#heartbreak/death/grounding/other idk

[sweetpascal]

— 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫

pairing: general marcus acacius x fem!reader

summary: unsure of whether or not your husband is alive leading his army's invasion, the only method of tranquility is by reaching into your past memories as a necessary distraction.

warnings: MINORS DNI, wife!reader and husband!marcus, mentions of TW: miscarriages, (probably incorrect) roman history, mentions of TW: blood and death, making love, sweet nicknames (carissima/me - dearest, dulcissima/me - sweetest, meum cor - my heart, melculum - my little honey), marcus has a big dick, creampies, tender softness, probably ooc marcus ??

wc: 4.4k

notes: oh booyyyyyyy. so we all collectively agree that general marcus is scrum-diddly-umptious ?? all the pics, videos, and gifs dropping does not ease my obsession. so.. i turned my obsession into a work of art for all of you to read ^.^ idk squat about the roman times, but i did do my best to research !! divider from @saradika-graphics 🤍

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It seems like the days have been mixing in with each other the more time has passed. Unsure of which day started and which day ended, you lost track of time. It had been one month, maybe two at this point. The sun rose and set, the moon and stars following in tandem. It was almost like a dance. It was amusing, to say the least. It reminded you of your relationship with your husband. With the light color dress wraps and delicate gold jewelry you'd wear around your neck compared to his permanent scowl, it's clear to civilization who's the sun and who's the moon. But you both complement each other in more ways than one.

You're able to calm him down with a simple touch on his arm, causing his boisterous voice to quiet down and his heart to steady its pace. Marcus' presence looming behind you around others, everyone already knows how dangerous he can become if someone even looks at his wife the wrong way.

Now, without his presence and his voice and his touch, nothing feels real. Pacing around in the dining hall of your home, you rubbed your hands tenderly over your barely-there baby bump over your soft blue wrap dress that Marcus surprised you with the last time he had come home from a previous battle for more land. He had won, of course, because General Marcus Acacius never loses. The mere thought of him losing a battle led by him with his army in tow is one of your greatest fears as his wife.

Staying inside your home and wallowing in your fears was no good for you and your unborn child. You couldn't go through the stress of worrying after your husband and deal with another heartbreaking loss alone. The night that Marcus had come back, you had broken down in front of him, shakily telling him through your thick tears that you had lost your son.

"A son?" He had quietly asked you, his eyes wide and heartbreaking.

"The teller that settles by the river," you told him with a broken voice. "She had confirmed it with her readings."

You remember it clearly as day; the look on his face equivalent to that of a broken man. You had choked on your tears, begging for his forgiveness for not being more careful, for not being a dutiful mother that was supposed to protect their child. You had knelt down in front of him, grabbing his knees and pleading to him and the gods for forgiveness and punishment, your hands pressed together in a prayer.

"Carissima," he had whispered quietly to you, slowly getting down onto his knees to remove your tight hold on his dirtied pteruges. His hands, trembling and unsteady, tenderly hold your cheeks to look into your heartbroken eyes. "I shall never strike a hand upon you, need you deserve it or not. I shall never lay blame on something the gods have brutally stolen from us. Oh, my dearest wife." His last whisper had you gripping onto his arms and crying your heart out into his shoulder. He said nothing more, nothing else. On the ground that day, all he did was hold you, and that was more than what you needed.

Breaking out of that distressing memory, you busied yourself with around-the-house distractions. In your hands was a handmade wicker basket you had purchased at one of the markets. The owner was a sweet, older woman that knew of your reputation amongst the others. She always treated you with kindness and looked at you with excitement every time you came by and not fear. She also gifted you a handmade blanket sewn with intricate patterns of the moon and sun.

"I gift this to you as a thank you for your kindness," she had said, pushing the blanket further into your hands when you had protested. She lay a wrinkly finger against her lips and drooped her eye to a wink.

Stepping outside with the wicker basket in your arms, you traveled a short distance to a small pond with many bushes, trees, and delicate flowers all around. This was your happy place. And this was also where you and Marcus had made love for the first time so long ago. The tree, the rock, the patch of grass. All of it held a distinct memory of your first time. Thinking back to it brings a smile to your lips.

"Tell me to stop, and I will. Tell me to stop right now and I shall go back to where I rest and I will not pursue you any longer," Marcus had told you breathlessly against your jaw. He had you laid on the soft grass underneath the moon, the light shining against the pond in a way that makes the gentle movements look like glitter. Your dress was hiked up around your hips as he rested heavily between your trembling thighs, your hands squeezing on his strong biceps that flexed in response to your sizzling touch.

"Marcus," you sighed prettily in his ear, and it sounded like the sweetest song he has honor of ever hearing. "My need for you has not gone away. It will not go away unless you take me right here, under the moon and stars, until I'm singing for you in pleasure."

The look in his eyes was that of desperate hunger and wanton need. When he had slid himself into your cunt for the first time, all of your prayers to the gods have been finally answered. Marcus was made to be yours. And you were made to be his. Hushed moans and frantic thrusts, Marcus fucked like how others perceived himself – like a barbarian. Some women would disagree and find it appalling and dirty, but it was perfection. He wasn't scared to touch you. He touched you as though if he were to let go you would float away, for he would no longer be able to taste you on his tongue or feel your tight warmth wrapped around his thick cock.

A touch to your shoulder had you gasping and dropping the basket onto the ground. You spun around and laid a hand on your chest and one on your bump, staring at the poor maid that scared you accidentally.

"I deeply apologize for frightening you, miss," she stares at you with her hands up in defense as though she was staring at a frightening animal backed into a corner. "General Marcus has arrived and he asks for your presence in your bedroom."

"No, no, it's quite alright, dear. My head was in the clouds again," you offer her a gentle smile and a brief laugh, laying a hand lightly on her shoulder to ease her worries. "And Marcus, is he...?"

The young maid recognized your worry and shook her head as an answer to your unspoken question. You hand her the wicker basket of plucked fruits from the bushes and politely tell her to wash and ready them, and to bring them to your bedroom when the task is done. She nodded and hurried off immediately.

You carefully, but also hurriedly, made your way into your home. Nodding and giving polite smiles to the people inside, you walk up the spiral marble stairs. When you reached the top, there stood a statue of yourself sitting atop a stone with a statue of hour husband on his knees and his lips pressed to your knees. There were intricate details in the statue, like of Marcus' fingers gripping your thighs or the soft rolls of your body. Your husband preferred a large home such as this for his growing family. You preferred something quainter and more personal, but what your husband says, goes. You recognized his large, dirty footprints leading to your bedroom, another young maid already on her knees scrubbing the stains.

"Aureia, there's no need for that," you tut softly at the young girl, and she looks up at you with wide eyes. "Leave that alone for now, alright? As for this moment, will you please gather the others and bring pails of hot water for a bath?"

"Right away," she nodded and hurried off. It brings a smile to your face at how eager the young maids are to please. Unlike the other men and women that have maids in their homes, you treated yours like people. They respect you and in return, you respect them. Marcus used to disagree until he remembered how you grew up when it was just you and your widowed mother, along with the reputation of being poor. Realizing that you see yourself in these young maids, your husband made it a point to allow you to be in charge of them and do whatever you see fit. Having that much power can be overwhelming, only because of the fear of having your kind heart be taken advantage of. But those that work for and with you know to never cross you, for they'll have to deal with the consequences your husband has waiting for them.

When you entered your private bedroom, there he sat, still dressed from head to toe in his armor. He sits with his back facing the door, his sights focused on the large window that overlooks the garden which circles around the empty thermae. You slowly move around the bed and finally stand before him, essentially blocking his view of the window. Marcus doesn't look up at you just yet. So, you stay silent and let him do what he needs to, let him think what he needs to think.

His hands, still caked with dirt, grime, and dried blood, move up to your stomach. Your bump is within his line of sight. Both of his hands rest on either side, feeling the firmness and shape of the bump. You watch as his eyes shut and his jaw clenches. His face was also caked with dirt, grime, and dried blood. The ends of his hair are curled with sweat from the heat of his long journey back home to his family. Marcus says nothing when you stroke his jaw silently. Neither of you register the door opening and four maids coming in one by one to empty two pails each of hot water into the tub that sits in the corner of the room. They know better than to interrupt.

When the door shuts, Marcus moves to rest his head against your bump. His ear is pressed into your soft flesh through the dress adorning your body. He can faintly hear the thumping of your heart and that brings him back down to earth, back home to you. Your hands, warm and gentle, card through his messy, graying curls. Damp with dirt and sweat, you don't care. Feeling him right here, right now, was all that mattered.

"It's over," he finally speaks, his voice rough and low. His hands move down to find a home on your wide hips, fingers just barely digging into the shape. "The war is over. I made sure of it." And he leaves it at that.

Your eyes shut and you let out a sigh of mixed relief and heartache. You couldn't imagine what your husband had to go through, as a leader, to make sure that he and his army of men make it out alive. You couldn't imagine the number of bodies that are lying out there, hundreds of miles away, torn apart and bled out, mangled flesh and bone. You couldn't imagine your husband possibly being one of them. Bending down as best as you could, you tenderly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and kissed the back of his head. You briefly sniffed his hair and pulled back.

"Let's get you inside the bath, hm?" You whispered softly, hands lovingly scratching at his scruffy jaw as you pulled his head up to look into your eyes.

When he stands, you almost forgot how imposing he was. His height was a strong factor. The bloodied armor he wears makes him look much broader and more dangerous. The exhausted look on his face makes him look much more mean – evil, even. But he's neither of those things, at least not to you. He stands as still as a tree as you begin to unclip and pull off his armor one by one. From the thick leather chest plate bound with protective metal underneath, all the way down to the thick leather arm-wear covering his forearms. Unsheathing his sword from its belt, you unclip that from around his waist as well. Having done this a million times, it's muscle memory.

He stands before you, naked, dirty, and exhausted. You reach behind your neck and slowly untie your dress wrap. It pools at your feet, your naked body now on display for him to see after months apart. Marcus' eyes take in every detail. The delicacy of your collarbones, your perky breasts, the curve of your growing belly, the soft curls of your pubic hair, those thighs that Marcus loves being in between, all the way down to the dangling anklet he gifted you.

"Come on," you whisper softly and take his hand to lead him to the filled tub. Steam sits above the water and Marcus' aching muscles scream out to it.

He enters first, hissing at first from the heat but then moaning gruffly once he sinks further into the hot water. Almost immediately, his sore muscles begin to relax. He could fall asleep right this instant. He feels a gentle push on his shoulder. He scoots forward and allows you to enter behind him.

"What are you doing, dear wife?" He doesn't hear an answer to his question. He's about to turn his body, but then he feels your hands massaging his tender scalp and washing his dirty hair. His eyes shut almost instantly, and he groans huskily with parted lips.

You wanted to laugh at his reaction but decided against it. Marcus never had time to relax and wind down. He was always on his feet, always discussing the next steps of battle, always readying his army men with hardcore training. It pained you to see him like this, especially at a distance. He never wanted you around to witness his leadership. Not wanting to induce stress onto you early on in your pregnancy, not wanting a repeat of your last pregnancy, he had given you strict instructions to let him handle everything.

"Meum cor, you do so good with taking care of your husband," Marcus quietly tells him, his entire body shuddering when your nails tenderly scrape the sensitive parts of his scalp. "I know the other men are envious of the treatment I receive from such a divine woman."

"Mm, I know, my love," softly laughing at his goading. You reached over the side of the tub to grab a small wooden bowl. Using that to pour water onto his soapy curls, you gently tipped his head back and did just that. You kissed the side of his head and gently cleaned away the dirt and grime on his beautifully tan skin. You paid extra attention by lovingly kissing the scar on his right cheek.

For the next hour, you put all your focus into washing his body. No longer was he a filthy barbarian. No, he was now your clean, fresh smelling husband. His damp hair curled elegantly behind his ears and neck. You had maneuvered onto his lap to focus on his front. There were more prominent bruises on his chest and arms, as well as some cuts that have begun its healing process. You gave him a small pout, to which he tuts and lovingly cups your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"I could ride into the sun and still come back to you in one piece, meum cor," he tells you quietly, moving his face much closer and shifting you to sit comfortably on his lap. "No man, no sword, no army could ever strike me down and take me from you."

Holding onto his scruffy jaw and peering into those dark chocolate eyes of his, he looks at you with such tenderness that no stranger will ever witness. Your bump is resting against his own stomach, and he feels every breath you exhale. Heads lean closer, his aquiline nose resting on the side of yours, lips just a hair away. There's distant chatter outside in the gardens, the curtains swaying gently from the warm breeze coming through the open windows. The water in the tub is still warm and steaming, the clearness of it was now murky from the dirt you cleaned from his aching body. You have half a mind to drain the tub and call out for more pails of fresh hot water, but you're so comfortable and safe in the arms of your husband.

"Do you recall the night I took you underneath the stars?" Marcus asks you huskily, both hands gripping your hips, strong fingers digging into your plushy flesh. He forces your hips closer to his, thick thighs tensing underneath your own. "The way you begged me to keep going, even when it began to rain down upon us."

