#character death mention tw

[reapcrbunny]

❛ it must be important, otherwise you wouldn’t have gone back for it. ❜

&. 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

( 🐇 ) HER GAZE LIFTS up from her action to tie the bits of twine better 'round her wrist, deflating. when one puts it like that it SOUNDED RATHER IRRATIONAL but . .

< YES I . . IT is the last thing of my mother i have. > she looks down at the hand - carved wooden charm connected to twine that settled itself back around her wrist. it was silly, really, to go all the way back for it but she REFUSED TO LEAVE it there.

IT WAS ALL she had.

< MINE APOLOGIES IN putting you in danger to retrieve it. >

[just-antithings]

Hey DSMP fandom, how we doing?

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

Hey, long commenter here. I just got to the graveyard scene, saw "Grettie" and had to stop, so that I wouldn't sob. Anyway, I thought of something horrible so I thought I'd share with the class. We all thought that Moxiety was the first romantic kiss, but it was actually Roceit that was the first.

oh did i sob while writing that scene tbh

also ouch! pain!! a lot of pain!!!

[anxious-katsudon]

27 for character development meme!

27. If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

Yuuri would thank them. From the bottom of his heart, he’d thank them for all they gave up for him, for their love, for their support even if they didn’t understand what they were supporting him for, for their kindness and patience and for their many lessons that helped him grow. 

[junkyardidentity]

Misc. Headcanons ;;

Hector’s originally from Elizabeth, New Jersey.

He lost fingers after he was caught giving up names of cocaine dealers. The job paid for his augmentation, but wouldn’t keep him on after. He moved up to Interpol after showing promise in their tests. Part of him wonders if he got an in from someone already on the inside, but he doesn’t know who.

He doesn’t care for his biological family. For all he knows, they’re dead and good riddance.

Gina’s death was unknown to Junkyard and Interpol until Wilburg started investigating her disappearance.

[sariifindustries]

19, 25

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

     Usually he’s either kept awake with thoughts of current affairs, thinking about how his sister is doing, or wondering if he actually locked up the apartment before going to bed.

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

     He doesn’t think about that, anymore. He’s more focused on each task as they come, instead of the big picture as he used to. He believes he’ll likely be killed if his activities are noticed. Although he is optimistic, he’s much more of a realist than he was before the Incident. 

     If asked, he’d likely mention helping out with the Santeau Group’s projects and creating a safe haven for augs. However, the more realistic and honest answer is --- dead.

[reapcrbunny]

(    🐇   )              SHE HOLDS THE young alphinaud's cheek with one hand, doing what she could to settle him down while she did the same for herself. her head came to lean 'gainst his as she let out a silent sigh - they've been through so much already but she wishes he knows she does NOT blame him for his inability to SAVE A LIFE.

AS SHE PULLED away she looks him in the eye, only giving more space so that he could see her sign. <    THERE WAS NOTHING you could do. the wound was too great, there was nothing we could have done TO SAVE HAURCHEFANT.    >     

@ichoric liked for a starter ( for alphinaud )

[minifiction]

be nothing, the wind, the sky

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Characters/Pairings: Dazai, Odasaku’s kids

Genre: Angst

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Dazai has to give Odasaku’s children bad news.

Dazai sits on the bottom bunk of a child-size bunk bed and does a mental headcount.

The boy with the sunglasses he doesn’t need is Kosuke.  The boy constantly messing with his baseball glove is Katsumi.  The boy wearing his hat indoors, no matter how many times he’s told that’s rude, is Yu.  The boy who won’t make eye contact with him, a complete stranger, is Shinji.  The girl who’s decided to sit right next to him is Sakura.

He knows a little more than that about them, but not much, and not enough to make this any easier.

“My name’s Dazai,” he says, and knows even before they say it-

“You’re Odasaku’s friend!” says Katsumi, a wide smile breaking out over his face.

-that they’ll know that much.  He honestly wishes that they didn’t: then he could pass this job onto someone else.  The restaurant owner, maybe, but he said Dazai should do it - Dazai was there in his last moments.

Dazai isn’t equipped to deal with children.  Dazai is especially not equipped to comfort children.  Dazai is the least qualified person to be here right now, and yet here he is.

