#death kneel

[javiar]

Dawn Simulation Death Kneel

Claudia Dyboski

[cremationisirreversible]

𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝕶𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖑 – 𝔚𝔥𝔶 𝔑𝔬𝔱 𝔄𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔬 𝔏𝔬𝔫𝔤

Dawn Simulation / Chondritic Sound / 2023

[radiophd]

death kneel -- gift

[farsight-the-char]

2

[naberiuz]

i drew this for me. and for the other L gooners like me. and light yagami i guess…

[greycaelum]

do u have ideas on how reader would react if satoru tells her that he needs to fight sukuna ? :) we knows that sukuna is strong asf and there’s no guarantee for satoru’s safety 😔 thank u grey !!

What are you doing to me? I'm between my laugh and cries reading this. I just barely pulled myself together from the leak... Anyways here it is, to somehow help the angst of canon.

"..." Your tongue was tied as your forehead creased and a huge amount of oxygen filled your lungs to keep you calm. "When?" Your voice broke down and your throat constricted to painfully you couldn't bear it anymore and broke in tears. "S-Satoru, you barely came back from the prison realm. I... I haven't even hugged you or cooked for you. W-What should I do...?" Your hands are ice cold and shaking. Your knees forgot your weight and lost their strength from your grief.

"Hey, hey, it's gonna be alright, Baby." Satoru catch your crumbling figure and slowly kneeled on the floor cradling you in his arms. Shushing you in your tears as he bring your icy hands to his mouth blowing warmth to them. "I'll come back to you and our kids. Baby, I promise."

It's when times like this you want to be selfish to the world. You want to hide him away. But you know it's just not possible. Satoru is what he is long before you marry him, and marrying him means you're marrying the strongest sorcerer. The one who faces the heaviest burden. And the best thing you could do is to support him.

"I don't care what state you end up in, I won't scold you if you're injured, I'll make you your favorite food, I'll tend to your wounds just come home to me, to us Satoru." To hell with Sukuna. To hell with Kenjaku. All you care about is your husband coming home no matter what.

Satoru smiled as he tilted your chin to stare at him as his thumb wiped the tears from the corner of your eyes. Precious little thing. Forget protecting the non-sorcerers. He needs to fight Sukuna to keep you and the kids safe.

"Yeah? Shush Baby, I'll win." He bent down and captured your lips in a sweet passionate kiss.

Hugs, I can't with those two they're both on the brink of lala land and still roasting each other 😭

—Grey

[arsenicflame]

Bootblacking is my favourite kink to give Izzy, because of course this guy would get his rocks off doing precise, repetitive, manual labour. OF COURSE he gets off on what is essentially just another chore on his list.

[shimidraco]

i wanted to draw today but all i was able to muster was little lamb-bam....

[friendlylocalwhumper]

“Yes.” | “Kneel.” | Best of Three | Correspondence | Appraisal | Collapse | Cupcake | Foggy | Cracking | Just Breathe | Urge | Trim | Stupid | Upkeep | Old Defeat | Watching | Simple Loyalty | Overreaction | Set Up for Failure | Burning | Healed Wrong | Haunted | Boxes Buried | Heavy Blow | Loneliness

Obey. Obey. Just… listen.

“Kneel.”

Major’s knees hit the floor, pain rocketing up his legs from the blow of concrete to aching joints. A few pairs of knees follow suit. The last one, too slow, is far off to the right. Choking sounds clog the air. Major’s back is straight as a rod, blindfolded face pointing forward. At first, anyone who disobeyed got executed. This time the guy’s getting strangled. Who knows what else will be used as punishment.

It still hurts his pride to obey, but every single time it is not a conscious decision. His body just follows.

It’s sort of like when he was a kid, scared of the asshole adults in the crew he ran with. Or when he was stuck with that guy, for a while, and… he’s just had to act good, before. His body remembers, even if his mind is a maelstrom of aimless fury.

“Hold your hand out.”

This time, the commanding voice is close. Right in front of him. Is he the only one being told to - his arm is in front of him before he even thinks to do it, palm up.

A line from the base of his thumb to an inch under his pinky feels cold suddenly, then numb and empty, and then full of fire. Major chokes on a scream as the familiar, savory smell of his own cooking skin wafts up into his face.

“Hand out,” He is reminded, and as he coughs around a sob, Major registers that he yanked his hand to his chest to protect it. A hand rests on his shoulder from behind, and in an instant he can sense that one more second of hesitation will mean being choked to death. Garrotted, maybe.