Your lips parted to elicit a soft gasp when you felt his hardness on your thigh, thickening and rising with each second that passed. You do remember that night like it was yesterday. The soft rain pattering on your naked, writhing bodies. Your nails had dug deep into his skin to keep him from moving away. You had cried out to the gods for more, more, more.

"I do believe I may have scars from those nails of yours," Marcus joked lightly against your jaw, pressing a kiss to the bone with his plush lips.

Giggling quietly in his ear, you held his head close to your chest as his kisses traveled south. "I do believe you're creating tales, carissime."

He hums disapprovingly, holding you tighter on his lap when you shift. The steam from the water made his skin feel sticky and warm. You tasted salt on your tongue when you kissed below his ear. It was intoxicating, to say the least. Tasting him, trailing your tongue all over his molten hot skin, licking over his scars and freckles. There was a quiet minute when you both looked into each other's eyes again. Marcus can see the light hasn't died. He can see the adoration you have for him in the way your pupils dilate, and breathing quicken. And you can feel the love Marcus has for you in the way his eyes get slightly wide as he takes in your features, most likely mapping out which ones he hopes your unborn child takes from the both of you.

"Take us to bed, meum cor," you beg him. No longer able to keep looking at your handsome husband and not do anything about it, you leave it all up to him.

Without another word, Marcus stands with a hoarse grunt. With one strong arm wrapped tight (but not too tight) around your waist and his other hand under your thigh to keep you up and against his body, he steps over the tub and makes his way over to the bed. Neither of you care if your wet bodies are soaking the sheets. As he lays you down and rests on top of you, nothing else matters at this moment.

"Melculum, you look like a goddess with the sunlight kissing your naked skin," he whispers to you, lowering his head to kiss at your breasts and collarbones. You gasped and arched your back, further pressing your breasts into his mouth, to which he sucks a sensitive nipple between those lips.

Marcus rests on his forearms on either side of your head with his big hands tenderly cupping the crown. Your feet teasingly trail up and down the backs of his thighs, and you feel his hardness twitch between your bodies. Whispering his name in a needy voice, he looks up at you and catches the look in your half-lidded eyes. The flush on your skin makes your skin glow. He would never disrespect his gods and goddesses, but Aphrodite does have a competition on her hands.

Feeling too eager, you take charge and yank his neck down to finally kiss him. After months of not feeling his body, hands, and lips on yours, you powered all your emotions in this kiss. It was messy and desperate and hard. Tongue, teeth, garbled whimpers and heavy breaths. Marcus suckled at your bottom lip, letting it snap back against your teeth to then suck and bite at your neck. Your hips were shifting to slot his hard cock between the silky lips of your wet cunt. Grinding up and down, the thick vein that rests on his hardness glides easily against your swelling clit.

"Marcus," you weep quietly in his ear. "Oh, my husband. I need you more than life itself. Oh, you're the bravest, strongest soldier known to man. You're so... powerful, so dangerous. You keep your family and your people safe, my love." Saying this all while you're grinding your sweet cunt up and down the length of his hardness has Marcus growing erratic by the second.

He looks down between your bodies. Your cunt lips open like the blooming petals of the sweetest flower. The soft dark curls of your pubic hair rubbing against his own. Your small belly bump that keeps your unborn child safe and sound. Marcus uses his thumb to guide himself inside your cunt, breathing shallowly when the warm tightness sucks him in, inch by inch. Your mouth falls open to let out quiet, needy moans.

"There we go, melculum," Marcus grunts lowly in your ear, lowering his hips further down into yours and his thick cock slides deeper inside your leaking hole. The heat, wetness, and tightness of your cunt has him spiraling already. The knot in the pit of his stomach further unraveling the deeper he gets. "You were made for me," he breathes deeply, the heat of his breath fanning over your sensitive neck.

When he starts fucking into you, he was mindful to not rest his entire weight on your belly. He repositioned himself in a way that had his back curving to drive his hips deeper, faster, and harder into your own. The action had you arching and gasping. Your soft breasts and feet bounced gently from the movements. Marcus lovingly strokes down your temples with his thumbs and kisses you hard once again. Your fingers curl into his hair, now drying and curling beautifully. He looks like a god. It makes you want to cry. But then, his cock starts punching against the one spot that makes you scream.

"Oh! Marcus!" You yelped, eyebrows furrowed and lifted up as your mouth fell open and moans started pouring out. "Right there! Right... there. Ri-ight the-ere!"

He slows his thrusts until he's grinding so deep and so slow. Your moans turned into whimpers. He was able to hear the sloppy noises of your cunt soaking around his hardness. He grins down at you, his dimple deepening when you twitch and writhe.

"So beautiful," he whispers against your jaw. "So ethereal underneath me, writhing and begging for my cock." Marcus sharply drives his cock into your cunt unexpectedly. You let out a long, wanton wail that has his grin widening. He does it again, and again, and again. It was driving you absolutely crazy.

Your slick is most likely dripping out of your hole and onto Marcus' balls which slap against you. You can practically feel the weight of them, so heavy and full of two months' worth of cum. He drags his cock in and out of you slowly now, allowing you to feel every vein and every inch. Your thighs spread wide for him, eager for more. He answered your silent pleas and fucked you at a quicker pace again.

"Wrap your arms around me, Marcus. Oh, please, please, please!" You sobbed quietly, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. He follows immediately. His strong arms wrap under your back and he rests some of his weight onto your front. Your thighs widen to accommodate his size, allowing his cock to nudge deeper in a way that steals your breath. "Just... like... that," you whimpered after each thrust Marcus gives.

He feels dizzy and overwhelmed in a good way. The smell of the homemade soap on your skin, the softness and warmth of your naked skin against his, your sweet moans like a pretty song in his ears, the slick tightness of your cunt sucking him in repeatedly. Feeling, smelling, and hearing all of these at once was enough to finally let him spill out his moans without holding back. His chest vibrates against your bare breasts with each grunt that passes his kissed-raw lips. The vibrations on your sensitive nipples tickled you erotically.

"You are intoxicating," he moans heavily against your sticky skin, his scruff scraping deliciously and his lips and teeth leaving little love bites. "Non possum satis de te." I cannot get enough of you.

With your eyes rolling back and your thighs trembling around his wide hips, you simply cannot control what your body does. Marcus catches you off guard by messily kissing you, his tongue intertwining with your own, tasting each other's saliva. The taste of him had you whining into his mouth. There was a faintness of wine on his tongue. Although you obviously couldn't drink while you bear his child, the lingering taste of it on your husband's tongue was enough to drive you wild. Your hands, originally placed on his shoulder blades, trail down to his tapered waist and finally cling onto his perky bottom. You squeeze the tender flesh and briefly dig your nails into the skin, feeling the muscles clench and unclench with every roll of his hips and cock driving into your cunt.

"Tu parum desperatus es, huh?" Marcus' voice sounded cocky and the grin on his face didn't help. You're a desperate little thing, huh?

One of the things that made your husband a respected leader was his arrogance was never wrongfully directed. He loved to gloat, about anything and everything. But when it came to you, his wife, his ego inflates to the point of popping.

That's when you felt it. The coil in the pit of your stomach gets tighter and tighter, forcing your gooey walls to twitch around Marcus' thickness. He moans lowly at the feeling of it. He hooks one of your thighs over his arm, bracing your knee into your chest to fuck you deeply. The position change had you shuddering, more slick leaking out and staining the sheets below your bodies.

"I'm... I'm... fuuuck!" With one final cry out to the gods, you scratched down Marcus' skin and braced yourself for impact.

Your orgasm washed over you like one of the strongest ocean waves known to man. Your body wouldn't stop twitching and writhing underneath his massive body. The squeezing tightness of your cunt wouldn't let your husband fuck you any longer. He drops down and lets out a final rough grunt before spilling inside of you. He has a entire body shiver as his cock twitches repeatedly, his thick cum spilling out every few seconds. It finally stopped after a whole minute; yes, you were counting. The tickle of his cum hitting you deep inside had you giggling drowsily.

"You should be thanking your husband for giving you a well-needed release, not laughing at him," he hums against your skin, the vibrations of his voice and bristles of his scruff tickling you further, causing you to laugh louder. He feels your belly jumping from your shaking body and he can't help but to smile.

Being in the arms of his wife after a long journey of war and death, there really is no place like home.

[okkotsuus]

hello! i’d like to request a very sad gojo angst, based on billie eilish’s song “what was i made for?” like reader could be having a self doubt moment??? if she’s good enough for satoru (you can do the same thing you did as to that one gojo angst you did! where gojo was healing from geto’s death) thank you ! ^__^

it’s not what he’s made for (satoru g.) !

features: satoru gojo

contents: crying. implied death and injury. grief. basic jjk triggers. feeling useless. feeling not enough. feeling ashamed. failing to protect people. perceived judgment. heartbreak. hiding things from partners. hurt with comfort for once. angst. 1k words.

notes: idk how i feel about this, so lmk if it's not what you want and i can try it again :)

you can’t help but notice the way satoru gojo stiffens the second he sees raw emotion being expressed. it’s something you find out before you even begin dating him. you can practically feel the discomfort radiating off of him when he sees another sorcerer cry at their partner’s death.

it was at that moment you vowed to yourself to never cry in front of him. but that was a while ago, and you were no longer in a shallow friendship with him: you were in love.

but you couldn’t shake that fear that if you ever showed vulnerability to him, he would regard you with that same disgust. it was irrational, you knew that, but it still lingered in the back of your mind.

even now, as you feel your heart actively cracking in your chest as yet another sorcerer is slain under your care, you just choke down the tears until satoru leaves the room. the inside of your bottom lip is bitten raw from how many times you’ve clamped your mouth shut to ward off sobs of agony.

with a cursed technique like yours, every mission comes with a lot of survivor’s guilt. protector’s promise: a cursed technique that grants you a stats and cursed energy boost based on the strength difference between you and your allies. even more so when your allies are weaker than the opponent. you also get a boost from non-sorcerers being in the immediate area

alone, you are a low-grade one. but with a group weaker than you, it skyrockets to high-grade one or even to special grade. as such, you are often paired up with sorcerers fresh out of training, or even those still in it.

the higher-ups treat you as a way to weed out weak sorcerers, all while boosting your own powers and giving your obscenely hard missions. because you also receive a boost if your allies are injured or killed. it’s one of the most heart-breaking things a sorcerer can experience; to have a partner die. and you lose at least one nearly every mission.

with no outlet in satoru, you find yourself sobbing alone or with shoko. she knows how satoru is, just as well as you, having been his classmate and friend for ten years. that’s why you should’ve expected this.

when she picks up the phone, you speak immediately. “shoko, i’m sad again, don’t tell my boyfriend… it’s not what he’s made for.” you hear shuffling on the other line and protests from her before a familiar voice rings in your ear. “y/n, it is what i’m made for. now, come home, we need to talk.” then, the line clicks.

you feel your heart break, he doesn’t think you trust him. he’s mad. he’s upset. he’s disgusted. the thoughts spiral as fat tears fall down your cheeks, opening the door.

there stands satoru, arms crossed and his lips pursed. the blindfold he usually wore was hung loosely around his neck, forcing you to look straight into his baby blues. the second your eyes meet his, your facade crumbles.

with a choked sob, you fall onto your knees, crumbling like sand. but you never hit the ground, strong arms slip under your arms and around your back. the side of your face pressed against his jujutsu-uniform jacket. his other arm slips under your knees as he picks you up as if you were the most fragile thing in the world, kicking the door closed.

satoru sits on the couch, your legs draped over his lap as he holds your so tenderly. a part of you feels guilty and stupid for thinking that he would ever be disgusted with you. you had never seen satoru gojo handle anyone with this much care, touch feather-light with the strength of love.

“why haven’t you told me you felt this way, do you not trust me..?” his words come out in a whisper, voice shaking ever so slightly. at that moment, you feel like the worst person in the world for making him think that. your hands cup his face as you look towards him with your teary eyes, desperately shaking your head.

