#major character revival

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks]

Some truly amazing writers have been churning out Trephacard revival fics lately that I had to get in on the action and draw something.

[exc1table-punk]

Silvered Soul chapter 2

Summery:"Unfortunately for Rosalee Silver Soul, information broker and clairvoyant, years ago she had drawn the bats attention, and knowing them as much as she does (which is quite a lot seeing as she has regularly spoken to Martha and Thomas since before their untimely demise(they were her favorite customers)) she should have known that getting this involved in her cities local cryptids would get her in deep trouble."

Chapter summery: "flashback time! we learn some things about Silvers past, and finally meet some ghosts, and learn how Silver became clairvoyant in the first place.

"Years ago when her business was still relatively new, Silver had been selling information on the Mob to the Waynes. They paid well, and the info was relatively easy to obtain, given her level of skill. She was careful while obtaining it, yet despite this, Carmine Falcone still discovered someone was ratting them out.""

Spoilers under the cut

scene 2 "I just got shot and your asking if I'm alright!?"

Paper version

[anxious-lavender]

I'm utterly shocked and I'm going through the 5 stages of grief (I'm currently in denial), but I suddenly remembered this screenshot I had in my gallery from a month ago and OH MY GOD...

This did NOT age well

[chris-in-the-headlights]

Ok but why in the nine circles of Hell would you do this to me

Check it out, if not because it’s a masterpiece, do it for me. Does anyone want to be traumatised together with me?

@star-lights-up will we be getting a second part? Cause at this point I would kill for it.

[lyricalporcupine]

Harding/Taash prompt from @taashyvashedan

You can find the injury prompt list HERE, made by @promptsbytaurie

And this story has been posted to AO3!

Story beneath the cut!

Harding regained consciousness slowly. People were speaking around her, but she couldn’t make out the words. They were muffled, as if her head was underwater. She was able to discern the severity of the conversation, and it sounded bad.

She was also able to discern her stomach hurt like a mother fucker, sharp pain shootingnup and down her body from two places near her stomach and she let out a low groan.

All talking stopped and silence filled the room.

“Shit.” Was that Bellara?

“She’s awake.” Emmrich?

Hands, warm, rough, and familiar, gently grasped one of her own. “Lace?”

Taash.

Despite the headache, Harding forced her eyes to open. That was a mistake. Even in the dim room (Taash’s room?) and the red hue of the eclipse, Harding’s eyes ached and she slammed them

shut with another low groan. “What happened?” she finally managed. Her throat stuck with the words and when she swallowed, she tasted copper.

There was a shuffling, and after a moment one of Taash’s hands left hers. A moment later, she felt dampness on her lips.

“Drink, Lace,” Taash said softly. “Please.”

Harding licked her chapped lips and tried to raise her head but whimpered in pain before settling back into the mattress. A gentle hand, one smelling of tobacco, gently cupped the back of her head to help steady her.

Neve.

Harding kicked her lips again and peeked her eyes open just enough to see Taash holding a cup to her lips. She parted them and a trickle of cold washed down the back of her throat.

It was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

After taking a few sips, Neve gently laid Hardings head back into the pillow. A second later, both of Taash’s hands were holding hers again.

“What happened?” Harding asked again.

Silence. Then—

“You died,” Emmrich said softly. “Twice.”

“We didn’t think we were going to get you back that second time,” Bellara added just as quietly.

Taash’s hands held hers more tightly, almost painfully so.

“And Ghilan’nain?” Harding asked.

“Dead,” Lucanis said, proud.

Harding smiled, despite the pain. Then her joy faltered. There was one voice she hadn’t heard. “Where’s Rook?”

“Gone,” replied Davrin. She heard Assan squawk sadly. “Trapped in the Fade.”

Harding’s eyes opened, and she squinted at Davrin. “Trapped?”

“Yes,” replied Emmrich. “And Solas is free. He managed to swap their places.”

“We’ve been trying to find her,” said Bellara. “But it’s been two weeks. The Fade is a big place.”

Harding’s brows raised. “…two weeks?”

Neve cleared her throat. “Why don’t we let Harding rest? She’s been through a lot and needs rest.”

“Ah, yes. That’s a good idea,” Emmrich agreed. “Taash? You’ll of course stay as this is your room, correct?”

Harding turned toward Taash, still sitting by her hip and holding her hand. Taash’s gaze was intense and Harding is sure they never took their eyes off her after sitting down.

