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[lesbicosmos]

day 6 of @chrisginnyweek !!

day 6 prompt: separate

my interpretation: separate planes of existence? a really niche book au that probably makes no sense

summary: ginny dies in an accident and is the last person to die on new years eve, so she becomes a grim reaper. chris deals with losing her. aka the afterlove au no one asked for

note: some context if u haven't read afterlove by tanya byrne -the last person to die on new years eve in a specific area becomes a grim reaper for that area -the grim reapers are the ones who take the recently dead to the place where they 'move on' so to speak -they do still exist in the world but their appearances are altered so much that any unique details like birthmarks and scars disappear so they seem almost like a blank canvas -if a living person recognises a reaper despite the appearance change, they're seemingly doomed to die within a few days

also on ao3!

no grave can hold my body down

No. No, this couldn’t be happening. It was impossible. She couldn’t be- no. Chris refused to believe it. Ginny Danburry wasn’t dead. She just couldn’t be. Yet here the police were, delivering the news not even hour into the New Year.

They’d decided to have a New Years party at Knox’s house given his parents were out on a business trip. The seven poets, Chris and Ginny had all been having fun together without a care in the world, playing stupid games and waiting for midnight to arrive. Chris had planned everything that was going to happen at the stroke of the new year: she was going to push the others out of the way, drag Ginny into the centre of the living room and kiss her senseless right there; Charlie would probably whistle like a child, but she wouldn’t care; there would be confetti falling around them: it would be the perfect way to start January 1st.

But then Ginny’s parents had come. Then they’d dragged her away from the party at ten minutes to midnight. They’d taken her home in the car, promised she could see them all tomorrow. But she never got home. There was an accident, and Ginny’s side of the car had been crushed. Her parents had survived, but Ginny was gone.

Chris sat on Knox’s sofa, staring into the fireplace, only one word repeating in her mind like a broken record: no. She couldn’t be gone. Chris couldn’t believe that she’d never see her face again, never run her hands through her impossibly soft hair again, never kiss her again. Everything was happening too quickly. She was angry – angry at her parents for taking her away from the party, angry at herself for not being able to convince them to let her stay, angry at whatever controlled the universe for choosing Ginny. It should have been someone else – it should have been her. Ginny had so much ahead of her, an inevitable shining acting career just a few years away, while Chris still didn’t know what she wanted to do with her life. Why could it not have been her in that car rather than her girlfriend?

Chris’s head fell into her hands and she broke down into uncontrollable sobs.

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Crying. Arguing. Swerving. Crashing. Pain…so much pain. A body.

Ginny couldn’t stop reimagining the moment, dragging herself out of the wrecked car and standing up, relieved to be alive, only to look down see a body lying where she had been only moments before - her own body, wearing the same outfit she was at that very moment.

It had taken a while to get used to the knowledge that she was dead. Her life was over, yet she was still in the world, walking around it like anyone else, like the shadow of the girl she once was, going unnoticed by everyone. She’d been told she was the one, that she was a Reaper now, that being the last to die on New Years’ Eve meant it was now her job to escort those recently deceased to the next plane but couldn’t go herself. The thing that was the hardest to get used to, though, was the knowledge that she couldn’t see Chris anymore.

She missed her. Every day Ginny remembered another part of her girlfriend that she missed. She missed seeing her smile when Ginny arrived at her house; she missed the dimples that always came alongside that smile; she missed the sweet sound of her laugh, her voice; she missed the way her eyes twinkled in the summer sun; she missed the feeling of her lips, soft against her own. She missed everything about Chris Noel. She knew that technically she could go and see her if she wanted. She could talk to her, act like she was a stranger, like nothing ever happened and they’d never met before. She desperately wished to do so, but she wouldn’t. She knew the rules – if a living person recognises a reaper as their past self, they’re doomed to die within days. She wouldn’t risk Chris’s life just for her own selfish gain. If she did, and Chris died, then she would never be able to see her again. Chris would move on, and Ginny would be stuck there, in a cycle of taking others to their next life. At least this way, she could see her from a distance, know she was safe.

Ginny remembered the first time she saw her own reflection after the accident. She looked like herself, but not really. Some things were just wrong or missing. All of the makeup she was wearing for the New Years Party was gone. Her hair only lied flat and didn’t have the lively curl it used to have. Her freckles had disappeared, and so had the beauty mark from her cheek. The scar on her chin from falling on the playground as a child was nowhere to be seen. Ginny didn’t recognise herself. It was like she was wiped blank, just a default copy of a person. She hated it.

She knew why it happened, of course. It made people less likely to see her and the other reapers in the streets, they would pass by without giving even a glance in their direction. It was for everyone’s safety, but that didn’t make it any less horrible.