“satoru, no, i trust you so much, more than anyone-”

“then why?”

your words catch in your throat, shame burning and pooling in your gut as you decide whether or not to tell him that it was because of some silly face he made years ago. worry surges again before being dissipated by his forehead pressing against yours.

a deep breath in, then you speak. “i didn’t want you to think i was weak…” in that instant you see his face soften, likely connecting the dots himself. 

he’s gentle as he presses your face into the crook of his neck, arms winding around your back. his words come out faintly against your ear, breath lightly tickling your skin. “i’m sorry i made you feel that way, you’re not weak. you’re strong, much stronger than me in this regard.” he feels you smile against his skin and he chuckles, rocking side to side with you in his arms as if nothing else in this world mattered more.

you can’t help but feel like a fool for ever thinking that satoru gojo would look upon you with disgust for anything: especially not for some tears. not when he looks at you like you’re the world when you do any little thing. not when he whispers such sweet nothings to you at any opportunity. not when he holds you so desperately close when there is any sort of chance.

you can’t help but be forced to realize the strength in which satoru gojo loves. the love that is exclusive to you and you alone.

okkotsuus 23

[irlplasticlamb]

I need to know how you feel about the rhaenicent reunion scene

i have so so so many thoughts…. and i’m gonna preface everything by saying i treat hotd as entirely different canon than f&b so i don’t mind the different characterisation and such. i know it’s technically an adaptation but let’s be honest — it’s more of a fanfic and genuinely i enjoy it more than the book.

if we put this scene in a void i think it’s genuinely a wonderful rhaenicent scene with tons of little moments that just highlight their love towards each other (“you speak as if from a distant dream” ESPECIALLY! rhaenyra’s tender smile and the parallels to “i want to fly with you on dragon back, see the great wonders across the narrow sea, and eat only cake” oh my GODD it reminds rhae of a dream because that’s what she’s been dreaming about for YEARS) (also alicent asking rhaenyra to go with her paralleling criston except in this instance rhaenyra doesn’t mock the person. you could almost say if the circumstances were different she WOULD go with alicent) (also ALSO i’m a sucker for role reversal in fiction and the visual representation of rhae becoming caged in her duties and alicent choosing freedom was BEAUTIFUL! honestly the visual language in s2 is incredible)

i do struggle a bit with alicent (seemingly) so easily sentencing her sons to death but considering her insanely complex relationship with the boys it kind of makes sense for her character — aegon and aemond are such complicated little beasts. i do believe alicent loved them but i also believe she was a bad mother — then again, she was a teenage girl FORCED to become a mum and it’s 100% understandable for her to struggle with motherhood. alicent’s very complex and it’s hard not to let the book version of her character muddle the perception of the show one. i don’t want to babble a lot more about this but basically, with a heavy heart i do agree alicent deserves to make a selfish choice. is it still heartbreaking? i think so. aegon and aemond LOVE HER i truly believe that. not every female character has to be 100% morally good. alicent made a choice to save herself, her daughter (who i think she sees herself in so it’s easier for her to empathise, also helaena’s always been good to her) and her granddaughter. we’ll see how it affects the later story. i am just a tiny bit baffled about daeron thing — it seems they don’t have a super strong relationship in the show but alicent is shown to love him still, yet she betrayed him. idk idk!

for rhae, i think this scene mostly makes sense. she’s always had a soft spot for alicent i think, she stood her ground ordering aegon’s death (and, i think, aemond and maybe daeron’s as well. it’s not stated in the dialogue obviously but when you think about it, they do pose danger to her position as queen) but still gave alicent a choice. she did not detain her, she agreed to the plan. again, we’ll see how this all ends up.

[reilleclan-blog]

They are just dancing ur honor

YEAH THE DANCE WITH DEATH or OF DEATH

um i genuinely love this series i think the devs made a game not to "hype up" their main character which a lot of games and story telling does, but they made a game about changing and perspective and I respect them a lot for that. B/c these are just ppl trying to survive not superheroes or op characters. Not that there's anything wrong with stories like that i just think stories like that have gotten old.

So yes Ellie changes Abby changes but I still love the characters a lot , at times I wished Ellie stayed with Dina but I'm like maybe that's just what she needed to do to finally change/let go of the past and further more forgive Joel. It was heartbreaking to see Ellie leave Dina cause I loved their dynamic and how often does unrequited love work out lol. But I don't blame either one for their choices I was upset with Ellie but it is what it is. It makes me think like "yes this person has changed but they are still the person I knew. So do I want to keep them in my life or let them go" kinda thing.

And all power to the audience but I think ppls discourse of the game was a little biased. Everyone hated Abby which yes she killed Joel. (Oh yeah and everyone was being transphobic and homophobic in general) and then a lot of ppl were mad Ellie didn't kill Abby(this is just a lot of shit I saw ppl complain about when the story was first released) but no one really talked EVER about a lot of the symbolisms or "coincidences" that happen thru the game.

Like the switch blade and little Ottie the elephant(i think that's its name) symbolizing the innocence of a child and showing Ellie whos changed and had to kill over the years

Or the fact that Abby is shown in a Halloween store on the "Seattle day 1"(when showing Abby after Joel's death) reminding me of the left behind dlc and they play around in a Halloween store . Or the parallels of Owen and Abby's relationship to Ellie and Riley when they were younger. And one friend wanting to explore but the other is trying to go back home.

Ellie and Abby both having tank tops on during their final fights lol not that important but yah. There's more but that's all I can remember right now I gotta play the rest of this game on grounded I know I'm gonna get my ass kicked playing that shit. I ususally play on story mode cause I want to enjoy the story lol but sometimes I know I can play on normal I just don't be feeling like it.

I'd honestly give this series a 10/10 it was amazing to experience very heavy subjects and topics talked about mostly is revenge worth it or how much are u willing to change for it.

Also Abby being so caring for the two young Seraphites was so nice to see her being "motherly" and sweet to them but also gruff with the way she talked. And honestly I got a soft spot for Abby idk is it the muscles? Lol and I saw someone say Dina carried her relationship with Ellie I'd say "yes and no" I think they had a lot of "let's clear the air" but never did that b/c Ellie probably didn't want to talk about it and/ or they weren't ready to talk about it. And Ellie was trying so hard to act like nothing was wrong but it clearly was wrong. So yes they were happy together but couldn't let go. I said this already but Ellie was like a warrior that couldn't leave the battlefield cause that's all she was used to. But she didn't really "try" to be happy either. All the killing and murder and brain trauma I doubt a couple months would cure u of the fucked up shit. Trying to heal from trauma takes tim on e but she didn't really give herself that either .. so idk

Also I woke up to a pic of Ellie's leather strap shotty having 20 ppl interact with it so thank u I didn't think much of the post lol I did like the pic a lot tho. I think it's just tlou stuff is super popular either way thanks

This is a lil jokey joke but THEY HAD TO NERF ABBY JUST FOR THESE MFS TO EVEN STAND A CHANCE AGAISNST HER THAT IS SO FUNNY TO ME. ELLIE GOT A DAMN BLADE FIGHTINF A MALNURISHED ABBY BRUH. Lol Abby was just so cold and cool I loved her bruh. But on god if Dina had died cause of Ellie idk if I could've forgiven her character lmao.

Also please I don't care about shipping ship whoever u like I really don't care I don't want to see ppl arguing about ships please. I liked Dina and Ellie but that don't mean I wasn't sad for Jessie losing his girl he clearly still liked Dina lol. I'm just saying I'm very neutral when it comes to shipping characters don't argue with me argue with ya mama

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

Left for Dead

This actually takes place some time before Day 10 Passing out from Pain. How much time? Idk, I'm making this up as I go along. At least a week, probably.

Virgil tried to breath as quietly and calmly as he could as he laid in the underbrush his group had left him in. His ankle throbbed miserably and if he hadn't been so terrified of being noticed, he might have been tempted to flex the joint just to make sure he could.

He tried not to react at the dragging and shambling noises of the creatures that walked around him, terrified as he was, unsure just how good their senses were.

Admittedly, he didn't know a lot about zombies. Every portrayal of them in media seemed to be different and this was real life. There was no reason that they should have to abide by any rules laid out in fiction. Granted, if they were just somehow reanimated corpses then theoretically their senses were probably pretty terrible considering they were actively decomposing. But then again, they if they were reanimated corpses, then there was no reason for them to follow any sort of logic and the state of decay might not affect them at all.

If anything, though, Virgil hoped the smell of their own rotting flesh prevented them from picking up on his scent.

He kept his head low, waiting for the noises around him to pass.

He waited till several minutes of silence had passed before risking a glance up. He was completely alone among the trees with dusk falling around him.

He laid there another minute, debating if he should try to stand and head toward the usual rendezvous point. He tried to flex his ankle and it sent a shock of pain all the way up his leg and dropped his head back into the dirt with a groan. Unless he could figure out how to get back without moving or putting weight on that ankle, he wasn't going anywhere.

He forced himself to take a breath. They'd come back for him, he tried to assure himself. Ian had said they would. Ian had said-

Virgil froze, his whole body tensing as he pulled up the memory. He remembered running, limping already from spraining his ankle a few weeks ago. He remembered tripping, screaming as he hit the ground. He heard Ian shouting at him to stay down, stay hidden, that they would draw the monsters away and come back for him.

"Leave him!" The distant voice had called out. "He's just a liability."

Virgil had been too afraid at the time to process what was going on around him, now in the quiet and darkening woods, he realized what had happened. He'd been left for dead by those he'd spent months with, working together with to try to stay alive. Those he'd insisted on helping, going back and saving them, sacrificing his own needs to help them, had left him behind.

He laid in the dirt and cried.

Cried in fear and in heartbreak. His once family had left him to be eaten by alive by the monsters he'd fought to protect them from or to die slowly from injuries that left him nearly helpless to defend himself.

He cried till he fell asleep from the exhaustion of it all, and just hoped he wouldn't wake to see his own death.

---

Virgil woke up screaming as a rotting corpse fell on his back.

He screamed and thrashed, trying to get away from the monster, his injuries screaming back at him for daring to move at all.

He managed to get out from under the once again dead zombie and managed to sit up. A small group of young men were running at him, apparently perusing an equally small group of zombies.

"Go, go, go!" One of the strangers shouted. Virgil scrambled to his feet and immediately collapsed, crying out in pain as soon as he tried to put weight on his foot.

"Hang on!" Another voice shouted and Virgil found himself being plucked off the ground. "Roman!"

Another man, nearly identical to the first, appeared at his other side, ducking under his arm.

"Hang on, we're gonna get you out of here," he promised. "Do you have any open wounds?"

Virgil shook his head. "My ankle's jacked up."

"We'll get you safe, just hang on."

---

"What is this place?" Virgil asked as he was lowered into a wheelchair.

"We call it Ground Negative One. It's supposed to be a pun, y'know, like Ground Zero is where shit hit the fan? We're working on stopping it, so-" He waved vaguely. "It made more sense in my head, but it kinda stuck. I'm Remus, by the way. That’s my brother Roman, his partner, Emile and that's Remy and Patton."

"I'm Virgil."

"We've got a medic here, he can take a look at your ankle and see what's going on," Remus offered, not bothering to leave time for pleasantries.

"I'd really appreciate that."

"How'd you end up out there like that?" Remus asked and walked next to Virgil as Roman pushed him down the corridor.

"My, uh...team, left me behind last night. I'd already injured my ankle and when I fell last night... No one ever came back for me."

"Some team," Remus snorted. "Don't worry about it, we'll get you taken care of. You can stay as long as you need."

---

"The good news is, it's not broken," Logan announced. "The bad news is that it is dislocated. I can get it back into place, but...we may need to consider surgery because of the previous damage to the joint with the prior sprain."

Virgil went pale. "Isn't that, like, super risky?"

"It's more of a risk now than it would have been a few years ago, but that's mostly because of the general state of things. The surgery itself is fairly low risk. With the security we have here, I don't foresee it being an issue. Even if it were, we’d still have to weigh the risk of losing mobility in that joint entirely vs the recovery time and infection risk. We still don't know that the surgery is necessary. I'm going to get your ankle back in joint and we'll treat it for the dislocation and sprain and see how it heals. I'm just letting you know about the possibility of needing surgery so you're not blindsided by it later, alright?"

Virgil nodded. "Alright, let's get this over with."

"Remus is going to help, okay? Go ahead and lie back." Logan popped open the door. "Remus, Emile, can I get your assistance?"

"What do you need?" Remus asked.

"Emile, take his hand and make sure he doesn't move."

Virgil rubbed his face. "Ohhh this is gonna suck."

"Briefly," Logan agreed. "Remus, take his leg and hold it taunt." Logan stood facing Virgil and took the twisted foot in both hands. "Deep breath and let it out." On the exhale Logan swiftly pulled the foot back and turned it back into place. "We're done!" He announced at Virgil screamed into his teeth, trying his hardest not to move. "We're done that's it."

"I really appreciate you guys, but also I kinda wanna punch you in the face oh my god!"

Emile nodded sagely. "He did my shoulder a few weeks ago and I felt the same way."

[bucketofchum]

Okay OC stuff under the cut (KingTumu, possession stuff)

There is a period in the KingTumu timeline where King gets possessed by an evil spirit who draws energy from suffering and it's kind of a heartbreaking thing bc Atumu doesn't realize it's not his Master, so he just thinks that King is being really violent and cruel for no reason (or maybe Atumu did something wrong? Or this is the new norm?)

It starts as like really small random things. Only 5-15 minutes at a time. Maybe once a day or something. Moments of uncharacteristic violence and cruelty. And it's never explained, so Atumu never really figures out what's going on. He just figures maybe...idk this is a thing now.

Whenever King is back to his normal self, he'd ask Atumu what was wrong (Atumu would flinch from his touch bc he wouldn't know if King would hurt him or not) but Atumu would have nothing to say. He didn't know if anything was wrong. Nothing was wrong?