Taash gave a small grunt in reply.

“Excellent,” Emmrich said. “Please come fetch me if Harding needs attention. All right?”

Another short grunt in response.

Everyone shuffled out the door. Neve was the last to leave, gently running the back of her knuckles along Harding’s scarred cheek with a soft smile. She didn’t say anything before turning to leave with the others, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Harding watched them go before turning to look up at Taash. “Hey, Legs,” she said with a smile, trying to keep the conversation light.

Taash’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. They often looked mad on a good day. Harding knew that this wasn’t a good day.

“Taash—“ Harding began, but was swiftly cut off.

“You died,” Taash said softly. Their voice was even and that scared Harding. “You left and I didn’t get a chance to… We didn’t—”

Their breathing grew heavier and heavier and despite her vision being not the best currently, Harding could tell Taash’s eyes were shiny with tears.

Taash cleared their throat. “You left before I could say—“

“Hey,” Harding said softly. Despite the severe pain it caused, she pulled her hands from Taash’s and reached for them and gently tugged at their arms. “C’mere.”

Taash’s expression crumpled and they let Harding pull them forward. They buried their face in Harding’s chest and after a few hitching breaths began sobbing.

Harding felt their hands fisting the sheets on either side of her ribs. She cradled their head close and pressed kisses to their hair and horns. “I’m here,” she whispered. “I’m okay. I’m he—“

“But you weren’t,” Taash snarled through their crying. “You were gone and I didn’t think you were coming back.” They growled, pushing their face harder into Harding’s chest.

Harding flinched at the pain, but she didn't push Taash away. She couldn’t. “But I did,” Harding insisted. “I’m here.”

Taash sobbed harder. They released the sheets and wrapped their arms around Harding instead. After a long moment, Taash lifted their face and rested their chin on Harding’s chest. Though their eyes were open, Harding knew Taash wasn’t seeing her.

She brushed her hands gently across Taash’s face, wiping away their tears. “I’m here,” she said again, quietly.

“You fell,” Taash whispered. “Into a blight pit. I didn’t think I’d find you.”

“But you did,” said Harding. She tried for levity. “See? Your sense of smell was finally good for something.”

Taash chuffed despite themselves. “Dumbass,” they said, trying to hide their smile in Harding’s chest. Harding giggled, and after a moment, Taash looked up at her, expression once again serious. “Don’t do that. Ever again.”

Harding huffed and tucked a lock of hair behind Taash’s ear. “I’ll try.”

[uwu-berryfaerie]

So I went to the updated wacky watch website and here’s are some screenshots that really got me

[acim-ed-ortsac]

the Devil doesn’t bargain

Reader and Proud Immortal Demon Way

You were naive.

Died by the hands of a speeding car, you reincarnated into the world SVSSS…or PIDW you’re assuming since you found yourself becoming a slave with Shen Jiu and Yue  Qi, with your slave number being Ba for eight. The slavers found you when you were a toddler, bringing you to where the other slave children were. There, you were raised alongside Shen Jiu and Yue Qi. You were quite happy because Shen Jiu was your favorite character, despite not being there in the three books. 

He was human with many layers and sides. You didn’t see an evil scumbag or a bitter slave that became a Peak Lord, but rather a child that was molded by society’s cruelty. Having taken psychology, you knew the Nature vs Nurture theory and evidence of it. And it’s clear that Shen Jiu is the product of Nurture rather than Nature.

You three were inseparable, becoming the dusk of Qi-ge’s light and A-jiu’s night. You had no hesitation to steal if it meant that your friends would be fed. A-Jiu would scold you while Qi-he would fuss over you, checking for wounds. It was then you swore you would change their fates from the original plot.

Even when you three were sent to the Qiu Household and Qi-ge ran away with the promise of returning, you stayed with A-Jiu to share his suffering. You became a friend and kindred spirit. 

Even when you burned the Qiu’s house, except for Qiu Haitang, the women and the children. You held A-jiu’s hand all this time, smiling at him. Shen Jiu asked, “Will you not leave me?”

And you only graced him with a smile while saying, “I’ll be with you, A-Jiu. Whether fire, water, or air. Through light and darkness, I’ll be with you. And if you die, I’ll burn the world that has wronged you.”

You watched his eyes tear up as determination roared in your chest, prepared to change his fate.

30 years later…

A-jiu’s dead.