After completing her reapings for the day, Ginny had the overwhelming urge to find Chris. She shoved it down, knowing it would only end badly. Chris would recognise her, even without her unique details, Ginny knew it. If she wanted her to be safe, to be happy, they had to stay separate. Ginny would avoid her at all costs, give her the time and space to move on. Then, maybe one day, she wouldn’t remember her. She wouldn’t recognise her without her curls or her freckles or her scar. She would be able to go up to her in the street, say hello, pretend like Chris wasn’t her everything, both before and now. Maybe they’d be able to start again, maybe she’d make up a new name and be an entirely new person. She was good at acting. But maybe Chris would find someone else. Maybe.

Without even thinking about it, Ginny found herself walking around the local park, the park where she and Chris would always go after school. They’d walk all the paths, talk about anything and everything, and sometimes they wouldn’t talk at all, just walk through the trees happy with each other’s company. It was the place they’d confessed their feelings, the place they’d been on so many dates, the place that had become theirs. She took a deep breath and sat down on their favourite bench, closing her eyes and remembering all the moments they had shared together in the months they were girlfriends, in the years they were friends. She wanted to make sure she remembered all of it, even the smallest of things. Even if she couldn’t be with her any more, she would keep all of the memories close if her death depended on it.

Then, her thoughts were cut off by a voice, oddly familiar but sniffly.

“Ginny?”

Ginny thought she had imagined it. She had to have. But then she looked up and standing in front of her was Chris Noel. She looked as gorgeous as ever, the sunlight illuminating behind her, making it look as though she had a halo. Ginny almost smiled. Then she looked closer. Chris seemed so tired, and had dark circles under her eyes. She’d been crying.

No. Ginny thought. No, this can’t be happening. This wasn’t supposed to happen. But then the voice was speaking again.

“Gin…is that you?”

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Snap: *draws a Megaman-inspired Magneto*

Me: ...Perfect modernization.

wait now that its not 3AM i can do you one Slightly better

bonus:

[vaggietheangel]

"Awwww poor bwitz! Finally having to own that his actions affect other people's feefees!"

"The worst part is you still make me feel like a bad person for being anrgy at you now."

Girl no. You have every right to hate him. He bailed on her and robbed her because she told him she loved him. Verosika deserves so much better. She desvers someone that loves her back.

Verosika was honestly the best person to give Blitz this wake up call. Realising how much he HURT her and broke her heart made him feel bad. He knows he needs to do better now.

Verosika was so mature about this too. A lot of people would have just slapped him, but she actually talked to him. She may not forgive him (she doesn't have to.) But she knows he's not evil, just an asshole. He CAN change. She won't let her hate for him stop her from making that clear in her conversation.

She's also a good friend to Stolas when he needed one. Love you girl. ❤️

[demonkinguwu]

Vanessa Doodles before work™️

My interpretation of canon Vanessa + her w Snatcher + Someone wanted to hug he <3

[antxnous]

your gonna love it

[apollognese]

"Blood is thicker than water" they said.

But Arcane uses that as a freaking weapon because behold!!

Exhibit A: Vi and Powder—a love forged from the waters of the womb but broke through blood, which, when considering the original idiom, should have made their bond stronger.

And exhibit B: Vander and Silco—a brotherhood formed through their shared battles and wounds yet shattered by water.

Their origins compliment each other, though you can also look at it like this: their bonds were destroyed the same way they were created. Oh, you're biologically related?? No problem, we can sever that with blood. Otherwise?? You can just let it flow with the water under the bridge.

Only thing is blood stains are not that easy to wash off, which is probably why there was hope that remained for Jinx and Vi and none for their fathers.

[srapsodia]

for the drawing prompt: ann and ryuji, 59!!

59. One giving a piggyback ride to the other

Things went a little south for the backup team!

[qstarhalo]

Cellbit, Phil, Bad, and Etoiles being a group is insane

You have the three heads of the order and the French warrior.

Cellbit - One of the smartest on the island. Always cracking secrets and being given puzzles which has exercised his brain. He can and most definitely will create plans

Phil - One of the most difficult people to get his guard down. And a fantastic fighter. With his reasoning and fight, there's almost no one to get pass him. Along with that, he's an alert person.

Etoiles - THE warrior, with his constant fights with the Code, he has been granted the title. With his strategies and strong armour (+ the code sword), he's just unstoppable

Bad - Smart, alert, and strong. Always has everything. He has the potions, he's quick with the revivals and always on alert.

And a major addition, Cellbit got three of the strongest players on the island. Etoiles and Phil trust each other and are always down to fight alongside each other. Bad and Etoiles are so strong, Bad's quick thinking and Etoiles strength they're unstoppable. And along with that, this gives Bad a good opportunity to snap and/or go a bit feral, something Etoiles has always wanted to see

[chrometheraptor]

IM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THE SECOND LOST LIGHT EVER

Like!! They didn’t even know about the main lost light! They died without knowing about it! They died without ever completing their quest and finding out what happened to the knights of cybertron, and they all died brutally to the DJD!