Ofc this was worrisome for King bc all he could see from his perspective was that Atumu seemed more reticent for some reason, but he had no idea why

Eventually King finds Atumu injured and Atumu won't tell him how he got injured. He's increasingly worried and concerned for Atumu, wondering why Atumu is hiding something from him. What is he hiding and why? King doesn't push Atumu though bc Atumu must have a reason for not telling him...but he's worried. But it only gets worse

As the spirit gets stronger, it is more active and increasingly violent. Also manifests more. More often, for longer periods, and this takes a toll on King's body as well. King finds himself vomiting black gook whenever he comes back to. He never had memory of the possessions, but his body feels the weariness.

One day King wakes up from a blackout to find Atumu basically in a pool of his own blood, bleeding out from multiple festering stab wounds, one hand pinned to the ground by a dagger through the back of the hand. This is it. This is the limit. He has to know what happened to Atumu and why Atumu is keeping information from him. Who did this? Did someone attack them?

Atumu finally admits that it was King himself, which King finds really hard to believe, but there is no one else out there in the desert besides them.

Atumu of course never blames King - he thinks he must have done something to deserve this.

King is afraid of hurting Atumu so he seeks to resolve this. He needs to leave Atumu and stay far away until he gets this solved. He leaves Atumu, and it sadly gets worse for Atumu.

King goes on a mission to find a shaman, alone. Atumu doesn't know when King will return. If King will return? If this is a continued punishment for something he did wrong? He's not sure.

Atumu doesn't move from their tent that they had set up. He doesn't have much in terms of supplies (they usually get supplies when they travel and go into towns/from natural features) But not moving, Atumu doesn't have much for food and water. He also doesn't dare move from the tent lest King return and he not be there. Weeks go by in King's mission and Atumu wastes away in the tent, not knowing if or when King will ever return

Eventually King does find a shaman, who convinces him that it is indeed Atumu who is the one possessed and they must exorcise the spirit. I think the spirit had actually left by then bc I don't recall any other mention of it henceforth. Perhaps it was the weeks away from any interaction with any other being. Perhaps it was sated by that last violent attack? Anyhow the shaman has these complex rituals they need to gather supplies for, and the supplies can be hard to come by

The two of them eventually do make it back to the tent where King finds Atumu in such a bad state, but the Shaman does not want King to nurse him back to health, as the Shaman believes the spirit resides within Atumu, and Atumu's body in its weakened state also weakens the spirit. They want his body as close to death as possible to rid the spirit for good. It hurts King to see Atumu like this but he follows the Shaman's orders

This is a sad sad period for Atumu bc he has no idea what's going on at all. He doesn't know what he did or why any of this is happening. Honestly he just longs for King's company, as much as he longs for food or water. Or more.

King does break and give him just a touch of honey from his fingertip to give him strength and Atumu begs him not to leave

But there are more ingredients to gather for the ritual so leave again King must. The Shaman admonishes King for giving into the evil spirit's temptations (giving Atumu water and honey)

I don't think this episode ever gets a nice conclusion. There really was no conclusion to be had bc there was never an evil spirit within Atumu in the first place and the one in King seemed to have left of its own accord, maybe after the really really horrible last taxing possession.

This is the only time I can think of that Atumu ever begs King, and it's heartbreaking to King that he has to do this as well. He doesn't want to leave Atumu and he doesn't want to starve and dehydrate Atumu, but he is trying to follow the Shaman's orders bc he wants to be rid of the spirit. It's also a really hard time for King because Atumu is the only living being he really truly cares about more than anything, and he is responsible for Atumu's life, as his Master.

King does have a lot of internal turmoil about keeping Atumu in general. A lot of times, he fears that being with him exposes Atumu to more dangers than if they had never met. It feels selfish of him to endanger Atumu's life like this. Just being with King is a risk. Atumu passes more as human, and King draws unwanted attention and violence from humans. And when they are with supernatural creatures, Atumu is also at increased risk because of his humanness. But Atumu wants nothing more than to be with King

-

It escalates pretty bad once the spirit starts needing more and develops a taste for blood - it was the final possession which left Atumu as a used pile of bloody flesh.

Also after every possession beforehand, King would care for Atumu's wounds and Atumu would be trembling from gratitude and feel undeserving of King's kindness towards him bc he still thought he'd done something wrong to merit the abuse in the first place. Like he did something wrong and was punished for it? And then King helps to patch him up afterwards? He felt so apologetic and grateful for King's kindness. But he didn't know what he did wrong so he couldn't take steps to not repeat it. And the same thing would happen over and over, getting worse and worse

At some point, I think Atumu normalizes it in his head as maybe this is a kink thing? He's unsure. Bc the spirit clearly gained pleasure from causing pain, and Atumu doesn't realise the spirit is not King. He just finds King acting uncharacteristic. The spirit is clearly sadistic and gaining pleasure, and if doing this to Atumu is something pleasurable to King, Atumu wants to abide best he can.

It's also bc of this that the spirit needs to push harder because it is clearly not causing as much suffering as it wants. If Atumu is permitting this - not fighting back - it satisfies less of the need.

The thing that Atumu has a hard time understanding in all of this is King's confusion, asking him what is going on, what Atumu is hiding from him. Is this also part of the game? Why would his Master do this and half an hour later ask him what happened? He's not even sure what happened. He's not sure what is happening. Why is this happening? Is it a punishment? Is it a kink thing? He doesn't know. So he keeps quiet. He doesn't want to say the wrong thing and trigger another violent attack.

But also it's really really really out of the blue when these possessions happen. So they can just be like...they are walking around in the desert quietly as they always do, and King just turns around and backhands Atumu's face or slams him into the ground. It's so out of the blue that it's bewildering and he doesn't know what to make of it

The first possessions were like that. Just random outbursts of violence lasting only a few seconds or minutes at most. And then King would be confused, a little dazed, and surprised. He'd help Atumu back up or patch him up. And it'd be like this, but the violence would escalate. The violence would last longer. And the outbursts would be more frequent.

Anyhow during that whole time, the worst thing for Atumu was the period when King was gone. He would rather King's erratic violence and care afterwards than King's absence.

-

What also makes me think of this moment is when Atumu dies (oh spoiler alert I guess) and finally comes back hundreds of years later and King is in tears and says "I killed you!" And Atumu says "That cannot be true. I know you would never cause me harm, and here I am before you, alive and well." And King just responds, sobbing "it was an accident " Like he's begging the universe for forgiveness.

Knowing what Atumu has experienced, Atumu is still able to confidently say that King would never hurt him.

[sleepy-achilles]

Protector x Sunshine x Grumpy Guard Dog

I'll make this a thing if it's the last thing I do.

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Don't ask them how it started, they couldn't tell you.

It was supposed to be a one night stand after a taping of heartbreak hotel.

But Shawn got conflicted as he didn't want his relationship with Kevin and taker to be impacted by his dumb urges. He has a kid who's attached to them that he has to think about when making these decisions.

It infact makes their relationship stronger.

Taker and Kevin become more of a figure in John's life and shawn falls even harder for them both.

They work well. Kevin is the protector, he's able to protect both taker and shawn. Both are vulnerable and both struggle with that and yet he can help. He's also able to stand takers full strength whilst shawn can't.

Shawns the sunshine. He's able to ground both men and keep them calm. He's also able to rile them up if it benefits him. But he is a brat so it's expected from him.

Taker? Takers the grump guard dog who will hurt anyone who hurts his boys. You don't fuck with takers boys or his kids. Mess with him all you want, but not them.

Also, plus is, the family of destruction still works because the kids have always seen Kevin as a third dad, so yeah, Leon and cassie can still chill.

It's basically the same, John and Leon get teased for having three dads instead of two.

Taker is the firm dad, kevins the firm but fun dad and shawns the mama bear, he's the caring and most likely to freak out if something happens.

Anyways. Shawn is the cook, kevins the dish washer and taker puts them away. Takers the main driver, kevins the back up driver and shawns a passenger princess. Taker does DIY, shawn cannot and neither can Kevin.

Kevin and shawn love pda and takers a bit iffy about it.

Shawn loves nicknames and so does aba taker.

Kevin is quick to correct Shawn on any of his bullshit whilst taker will just store it away for a later, much kinkier, time.

Shawn is quick to scold Kevin and taker for ignoring medical advice despite them not allowing him too.

Taker is quick to put both of them in time out, because let's face it, Kevin and shawn are the class clowns. The shit stirrers, the troublemakers and well taker is the lockeroom leader so either way he has to put up with it.

Kevin leaves. And it does cause some problems at home. Cassies lucky she's not existing at this time.

Taker watches as it destroys Shawn. And when Shawn becomes a wreck the whole family falls apart. Taker understands both sides but for once, he has to be the protector. He has to ground Shawn and reassure Kevin its whats best. He has to promise John and Leon that Pops (idk if imma stick with pops or go with pater which is Latin for dad) isn't leaving them, that he will still come home to them, he's just moved companies for a reason that will benefit them more.

John and Leon understand a lot more than their parents think. But they help their father as much as they can with papa and how destroyed he's become.

Kevin, because we know his medical history, ends up becoming the stay at home dad eventually, so he does school runs and all that. He doesn't mind it, he enjoys it. A lot more than he thought he would.

Takers multiple deaths.

Interesting convo starter. Shawn is obviously always destroyed by them and Kevin? Kevin is aswell, but he always keeps a strong face on for his family because they need a rock.

It's important to note this isnt shawns relationship. Kevin and taker do love each other too.

Shawns back injury.

Not gonna lie, Kevin was angry at taker at first. Furious. But then when he came home he realised how bad Shawn had gotten with his drug problem. He knew it was probably for the best. And then he sees how badly taker is being on himself.

It becomes clear to him, its an accident. Its beating taker up. He sees how much Shawn forgives him. So Kevin apologies to taker and decides that they all need to heal.

That's the main, important points I can think of.

Yes I'm taking asks for them.

Yes I know I still have asks to answer but I got the world's hottest writers block so I'm trying new things rn.

[narwhalandchill]

uhhh anyway. so like yesterday was my first time ever doing story day 1 and i have many Thoughts about the AQ. mostly positive unfortunately my major gripes do relate to the childe/narwhal situation which kinda dampens the overall experience more than any other part being underwhelming would given (gestures in general direction of self). like we all know the multitude of diseases i have on the subject 💀

dunno how much of a complete nonsense rambley writeup thisll be i think i might take some time to sort out my overall thoughts and write sth more coherent specifically on childe/narwhal stuff, maybe leave out some other aspects i have more pointed thoughts on as well so this wont get mega long but eh lets see. this just all kinds of thoughts i have for now And its a mess so Beware

anyway. firstly. as scarred as i am by melus and silver. Its also just. holy shit man theyre truly just straight up tapdancing on teppeis grave like THIS is how you write NPC deaths in an actually emotionally impactful way. dunyarzad was a massive glow up already in terms of NPC writing in general but she didnt die so. but like the way their characters and bond to both callas and navia is built up and how the writers actually managed to make them feel like such dynamic people even if their roles are ultimately quite straightforward made their fates just... genuinely heartbreaking like what the fuck 😭😭😭 AND THE WAY THEY STILL SAVED NAVIA FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE AND SAID THEIR FAREWELLS I JUST. I CANT. i just teared up thinking about it again

idk what could be said about navia that hasnt been said a gigabillion times before like. Wow. she is just. Truly the moment. like she fucking blindsided my ass in 4.0 bc i wasnt expecting anything like how dynamic and compelling and complex her arc and characterization has been like. everything about navia her resolve her grit her experiences and her bravery and stubbornness just feels so incredibly human and raw and she is just? a wonderful character i never foresaw falling in love with her this much like truly. and she delivered JUST as hard in 4.2 too like if it werent for navia being the conduit through which we first experience the devastation of poisson i dont think it wouldve ever hit as hard as it did. i just wanna comfort her shes already been thru so much yet i also admire her insistence to keep going and keep living like man 😭😭😭 give her a happy story quest hoyo idgaf if it gets called shallow or some bs she deserves a break!!!!!

i think some ppl are disappointed by arles relative lack of presence in fontaine overall and while i get that i can genuinely say that its been so fucking refreshing to have an AQ centering on a conflict thats not entirely or mostly fatui based. its not like the weight or intimidation factor of arlecchinos presence has been any lesser just bc shes been largely on the same side as us. like personally i just Really enjoyed seeing her characterization throughout. the way shes been just so reasonable thus far makes me extra excited for whenever she might actually snap (at least hopefully she will). like both childe and scara think shes fucking insane?????? but yea. i also really enjoy arles dynamic with the HoH kids too like. i do think she genuinely cares for them in a way but i highly doubt thats all there is to it. and thats really neat. goes for things like her help to spina di rosula and poisson too; theres definitely strings attached to that aid lmao. even if arle has no particularly malicious designs in mind, shes a harbinger. like cmon. and i really like that!!

i dont have like. that extensive thoughts abt what i call the . uhhh. this is mean but extended cast of act 5 JKJKDWJKDJKAJK like HoH gang, clorinde, sigewinne, wrio. tho i do very much appreciate that clorinde dodged the sara allegations for good like. it was looking a little bit unfortunate in 4.0. her role wasnt super major but i love her english VA and this kind of grounded sort of character she ultimately is. also sigewinne jumpscare during furinas trial i love her so much.

