#non canonical character death

[yarn-dragon]

New fic! What if the final battle in arc 3 went different? What if Annie died?

[slickricklj]

Jill Valentine + Chris Redfield - When you know, you know.

Bonus:

[aaronsinferno]

Bucktommy bones this, b*mmy that, plot device this, Oliver hates that…

Nobody cares, guys. The cast and crew do their job and go home with a bag. We’re the only ones obsessing over any of this. Like what you like. Ship whoever you ship. Just know that at the end of the day Tim isn’t taking requests from @buddie7765 or @bikinley118. He. Doesn’t. Care.

What’s being said and done online between us doesn’t matter at all, babes. They’re not checking for us!!! We’re a minority compared to the show’s main audience!! And the only time they do take you into consideration is for media coverage because they know some of you are chronically online losers (semi affectionate???)

You’re surrounded by disgruntled idiots and bitter naysayers, and it’s hard to ignore their delusional rants. I know It’s exhausting, I promise you i get it, but stop allowing them to ruin your experience. Stop replying. Block them. Report them. Stop feeding the nonsense and negativity. Stop spreading their comments and remarks.

I mean, what happened to fun?? Do we not want to have fun anymore?!?

[utilitycaster]

This is coming up with Orym, and it came up with Yasha and to an extent Keyleth too (as well as many other characters; see tags). Anyway: there is never going to be a moment when those characters are not grieving. If you wait for them to stop grieving, you will wait until they themselves die - and to be clear I do not mean this in the sense of “the grieving spouse clearly seeks death so that they may be reunited”; I mean “that loss will always exist in their lives, and they will grow around it and find other joy and love, but there is no moment when the hole that person left closes and is gone.” You can interpret where those characters are in their grieving process, which is a complex and nonlinear one, and you may perhaps feel they’re not ready, but if you do, it’s worth asking yourself what “ready” would look like because it will not look like an absence of grief. More specifically to Orym, if you are rethinking this because there was a scene at Will’s grave, that’s a big part of the nonlinear aspect - how someone will speak about the death graveside, or how they may speak about it in specific places, or on anniversaries, is very different to their day-to-day experience with grief.

Which isn’t to say you can’t interpret Orym as still in, for lack of a better term, the full mourning period; I’m noting it both because it is a pattern in the fandom for characters who have lost spouses, and because within that pattern, the discussion seems to treat life after the death of a partner as a dichotomy of “grieving” and “not grieving”, in which romantic love is only possible when one is in the "not grieving" state, which is fundamentally untrue to life.

[lgbtlunaverse]

I have been thinking on the nature of mdzs as a deliberately vague text that leaves many things up to interpretation, and how i've slowly come to understand "up for interpretation" less as "there is One True version of this story i must find" and not even as " Everyone has a different One True Version of this story inside their head be based on their interpretations and the differences don't make one wrong and the other right" but as "There is no One True Version. Even in my own subjective interpretation of the text multiple things can be true at once" specifically, in regard to Jin Guangyao and the many things which are left up in the air as to whether he did them or not, most notably killing his son.

There's evidence for this, but it's non conclusuve (jgy saying he killed him while also saying he killed Qin Su, who very much killed herself. The speculations on how he'd have killed him being sect leader yao just saying shit. ) it is, esentially, just up in the air enough that if you decisively fall on one side of the debate is probably says more about you and your general opinion of jgy than it does about the "true" events of canon.

I have, as a proud apologist, always fallen on the "he didn't kill him but felt in some way responsible for his death." Side but recently have become more okay with the interpretation that maybe he DID kill him, and that at the very least, that when he tells Qin Su their son "needed to die" he is being genuine. Which, once you look at it beyond. "Is jgy a poor lil meow meow who it is Okay to Like or an irredeemable baby murderer" becomes both INCREDIBLY tragic and deeply interesting. Because here is a man condemned for who his parents were and who wants nothing more than to live, saying that it is possible to be so cursed by your heritage that you need to die. There is no existence for you. The exact same thing that has been said to him.