They were still people with lives! Even though there’s another set of them still kicking, they were still people and they died!!

Brainstorm’s case was open when it was found!! He had tried to go back and undo what happened but failed!! I’m just. Hough.

REWIND TOO LIKE. Rewind on the main lost light died! He didn’t get to find out what happened to Dominus or anything else!! Chromedome and Rewind both lost their versions of each other and I’m just. aaaaaaaa

i don’t think any of this is coherent but I am not normal about them ever and needed to scream about them <3

[buyoump3]

IT HAS BEEN PROVEN THAT IT'S POSSIBLE FOR MATTER TO EXIST IN TWO STATES AT ONCE.

time, it took us to where the water was (x)

for @trans-xianxian (x) 💞

[extravagav]

AND WE JUST DONT TALK ABOUT THIS?!?!?!!????

[maeo-png]

saint peter is the apostle who holds the key to heaven, letting people in. Peter Lukas’ connection to the Lonely is in the way that he acts as a gate, and holds a boatswains whistle to summon the Lonely.

he can send people in however when he dies it doesn’t collapse or stop existing, it’s not exclusively his.

The Lonely isn’t antagonistic. It’s outright soft. Even if Peter is casting people in here they’re dying peaceful deaths. it’s the closest thing they’d see to an afterlife.

Out of context this bit from Boatswains Call is just an offhand mention about how Carlita Sloane was feeling

You’d think it’s just a weird offhand thing to add to make the atmosphere spookier (and it is, somewhat. especially the mention of the tomb) but it’s early confirmation that Yes. Peter Lukas is slightly inspired by Saint Peter (even ignoring the fact that the guy was a fisherman and Peter/the Lonely is often connected with the ocean and the sea)

which leads me to how this is also connected to Simon Fairchild

Saint Peter was actually born with the name Simeon (later greekified into Simon) (and later sometimes called the compound name Simeon Peter) and given that both Simon Fairchild and Peter Lukas can directly send victims into the “realms” of their respective entities, jonny clearly just took one look at Saint Peter and split the guy in half (with the actual item resembling a key remaining with Peter)

[ask-jake-wilson]

[ boo. hoodieless billy jumpscare. hes just wearing a blood-stained, short sleeved white shirt. ]

"HEY BOZO,, can i, like, have your suit jacket?? jamies freezing his ass off even WITH my hoodie."

[ he has his megaphone in one hand, the other on his hip. dude looked REALLY weird without his hoodie. hes awkwardly skinny - not randy level but noticeable - and he just looks really weirdly scrawny. ]

[ also yeag. he gives jamie his hoodie. faggots jumpscare. ]

- [ @colossalbilly ]

“Why the FUCK are you bloodied. Are you like.. alright..?? Do you need help.??”

[well, he sounded very concerned. Though with a quiet sigh he took a second but Jake eventually took off his suit jacket and handed over! Probably smells like a mix of cigarette smoke and weed, but that’s Jake for you!!]

“..You can keep it by the way. Suits fuckin’ suck- fancy as hell for no reason.”

“…Anyways. How have you two been? Haven’t seen.. either of you in a while, actually.-“

[ssaltlicker]

Genuinely fuck whatever arcane writers decided to make Vi the Meg of arcane. Genuinely wishing the worst for whoever decided that.

[redhotarsenic]

Gently depositing this into your hands like a dog with a tennis ball <3

[disorganised-bagel]

Do you have any Perfectdolls head canons you wish to share?

:0 oh wow, im not sure-

im so sorry, im so bad at headcanons, but i shall attempt to write some down here

i am an enjoyer of short ocean and tall penny/jane

penny was ocean's gay awakening. ocean was all like "i don't have time for romance! im focusing on my studies instead of boys, unlike my peers!" and then penny joins the choir and ocean is just like "CONSTANCE I THINK IM BROKEN."

ocean was also very in denial about her feelings

i like the idea of penny/jane always being cold and ocean always being warm. the sillies <3 they hold hands <33

my sister and i came up with this dumb au thing where ocean plays the sims, and (before they're dating) she 'accidentally' makes hers and penny's sims date

ocean lets penny/jane ramble to her about animals :)

ocean is very touch-starved, so they hold hands/cuddle a lot. because. why not :D

penny/jane likes to count ocean's freckles :) it helps her calm down

ocean is very easily flustered, and penny takes full advantage of that (complimenting/hugging her in public). she often uses this tactic to make her shut up when she's yelling about something (or at someone, usually noel)

penny/jane will sometimes just. pick ocean up. like. carry her bridal-style. for no real reason.

i think that's all of them for now :) ty for reading

apologies again, i am very bad at headcanons :')

i hope those were good enough :D tysm for the ask