mona n nicoles thing was unfortunately mostly a whateverburger for me bc. im sorry im not that interested in hexenzirkel lmao i feel like such an outlier in any lore discussion circles bc im just not that hype about them (gold is an icon however) idk why. it was neat, it happened, didnt bring any mega hype. what i liked the most was honestly just the talk with mona about destiny and fighting against it and all. she really felt like a friend trying to help us navigate our thoughts on this insane horrible situation going on!!

in terms of plot things uhhh i went in mostly blind? as to the actual events. i had spoiled myself a bit on some specific aspects (my own fault) but ultimately most had no effect on how much i enjoyed everything. also lowering my expectations on the. ahem. worries i had abt childe that unfortunately came true so i was less let down on the spot wjjkajkwdjkwd. my biggest issue was actually that i had to progress lyneys story quest TWO FUCKING TIMES by a pretty notable amount bc it was blocking locations. and that dumbass office drama world quest like i was morbing.

a particular standout moment (beyond the Obvious. i need not name it THE LAUGH THE FUCKING THUMBS DOWN also singed FL can kinda lowkey 100% absolutely get it) for me was when i was so invested in our conversation with furina in poisson and in the magic box that i actually fucking forgor about the whole trap scheme thing even existing and then the box fell open and i was like WAIT WHAT THE FUCK and started laughing for like a solid 5 minutes i was caught so off guard. what an incredible moment. bc like. when the thing we were hiding in w furina started shaking i was just hell yeah narwhal modcheck? narwhal modcheck? bc obviously i would. and didnt question for a second that it could be something else. like the trap we were LITERALLY plotting to set up just a bit earlier it actually killed me. altho the fact that one of the cursed lyney quest situations were in between the scheming scene and the poisson segment prolly had to do with it. anyway it was just really funny

i think this post is gonna take me 287382 years to finish if im gonna go into the like furina character arc situation and her trial and focalors and all that shit super in depth (+ narwhal/skirk things) but like. BELIEVE me i fucking loved it so much like its so awful and painful and horrible and just. best written archon easily. zhongli n venti i think r very well written but theyre p static characters bc oldies so its a bit different. raiden is. inazuma moment no comment needed. nahida is good but tbh i never truly reconciled with the way rukkha getting irminsuled sorta just erased the central conflict behind her inferiority complex so it somewhat ruined her character arc for me even if it did make me cry and i do love her chara overall. but furina i think they executed the whole setup and reveals and everything so incredibly well its insane like. god. 500 years........ and like. the way furinas arc just flops everything uve known about her and the interactions uve had with her sideways and turns it upside down realizing the predicament shes been in and what shes been grappling with. its just incredible man. harrowing but incredible like they truly delivered on that one. like that portion of the finale was just really well done

anyway not all thoughts i have by any means but whatever. ive just been Thinking. overall had a great time with the AQ n cutscenes in particular are only getting better and better, i thiiiiink this one tops sumeru for me? but like its sorta unfair bc i was never a scara stan whereas. even a narratively mishandled narwhal is a fucking world-devouring narwhal. unfair advantage. childe being there at all even if i have my gripes is too much points in favor KJWJKWJKDWDJKJK. theres things that make me really hopeful for the future writing but also things that concern me. so its an interesting situation rn. but im glad it went as ambitious as it did even if my fave got arguably sidelined the most. just hoping they actually do sth more with childe sooner than later if they want to leave all those loose ends unaddressed in 4.2. interlude rights PLEASE

[m1ckeyb3rry]

“Does she think her brother’s a freak?” Is CRAZY HAHAHA I LAUGHED SO HARD but fr!! I’ve seen some people draw what they think she’d look like and honestly some are great!! Some just kinda slap his hair shape plus some like extension looking long hair on LMAOO I feel like she’d look really stylish tho?? Not sure if she’d have the whole right angle but maybe her hair looks like feathers?? Maybe someday I’ll try drawing her LOL Kaneshiro please just sneak in a panel with her watching the game orz

And REAL!! There’s so many different avenues to love I sometimes hate that a lot of culture rn is like…if two people are really close and have a deep connection they MUST want to get into each others pants and it must be romantic and that’s it and I’m like…what about loving your friends or family etc T-T

First selection Barou is trauma inducing sometimes LOL I’m so glad he developed the way he did!!

HAHA yeah the color version is a liiiittle off but you’re so right Karasu can pull anything off <3 I wanna imagine that maybe it’s supposed to be more of a navy color that isn’t so bright but conceptually I’m living for it!! Love the trench coat turtleneck fit. I’m NGL when I read his egoist bible entry I had to stop and think like…wtf is an index in this context….but it’s so funny LOL (oh my god Reo’s outfits are atrocious…you’d think with such a large wallet he’d be exposed to some taste but apparently not)

ANGST!! So true I’m ngl though I think my fav is usually a sort of middle ground…angst and then fluff or comfort because sometimes I’ll lose my mind if it just ends on a sad note and my thoughts will spiral HAHA but also I LOVE the fluff in fwtkac….so good…sometimes I need something without heart wrenching drama LOL white butterfly I feel like was a perfect mix….i feel like the angst was so developed in that way because it explores the emotions more…? I don’t think I’m articulating this perfectly but sometimes I feel the angst trope will ONLY jump to just character death (not that it’s bad! I love a good ultra angsty piece from time to time) but like theres different ways to developed and make something heartbreaking without killing someone off (and in a way being able to do that just shows the skills of a writer!!) but the way you wrote wb…like building up the relationship and then cruelly ripping them apart right as y/n sorts out her feelings…..too good…

Naive little freak Hiori <333 I can’t with him it’s too funny like he really believed all that between the fake backstory and the honey and all that LOL

HAHAH I LOVE OUR BESTIE!!! She’s so funny and a real one fr I can’t wait to read that Otoya slander is always so funny

SMALL HORSE NAGI so true LOLL I was originally shocked but I can definitely see it now….reminds me of maybe a lazy samoyed hehe

The globe emoji eyes have me dying HAHA but fr!! Honestly he’s def no smooth talker and wouldn’t really participate in friendly banter I feel…the most I can imagine is him being like the tsundere trope that people love using…otherwise it’s just “lukewarm” for everyone LOL

HORSE RIDING WAITT THATS SO COOL!!!! I’ve had friends who did equestrian and honestly it looks so cool but def a lot of hard work!! Do you have horses yourself? Or what breeds do you work with omg I’m kinda curious but yess living it up at the parties!! I’m crying honestly that would be me just whipping out my phone and opening tumblr when things get boring HAHAHA

Kinda unrelated but all this talk about the novel and bible content made me crack open the Bible again and look….i almost completely forgot about his lore with Marisa?? I’m ngl I feel like that could make for an interesting drama thought (just wanna preface no pressure for anything at all I’m just rambling on about some thoughts I had LOL)….maybe I got brainwashed by kdramas but I sometimes find well-done jealousy or miscommunication to be really entertaining…like idk imagine he runs in Marisa with y/n (obviously like the mature dude he is he’s over her but I’d bet it’d make for some fun drama LOL) or maybe Marisa’s still hung up over him OR if he used that moment to get back at y/n for the insults in fwtkac?? Anyways

The scene in the car where he passes y/n the aux in fwtdac made me curious abt his music taste to see if maybe it is atrocious and the Bible says his favorite song is “Fly” by Grapevine?? I’m listening to it now and um..well…I mean it’s not my style per se but it could be worse?? At least it’s not like some jojo siwa song I guess but uh…I’ll let you listen to it first. I mean. It’s very Karasu, I think. I won’t hate on it! I’ll just say it’s not going into my playlist LOL

Also seeing fanart Lowk makes me think…this is just a general random thought but I feel like Karasu owning a pet bird (or birds) would be so funny LOL I know his motif is a crow and some people in Japan have crows as pets?? But imagine him having like a goofy little parrot that talks and sings (I’m not sure if you’ve ever seen on tiktok or anywhere but some parrots love singing “bacon pancakes” LOL or goofy little songs and they’re SOO CUTE)!! I’m a little bit of a bird nerd and I feel like he’d train like one of the really smart birds like an African Grey or an Ringneck to do fancy tricks and talk and all that…or he could have a funky like Quaker parrot that likes to sing and dance or one of those larger macaws that leave nut shells everywhere LMAO Like you imagine him having maybe some really scary or sharp looking pet based off his first impression like a Doberman or German shepherd maybe but instead he pulls out a goofy looking bird that’s his pride and joy

- Karasu anon

(With each ask my word count increases LMAO)

soooo many of the bllk boys have sisters that i bet are so gorgeous!! apparently OTOYA has two?? i bet they are so disappointed in him LDDKSNSNS if my brother was acting the way eita does w girls i’d beat his ass 😭 actually funny story one of the bllk sisters makes an appearance in the next part of fwtkac (and it’s not karasu’s!! although she is also mentioned a couple of times)

yesss i think it’s a symptom of western society’s emphasis on the nuclear family!! i think that’s also why a lot of friendships in animanga tend to be seemingly romantic-coded — as someone who is the daughter of immigrants from india, i know that familial relationships and friendships are thought of as much more important over there and people are more openly affectionate with their friends!! my brother and i always joke that our dad and his bff are actually a couple just because of how close they are but it’s really because they’re from a culture where it’s normal to be like that w your friends which i’ve always found interesting but also super healthy (not that those societies don’t have their problems hehe just smth i’ve noticed)

HELP because first selection barou looked so weird like his proportions were so interesting in a negative way?? and honestly in the first match when he was w naruhaya…joining isagi made him glow up physically as well as mentally 😫 him in bm vs ubers holy shit 😳 sooooo fine

JFKSJSJA in reo’s defense i do think a lot of designer clothing is so ugly so honestly i bet his clothes are actually super expensive but because of that they look goofy asf 😓 also yeah karasu being into stocks and whatnot is so random but also fitting?? the way he canonically plays like city management games and whatnot is so funny he is such a loser pretending to be cool

oh i agree i think angst is harder to write than anything else!! it’s very hard to strike a balance between actual sadness/emotional impact and just gratuitous violence where you’re killing everyone off for no reason. even in my saddest stories i sprinkle in funny/light moments because they actually make the angst hit harder than if it’s straight depression all of the way through.

the high quality honey bruh karasu was just pulling stuff out of his ass he is so evil i love him 😔 to be honest i think he and otoya truly are the best representation of teenage boys like some of these soccer dudes are way too serious but tabieita keep it real 😭 like yes they love soccer and they’re really good at it but out of all of the characters they feel like the only ones who would not gaf if they got kicked out of bllk because they have other interests and things to do. like barou or bachira without soccer for example would probably crash out and live miserable lives but i think karasu and otoya would be like “okay 👍” and move on which i love abt them!!

FWTKAC BESTIE IS SO FUNNY to me i love writing her which is why she’s slowly becoming more and more prominent w each part 😭 she’s also the perfect vehicle for otoya slander because as sassy as y/n is she’s going to be too busy hanging out w karasu during the bllk break to waste her energy beefing w his new bestie

i’ve always seen nagi as a great pyrenees!! they just have that fluffy white bear vibe to them that he gives off. but samoyed is also so real!!

there’s no teal circle emoji so i figured a mix of blue and green was my best bet 😫 but yeah in rin’s eyes a compliment is like “you’re less lulewarm than most people” and then he walks away and you’re like 😟 because what does that even mean?? i think he as a character would work much better as a second lead/unrequited love…one day perhaps i’ll write it but who knows i don’t want the rin fans to be sad because he gets passed over for someone else

THANK YOUUU i’ve dabbled in a lot of types of riding but i’ve settled on dressage for the past few years because jumping is too stressful for me. i had my own horse for a while!! he was an off-track thoroughbred so he used to be a racehorse and i retrained him to jump and do dressage and whatnot. i did have to sell him unfortunately because of school 😕 atm i ride other people’s horses so it’s basically whatever i can get a hold of!! it’s definitely so much fun but a lot of work for sure. the worst is when it’s summer and blazing hot but you’re in full pants, knee high boots, and gloves because that’s just what you wear when riding 😪

PLEASEEE my friends finding guys to hookup with vs me writing fanfiction on my phone and ignoring anyone who approaches me…sorry but y’all do NOT bear an uncanny resemblance to a crow so i’m going to have to pass 🙄 /j

I AM SUCH A KDRAMA FIEND HAHAHA omg i’m going to add marisa into the next part of fwtkac (which is already getting to be long…i think it might end up being close to fwtkac in length HAHA it’s already at 6k words and reader is still watching the bllk vs u20 match we haven’t even reunited w karasu yet)

that is such a random song for him to like 😭 i think the author probably chose it as a pun (“fly” because he’s a bird HAHA) but honestly he gives the vibes of someone who listens to podcasts HELP like when he drives in the car it’s just some finance bro bullshit and he listens w the UTMOST sincerity…the real reason he doesn’t tell y/n his music taste is because he doesn’t have one 😔💔

fun fact i actually have an ringneck!! but it doesn’t live w me it’s at my grandparents’ back in india 😓 i got him one summer when i was young and they said they would take care of him so he just chills over there!! he’s a good boy although he does not talk 🙁 karasu gives me such cat energy like i know in my heart and soul that his family owns a cat…but i could also see him having like a pair of budgies (one green and one blue because he’s basic) or a cockatiel!! or maybe like a green cheek conure hehe i love conures (also a big bird fan here). imagine pulling up to his house and he’s just standing there with one budgie on his left index finger and the other on his right PLSSS and he’s so excited to show them to you too 😭😭😭 he’s so cringe i love him

i’m hoping to post the next part of fwtkac soon anon so i will get to work on that 🫡 until next time…as always i love reading your asks!!

