#the unintentionally unfortunate death of his life

[sorenblr]

kratos is exactly like christ and I wish cory barlog was my father

I like that this was edited. had to top that one off a bit

[feefivefoe]

I fear that they would figure me out too quickly. I am so easily manipulated by someone acting pathetic 😔😔

The whole little brother act by Damian would get to me sooner or later and I fear that although Tim is 19, I would feel bad if he came to me after a "nightmare" 😞😞

I just hope that they don't play dirty, because I would be COOKED 😭😭

No you're so valid. I too like to baby pathetic meow meows.

But in my head, reader has to be unempathetic and uncaring because you don't live long in a city like Gotham by being sympathetic.

Caring about people is for those who have the luxury of resources to share. Bleeding hearts get snuffed out. And while reader isn't clinging to life, they aren't going out of their way to get killed.

But unfortunately for folks like you, at least half of the batboys are willing to be pathetic if it means getting the upper hand.

Dick and Tim have no shame. Both of them will cry while clinging to you about just how WORRIED they were about you. And how SAD they are that you HATE them soooo much! Won't you give your dear brothers just a sliver of affection?

Dick will try to monopolize you at times by being physically clingy. The others are just so much more touch adverse, and his love language is physical touch! He's just so sad that he can't properly express how much he loves his siblings! Won't you let him give you the affection he had failed to give for so long? He has so much to make up for! 🥰🥰🥰

Tim is a little more adaptable. Rather than pushing you into the mold he makes, he molds himself to your sympathetic nature. Not only did he have a nightmare, but he just finds it so hard to sleep while he's thinking about all the bad things happening in Gotham...won't you let him sleep in your room? Being around his (now) favorite sibling helps keep his mind at rest! And he's so sleep deprived...don't you want your little brother to get some rest? 🥺🥺🥺

Damian and Jason are much more reluctant to join in. They have more pride than that. And while Jason might be willing if you were mad at him like you were the others...he's already your favorite, he doesn't need to stoop so low. If he does find your attention slipping, he might 'unintentionally' trauma dump about how his death felt, his final thoughts, how the pit makes him feel...inhuman. About how Bruce made him feel abandoned, just like he did to you. What better way to firmly strengthen his position than trauma bonding, right?

Damian takes the longest to come around. Sure, he's the baby. And sure, he kind of played into it by insisting on strengening your familial bond. But he isn't a child! (Damian, you literally are-)

While the others infantilize themselves in a way to get your favor, Damian does it by doing the opposite. Don't look at him as somebody who needs coddling! He's going to look after you, because you're the one who needs him, not the other way around. You live such a better life now that he found you and got the others to bring you home. He'd never admit it, but he's envious of the attention the others get, but isn't willing to throw away his pride to do the same. He does have an advantage by being the youngest. You can't help but naturally baby him a little! And the scowl and scolding he gives every time does nothing to deter you!

[lesbianlefay]

you know, i think too many people misunderstand the "no man is worth your tears" line. i see it brought up so often in magic reveals as a thing arthur feels guilty about saying, when i really don't think he would. cause in context, that line isn't supposed to be about balinor.

well, it obviously is, on the surface, but arthur doesn't mean it in way that's like "oh you shouldn't cry over some guy's death", not at all. because look at the context of the scene: arthur is about to face the dragon, and he's almost certain that he's going to die. he saw the way merlin cried over balinor's death, and what he means when he says it is that he doesn't want merlin to cry over him. and merlin realizes this! he even says it, "you're certainly not".

and the thing is that this completely recontextualizes the scene. it goes from arthur being well-meaning but unintentionally insensitive to arthur being genuinely caring and concerned about merlin once he's no longer there. which would definitely be in character for arthur, because he very much does become a little more honest about his feelings in life-or-death situations.

like it's genuinely such a sweet moment between them and it's so so overlooked because of circumstances that arthur didn't know about, and it's really unfortunate in my opinion because that scene is honestly one of my all-time favorites

[puppy-phum]

Pit Babe Characters x Cartomancy ➣ Part 1: Charlie & Babe

Five of Spades: Focusing on self, putting own interests first. A reminder of your self-worth. Ace of Hearts: New beginnings; new relationship and love. A chance for something better.

for @pitbabeanniversary week 1 prompts: charlie & babe

(more thoughts under the cut!)