His hand flings itself out at the commander. His fingers knock against each other as his arm trembles.

“Hold still for ten seconds, and you get to sleep outside of the cage tonight.”

Wide brows furrow over the blindfold. He does not think about the implication that he will be sleeping here for a long time, or that he is now a thing to be kept in a cage, or how humiliating it is to be offered a reward for submitting to standards he doesn’t understand yet. The command was phrased like there was an obvious right choice. Like he should want to earn sleeping outside of whatever cage is in store for him.

He holds still. The brief numbness hits again, the smell creeps into his nose. Thick burn scars singe and then melt open under whatever is being held to them, and Major swallows a mortified whine.

Something happens. Like, in his brain. His vision is flashing white, all noise drowned out except for the blood rushing at his temples. The pain is all-consuming, he isn’t even sure if he’s still holding his arm out.

But it’s simple, somehow. Nothing to see, no insults to conjure up. He just hurts, and that’s all he has to do.

Someone was counting out loud, he thinks dizzily, as a confusing silence falls and his arm slaps against his knee as it is dropped. He isn’t sure if he obeyed right, if he held still for long enough - panicked gasps startled out of him as the hand on his shoulder slides off. Will he be killed? The pain was too much and he got lost, he wasn’t trying to fuck up, he doesn’t want to fucking die, please-

“Hold your hand out.” Major whimpers under his breath, listening hard. The command came from his right side, and there is someone breathing in noisy terror. There is a sizzle, and a yip. No gunshot, and no choking, though. The guy is obeying well enough.

Which means Major did, too. The cool air is acid to the fresh burn across his palm. Sweat prickles over his bare, ridged back as he tries not to groan. Drawing attention here would be a bad idea. Each sizzle across a new palm almost gets him flinching.

Just… breathe. Even though the air tastes like… barbecue.

Farther across the room, there comes the command again, and someone chokes out a cry of fear. Scrabbling hands and knees across the floor, tripping, a collapse. Major listens for any hint of where the door is, or how many guys are standing around ready to catch runners.

A flash, and his ears are ringing so hard from the bang that Major’s voice cracks to make his cry silent. Scar-tough shoulders scrunch up around his ears as the runner chokes on blood.

Gargling. Weeping, trying to beg.

There is no second shot. Major’s uncharred hand twitches, restless. He has the magic to save that guy, to fix him, it’s not too late and if it was safe he would…

The commander says something that is hard to hear over the ringing, and then walks away. Footsteps follow him, a door closes, a lock clicks.

Wet, thick attempts to breathe, hanging in the air like the smoke that Major must be imagining burning his lungs. That dying guy, he’s hacking up failed attempts at speaking. Sounds like he’s… yeah, he is. Crying for his mom.

There’s no one left in here to watch them, probably. No gun aimed at his head, no one standing behind him with gloved hands ready to lock around his throat. Probably.

The death rattle deep in that punctured chest is even worse than the begging, but Major stays frozen, facing forward, kneeling.

taglist: @morning-star-whump, @lthrboy

[boneles-ss]

I loved the ending of the silt verses for so many reasons: because I’m a sucker for the smoking Chekov’s gun, a thematically rich tragedy, and the sickly sweet stench of a narrative that is ultimately and above all else, hopeful.

We were shown the dangers of hope, in the (in retrospect) most seemingly “out of place” episode in the entire series—the hope motel one with the doomed gay people. It was an amazing episode, do not get me wrong, but listening to it for me was like “okay, so based on this, when is hope going to, once again, bite us in the ass. Or literally bite us idk we had somewhat similar foreshadowing used with the sleep god thing from season 1.”

And of course it would be the finale. Of course it would be reading through the transcript, knowing that there’s a shadow of a chance that Carpenter lived to do all the things she was so ready to do, that she wasn’t giving up, or that she died in the water, on her feet, brought to a prophesied end in the god who could not seem to let her go, but that ultimately, she did NOT GO WILLINGLY.

Of course it would be the unknown of Paige and her caravan, trekking through the polluted lands in search of something kinder, something new, knowing that Paige would leave them behind one day—but that day is not today—and she would see them on. It’s hoping beyond hope that they all escape, that they can make something better out there, and that there are ways for people to follow out of this old world, if they choose to read the signs.