“Is he okay?” Shinji asks, looking up when Dazai doesn’t say anything more.  “He hasn’t been back for a while…”

Dazai shuts his eyes so he won’t have to look at their faces.  “He’s not.”

“B-but he’ll be okay, right?” Kosuke asks, voice quivering.  “He’s coming back, right?”

Mechanically, Dazai shakes his head.

Without opening his eyes, he’s not exactly sure which of the boys starts crying - more than one.  Dazai clenches his fingers in the bedsheets and tries to decide what to say.

He feels Sakura cling to him.  She’s trembling, but not yet crying, and he feels himself shift to hug her back as if someone else was deciding to do it and not him.

No one says anything for a long time.

Eventually, Yu rubs his eyes and asks, “What’ll happen to us?”

“O-Odasaku was taking care of us,” Katsumi says, still sniffling.  “Mr. Freedom doesn’t make that much money…  Are we gonna have to live on the streets now?”

Logically, they should go into foster care, where they’ll all be split up.  No one wants to take in five young children all together.  If they’re lucky, they’ll find good homes eventually.

Save the weak, and protect the orphans, says a voice burned into his memory.

“You can still stay here,” he says.  “I can’t visit as much as Odasaku did, but I’ll at least pay for your living expenses.”

He has the cash to burn.  No one’s asking him to love these children as much as Odasaku did, but he doesn’t have to love anyone to help them.

“Thank you,” says Sakura, softly.  The others add in their thanks before she asks, “Are you going to be okay?”

He puffs out a sigh.  Lying to children is a time-honored tradition, but instead he answers, “I don’t know.”

“...You can talk to us if you get lonely,” says Shinji.  “Odasaku... would be really sad if we left you alone.”

Dazai smiles a tiny, threadbare smle.  “We wouldn’t want to make Odasaku sad, would we?”

[minifiction]

maybe I’ve been gone

Fandom: End Roll

Characters/Pairings: Kantera

Genre: Angst

Rating: PG

Summary: Kantera, and name meanings.

Ryuuzen’s name has two characters in it.  The first is for ‘dragon’ and the second is for ‘zen’, as in the school of Buddhism.

His parents were Zen Buddhists, and so was his grandfather, and his father before him.  Since his parents passed away in an accident when he was so young, he learned more from his grandfather than from them, and he learned what they’d wanted from him by naming him that.

To be strong and wise, like a dragon, and to always be aware of himself, to someday awaken to his buddha-nature and be content with his life.  Thus, Ryuuzen.

Ryuuzen was as religious as anyone else in Japan was, he supposed.  He attended festivals as well as funerals, and learned the proper traditions of each that had been passed down in his culture for countless generations.  Whether he believed in where those traditions came from was another question entirely - but he still respected their origins without believing in them.

His grandfather taught him meditation.  He learned to concentrate only on his breath, and to be in the present moment as much as possible without concerns for the past or future.  He focused on koans, though he never was able to truly grasp them.

‘What did your face look like before your parents were born?’

When he expressed to his grandfather that it surely looked like nothing at all, his grandfather laughed and told him to think on it a little more.

He was never able to understand that particular koan, no matter how much he tried.  But he could concentrate on his breathing while banishing most other thoughts, and he could sit with the correct posture, and so he considered that an adequate first step on the way to awareness.  He was young - no one grasped their buddha-nature in their early twenties.  Besides, it was an excellent way to calm himself and rid himself of the day’s meaningless worries.

Gradually, he stopped meditating together with his grandfather.  Ryuuzen was too busy, or his grandfather had no time for it between naps, or sitting correctly proved to be too much of a challenge to hs diminishing health.  He mediated by himself instead.

The first time he tried meditation after - that incident - he couldn’t calm himself.  He could sit in the right posture, but his fears and regrets plagued him to the point where he couldn’t concentrate.  Even in another country, ghosts and voices followed him across oceans and unseen borders.

Full awareness of himself no longer seemed like a goal he wanted to pursue.  Fully knowing himself would lead him farther and farther away from contentment, and into despair.  That much, he was certain of, and so he never tried meditation again.

Kantera is a name that means nothing.  There are no goals within its letters, nor any hopes for him as a person, whether given to him by someone else or chosen himself.  It is simply something for him to be called.

He prefers it that way.