disclaimer: i am not an expert in either cartomancy or tarot reading. i did a lot of research on these two sites to come up with these cards for the characters. some of the meanings associated with the cards are still only my own interpretation, so they might not be completely accurate.

as ppl who know me probably can tell, i am (despite my lack of knowledge most often) a huge nerd who loves this type of stuff (personality tests, astrology, mysticism etc.). most of all, i love analyzing stories and characters, and so this idea was born. never thought i'd approach it through pit babe though, yet here we are.

thoughts on my picks for charlie and babe:

charlie: it was hard to pick a card for charlie, but behind all the happiness and sunshine, i think the defining characteristic for charlie is (self-)sacrifice. while growing up under tony's "care", charlie learned that he was worth less: less than other (special) alphas, less than other tony's children, less than the world beyond the house, and of course, less than someone as perfect as babe. and so as he leaves the house and embarks on this adventure to help babe and set them all free, he assumes he must sacrifice himself to accomplish those things. his sacrifice comes in many forms, yet even the most ultimate one (his death) does not seem to bother charlie.

based on these thoughts, i found it fitting that charlie's card would remind him of his own worth and make him think about his own (selfish?) desires. he's not just a body thrown at tony's feet to keep others safe – he's also a human with his own hopes and dreams, with his own purpose. he seems to find this with babe (and the rest of the x-hunter pack) and learns to accept himself as someone who cannot be replaced and who can just live for himself.

babe: for babe, the card felt more obvious. first of all, it was clear to me that babe would get one of the hearts – he is, above all else, an emotion driven person. he is arrogant, confident, proud, ambitious, and even aggressive at times, but he is also a boy searching for love. i know that he's learned that love doesn't come without conditions; that whenever love is offered, people ask for something (most often painful) in return. and so as the show starts, babe's motivation to go on this journey isn't victory or fame as he already has those, but love. what he lacks in life is love, and that's what life decides to gift him.

so this thing with charlie offers him a new chance, a new beginning, where things seem better and easier. of course it doesn't last, and they fail at times at love as charlie's lies get revealed and other ppl betray them, but eventually they head towards something better. the newly found intimacy and love with charlie changes babe's life and also changes him as a person. he becomes softer, happier. he learns that he can be loved unconditionally and that there are ppl out there who are willing to stand beside him even when he's not pit babe or a special alpha with special senses or tony's perfect son capable of anything (or worth a million bahts).

and then these two as a pair? i cannot say much about it bc i cannot read cards, unfortunately. but i find it interesting (and very fitting) that charlie and babe belong to the suits of spades and hearts. charlie brings with himself trouble, pain, and challenges (unintentionally and he'd rather hold those at bay but well, his past follows him everywhere). there are also hints of obsession and fear on charlie's side. meanwhile, babe is filled with emotion, both positive and negative, and he is tightly tied to all the relationships in his life. he is the heart of the pack in a sense, and so thinking of him as the beginning of emotion, as the ace of hearts, feels suitable. he is the new beginning for everyone bc babe is the one who pulls charlie in who bring with himself the change for the whole pack and other ppl involved with them.

(if someone more knowledgeable about cartomancy or tarot who also enjoys pit babe stumbles upon this, feel free to come share more thoughts with me!)

[raticalshoez]

Heavily based on this post! Please check it out cause it's such a cool analysis of the Canary Curse type stuff!

In this post, op points out how Jimmy's canary stuff still lingers, just in a different form, but the thing that really stood out to me is how his allies seemed to always be doomed to die faster upon being allied with him. I remember thinking, huh, this reminds me a lot of someone else.

Then it clicked that that someone else (or multiple someones) was Grian, and Pearl. I've seen both associated with losing their closest allies, and given that these three are heavily headcanoned to be siblings, I thought it was so interesting.

We all know Grian's curse, which my favorite way of referring to is the Icarus Curse. His closest ally in his alliance tends to meet an untimely demise that is often (unintentionally) by his own hand. Those allies are Icarus, and he is the sun he burns their wings and causes them to fall. He got his curse first, all the way back in 3rd Life.