Of course being born out of wedlock to a sex worker and being a product of incest are different things, but that begs the question: where is the line? What crimes of the father can mean death for the son? How cursed can you be until your existence is so incompatible with society it is you who needs to give? And if there is... where is it? Qin su clearly thought she was past it. Was his son really past it? Is he?

[samanddean76]

Be Good (HozierNatural 2024)

Hozier Song: It Will Come Back

Author: SamandDean76

Beta: jdl71

Artist: i-already-know-im-going-2-hell

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 12,210

Pairing/s: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester/Rory Gilmore

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Dean Forester, Rory Gilmore, Bobby Singer, John Winchester, Barbara Forester, Lorelai Gilmore, Original Characters

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Additional Tags: Pre-Series Sam Winchester, Pre-Series Dean Winchester, Emotionally Hurt Sam Winchester, Protective Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Is Not Okay, Minor Character Death, First Time

Summary: John leaves Sam and Dean at a motel to go on a hunt. After spending a week alone, the owner calls CPS and the boys are taken into custody. The last thing Dean tells 8-year-old Sam is to ‘be good’, and once separated Sam does his best to do just that. But once Sam realizes that he won’t be going back to either John or Dean ever again, his stubborn streak kicks in and he will only answer to the name Dean. Sam gets adopted by the Foresters, who move to Chicago and then Stars Hollow. Where he meets Rory Gilmore.

Dean is left to rot in the system, after being deemed too violent, and eventually ages out. He tries to find Sam but fails as Sam Winchester no longer exists. Dean seeks out Bobby, and ends up moving in with the hunter, working as a mechanic in between searching for Sam.

A lucky break results in Dean finding a small-town newspaper that features the MVP of the Stars Hollow High School hockey team, who bears a striking resemblance to Sam. Dean heads out to Connecticut and finds Sam, safe and sound, but thoroughly humiliated by his crush. Before they leave, they seek the revenge that soothes Sam’s soul. And leaves Dean wondering what the hell happened to the innocent little boy he used to know.

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I would like to give a great big thank you to @i-already-know-im-going-2-hell for creating such amazing art for the story! It was a real treat to be able to work with them! And thanks to jdl71 for being an awesome beta! I also want to thank the mods who ran the @hoziernaturalevents bang this year! They kept everything in order and made a warm and welcoming atmosphere for everyone to enjoy!

[divinemissem13]

In case anyone was wondering what goes through my head on a 5 hour solo road trip, apparently it's stuff like this. 🤷‍♀️

Fritz had always been the one who wanted kids, and that’s what made this an especially cruel twist of fate now. It was also why Brenda knew that if her suspicions were correct, she was going to keep it. She was never made to be a mother. Too selfish, too callous, too emotionally stunted. The last time she thought she might be pregnant it turned out to be the harbinger of some major health issues and a part of her almost wished for that to be the case again. But then there was that (tiny, miniscule) part of her that wished she actually were pregnant this time because then she’d have a little piece of Fritzi to keep with her for the rest of her life. Although how she’d ever do this without him, she had no idea.

[destroyerofnations92]

Chapter two of the girl in the green dress was posted on my Patreon. If you like Team Black and/or Daemyra stories, go take a look! There is a one-week free trial for all prospective patrons.

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Why would Alicent do this? What did she have to gain by purposely arriving late to his daughter’s betrothal feast? Making matters even worse, she wore that blasted green gown despite the seamstresses having crafted her a nigh-invaluable dress in the colours of House Targaryen on Viserys’ command—to show the Kingdoms they stood united as a House and as a dynasty, as the king had informed his lady wife the supper after it was delivered to her.

By wearing her family’s colours, his consort had openly declared allegiance to her father’s house over her husband’s—a grave insult on its own. Making matters even worse was the colour. King Viserys prayed that none might take this as a declaration of war upon Rhaenyra—even if Alicent might have meant it as such. After all, green is what the beacon burned when the Hightower called its banners to war.

Viserys could not understand where Alicent got the audacity to do such a thing, nor why. Unlike her banished father, his lady wife had never felt the need to try and advance her son’s position. Where Otto had tried to convince him multiple times that for the good of the realm Aegon should be named heir, his queen consort had always kept quiet. While she did not oppose her father’s words, she did not openly support them either. This was an abrupt escalation and it baffled the king.