You stared emotionlessly at the corpse of Shen Jiu, now Shen Qingqiu, who’s now a bound corpse in the middle of the Huanhua palace room where his trial was. Cultivators, especially the ones from the great four sects were either celebrating his death and those angered that he got out too quickly before he could be replayed tenfold.

You walked towards the corpse, ignoring any voice that spoke your way, they were irrelevant. You took A-Jiu in your arms, his cold body against your warm and alive one as you embraced him. You nosed into the crook of his neck as anger began to bubble like a pot of water on a stove. Shaking, you hold him tightly as you grit your teeth.

“What are they doing!?”

“A friend?”

“As if that scum has any friends!”

The last line broke any restraint as you screamed into the ceiling with unbridled anger, letting out the demon that resided in you unleashed.

BENDY!

The ink demon was delighted to be out.

A shrilling screech followed by a guttural roar resounded throughout the room before black inky tentacles shot out of you and latched themselves onto everyone within the sect building. No one could escape, even as they resisted and struggled, it was fruitless as the tentacles latched onto their heads, rendering them still and vulnerable.

As you fed them the memories of Shen Jiu, letting them watch the nightmare you and he went through, you began singing. Call you mad in grief and sorrow, it’s the last piece of sanity you could entertain before actually going mad with anger, grief, and sorrow.

Before you destroyed Jianghu.

The lyrics left your lips before you even noticed, broken with incoming sobs.

 “ The moon will sing a song for me,

I loved you like the sun

Bore the shadows that you made

With no light of my own

I shine with only the light you gave me…

I shine with only the light you gave me…”

The voices from the puddles join in with your singing, comforting your loss. Tears fell like a waterfall from your eyes, only to be wiped by a grotesque and deformed hand. The hand itself was barely covered by a glove, which only protected the palm and not the three fingers it had. A deep and guttural voice spoke beside you, near your ear. “Angry, little human?”

You looked back at Bendy, whose human teeth were stretched into an inhumanely wide smile, his horns curved back, and his body disfigured and disproportionate. He looms over you, towers even, but you feel no fear.

“So much,” you replied as the tentacles slowly retreated back onto Bendy, you came out of your back. One by one, the cultivators in the room regain awareness of their surroundings, pale with horror and realization. You glanced at Luo Binghe, who at one point had sympathized with him and loved him, who looked at you with new realization, paleness, and something unreadable.

You moved on to the Cang Qiong sect, where the peak lords are white as a sheet as they realize what they had done to your misunderstood friend.

Qiu Haitang, whom you glared with disgust, trembled. “No…it can’t be..my brother—“

“Was a lecherous, greedy, scum bastard,” you spat out the words like acid. “Qiu Janlou,”’ you said the name like it was a bitter delicacy. “That’s what he was. And you were too blind to see it, stupid princess.”

“I thought you were lying!” She cried, so into her head at the revelation and revealed that she didn’t notice you walking towards her. It wasn’t only till you gripped her head with your fingers, squishing her cheeks painfully while digging your nails. “Do you also wanna know?” You said loudly for all of them to hear. “Your brother lusted after you! That man was not only a lecher but also an incestuous mutt! A pathetic human being so low to even live!”

Before the girl could say anything, you slapped her, nails scratching her cheek. “You spoiled,” another slap “coddled, “and another “weak mistress!” A final slap sent her to the ground, her pretty face marred with scars from your nails.

You flicked the blood of your nails, sneering in disgust. Her sobs didn’t deserve any sympathy from you.

You then looked at the Old Palace master, a smile so vile with anger that he would've melted on the spot. “And all you pathetic cultivators talk about scum, you  aren’t aware that a certain scum hides amongst you!”

They all turn to the Old Palace Master, who tries and fails to put up a kind facade. “What evidence do you have—“

“Oh, we’re really going that route?” You smiled with teeth, Bendy as the Ink Demon laughed behind you. “How about we ask Tianlang-Jun that!”

At your words, demonic qi filled the room as the said demon lord entered with casual swag, Zhuzhi-lang by his side. They gasped at his appearance, disbelief, and anger as they tried to make sense of this.

Tianlang-Jun, for his part, smiles casually yet his eyes hold malicious anger. “My, it has been quite a while since I’ve seen some familiar faces,” his eyes immediately went to the Old Palace Master. “Especially you.”

“How!?” The old man cried, speaking the question everyone had in mind.