I'm wary to refer to Pearl's as a curse as opposed to an unfortunate pattern given that it hasn't been around for nearly as long, but I think Pearl's started in Double Life when she won. Ever since then, Pearl's been trying to make sure anyone in her alliance wins, as long as it's not her. Yet she tends to always outlive said allies, and she's always distraught about it. With limited research, I have learned that the moon is associated with not only being a guide and aprotecter, but is also connected with the concept of death. I don't think I would call Pearl's "curse" the Moon Curse cause it sounds a bit silly to me, but the description of a guide and protector failing to guide and protect the ones she wants to is just so bitter to me. It also doesn't help that she was seen as a bad omen in Double Life already, adding more salt to the wound.

Now, I don't wanna say Jimmy's the last one to develop this dooming others trait because as the other post states, Jimmy's been dooming his allies to die earlier ever since 3rd Life, but I think the full extent of his curse has only ever been fully realized in Secret Life and honestly, Real Life too because in my heart that season is real (pun not intended lol). People would always think that Jimmy's curse would doom him specifically, a curse that would cause death to catch him first, but of course a canary in a coal mine doesn't have to stay there. Again, the post linked goes into detail about Jimmy's side of things, but when I read it, I came to a realization that all the Skyblings are really just connected with the concept of death.

[awoogayanderes]

ME AND MY HUSBAND

➪ pairing : fyodor dostoevsky x reader

➪ sypnosis : in which you start having your regrets of being engaged to fyodor, unfortunately for you, it’s too late

➪ warnings : gaslighting, manipulation, unhealthy relationship, religious practices

➪ other notes : though this fanfic is fem implied, they/them pronouns are used, only “wife” is mentioned, im also not entirely sure how wedding vows work but i tried my best

you didn’t know why you accepted. maybe it was a glimpse of hope you saw, or maybe it was fyodor’s threatening eyes. “will you marry me,” four simple words that you knew would change the course of your life. you did love fyodor, but it was more fear that made you stay with him. even then, you accepted and here you are now, shopping for your wedding attire.

you were with sigma, knowing that nikolai would make it about himself or fyodor rather than you. you admired sigma, mostly always collected despite being crushed on the inside. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy being more with him than fyodor. “how about this one?” the young man asked handing you something to try on. “i’ll try it on,” you say sadly smiling, regretting saying yes.

it looked perfect on you. wrapping around the right parts, you knew this was the one. sigma sweetly smiled at you and complimented how it looked on you. yet he couldn’t help but notice that your smile didn’t expand. “is something troubling you,” he asked confused. sigma didn’t know much about weddings but he knew that those who are getting married, should be over the moon excited, so why weren’t you..?

“do you think it was the right choice for me to accept fyodor’s proposal?” you unintentionally blurted out. sigma’s eyes widened in shock. noticing his expression, you retracted your statement. “sorry, just pretend i never said that, just some stupid pre-marital doubts,” you say hoping that sigma won’t question you. thankfully, he just nodded, staying quiet.

as you returned home, if you can even call it that, you decided that you would talk to fyodor, he would ease your thoughts, right? “fedya,” you go up to him as he types away on his keyboard leading to many monitors. he hums, letting you know he’s listening without looking at you. “do you think we’re getting married too soon?” his typing stops as he looks at you.

“you’re saying you don’t love me anymore,” he asks with a frown on his face. “no, i’m not saying that,” you plead. “it seems as if you don’t appreciate my effort,” fyodor’s calmly said. “i-i do,” you say, regretting ever coming up to him. he stands up, walking towards you, placing a delicate hand to your cheek. “then get with the program,” he smiles, knowing that he can destroy you with that one touch of his palm.

almost like a fever dream, time moves quickly and wobbly, now here you are in your wedding attire. you didn’t have anyone to walk you down the isle, it was almost embarrassing. ivan was the officiant, unsurprisingly. you don’t pay attention to any of his words, instead you look at your surroundings. you see only nikolai and sigma sitting in the audience silently watching. you feel fyodor’s hands squeeze yours.

it was his silent sign to not embarrass him and start paying attention. “fyodor dostoyevsky, do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect them, forsaking all others, and holding only unto them forevermore?” ivan asks fyodor, “i do,” he says staring at you almost lovingly like. “y/n l/n, do you promise to love, honor, cherish, obey, and protect him, forsaking all others, and holding only unto him forevermore?”

obey? that wasn’t in fyodor’s vows, why was it in yours? again, fyodor squeezed your hands. “i do,” you murmured timidly. with that said, fyodor said his final vow, “in the name of god, i, fyodor dostoyevsky take you, y/n l/n, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. this is my solemn vow.” with this he put the ring on your finger.

you parroted the same vows, “in the name of god, i, y/n l/n take you, fyodor dostoyevsky, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. this is my solemn vow.” you put the ring on his finger shaking as you do so. “with these rings, i thee wed,” ivan said after the formal interchange.