The king’s eyes flitted around the throne room as his consort painstakingly slowly made her way toward the high table, where the Targaryens and Velaryons sat. Many seemed displeased with her actions—giving Viserys a tentative measure of peace—though others seemed amused or downright pleased.

The Lannister blowhard was smirking widely, no doubt still insulted that he was not chosen as Rhaenyra’s consort and at the king’s harsh dressing down of him at Aegon’s second name day celebrations. The Hightower contingent was the most pleased with their scion’s loud and unsubtle signal. Alicent had allowed herself to be turned into a symbol of her father’s ambitions and her familial house’s greed. Viserys understood now why Lord Hobert and his kin wore green that eve, despite it not being their house colours—his queen had conspired with her Hightower kin behind his back.

Viserys was pleased to see that both the Vale and the North were properly annoyed at the display. As was his great-uncle, who was looking at his wife as if she was vermin. The king could not proclaim to have ever had a close relationship with Lord Boremund Baratheon, his father and then Viserys becoming heir had made that nigh impossible for Rhaenys was his niece—born of his beloved sister’s womb. Nonetheless, he had remained a loyal vassal, and as such it gladdened Viserys that House Baratheon would continue that tradition.

The high table was silent—none dared to speak. Rhaenyra seemed to be in shock at Alicent’s inexplicable actions, while the Velaryons were outright insulted. It was the sudden screeching of a chair and its harsh banging on the floor as it was thrown back that had many tear their gazes away from the queen consort, who had paused at the violent sound, and turned it to the high table.

Predictably it was Daemon who had decided to make a ruckus, though the rage upon his face was something Viserys had never witnessed before. The Rogue Prince swiftly marched toward the king, bypassing the Hand and the empty chair of the freshly arrived queen, and grabbed Viserys by the upper arm, jostling him around, “What are you going to do about this mockery aimed at your daughter?”

Though Daemon whispered, to Viserys it felt like a shout. The king was unable to answer, instead merely stuttering an insufficient reply, “I… I don’t,” Viserys furrowed his brows in confusion. No full sentence seemed willing to be spoken. It was almost as if all reason or thought had left him in the face of his brother’s fiery rage.

“Either you intervene or I shall. Your Andal whore has spat upon your heir, humiliating her for all to see! At her wedding no less!” Daemon whispered-hissed in his ear whilst still painfully gripping his arm, “You must ensure none see her little rebellion as viable.”

Viserys wished to protest but mayhaps for the first time in his life, he was frightened of his brother and loudly winced at the pain he was inflicting upon him—Daemon had never physically harmed him before.

When the king did nought, his brother let out the harshest and most guttural noise of disgust before harshly pushing him down in his chair, “You are so pathetically weak. Making you king was the gravest error I ever made, for the insult I levied onto the Gods that day by raising up a toothless dragon is unforgivable.”

Slouched in his chair, the fifth Lord of the Seven Kingdoms watched from his throne chair as his brother marched down the dais toward Queen Alicent. Though all stood, as etiquette and tradition dictated, none seemed willing to intervene and stop the enraged dragon from approaching their queen consort.

It did not take long before he arrived where Alicent stood frozen, staring at the feral dragon with wide eyes, and with an open-handed smack to her face, Daemon dropped her to the ground.

[player-tag]

i just watched the amazing digital circus and if i see anyone drawing jax as a white twink i will fucking go insane and kill everyone 😍

[winged-wolf-s-collection-of-arts]

Fuck off fuck off fuck offfuckofffuckofffffffffff

[crispynewtss]

new talk some sense to me chapter link in this ugly format because tumblr

*offers this wet-paper-towel-of-a-chapter with shaking hands* pl…s… acce…pt?

[sasukimimochi]

🌕🪼💦- @yuzanrath (full moon, jellyfish, tears) angst

Travelerji/Merxian AU (The Night We Met) - See the first 9 prompts here.