With dramatic flair, you looked at Luo Binghe. “Luo Binghe, I would like to introduce to you Tianlang-Jun, your father. Who loved your mother, Su Xiyan, with all of his heart. Unfortunately, her Shizun was obsessed with her and out of jealousy, lied to the whole cultivation world to get rid of Tianlang-Jun. Who poisoned Su Xiyan to kill the baby who is now known as Luo Binghe.”

Meeting the said young man’s eyes, you then stated. “And the reason why you became an orphan.”

You ignored the hitched breath as you looked at the cultivators gathered, “Pathetic cultivators, young and old, I have come to announce the destruction of Jianghu!”

Expectedly, this outraged everyone excluding the two demons and you. Yue Qi looked at you pleadingly, trying to negotiate or settle this peacefully, but you snapped your head at him with fierce eyes. “Don’t talk to me so familiarly, Zhangmen-shixiong.” You said mockingly, outraging his shidis and disciples in his sect. “He was your brother, your friend! And yet you sided with the majority when it came to rumors and accusations! Didn’t I tell you to stay by his side, to give the benefit of the doubt to these rumors!? Are my visits a waste of time if this is the result!?” You groused, fingers elongating and scales fluttering on your cheek. “What a poor brother you have been to A-Jiu, you pathetic excuse of a brother!”

With a snap of your fingers, shards of glass hurriedly gathered into the air to form a single shard. The reflection then changed to the entirety of the Central Plains, whose faces were horrified and angry. You laughed, “People of the human realm, do you judge these cultivators as unworthy protectors of you all!?”

“Yes!” The people in the shard answer.

“What’s going on…” a cultivator asked, losing sense of reality.

“They know?!”

“The common people were watching the whole time!?”

“Stop them!” The Little Palace mistress shrieked, outraged that not only her father was slandered but soon their reputation would be destroyed.

“Silence!” You growled at her. “You have your answer from the people,”

Deciding enough was enough, you looked up at the sky with arms raised at your sides. “You celebrate his death, I’ll only celebrate…”

“When your ashes fall.”

From there, like a broken dam, demons poured into the building with glee.

Years later…

The story of the ruler of the Human realm spread for millennia. The story of how they overthrew the Emperor and his courts, how they exposed the truth of the cultivator world and brought it down to rebuild it back up. The story of how the Ruler of the Human realm soon merged and traded with the Demon Realm’s Emperor, Tianlang-Jun, who had been wronged by the cultivators.

In return for freeing him, Tianlang-Jun handed his only blood son to them as payment for their loss of a friend.

Some may pity the half-blood, but others would say that he got what he deserved for being blinded by hate and anger.

There were stories of the Qing Jing peak lord, Shen Qingqiu, who was abused at youth, and climbed to the top to have security, only to be gifted with accusations and a trial by the cultivators he adored. 

There were songs about the tragedy of the two friends, the death of Shen Jiu, and the loss of the Ruler.

Demons and humans soon assimilated into each other, and racism between them soon became little as they understood one another. Cultivators soon became not demon eradications but rather equal to demons when it comes to fighting. The ruler of the Human realm does not tolerate racism, nor do they tolerate slavery, leading to the abolishment of slavery and giving the homeless a place of food and shelter while giving children a chance to learn and adults a chance to earn.

Yet, despite the good they have achieved, the ruler of the human realm soon died afterward, leaving their head disciple as heir.

The son of Tianlang-Jun, Luo Binghe, soon returned to the Demon Realm and it was whispered that he had changed while under the human ruler. There are whispers from servants that he has mellowed down and soon became hard-working yet stoic, not taking any wives or husbands nor concubines.

There were whispers of the servants from his chambers that said that when he would think he was alone, he would clutch a fan and a stuffed toy in his hands, pulling them close to his chest.

No one knew of the Ink Demon that lurks in the Human Palace, following, and tailing the Ruler. No one knows of its inky abyss that had sent rats of pathetic beings down to become one of the monstrous creations or a Lost Soul. No one knows that once the Ruler has passed, it soon lingers in the shadows of their Head disciple who took on the mantle to rule.

———-

All was dark before voices invaded your ears, stirring you to the waking world. When you woke up to clear green eyes, you weren’t surprised to find yourself back in the past with Shen Jiu. And by the looks of it, the wretched Qiu shack they put the two of you in.

You snarled internally when you looked at A-Jiu’s broken legs, “No…”

You refused to repeat the past.

Manhandling Shen Jiu on your back, you broke down the wooden wall of the shack with your body before running with Shen Jiu.

You won’t let Shen Jiu die.