[urfavlesb1anfather]

Rain <3

(Felt like writing so idk here’s this ig)

Rain.

The one thing that brings me comfort nowadays. The one thing that stays consistent, that won’t hurt you no matter how much you want to hurt yourself. No matter how many things you’ve done wrong.

You can always trust rain. It won’t leave you, it always comes back. It won’t try to hurt you, it provides life to nature.

Some days, when everything feels wrong, or it feels like nothing will be okay, I like to listen to my recordings I take when the rain finally returns again. It grounds me, brings me back to a time where it felt like nothing could hurt me, it was just me and the nature around me coexisting without causing each other pain. It feels like the only form of peace I can get in the mess of the current world. In a way, it feels like my own private heaven away from everything else.

Heaven.

The place that’s supposed to be perfect, supposed to be your eternal happiness when the cruelty of life finally leads you astray, leading to your death. When I think of heaven, I think of a place where I can finally breathe. Finally end the suffocation of stress and depression. A place where everyone I care about is finally okay, where I’m finally okay. When I think of heaven, I think of being able to sit in a flower field and watch the sky, watching as the clouds and the stars swap places consistently, and I can simply let the calmness of nature consume me. A place with no heartbreak, no betrayal. A place like the embodiment of rain, providing the same calmness you get sitting on your porch and letting each little drop of rain wash away your stress from the day. I hope I can find that kind of peace someday without having to rely on the rain.

(chat sorry if this is bad, I dont write that much, I just had the urge to write something 😭)

[alyjojo]

Love Reading 💖 - March 2024 - Virgo

Singles:

Who is Coming In: Ace of Cups & 9 Pentacles

Regarding: 10 Pentacles

Long-Term Potential: 7 Wands, Knight of Wands & Death

You have a one night stand or a hookup coming in, could be someone you work with or even someone you meet through a dating app of some kind. Like they’re fresh on the market when you get to them, or you are. Could work together. The Tower came out in the preshuffle like you didn’t/won’t even know this person likes you. They could come on strong or be kinda cringy, full of ego and idk they think they’re God’s gift to humanity or something. They poop glitter ✨ It could turn you off big time but then…maybe. One night. Long term, King of Wands rev is a total fboy/girl and that’s exactly what they’re gonna do, run off with someone else, probably a karmic. This person deserves them and just leave it at that. Some of them may irritate you, because it’s like they can fk around on you and never get a clue, but for someone else they’re great. Awesome. You could know this other person, or know of them, a mutual acquaintance? Some of them may be with someone, you get with them in a fight or a heated breakup, and they go back home & have a nice life ✌️ If that’s the case, I assume you didn’t even know, again this could be a dating app or something. They *said* single. Could be a good time, more likely to piss you off and leave you feeling bitter later though.

Messages:

- I can’t STAY

- I love to surprise you 😯

SEDUCTION 💋

- Attraction & Teasing

- Hooking Up & Date

- Third-Party

- Temptation

“Get your quick fix.”

Signs you may be dealing with:

Libra, Leo, Sagittarius, Virgo & Gemini

Couples:

Them: 5 Cups rev, 4 Swords rev, Queen of Swords

Regarding: The Sun

Going by your side, I’m going to guess you don’t want to hear this, so I’ll keep it short. Your person is very intelligent and grounded, they’re logical more than romantic, and they feel like they know the truth they need to know about this relationship or situation. If you cheated (possible), they’re done. If they cheated, they know why you’re done. 5 Cups rev shows it did hurt, there was a lot of sadness and regret, and it’s probably been awhile because it’s healed now. Two cards of healing, this person isn’t sad about anything anymore, they don’t have regrets anymore, and that’s because they’re happy. The Sun. They could feel like the situation between you brought a lot of things to light for them, they’re staying grounded and stable, doing the most logical thing - that’s who they are. Queen of Swords, can be an air sign or just an ex, there are a lot of Swords in your reading. If they’re not in another relationship, they’re definitely dating again. Or at least entertaining the idea in their head, maybe just talking to someone. Moving forward is the goal.

Messages:

- Honest!

- My money is my life 💰

GROUNDING 🪨

- Stability & Security

- Performance

- Growth & Endurance

“Namaste Bitches! 🕯️”

You: 3 Swords, 3 Cups, 9 Cups

Regarding: 8 Swords

Well, you’re lying. Your Oracle shows you’re fine, perfectly fine, not a care in the world, do you boo-boo. Your actual feelings are crushing heartbreak, and you sabotage yourself by keeping that quiet, maybe you’ve blocked this person, they have no idea how you feel. If they’re the ones that ended it, you’re not giving them the satisfaction…they’re smug enough in your opinion. You are hurt by the things they celebrate, who they’re hanging out with, whatever they do that they want to do somehow hurts you…could be going out a lot, socializing, something with friends. You could feel left out or not very important to them. Or you could just not want to do these things, so you separate yourself…but you’re sad that they’re doing it anyway? Or you’re shocked that this person gets what they want, and you don’t. Or what they want wasn’t you. You only, for some. You didn’t expect for things to go how they went, and you’re deeply upset that this person is just “over it”. Once I got the messages out, you love this person. I don’t get any emotions from them, not good not bad, just logical and “it is what it is”, they’ve healed from sadness, maybe even illness, and moving forward. If someone has a drinking/substance problem, it’s a big deal, it really irritates the other person and they can’t deal with that.

Messages:

- It’s ALWAYS been you.

- In every lifetime, I always come back to you.

SHOCK ⚡️

- Sudden Change

- Shocking News

- Surprise & Epiphany

- Transformation

“Behold! The field in which I grow my fucks. Lay thine eyes upon it and see that it is BARREN!”

Mutual: Temperance, 6 Swords rev, Ace of Swords

Regarding: Knight of Pentacles

It’s still probably not over. I don’t know if either of you really want it to be over, but you feel one way about how things should be, they have their way of thinking and feeling, and unless a bridge can be built between you then what’s the point? Temperance can be building that bridge, if you both really want it. Knight of Pentacles and Temperance both show taking your time, a lot of time, going slow. Practical effort, doing favors for each other or being helpful, showing up, it’s proving that you care. Acts of Service. Virgo energy 💯 There will be a conversation, or you both want to talk. Could you two come back around, sure. It’s going to take work though, and Ascending shows you both ready and willing to do that. Once a situation becomes “the past”, there are still things that need addressing that have been ignored - 2 Swords - and whatever comes of that determines how to continue. Take it slow, they want the same thing you want though, whether it’s reconnection or just a conversation, you two both show up as intellectual swords-like 🗡️ energies more than heavy emotional ones. It’s good for sorting out issues and finding solutions, not so great when it comes to love & feeling things, if either one of you even do…not all of you/them do.

ASCENDING 🎈

- Learning & Expansion

- Transcending

- Preparing for Union

- New Phase

“Keep calm and fucking breathe.”

Signs you may be dealing with:

Heavy Libra, Cancer, Gemini & Scorpio

[mimiri22-6]

*Head in fucking hands* Brucie is never gonna recover from that one. Not even Timmy boy could bring him back from that. I don't how batman would Function after that. He still technically had Dick after Ethiopia, he knew if he was alive or not, but with this?! Idk man.

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Batman disappears. The shadows no longer lurk. People believe something finally killed him. In a way, he did. Just like that night in Crime Alley where Batman was born, the night he found out he lost Both his boys, his rays of sunshine called Robin, Batman dies.

Bruce Wayne disappears or more accurately, Brucie Wayne dissapears. Almost overnight no matter where you find Bruce, he's not there, not mentally. It breaks Alfred's heart to no end. He lost friends, his ward lost parents. And now he lost Grandsons, and his ward lost Sons. No parent or grandparent should outlive their children, but both of them did and now it's just them. Again. Two constants; a broken boy and his broken handler.

Eventually in the sweep of life, Bruce puts the cape and cowl back on. It's what he's supposed to Do. It's his Job. What Else is he Supposed to Do?! Stop getting beat up every night? No, he deserves it. For bringing two little boys into the shadows with him where he was Ment to keep their lights protected under his cape and HE FAILED-he deserves worse in his worthless opinion.

Some nights he blames Jayson and Dick for their deaths. Those are the Really bad nights. If Jason had just stayed home, under his watch, forever, clipped his wings, kept him under his own lether ones, he would still be here, you stupid child-HE WAS SMART! HE WAS SMART! NO WONDER YOU LET HIM DIE, THE WAY YOU TALK ABOUT HIM IS JUST LIKE WILLIS-

If Dick stayed in Gotham, better yet stayed in the mansion, this tomb of a house where people stagnate and rot, he would still be breathing, not trying to fly and failing-HE FLEW WITH THE BEST OF THEM! HE WAS THE BEST OF THEM! MY SUNSHINE, MY LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS! YOU NEVER FELL, YOU SOAR-YOU'RE SOARING*sob*

The gangs on the ground don't know what to do when they hear Batman's wailing in the night, because they do know it's Batman now. They would hear haunting wailing of true heartbreak in the distance. No one knew what it was and no one Wanted to know what it was. They found out while unknowingly fighing it. One of the goons, new recruit, started smacktalking about Robin. "Where's Robin, Batman? I've been preparing a knuckle sandwich for him since he put my uncle in the slammer!" Now, every other goon already Knew, your boss doesn't kill The Robin without everyone in the industry Knowing. No goon was Dumb enough to bring it up in fear of being the one to get the Bats to start killing. With you as the first target.

The Batman Dosen't kill the idiot. The Batman freezes. Because little does everyone know, he Only thinks about his Robins these days. There's two memorials in the batcave to remind him, not that he goes down there much anymore, Alfred probably likes that(he doesn't, at this point he would rather Master Bruce go outside at night on these escapades than be catatonic in his bed for 76 hours straight). Not that he doesn't see Dick and Jason no matter Where he goes.

The Batman freezes and the smart goons book it, not in to watch some idiot get gutted by the Dark Knight. The ones that stay, that also freeze, they witness bat collapse. Like a puppet finally cut from his frayed strings of wich he reties every few nights just to Do Something. And they hear his Wails. Even the goons fleeing hear it. At first they think it's the new kid getting gutted, but they've heard this wailing before. Holy shit is BatMan Crying?!

He was and he does. Hiccups in a shadowed alleyway, sobs muffled by lether covered hands on a rooftop, cowl full of tears in a parked batmobile. Collapsed in a circle of goons, crying. Ugly and open and loud. Haunting Wails that goons hear on their deathbed decades later.

Eventually, they leave, but the bat stays down. Eventually, Alfred has to come and get him personally.

You see, Alfred isn't unbothered by all of this, quite the opposite. He learned how to cry compleatly silently in the military and he uses that skill now. In the manor, nearly every moment he's not in Bruce's line of vision. He sits in the batcave while the master's out and the walls echo just enough that he can hear himself sobbing. Quiet little ugly things. He hasn't stopped moving, hasn't collapsed(other than the night Bruce came home with a broken boy in his arms and the night Bruce got the news from the Titans, but he's letting himself have those breakdowns), because if he does, there's nothing for Bruce to lean on. Nothing.

Alfred leans on Bruce to not collapse and Bruce leans on Alfred to get back up and tie his strings back to his limbs again. Song and dance.

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I wanna write more but I feel like I already wrote too much. This is more brain throw up than, like, Anything I thought of when first seeing this post last night. I have Too many ideas and too many characters would be effected by this. On that note Fuck You OP THIS IS THE SADDEST SCENARIO I THINK IVE EVER SEEN! WTF MAN?!?!(but also it's Premo for angst and au material. I need actual writers to see this and tear my heart out with out(also put my heart back together at the end too👀))

If people do for some reason want me to continue my brain soup ramble, just say the word and I could probably make this a thread. I spent *looks at watch*, huh, only 2 hours, felt longer, on this. I could do it again. Anyway, This is going in a doc somewhere for futher tweaking.

AU where Dick dies in space while Bruce and Jason are in Ethiopia

[k1yamaluvskaiser]

angst drabble idk honestly, im just a fat sucker for angst tw ; death , betrayal , forbidden love

enjoy the heartbreak <3 - nymph ♡

she wrapped one arm around his neck, bringing her face closer to his.

her chest swelled with guilt, and so much pain.

she was a monster for doing this.

in her vacant hand, she hid a dagger, and tightly gripped it.

tears were forming in her eyes.

no, no. she couldn't cry now.