YUZAN’S BIRTHDAY IS TODAY WISH EM HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN REPLIES ❤❤❤ This is the last mermay prompt officially but i'm going to do one more after this so we don't leave the mermay stuff on a sad note. please leave a suggestion on this post and i'll write something after i make a choice on which one i like the most! Make it sweet though so we all can have a nice soft note to finish these prompts on ❤✨😊

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The Night We Met - Deadly Bloom

(Not Canon, don't panic)

Wei Wuxian was drifting happily through the ocean, occasionally slapping his tail to make sure he stayed upright while he bathed in the moonlight bouncing off the waves. 

Lan Wangji was still in the shallow water on the beach, gathering little trinkets as always. He looked up and smiled subtly, always admiring him from afar. He however freezes when he sees many odd shapes in the water from afar, furrowing his bow with worry. “Wei Ying, Maybe you should come to shore! It’s dark anyway, who knows what’s out there right now.”

“Hm?” Wei Wuxian turned his body and got himself upright, only to feel a surge of pain scatter on the right side of his tail. “Ah!” He quickly swam away to shore, grimacing as he clumsily crawled over the sand. Oh, this pain was unreal. Pearls were spilling from his eyelids with little plinks and plops, and he suddenly felt like trembling.

Lan Wangji hesitated visibly, but quickly helped the other sit up properly so he could take a look once he was sure he hadn’t been bitten. He furrowed his brows upon seeing the erratic marks marring his companion’s tail, a dread already making a home in his chest. “W-what happened?”

“I got…I got stung.” Wei Wuxian waved a hand, swallowing with difficulty as he felt nausea already hitting him. “Shit.” His hand trembled as it covered his mouth, trying to keep a reign on the pain. “D-Don’t go back in the water.”

“What’s happening? Are you going to be okay?” Lan Wangji’s eyes flit over the other’s pale complexion, holding his other free hand that the merman tightened over his firmly from the intense pain radiating up his body.

“L-Lan Zhan…I…” Wei Wuxian shuddered and curled up slightly against his arms, desperate for the pain to stop to the point where he felt he couldn’t think straight anymore. He felt so dizzy, and his chest hurt. “S…Stay out of the water.” All he could think of to do was repeat his warning and cry, while Lan Wangji held onto the other with worry and wide eyes.

“Y-you only got a small wound…you’re okay, right? It…it’s just…” Lan Wangji’s breath picked up, watching as the other started to gasp and have trouble keeping his eyes open. “W-Wei Ying, tell me what to do…tell me what to do!”

But there was nothing he could do.

Wei Wuxian realized as he started to lose the ability to fight, that whatever had stung him was going to take his life.

He was going to die, and neither of them knew how to stop it.

“L-...Lan Zh-Zhan….” He attempted to hold the other’s face, and it was a bit difficult, but the traveler helped him get there by guiding his trembling hand.

And then he kissed him, clumsily, and briefly- all too quickly- and his breathing became all the more difficult as he let his head slump into the crook of the other’s neck.

“W…Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji gently shook the merman, panic overtaking him as Wei Wuxian seemed to lose all ability to respond.

Lan Wangji’s breath hitched and he held the other tight, shoulders trembling as the one he loved fell limp in his arms. How had everything gone wrong so fast?

“Wei Ying…”

The tears wouldn’t stop falling.

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WWX dies in a jellyfish bloom/swarm (unofficially).

I'm sorry for my transgressions （；´д｀）ゞ

Check out the art/extras for this and more MDZS Projects on my masterpost! ❤

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[mafia-moshie]

Squeeze the Lemon

[[ this is a bit of a graphic depiction check the tags]]

They tilted their head and shifted, considering running away when one of the hands snapped out and graped them starting to squeeze.

Lemon turned to face the new figure who entered the room then started to approach them cautiously as if trying not to scare them away

In the excitement to hold a floffis the person misjudged the force needed. lemon grazed a sharp object as they were shoved back, causing the floffis to "bleed" a shimmering almost glowing yellow liquid onto the person's hand.

Lemon struggled against the hand grasping them firmly, slowly increasing its pressure. Perhaps it was innocent at first, but now a joyous Hysteria overtook the person as he watched the creature struggle and make panicked squeaks beneath his grip.