You won’t let him be wronged.

You will make sure he’s raised with love.

With knowledge.

You’ll make sure he’s living happily.

Away from Cang Qiong.

Away from other cultivators.

Away from Luo Binghe.

With your knowledge of the future and the teachings that you had learned before your death, you’re sure of things.

A year ago…

The sound of screams was music to your ears, watching in glee as everything was thrown into chaos. Bendy having his fun with tearing apart any foolish cultivator that tried to go up against you. You watched as those who had wronged your friend were thrown to the ground before being branded as property for the demons to claim.

That was your end of the deal, offering any cultivator in the designated place that catches the eyes of the demons helping you.

You clapped with manic joy as you watched the Little Palace Mistress wail at the hot brand being burned on her skin by a large demon, who looked at her with leering eyes. Was this wrong? Morally, yes. But then again, it was an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Hammurabi's code historically. You did say to A-Jiu that you will burn the world that wronged him to the ground, and you’re about to do that.

You in your madness of rage, glee, and vindictiveness, spun in the middle of the chaos. “Kings have honor,” your right hand flung to the side open-handed in the air “Soldiers have bravery,” your other hand reached to the other side, making you go in a wide arm stance with two of your hands up in the air as if praising the gods up above. You then brought your hands together before clasping at your chest, “And poets have heart.” You smiled even when you felt a threat going behind your back. “But all I have…” Even when they raised a sword upon you before bringing it down…

Swish! Clang!

Luo Binghe looked absolutely dashing in his demonic heritage when you stopped Xin Mo with a scythe you procured from your sleeve. You kept your smile even then, eyes wide with fury, ink dripping down your face as if you were melting.

"̵̧̛̻̦̲̮̱̻̰̱̰̰͊̊Ḭ̶̧̺̜̮͙̗̙͓̿́͊̓̏̑͐̔̍͒̉͂̈́Ṡ̶̞̣̹͓̻̣̝͚̾̎ ̵̨̨͚̤̗̓͗̐̌̉R̵̢̡̩̦̘̗̪͇̬̺̓͆̓́̀͜͠Ą̷̮͎͎͒Ğ̸̫͎̗̠͓̖͇Ę̵̧̺̹̣̫͚̹͔̞͋̂̈́̐̍̈́͐̋̚!̵̡̧̼̠͓̥͓̬̗͕̜̙̄̈́͋̈͑̒̉͆"̷̟͎͉́̒̚ ———————

Throughout the years, you’ve managed to avoid Cang Qiong and the other sects, even people that hurt you and Shen Jiu such as Wu Yanzi. (Although you killed him when you had the chance.) You taught A-Jiu everything you knew about being a cultivator, such as opening your spiritual sense and forming a golden core, and even stole some manuals that’ll help you.

You both lived out your days in a cave, which you redecorated to both of your liking. A-Jiu learned to sew robes for the two of you, the quality immaculate, as expected as the soon-to-be - now the former peak lord.

You taught him how to read and write, which garnered his suspicions. You told him the truth, how you knew the future, and how you retained your memories. At first, A-Jiu was in disbelief but soon believed you since you had knowledge that was above a slave.

You two lived happily…

Until people from the past came looking for Shen Jiu.

Ao3

[memento-morri-writes]

whump wednesday - part iii

tw / tags: concussion, blood, bleeding out, loss of consciousness character: Rook (who else?) status: canon (took place several irl months ago as part of Rook’s first “Horrible, Very Bad, No-Good Weekend”.) wordcount: 525

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Another continuation from earlier. The party has now made it back to the Winters' manor. Having lost a lot of blood since being revived (on top of his concussion), Rook is in pretty bad shape. His mentor, Sigmar, is attempting to get him to the Winters' healers.

Rook’s eyes drifted closed, the oblivion of sleep calling to him. A sharp prod at his side dragged them reluctantly back open.  “Rook, you need to stay awake. Just a little bit longer, until a healer can have a look at you.” Sigmar’s voice was serious as he half-dragged, half-carried Rook down the hall of the Winters’ manor.  Rook groaned in response. He was exhausted, and every inch of his body ached. He wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and fall headlong into unconsciousness. Sigmar prodded him again. “Tell me what happened to you. How you ended up in this state.”