"is something... wrong?" he asked, staring into her eyes.

she was quick to act, and brought the knife to his neck.

inside, she was screaming at herself to just get it over with.

she had to-- she had no choice.

it was either him, or everyone she loved.

'i'm sorry...'

tears cascaded down her face, but he didn't falter.

"you wouldn't. you can't do it." he said coldly while pushing her off himself.

she couldn't bear to look at him. she was ashamed. she was filled with so much sin that she was overflowing with guilt.

she couldn't contain it anymore.

'no, i can't...--'

the dagger was raised a second time, but not to the man she loved.

to the wretched, heartless witch that willingly accepted to take the life of an innocent man that was patient enough to love someone like her.

the dam broke then, but instead of powerful streams of water flowing out, it was her blood.

the crimson red liquid gushed out of her chest, and she could only collapse to the ground.

his cold facade fell, along with his own body to its knees.

he held her close, and was forced to watch as his lover bled to death in his own arms.

perhaps if he didn't involve himself with her, she wouldn't have been in this position, bleeding-- dying in his guilty embrace.

but in her head, what she had thought was no different.

perhaps if she didn't associate herself with them, he wouldn't have served as a test of loyalty, one that she needed to slaughter to pass.

what other choice did she have?

it was either her affair, or everyone she loved.

this was a trick.

he was all she had.

who else did she have to love but him?

if she were forced to choose between murdering the man she loved twice, then she'd rather drive the dagger into her own chest and kill herself.

that way, nobody would have to take the test of loyalty.

that way, her love didn't have to die by her hands.

what a cruel, twisted affair.

[drabbles-mc]

Somewhere Nice

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: You, Eddie, and Dustin are mere inches away from leaving the Upside Down, potentially for good, when Eddie makes a last-minute decision to buy more time. You know it’s a bad decision, but you aren’t going to let him make bad decisions alone. You turn back to join him, but you know deep down that not all of you are going to make it out.

Warnings: some s4 spoilers, language, angst, character death, depictions of blood/injuries, no use of “y/n”

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: I got slammed with this angsty idea and I couldn’t not write it. Idk if there’s a sub-genre of fix-it fics that just create new heartbreaking problems instead, but that’s what this is. Grab your tissues and enjoy! xo

Stranger Things Taglist: @garbinge​​ @winchestershiresauce​​ @thatpunkmaximoff​​ (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

Everything hurt.

Your lungs were burning, your skin stung and you didn’t want to think about the number of cuts and bruises that were littering your body. Every muscle ached, each of your limbs were trembling. The fabric of your shirt and jeans were sticking to you, every inch of your skin slicked with sweat, blood, and grime. You could hardly hear anything over the sound of the blood rushing in your ears, and the screeching of the demobats that were trying to swarm after you, Dustin, and Eddie.

Everything hurt, but it was almost over. The three of you looked frantically amongst each other, knowing that you had less than minutes before the flimsy trailer door gave way to the force of the creatures battering the other side of it. The unanswered question lingered of whether or not you’d bought Steve, Nancy, and Robin enough time. There was nothing more to do about it, though. It would have to be enough.

Kneeling down, you linked your fingers together before looking over at Dustin. You nodded towards the rope, “C’mon, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Dustin didn’t have to be told twice. He eagerly placed his foot into the cradle of your entwined fingers and let you hoist him up just a bit higher on the rope. If the situation had been less dire, you were certain that scrambling up the flimsy, tied sheets would’ve taken him much longer. High stakes made for quick action.

He was almost out of the Upside Down when you were getting ready to jump onto the rope and start climbing behind him. Just as you were about to, you looked back over your shoulder at Eddie to make sure that he was alright. He’d been uncharacteristically quiet.

Despite the fact that you were still fighting to get your breathing under control, there was something eerily calm in Eddie’s expression. He was staring at the quickly-splintering door, the decrepit barrier separating the three of you from innumerable beasts of the Upside Down. The look in his eyes was new, and you didn’t like it.

“Eddie—”

He turned back to you, cutting you off immediately, “You need to go with Dustin.”

Your jaw dropped and closed a few times as you tried to get your brain to work well enough to string a sentence together, “We’re both going with Dustin.”

He set his hands on your shoulders, looking deeper into your eyes than he ever had before, and it put a knot in your gut. There were tears in his eyes but he didn’t look sad, he looked determined, which was scarier from where you were standing. His grip on your shoulders tightened as he spoke.

“Look out for him, alright? He needs you.”

“Eddie,” your voice shook, heart speeding up from something other than the running and fighting you’d all been doing, “Eddie what are you doing?”

“I love you, you know that?” he pulled you in, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips, hand cradling the back of your head as he savored every last second of it, “So much.”

“Ed—”

“You need to go. I,” he stepped back, grabbing the spare makeshift shield off of the ground, “I need to do this,” he saw you open your mouth to argue and he gripped the sheet, forcing it into your hand, “Go!”

He’d never yelled at you like that before, and it made you freeze in place. He grabbed the spear off the ground, slinging it into the strap across his chest before taking off towards the door of the trailer. You could vaguely hear Dustin screaming at the two of you, asking what the fuck was going on. You could hardly hear him over the sound of your own heartbeat pounding away in your chest.

He was halfway out the door when you finally got your body and brain to kick back into gear. You shouted up to Dustin to keep going, to go home and stay safe, but deep down you knew that that wasn’t going to happen. You couldn’t be two places at once, though, and only one of them was about to embark on a guaranteed suicide mission.

You grabbed the other spear off the floor and took off after Eddie. Launching yourself out of the trailer and back into the heavy, damp, darkness of the Upside Down, you sprinted to the bike you’d been riding so you could attempt to catch up to him. The demobats were already taking advantage of the diversion he was creating and it made your stomach twist. You had never pedaled a bike harder in your life but it still didn’t feel like enough. There was still too much space between you and Eddie. You screamed for him but you couldn’t even hear yourself over the cacophony of screeching, so you knew that there was no way that Eddie heard you either.

And then he went down. The scream that tore from your lungs at the sight of him getting knocked off the bike and instantly swarmed by the ungodly creatures that had been tormenting all of you this entire time. You skidded to a stop as close to him as you could without risking running him over. Jumping off the bike, you quickly started fighting off anything you could to give him a little bit of a reprieve. Your eyes weren’t trained on him, but even in your peripheral you could see how many emotions he was feeling, how many things he so desperately wanted to say to you but the two of you just didn’t have the time in that moment. He could be pissed off at you later, you rationalized, but right now it was just about making sure he made it out of this mess alive.

The two of you stood back to back, and despite the horror of the situation caving your chest in, despite the intense fear that was making your ice turn cold inside your veins, and all the discomfort you were still battling with, there was a sense of security in feeling Eddie’s back pressed against yours as you rotated and fought together. There hadn’t been a lot of hope to spare amongst your group lately, but something about Eddie having your back in that moment, and him having yours, gave you hope.

But it was just the two of you against countless hellish creatures. The odds weren’t exactly in your favor. Dustin was running towards the two of you as quickly as he could, but you almost were hoping that he wouldn’t make it while the two of you were still in the thick of this. Maybe by the time he got there, the next phase of the plan would be completed and the three of you could just limp back home and lick your wounds.

That reality seemed to be slipping further and further away as you and Eddie desperately fought to stay upright. More than once you had to pry the bats off of each other. You both quickly perfected the flourish and stab move necessary to kill whatever creature glommed onto you, but there was a sinking feeling in your gut that it wasn’t going to be enough.

Eddie let out a cry of pain behind you, and hardly a second later you heard the thud of his body hitting the ground. Turning around, you saw the two bats who had their tiny sets of claws and teeth burrowed into his leg. He was swiping and kicking at them but to no avail.

“Hold still!” it felt like a cruel request, but you weren’t going to risk stabbing his leg and making it worse.

Somehow, he managed to do as you asked.  He held still just long enough for you to accomplish your goal. It wasn’t without some damage done, though. He tried to stand up, almost immediately falling back to the ground because of the injury inflicted on his leg. He sucked in a breath through gritted teeth, determined to see it all through. He was going to finish what he started. He wasn’t going to be left feeling like he should’ve done more, like he ran away.

You knew that you weren’t going to convince him to leave, so you didn’t try. The two of you got back to work but all too soon you were both being overpowered. Eddie fell to one knee, still trying to swat and shield as best he could from his compromised position. And even though you hadn’t been torn at quite as badly as he had, you were getting tired, and deep down you knew it was only a matter of time before these things got the best of you. You just hoped that they weren’t going to get the best of Eddie and Dustin too. Things had to work out for someone.

You let out a yelp before your throat was crushed by the constricting tail of one of the bats. It pulled you down to the ground with what seemed like no effort at all. You let out a strangled scream as you tried to pull at it. Once you were down on your back, it took no time at all for other creatures to swarm.

Eddie was ripping them off of you as quickly as he could, batting them away and tearing at them like a man possessed. It all hurt, but you couldn’t distinguish one type of pain from another anymore. Your whole body ached, a dull burning punctuated by sharp tearing, and you still hadn’t freed your neck from the unforgiving grasp of the creatures tail.

The scream that Eddie let out was unlike anything you’d ever heard before, from him or from anyone else. He gripped the bat by its tail and its throat, pulling it off of you and immediately smothering and stabbing it, throwing it like a projectile at the next offender.

You were coughing, trying to sit upright so you could continue to fight, but everything looked so hazy. You had never really thought about whether or not bodies had a finite amount of adrenaline in them, but you had the sinking feeling that your body was running out. You still tried, though, you still tried to get up and continue to fight. Ignoring the blood you could feel trickling down your neck, you attempted to forge onward. Eddie was a few steps away, trying to create a distraction to give you a reprieve, trying to use himself to create a barrier. It might’ve worked, if all those little winged demons didn’t already see you as an easy target.

It was all a blur, really, of slashing and screaming and blood. You felt your head smack against the ground when you went down again, followed by more unnamable types of pain. Part of you was glad that you couldn’t really register it all. Maybe that was a type of blessing in disguise.

Then it was quiet.

The screeching began to fade, the hoard of demobats began to collapse or retreat with what little strength they still had left. The sky cleared, just red and smokey now that the flocks of bats weren’t painting it completely black.

Then you felt the first good sensation in what felt like hours, but you knew was really only minutes. Eddie’s hand slid to the back of your head again, hiss other arm wrapping around your waist so that he could pull you up and into his lap. The determination you’d seen before was gone, but the tears were still there. There were so many more, now. There were also more cuts, more blood, more dirt.

“Hey,” his voice was shaky as he looked you over, trying to figure out what to do to get you better, to keep you with him, “hey, you’re gonna be okay.”

“Yea?” you didn’t recognize the sound of your own voice.

“Yea,” he nodded, taking his bandana off and quickly tying it over the slice on the side of your neck that was leaking more blood than he thought it should be, “Yea, you’re gonna be fine. You’ve gotta be. Otherwise,” he sniffled, trying to force a smile despite his quivering lips, “who’s gonna flip off Higgins with me at graduation, huh?”

You laughed and it turned into a cough, which made you half curl up in his lap from all the different kinds of pain it caused, every nerve ending in flames, “Right.”

His breaths were shaky, “It’s our year, right?”

“Yea,” you managed the tiniest nod.

Dustin’s winded and frantic voice cut through the tension, breathing urgency back into the situation, “Eddie, c’mon man, we need to haul ass out of here now.”

“Give me a minute!” Eddie snapped, trying to stall, trying to figure out how to save you and get you back.

“I wanna,” you reached, resting your palm against Eddie’s chest, not feeling the layers of sweat and filth, just the racing beat of his heart beneath your palm, “go somewhere nice, Eddie.”

There was a sob mixed into the breath he let out as he nodded, “Okay. Okay, yea, baby,” he shifted, getting himself upright and bracing you against him in the process, “Anywhere you want.”

You tried to move with him, but he was doing almost all the work. Even with his bad leg, the desire to get you home outweighed the physical pain he was in. You were practically dead weight against his side as he began to make his way back towards the trailer. Dustin materialized on the other side, offering what little help he could. You didn’t see the worried look in the kid’s eyes, but Eddie did, and he chose to ignore it to save what little shred of optimism he had left.

“The beach?” your head dropped against Eddie’s shoulder as you stumbled along between them.

The only clean parts of his face were where his tears had washed away the grime. He nodded, wanting to look at you but also feeling his heart stop each time he did, “We can go to the beach. I’ll, I’ll,” he stammered as he tried to cling to his last shred of composure, “I’ll take you to the beach. We can live at the fucking beach if you want,” he looked over at you, your hazy eyes breaking his heart, “But you gotta stay with me. Hey!” he raised his voice when your eyes started to flutter shut, “You stay with me, okay? Stay with me, and I’ll take you places so nice, you’ll forget about all this bullshit, alright?”

“Alright,” your voice was just above a whisper.

When you were back in the trailer, Eddie and Dustin were worriedly looking back and forth between you and the makeshift rope tethering the two worlds together. There was no way they would leave you behind, but they didn’t know the best way to get you home, either.