That’s what I think that episode was “for.” Obviously episodes like that don’t NEED to tie into the plot directly, and they’re sometimes narratively more satisfying if they’re left self-contained (the power plant ep was also brilliant in a very similar way (and I’m realizing now that that ep also mirrors Paige’s journey….that should be it’s own post)), but its about the theming, the framing of the tragedy, and the foreshadowing of it all. The motel was tragic and awful because it toyed with our hope—rending it functionally untrustworthy. But we choose to hope anyway (I’ve seen the polls lmao) and we make a good story on our own, in our own minds, out of that ambiguity. The ending to me is so good because WE can choose how it ends. We are given that agency, and I think it’s so satisfying either way! We KNOW the god in the motel was fucking with our hope and eating those who dared to try and we still said BUT WHAT IF-

so what’s the harm in hoping for the best for those whose stories continue after we stop consuming them? Hhhhhh this show and this ending are going to stick with me forever

[loderlied]

so i’ve been talking about my hcs for gort’s fucked up slave village right. how the children born there are immediately his slaves as well. so this ties into my ‘he’s extremely ableist because he only sees people as tool so if they aren’t as useful they will be discarded & destroyed like one broken beyond repair’ hc for him—i’ve been having a vision of horrors in my head… there’d probably be mandatory check-ups right after birth of a child, right? but a parent (most likely someone new, or at least new to parenthood, or else this would not happen) just refuses to let anyone see the child, and especially fears that inevitable check-up when gortash returns. when he’s there they sit with their back turned to him, hiding the child. he sits down and holds them, their shaking form, and asks if he ever did anything that wasn’t ultimately for what is right. for them, for the entire world, he only ever does what’s best, and they surely know that. they obviously albeit tearfully agree and move over to let him hold their sick child, but he presses a syringe into their hand before they can do so, it’s quick and it’s painless, and they want to, they really do know better, but they simply can’t. gortash once again asks if they know that he only ever does what’s right, what’s best for them, and they nod before gortash shoots two bullets.

awfulness. sorry for my visions i am like a plagued oracle i do not want this

[zeb-z]

I’m soooo obsessed with Rumi. A ‘steal from the rich give to the poor’ idealist with delusions of grandeur and a god complex, extremely prideful and extremely possessive, with enough wrath to make them interesting. Someone who is so inherently selfish with selfless goals and ambitions, who tries to spread hope and positivity in a bleak world and puts himself on a pedestal for it. The first one to advocate for peace, admonishing needless violence, but also finds a thrill in commanding people, and will gleefully indulge in violence to the extreme for who he cares about. He thinks that in spreading hope, more people will believe in him, thus making him a god, and he wants to kill the true gods of this world to give the people the power for themselves and right what he sees as an imbalance - but he’s an egoist and a bit of a Freak about it.

[habadoo]

I wanna talk abt how I like that Penelope likes power.

There are two scenes, one in main story with eckles and one in side story with Callisto, where she tells them to kneel. There's also the scene in side story where she says (paraphrased) 'i want everything. I want to be an archeologist, I want to be empress, I want my kid to have all the money of the imperial family, i want it all'.

Because she lost her mum. She had no power growing up, she was bullied in school, she's never had power in her own life. The first time she really got it was when she got into university on her dream course, and she was finally free of her old family. But she lost that when she was kidnapped into the game, brought back to where she started. Back to apologising for her nuisance existence and moulding herself to what they wanted. So in those scenes where she's telling these male leads to kneel, (especially Callisto haha! the literal emporer) she does revel in it - I think she enjoys it. She will never again be at the bottom of the barrel, let people treat her like scum on their shoe, and she will never let her daughter or her family be that either.

(And when she finally expresses her true feelings to Reynold in the festival, which is all the pain she never got to express to her real second brother), she doesn't mind if she dies right there - because in that moment she had power; she didn't bow her head, she held it high and did what she wanted.)

[introspectivememories]

cannot stop thinking about lupa and juno's reactions to jason's death. god did juno feel it when he died? did she hear his string get cut? did she wail loud enough that all of olympus heard it? what was it like realizing the boy she loved like a son was dead? was was it like watching his father not even shed a tear? was she the one to tell lupa? and on lupa's end, how angry do you think she was? this is her pup. her youngest pup. he was so young when he first started, when juno first gave him to her? he learned how to roughhouse with her packmates. he learned to fly with her! did she snap at juno? did she scream and curse and blame juno? did she howl mournfully?

[somebluemelodies]

i don’t think we talk enough about the little wriggle Richas does whenever q!Cellbit hugs him like every time i see it i wanna fall over- it’s so cute they mean so much to me-