Rook thought hard for a moment. How had he ended up like this? He remembered Celestia, and healing the party, and then- Oh, right. He started to explain, his words running together as he spoke. “This werewolf guy showed up. Deadringer?” Sigmar’s body tensed but he said nothing. “And he wanted Warren. Warren and Cherry, I think.” He paused, trying to remember what had happened after that. “He… he wanted to hurt them. So I told him he’d have to go through me first. And he said ‘Deal.’ and threw me across the room. I… I think one of his werebeasts killed me.” He felt rather than saw Sigmar shake his head. “I should never have left you. If I’d known she’d bring Deadringer into this… I shouldn’t have let you go off to fight someone like him without me.” Once again, Rook was surprised at the weight of the emotion in his mentor’s voice. He wanted to say It’s not your fault. Or maybe, I would have done it anyway, but his mouth wouldn’t cooperate. So instead he just rested his head on Sigmar’s shoulder. The damp chill that had come over him on the way here was getting stronger and he leaned into Sigmar’s warmth. “‘S cold,” he mumbled. Sigmar picked up the pace a bit, a worried edge creeping into his voice. “Come on, come on. Just a little further.” Rook’s eyes were heavy, and his awareness of the world was fading. He heard a door open, was vaguely aware of a brightly lit, white-painted room, of being laid down on a bed. He could hear people talking urgently, unfamiliar voices joining Sigmar’s. His muddled mind only caught fragments of their words. “Concussion… Severe… Significant blood loss… Not enough… ”  Sigmar’s raised voice cut through the fog. “Help him, damn you!” It sounded very far away, as though coming from another room. Multiple sets of hands touched his skin, and the familiar warmth of healing magic (when had being healed become familiar again?, he wondered dimly) flooded his body. The cold, clammy feeling faded away. The constant pain he had stopped registering some time ago subsided, leaving blissful neutrality in its wake. His head cleared slightly too, blurred reality coming back into focus for a brief moment. Distant voices reached his ears, borne by that momentary clarity. “It’s safe for him to sleep now. He’ll be fine after some rest.” As if his body needed no further reassurance, Rook’s mind relaxed, and within seconds he sank into a deep sleep.

[deus-ex-mona]

honeypre comments in the stream so trueeee

[exc1table-punk]

started my second ever fic and I'm committed to finishing

Fandom: batman

Summery:"Unfortunately for Rosalee Silver Soul, information broker and clairvoyant, years ago she had drawn the bats attention, and knowing them as much as she does (which is quite a lot seeing as she has regularly spoken to Martha and Thomas since before their untimely demise(they were her favorite customers)) she should have known that getting this involved in her cities local cryptids would get her in deep trouble."

Enjoy :]

[greenlaut]

old ocs 👍 (late night ramblings in the tags)

[chris-in-the-headlights]

Guys, if you’re reading this and you need a kick in the gut to throw you out of your scrolling circle, here it is

To @babybenn , I have one thing to say concerning this fic:

SCREW YOU

I LOVED IT

I CRIED FOR IT

IT FUCKING DESTROYED ME

Good job man, you should try writing more often, but please refrain from ripping my heart from my chest like that.

[spark-circuit]

catching up with cantos atm and halfway through canto 4

[roleplaylms1024]

This is my current WIP. I started it a long while ago, re-wrote the first chapter from scratch, and recently posted the second and third chapter. Help me stay motivated!

TW: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Implied Rape/Noncon, Mentions of sexual slavery.

Note: if you have a problem with OCs, or OCs with connections to Canon characters, this isn't the fic for you.

[byoldervine]

If Persephone is immortal, does she die in the book?

Oh, Persephone dies all the time

Persephone is a revival immortal, which means she can revive as often as she wants and revive after a few hours - so long as she isn’t killed by another immortal. Because of this, Persephone has grown a bit desensitised to death and pain since she’ll treat it more like an instant heal or teleportation to Nexus type of deal

I try not to be too graphic when describing it in the story, though; with the story told from Persephone’s POV I can fall back on cutting away strategically and using her desensitisation of the scenario to my advantage as she wouldn’t be that fussed by it by this point in time. Other character deaths would definitely get a different treatment, or Persephone experiencing a final death, but if it’s just a run-of-the-mill incident then I’m not going to get too graphic every single time and exhaust that emotive faucet

I’ll definitely have to do my research in future in order to ensure I can maintain an appropriate focus during the editing stage

[yandereloveraw]

Major Sams Spoilers

Eclipse is presumably dead. I'm hoping they'll revive him or have him become a ghost like Bloodmoon. I'm just going to sit in my corner and grieve. He lives on in my heart. 🧡