“Eddie…” Dustin shook his head, unable to think of the best course of action.

“I know!” he sucked in a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I know. Why don’t,” he ran his hands back through his hair, “You go, alright? You go and get on that side, and we’ll just have to work together on this.”

Dustin didn’t know what that was going to look like, but he wasn’t going to be the one to tell Eddie no, either. Without another word, he started to scramble up the rope, soon enough dropping rather ungracefully onto the mattress inside the real Eddie’s trailer. Once Dustin gave him the thumbs-up, Eddie went about trying to strategize how he was going to get you back home safely.

It wasn’t easy, or pretty. You were fading in and out so much that you didn’t really have a good idea of how they managed to get you out of the Upside Down. You were fighting to keep your eyes open and losing. You felt Eddie’s warmth, though, as he maneuvered you. You also felt the way your body thudded against the mattress when the two of you fell back to the other side.

You couldn’t really keep your eyes open anymore, though. You felt so tired, a more intense exhaustion than you’d ever felt in your whole life. You just wanted to sleep.

“Hey,” Eddie’s voice was bordering on frantic as he tried to keep it together, “Hey, look! Look! We’re home. You’re home. Back in the real world,” he tried to sit you somewhat upright in the hopes that it’d get you to open your eyes, “Baby, we’re back. You’re gonna be okay,” he kissed the side of your head, lips remaining there as he spoke, “Stay with me, okay? I love you, stay with me.”

You could hear Dustin’s voice muffled in the background, using the walkie to try and get help, trying to call someone on the phone in the trailer, whatever he could do. He was running out the door to ask other people in the trailer park for help but all you had the energy to do was open your eyes to get another look at Eddie, who had never looked so broken.

“I love you,” you reached and placed your hand over his on the side of your face.

“I love you too,” he nodded, hands trembling against your skin, “You’re going to be fine. We’re home. You’re going to be alright.”

“You’re gonna,” you managed a weak smile, “take me somewhere nice?”

“Of course,” his heart crumpled in his chest at the tiny squeeze you gave his hand, what little strength you could muster went into the gesture, “I’ll take you anywhere, everywhere. I promise.”

The pain felt a little less, now, but you felt cold. Still, you tried to pry your eyes open just a little farther, wanting to get a better look at the man sitting with you, “I can’t wait, Eddie.”

He opened his mouth to respond when your eyes drifted shut. Your hand slipped off of his, arm falling limp by your side. Tears cascaded down Eddie’s face, falling from his cheeks onto yours. He shook his head, shaking you by your shoulders in a vain attempt to wake you up. Your name fell from his lips in sobs as he begged for you to come back.

You didn’t, though. He clung to you, crying, screaming, falling apart as he clutched you tight, but none of it mattered. He pressed you tight to him, not caring about the blood seeping from your body into his clothes. He didn’t even notice Dustin bursting back into the trailer, drawn back by the sounds of Eddie’s anguish. It only took one look at the scene to know what had happened. He didn’t know what to do or say, so he didn’t. He collapsed on the mattress next to Eddie, offering company in the midst of the pain, not able to offer anything else.

Eddie wished that if he held you just a little bit longer, just a little bit tighter, that maybe you’d come back. If he whispered your name, said the right words, maybe you’d hear him and you’d come back. He tried. Calloused fingers delicately tracing over your cheeks and bloody knuckles, wishing he could heal all the broken parts of you, but he couldn’t. The weight of you in his lap was nothing compared to the heaviness in his chest, the ache he felt so deep in his bones. He hoped that you were somewhere nice. He wished that he was there with you. But he wasn’t. He was alone. And everything hurt.

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

→let her in elijah m x f!reader

recreation of that one scene in 1x22 iykyk prompt : Elijah and you had an unofficial love thing, you both loved each other but never acted upon it until recent years. After a fight with Niklaus, you go out on a killing spree unbeknownst to you a hybrid was among the group you were killing and had killed you instead, after being chased you were later found by Nik. warnings : heartbreak idk nothing really Niklaus found her body in the bayou, the woman he calls sister, the woman his brother calls queen, lying lifeless in the middle of the ground her body sprawled out like a massacre. The hybrid king looked down devasted falling to his knees running the back of his hand around her desiccated, cold, hard cheek. Words could not express his thoughts, his anger. The thought of his older brother killing all of his kind just to find the person who did this to his love, all Niklaus could do was yell in anger, in sadness. If only he had listened to her ideas instead of pushing her away, releasing her anger henceforth her death. He picked up her lifeless body, the crescent pack surrounding him as he walks away with her body. Nik couldn't help but feel all the blame on him, someone he had mentored and cared for had now fallen dead by one of his own creations. His brother would never forgive him for such a heinous act. Elijah's words repeat in Niklaus's mind thinking of what to say as he brings her home 'if you release hybrids, Niklaus this world is in danger, my world, she, will be in danger and I can't protect her from everything' if only he had listened, if only he hadn't of let his greedy power-hungry mind control him, maybe she would still be here. Driving home was nothing but emotional for the Original Hybrid, hoping that somehow she would be resurrected, hoping her powers would help her overcome what had happened and that he'd hear her reassuring voice once more. Although he had loved another romantically, she was his platonic love, a love he could only feel in a family-friendly way, a love that wasn't sexual nor romantic especially since she had loved another, the other that he called brother. The car slowed down, wiping the tears on his face Niklaus exits the car. Elijah runs out to see Niklaus' distraught manner, Rebekah and Hayley walking out holding Hope's hand and Niklaus looks down "I'm so sorry brother" was all he could say, he felt it even more now than before. The guilt, the regret, the sadness. Elijah runs to the back of the car, opening the car door to see what was once his lover and his best friend covered in blood. Her left arm dismembered from her body with claw marks on her shoulder, she had been mauled by a monster. The noble brother falls to his knees, if only he had been there, if only he hadn't let her go the night before maybe just maybe she would still be alive in his arms right now. Hayley picks up Hope as they walk back to the compound, Niklaus places his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Brother" Niklaus whispered clearing his throat, Elijah stood up pulling his lover's body out of the car turning towards Rebekah who had covered her mouth with her hand, tears covering her face, it felt as though she had been stripped of another family member. Elijah walked her body to what was once a bedroom he had shared with her, placing her down on the bed sitting down next to her, words couldn't explain anything right now. Words could not explain the fact he wanted to kill every hybrid, kill every vampire or every wolf maybe every being, he wanted them gone and he'd do it, if it meant he got her back he'd do it a million times over but he knows it wouldn't work. Rebekah leaves the room crying, racing back to her room hoping her niece wouldn't notice but her niece was no fool. She felt the loss of magic in the family from the moment her aunt was killed, a surge of power had flown through veins and to Hope it only meant one thing, but she did not tell anyone she didn't want them to know that she knew. Niklaus stands alongside Elijah, both guilt-ridden and devasted of their recent loss "you took her from me" the older brother says "if you had just listened to me when I had spoken of your new creatures, Niklaus if you gave me time to adjust to them maybe she would still have time" Elijah points at his brother, his brother looks down accepting it all. "We will get revenge brother" Niklaus says "No Niklaus, I do not want revenge, I do not want to kill I just want her back don't you understand brother" the sadness in his body had changed to anger, not pure anger. It was a mix. "I do-" "Do you understand Niklaus? I, let this person in. I let her in" Elijah had looked down "I don't let people in" his voice broke as he pointed towards his brother "you knew this, you've taken her from me" his finger connected to the chest of his brother, in spite of all his criminal acts, psychotic behaviour he couldn't kill Niklaus, he couldn't harm Niklaus. "I need her and you have broken me" Elijah sits back down next to the dead corpse holding her hand up to his eyes, crying into it hoping it would bring her back but knowing deep down there was nothing he could do but consecrate her in the only place she had known as home. "We will leave for Mystic Falls tonight" Elijah had stood letting go of her hand, wiping his tears off his face "we will bury her there, no witch here deserves her power" Niklaus nods in agreeance to his brother. Elijah walks out of the room towards Hayley and Hope's room, Hope runs towards her Uncle hugging him tightly rubbing his back. She could feel his sadness, she shared the same emotion. Elijah had remembered the words his recently departed had said weeks before today 'we will get married, my love but we need to clean this city for our niece, I will protect her even if it means my life' Hope had held onto a necklace her aunt had given her just a couple of days ago, the necklace wasn't expensive but it was beautiful and in the chain had a message 'to the person who has changed all our lives for the better ' "Kol would be devastated," Elijah says letting go of his niece as she runs to her mother, "Kol is devastated," the unpredictable brother says walking into the room, Elijah runs over to him, hugging his younger brother who had teary eyes "Rebekah sent a message the moment Niklaus had come back" Kol said into his older brother's neck. Kol and Elijah walk back to Elijah's room, Kol saw her body laying on the bed looking gray and cold. He walks over to her, grabbing her cold hand "you beat me to it I promised you I would go first for you" he bent forward whispering into her ear and he pulls a small box out of his pocket handing it to Elijah. Elijah looks down at the small box in his hand confused "your girlfriend and I made a bet" Kol cleared his throat "that if she had passed before I, then I would give you this box and if I had passed before her she would hand Davina this box in her top drawer" Kol scratched the back of his neck. Opening the box slowly a piece of paper fell out, inside the box was a ring. A ring perfect for his finger, he placed the ring on his finger slowly before feeling a whole lot of power in his system. He bends down to pick up the note that had fallen on the floor, he opened it and read it aloud. Dear Elijah, I'm assuming the lovely Kol has handed you this mini box meaning I have passed away. Although I am sure Kol has told you the reasoning behind why he gave It to you I'd like to explain further. A few years after turning Kol and I became really close and we told everything to each other including our darkest secrets, in the time of Kol and I's friendship there had been multiple occasions where we had skimmed the face of death himself so we made a pact. The pact was that in the event of our deaths a small box with a ring and a final note would be handed out to the person we loved the most and of course, I love you the most Elijah Mikaelson. This ring not only belongs to my love but holds my powers, but Kol's ring holds all his secrets and his Original Vampire powers meant for Davina when the time came. Every single part of my witchiness now belongs to you, Kol will help you with spells and such but if you wish to no longer own this ring. Store it. Hide it away until you find a next of kin to hand it over to, Hope would be an option but wait until she can control all the power she currently has. Just know my love, that I will forever be by your side protecting you, Niklaus, Hope, Hayley, Rebekah and Kol. Literally, I will be your guardian heretic but with this ring, you will hold more power than anyone known to well anyone you will be 10x more powerful than me. This basically a proposal from the grave, since I assume we aren't married but no matter. In saying that I want you to move on with life, meet someone new, marry someone, become human hell even let someone else in but go and don't turn back. I love you Elijah Mikaelson, forever and always. -The person you let in

[thisisparnianagain]

Okay update I read it😭 I have a bad headache and I'm sleepy and anon decided to add heartbreak to my night too. Thanks a lot

Guys you do not know how much I want Fyodor dead

You do not. know

Like if the flirting was some lighthearted stuff like with Sigma and Dazai's dance I would've laughed but dude I

I just watched Atsushi absolutely break. All his character development and progress, all gone. And it's not out of nowhere I see the vision. It all built up, from Atsushi being separated from Dazai first of all, because he was his mentor and main guide, and then he was separated from the ada adding to his anxiety. And then one by one, the character deaths, all in front of his eyes.

I don't blame him that he ended up straight up crying and BEGGING fyorat to spare the others, like he can't think straight. He already surrendered to death a few chapters ago, we got ourselves a suicidal basically, at the end of his rope- no pun intended.

Fyodor absolutely INFURIATED me this chapter. Like gave Atsushi false hope and then quite literally crushed his heart with the 4 dimensional guy, I can't remember- and then the flirting and wanting "companionship" and asking Atsushi to be his "other half" like DUDE GET SOMEONE YOUR OWN AGE, DATE A FOSSIL.

UGH. MY FUCKING FUCKING HEART. You can't just toss him to the ground like he's nothing😭😭😭 And I know I'm biased but I don't like Akutagawa showing up like this all the time, saving Atsushi like he's some damsel in distress. Not that he's not, I'm just pissed that it's Akutagawa. Gotta hate that guy for no reason.

SOMEONE TAKE ATSUSHI TO THE BEACH EPISODE???

I hope he stops humiliating himself soon, fucking idiot

Anyway hated the chapter. Loved the plot, hated everything else. The bookmark bit was actually very interesting, like what does that imply?

A bookmark highlights important information in a book, shows important pages, or shows you where you 'left off', so maybe Atsushi's existence has something to do with the timeline. Idk I'm just rambling I'm too tired

Oh and the fact that Fyodor needs Atsushi from the neck up was weird and I'm curious where it goes. In the plot, not actually happening

What else? fuck Fyodor, Asagiri have mercy

I don't know what i expected from this chapter but Fyodor flirting with Atsushi was NOT IT 😂😂😭😭. ( I NEEEEED YOUR REACTION ON THIS). Dazais going to be pissed.

YO WHAT IS GOING ON IN BUNGOU STRAY DOGS RIGHT NOW?????????????