replying: lol thx <3

[aventurineswife]

“Do you think we are soulmates in every universe?"

Tags: Angst(just pure angst), hurt/no comfort, character death, grief, crying(duh-), breakdown, emotional loss, unanswered question, regret, overall definitely sad.

A/N: WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE THIS SHORT BUT ENDED UP MAKING IT LONGER THAN IT WAS MEANT TO BE!!

You and Aventurine were tangled together under the soft blankets, the dim glow of the nightlight casting long shadows across the room. His arm was draped lazily over your waist, his head resting on your shoulder as he absentmindedly twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers.

You could feel his breath against your skin, slow and steady, a rhythmic comfort that always seemed to soothe you.

You tilted your head slightly, looking at him—his hair tousled and his eyes half-closed in contentment. The thin gold rims of his glasses were resting on the nightstand, leaving his face bare and vulnerable in a way he rarely showed the world.

“Aventurine,” you whispered, and he hummed in response, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?”

He stiffened slightly beside you, his fingers pausing on your skin. There was a long, heavy silence before he spoke, his voice quiet, almost unsure.

“I… I don’t know.” You blinked, surprised by the uncertainty in his voice. Aventurine was never unsure of anything.

He always had an answer, always knew the next move. But now, his eyes were clouded with something you rarely saw in him—doubt.

“I want to believe that,” he said finally, his gaze still fixed on the ceiling. “But I’ve seen too much. I’ve lost too much. I don’t know if fate works like that. If it’s kind like that.”

You shifted closer to him, your hand reaching up to cup his face, turning him to look at you. “We don’t need fate to be kind,” you whispered, your thumb brushing against his cheek. “We just need each other.”

A small, bittersweet smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment, as if he was trying to hold onto this—onto you.

“Maybe,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “But what if… what if I lose you? In this universe, or any other?” You didn’t have an answer for that.

You didn’t know how to reassure him of something you couldn’t control. All you could do was hold him tighter, as if that alone could keep you together.

“It’s not fair...” his voice whispered, but the warmth of the bed was gone.

Suddenly, everything shifted. The soft comfort of your shared bed dissolved into cold air, the delicate touch of his fingers replaced by the harsh reality of silence.

You weren’t in your room anymore. You weren’t wrapped up in each other. You weren’t… anywhere you wanted to be.

The scene cut harshly to stone—the gravestone cold and unyielding beneath Aventurine’s fingertips. The silence of the cemetery was deafening, so different from the quiet comfort you’d shared.

“It’s not fair...” he whispered again, kneeling by the headstone. His eyes, usually so sharp, so alive, were now hollow. His words felt like they were pulled from his chest, ripped out in broken pieces.

“I wanted you in this one.” The soft wind rustled his overcoat, the roulette detailing on the back almost mocking the cruel game fate had played on him, before the gravestone, your name etched into the cold, unforgiving stone. The world around him felt distant, muted, as if it didn’t matter anymore. And maybe it didn’t. Not without you.

His gloved hand rested on the stone, trembling, as if he could still feel you beneath his touch. He could still hear your voice, soft and hopeful—“Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?” It echoed in his mind, relentless, a cruel reminder of the question he’d never truly answered. And now, it was too late.

“I was afraid,” he choked out, tears burning behind his eyes. “Afraid of losing you. Afraid that maybe… maybe we weren’t meant to be. And now—” His voice broke completely, a sob tearing from his throat as he collapsed to his knees, gripping the stone as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“I lost you too.”

For a man who had always gambled, who had always taken risks and come out on top, this was a loss he couldn’t bear. It felt like the universe itself had turned against him, taken the one thing that mattered most. He had never felt so powerless, so utterly broken.

“I didn’t know,” he whispered, his voice cracking, barely holding together. “I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to believe in something so… good.”

“I would’ve chosen you,” he whispered through his tears, his voice raw and aching. “In every universe, I would’ve chosen you.”

But here, now, the only choice left was to mourn. And for the first time in his life, Aventurine had no strategy, no plan. He had nothing but the ache of your absence and the unbearable weight of regret.

Part 2?

[natelia-aldelliz]

Guys imagine, Roach died, before the creation of 141, but Soap is able to see his ghost. He was originally following Ghost around, really annoyed that he was using his death as an excuse to not get close to anyone, but when he found out Soap could see him and talk to him he started following him around instead.

And they get really close, like two peas in a pod, except they have to be discreet about it because no one else can see or hear Roach, and they'd think Soap was crazy if they saw him talking to no one.

They use that for shenanigans too: Roach will go follow someone else and report back to Soap, Gaz is genuinely starting to believe Soap has superpowers or something. It's really useful on missions as well, and Soap managed to successfully rescue team members thanks to Roach being able to move through walls and everything.

(Roach is not the only ghost Soap is able to see btw, just the only one he's talking to.)

And then Roach is witnessing his past lover trying really hard to not fall in love with Soap, and Soap trying really hard to not do anything about the love he already feels, and he has to try and convince Soap that he is dead. During that conversation he finds out that something else that keeps Soap from doing something is that he feels very confused about everything because he also has feeling for Roach.