“by the power vested in me by the name of the holy spirit, i now solemnly declare you husband and wife. let no one put asunder those that have been joined together today in the presence of almighty god. you may now seal this declaration with a kiss,” ivan declared, soon followed by you and your husband kissing. it was the final seal that gave your soul to satan.

[dandizettes]

HIIII TALK TO ME ABOUT IZZY W OCD BC ITS SO REAL AND TRUE AND WE NEED TO SPREAD THE WORD sorry for yelling

This is hard for me to pinpoint in general but especially now because, hilariously, the OCD symptoms are making it hard to discuss the OCD symptoms. However! I shall attempt, because we INDEED must spread the good word.

I think The Thing that I point to and go “hmmmmmm” with Izzy is the like………….. self-constructed anxiety box that he Must Live Inside Of Or Else—he is not just a pirate taking piracy very seriously, (though he also does that) he is, specifically, living under this rigid internal logic of Being A First Mate, with the binary opposite of Being A Piece Of Shit Who Should Kill Himself (see: yelling at the unicorn for failing to protect the ship, self-destruction suicidal spiral after perceived failure To Be A First Mate, etc etc.) And that all feels to me. Well. More familiar than I’d like, save for the particular role in question—but that idea that, like, you must adhere to a set of rules, you must stay within particular boundaries to be Good, and if you cross them you enter being Bad, you become Nothing—and this is an infection which you are always in danger of contracting, you must practice constant vigilance to stave off this infecting creeping Badness forever and ever and ever, you are only ever safe from the Badness if you are appropriately performing Goodness, which means living in the box—well. That’s the sauce, unfortunately!

And of course, lots of his middle-management responsibilities are genuinely life or death stakes—yeah, Ed DOES need to have a plan, he DOES need to not be so unhinged he is actively endangering the lives of everyone around him, but because Izzy obv holds himself responsible for regulating Ed’s ability to do both those things, it makes this delicious horrible guilt soup, and that is the irrational brain-lying-to-you bit here. Yes, the stakes are actually very high, but it is still quite literally impossible for Izzy to dictate what Ed does or does not do—but HE absolutely believes it is, to a degree that reads to me again like that binary logic (which of course is fed and reinforced by Ed, even if unintentionally, due to the everything about their dynamic.)

[onelastride]

BROSKI BRO MAKE THAT YAP POST ABT THE BULLET 😧😧😧

Well, the opportunity finally presents itself :)c

Bullet yap post under cut ⬇️

Ok, so when I said Bullet yap post, I mean how I believe they work. [My Bullet will use they/it pronouns throughout this post]

I believe The Bullet inflicts “death” on people only by physical contact. For example, it does interact with the King but because it did not physically interact with the King, his death comes at a later time. On the topic of death, I believe that The Bullet only speeds up the time of death rather than instantly set you up for it, like, they’re more of a ‘checkpoint’ for your demise rather than your demise itself. For example, how The Bullet also tells Philip where Eacker is rather than just touching him or how The Bullet passes Burr the quill rather than just running up to Hamilton with their hand out.

I also believe you can unintentionally avoid The Bullet’s attempts at “killing you” by abruptly changing your way of life or something. Speaking on that I wanted to indulge more into my Au about them. In my Au, when touching someone, The Bullet gets to know how someone will die and the time of their death. It’s more of The Bullet’s job to find a way to cause that opportunity to present itself quicker. It’s more of an aid in death than an omen of death. But, if you know how someone will die you can also prevent it, so that’s what happens with them in the Au. They do fall in love with someone (Dolly: the girl next to it during ‘Blow us all away’), and now try it’s best to “save” her from anything that could kill her, actively forgetting that death is inevitable. It’s a fire Au I swear 🥺.