Why... why was he happy? This shouldn't make him happy should it? He only wanted to squish a floffis and this one

It was fluffy, adorable... Helpless...

It was at his mercy...

As his mind raced to understand where the happiness and thoughts were coming from, he couldn't help but squeeze tighter.

The feeling of a life struggling against his will and losing was near intoxicating, the floffis...so Fluffy...so Soft...

So soft that didn't seem possible, was the floffis even fully solid? How easily could it bend?

He twisted his hands

The body followed his motion causing more of it's "blood" to pour out onto his hands and arms

The squeaking stopped.

Fascinating ... A Cloud floffis's consistency was reminiscent of clay

He had never tried sculpting or pottery before but, a bubbling euphoria was now overriding his senses washed away any doubts in his mind of the quality, or the ethical behavior of his actions would result in.

He started to twist the body yet it seemed to resist or was his grip too loose? There was quite a bit of "blood" coating the fur of the floffis and his hands...

That, "Blood" was yellow... why was it yellow?

Examining the substance he felt a wave of joy once again, of childlike joy

the floffis now all but forgotten fell to floor as he stared fascinated at his hands he wanted...

He wanted to taste it

Raising one hand covered in the blood to his face he started to open his mouth, but a dark spiky red tail wrapped around his wrist and forced his hand away.

Before he could recover Razbur wrapped the rest of its tail around his body pulling him into a vision of one of his past nightmares

Taking an almost sigh of relief Razbur then looked over to lemon who crumpled on the floor but managed to meet Razburs worried gaze

They tried to chitter but shuddered and seemed to deflate slightly, Razbur squawked at them to stop

It glanced between lemon and the person trying to decide what to do, it would be too dangerous to let go but lemon needed help...

Thinking carefully Razbur called over a dream floffis to care for lemon, then it walked out of the room and started down the hall, dragging Oni behind...

[wangxianficrecs]

watch your anger by loosingletters

watch your anger

by loosingletters (@loosingmoreletters)

T, 1k, Cangse Sanren

Summary: Watch your anger, her master used to say, never reprimanding Cangse Sanren for her temper tantrums, mainly reminding her of what she stood to lose if she gave in. Cangse Sanren survives. Wei Changze does not. Kay's comments: Knew this one was going to hurt before going in, but phew did it hurt! I really loved it though. A canon divergence story where Cangse-sanren survives the last night-hunt she went on with her husband, but Wei Changze still dies and we even get to witness how and it's not pretty. I really enjoyed Cangse-sanren't voice in this story and her anger especially. The story follows the time immediately after Wei Changze's death and I also really liked how it shows Cangse-sanren's struggles, e. g. the excerpt below. Excerpt: A-Ying clings to her, starts crying when Cangse Sanren leaves his sight. She can’t go on even a minor nighthunt with him, she cannot tell him to stay behind. Her wounds are far from healed and her hands won’t stop shaking and any craft Baoshan Sanren ever taught her cannot be applied. Cangse Sanren wanted children, a dozen little hands pulling at her skirts and begging for bedtime stories, but she never wanted to raise a child on her own. A-Ying is sweet, but he throws tantrums and she lacks Changze’s patience, his creativity for appropriate games, his steady hand preparing wonderful meals. She lacks all she needs to raise her son safely, far away from the sects.

pov cangse sanren, canon divergence, cangse sanren lives, angst and hurt/comfort, wei wuxian isn't adopted by the jiangs, non-yunmeng wei wuxian, yanling daoren, baoshan sanren, canonical character death

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[tigirl-and-co]

if there was an underland video game, I don't CARE what kind of game, i DEMAND a social management aspect. Like you, as gregor, have to keep the different party members from fucking killing each other (or dying of exhaustion by running themselves ragged bc nobody wants to help them)

and if you finish a quest with either no deaths or max affection you get bonus scenes/good endings

[just-another-wren]

was gonna sleep but then the 'tism kicked in

I cried at an idea and drew what I cried at and now you can cry too! :'D