So now Roach has to try and convince him that even if he was still alive he wouldn't have a problem with that. He's known for a while that he was polyamorous, but he hadn't really dared talking to Ghost about that because he thinks he's jealous and possessive.

And Soap is like "oh yeah, you want me to go say to Ghost 'don't worry about your dead lover that I'm not supposed to know, he's actually polyamorous and also in love with me, I know because his ghost told me!' ??? I'm sure he's gonna take that well!"

But Roach is nothing if not resourceful and he manages to put Soap in situations where he's forced to interact with Ghost, and eventually they kiss and their relationship is beginning to be something. They're not really sure what.

And Roach is sad, because he has to watch the two men he loves being in love without him, yes, but at least they're both happy, and it makes him feel a bit better. And then during a mission Ghost almost dies.

Because he was alone and Soap and Gaz were together, Roach was following Ghost this time, ready to fly to Soap in an instant if there was any problems. But there was and he didn't have time, so he instinctively grabbed the gun being pointed towards Ghost's head and moved it as the person was shooting, saving Ghost's life, giving him enough time to shoot the enemy himself.

But even as the threat is eliminated, Ghost is still looking up from where he's on the ground, staring right through him, looking shocked. No, not right through him, he realises when he moves to the side and Ghost's eyes follow him. He also realises that he grabbed the gun. He's never grabbed anything before, in all his years of being a ghost.

Then suddenly Ghost's eyes move wildly around, and he figures he disappeared from his view. He can still go through the walls, but he's kept the ability to grab stuff when he wants. It gives him a ton of new possibilities, to fuck with people and, of course, to touch Soap.

"I wish you were actually alive," Soap whispers to him, holding his hands against his face as he's falling asleep.

"What the fuck," comes Ghost's voice the next morning, waking both of them up - wait, since when could Roach sleep?

Soap doesn't understand immediately, because he's always been able to see Roach. But Ghost is standing in the door, looking straight at dead past lover.

Turns out Soap is a necromancer and he had no idea, though the whole 'I can see dead people' should probably have told him sooner that he wasn't normal... The more he wishes Roach is alive, the more he actually is. And they all end up happy and together. And Gaz is very happy to have won the bet that Soap indeed has superpowers.

The day Roach says, in a wondering voice, "I... I think I'm hungry" is the day they understand that something is really happening and he's actually coming back to life.

(Also, Soap has no control at all on his abilities, he has no idea what does what and why, he knows nothing. No one knows.)

[friendlyfatbee]

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I am exhausted, good heavens.

[angrybatart]

Somewhere, Ragnvaldr is STILL spitting out bits of book and paper.

[phatcatphergus]

I still can't get over the fact that Tubbo was completely alone aside from two Fed workers at the funeral of the only person he felt returned his love and then spent the days after being berated and insulted over his feelings all while keeping a smile on his face

[jilted-love]

I have a fic idea for an alternate universe where Kurama never met Shiori (I AM SO SORRY) and took the form of a small fox instead and was found and taken care of as a pet by Yusuke and Atsuko when he was a boy. It was Atsuko who got ran over by a car after saving a child in this story. She goes comatose in the hospital for this. Yusuke is about to become an orphan with no one to take care of him.

In order to repay his life debt, Kurama shapeshifts to help Yusuke save his mother by telling him about a heist he planned to do with Hiei. So in this AU, the three thieves that ransack Reikai's vault are Hiei, Kurama and Yusuke.

Kurama only reveals his identity as Yusuke's pet fox while trying to die for him and his mother but Yusuke, like in canon, still does not let him.

They all get pardoned by Koenma eventually but all of them are criminals paying for their crimes with "community service".

[destroyedbitxh]

I wanna destroy myself completely

[wreckedhoney]

a while ago on the discord i brought up the "which desk at the station is forrest's desk" question when the answer should probably have been obvious. he's been at the job for approx. one week, so it's the desk with all the unpacked boxes. it just didnt occur to me because thats Frankly A Lot Of Boxes and my first thought was this is where all the storage and junk are piled on, but no. it's all stuff forrest brought (/hc). he's a heavy packer. he spite packed all the stuff he didn't want his old job to keep even if he doesnt need or even like them all that much but now that he's blacklisted then no one in the entirety of chicago can have them

[sheathnknife]

the vampire diaries 8.16 // louise gluck, crossroads

“and damon, like the voiceover tell us, he was worried he would never see stefan again. it was just elena assuring him that there would be peace. that we’ve dealt with this other side of darkness for several seasons, but there’s also light out there and there’s peace, and damon will find it. if you search for it, you will find it. and we wanted to get that last moment to see that [...] damon found it too, and it looked just like his brother.” — kevin williamson

[hiro--aoki]

Always love to ruin my day with a good Carl angst bot.

[mothman-did-nothing-wrong]

I'm like so cooked y'all I fucked up a doohickey at work because I didn't know how to clean it and my coworker who's been here longer didn't know either and I tried to do it but come opening shift, my managers come in and see it and GRIMACE