Anyway, that’s why they wear a glove in my design so it doesn’t know everyone’s death date. I believe they are sent out to kill people instead of just choosing someone. This is kinda interchangeable but I believe it to be the King telling it who to kill. Hear me out. Before they become the omen of death, you see it’s neck get snapped by one of the King’s men, so maybe before they were The Bullet they were just a civilian that got unrightfully killed, turned into the Omen of Death instead of just going to the afterlife, but unfortunately works under the King now. That’s why you only see them kill people and said people’s relatives associated with the American Revolution, because the King was like, “Fuck those guys, kill some of them I don’t care which ones” and The Bullet gave him a thumbs up and started taking them down. This is an changeable thought like I said at the start though so if you have any Bullet theories and/or headcanons please share 🙏

Ending this post off with some Bullet headcanons of my own:

-The Bullet communicates telepathically (like how Saiki K does), and are so there for mute. Though it can communicate it rarely does.

-When you look at The Bullet, it gives more uncanny valley vibes than anything. Thats why in my design I drew them with white eyes instead of black, for that “dead” feeling.

-LESBIAN

-Can float around like how a ghost does, but choses to stay grounded.

-Though they try their best not to, it attracts many friendships. For example, with the King and Dolly (?) (I don’t remember if that’s what the bullet is called or the girl next to her is, some ensemble enjoyer tell me please)

[TLDR: you don’t get one, read the post.]

[lets-try-some-writing]

Death and Gifts

Death has existed since time untold, but now with mortal friends, he has found himself in a bit of a pickle. Having been introduced to the concept of repayment, he now feels the need to return the kindness his friends have offered.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for everyone involved, Death pays his debts in full.

Previous part here.

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Death, or rather Orion Pax, was familiar with the concept of an exchange. Shanix was traded for resources or goods, life was traded for death, and knowledge was traded for service. He knew this, but he eventually came to a rather startling realization upon going through a series of datapads on mentality.

According to what he read, relationships were also a form of exchange. In a relationship of any sort, both parties were to give and take in equal exchange. Service was to be repaid in some way, shape, or form. Emotional care was to be provided in turn, and friends were meant to create bonds through a series of debts to one another in the form of attention, time, and service. To Orion, it was a wakeup call and prompted a severe misunderstanding.

Throughout his entire stay in the mortal plane, he had been receiving the time, attention, and service of his companions. He had been unintentionally indebting himself to them, and at this point, he was swimming in things that needed to be repaid. Ratchet gave knowledge and care freely, and that needed to be repaid as soon as possible. As did Megatron's dutiful companionship. There was much to do, and so Death prepared to repay that which was owed... in his own unique way.

Ratchet was his first and oldest companion. As such, Orion began devising ways to repay him first. Ratchet made his life easier and gave him understanding, Orion could do the same in turn. Thus, over the course of a few weeks, Death began to dig into Ratchet's history, connections, and prospects. The medical student had a few... blotches in his social life that Orion frowned upon seeing. An overenthusiastic ex, a corrupt higher up refusing Ratchet the title of doctor, and a bully who harassed his friend on the daily. Death does not usually pick favorites, but when it came to his friend and his debts, he was willing to compromise.

He spent what time he could with Ratchet, trying to return the emotional support through actions. And when he wasn't otherwise engaged, he put pieces in motion. He couldn't directly do anything, not without making his siblings upset. But setting up scenarios that would lead to death were not exactly off limits. So long as he wasn't there or forcing the death to happen, he wasn't responsible. So what if that one unfortunate ex got into a bad crash? He could have avoided it if he'd tried harder and paid attention. Why should it bother Death that a corrupt doctor overdosed on recreational drugs? The mech was living on borrowed time anyway. The bully ended up being arrested? Well isn't that unfortunate.

Ratchet did not grieve much, and Death was there with him all the way. He still had debts to repay, and Ratchet was worth so much more than being a mere Doctor. Perhaps it was a bit of bias, but Orion couldn't help but pull a few strings. Sometimes the corrupt needed to fall ill to make way for those who were far more suited to the roll. If Ratchet gave Orion a few side glances after he was suddenly promoted to the role of CMO, neither of them acknowledged it.

Ratchet: That mech... did you kill him?

Orion: I am forbidden to directly intervene in the affairs of your kind.

Ratchet: Did you cause this to happen?

Orion: You have been kind to me, you have given me much. It is a debt I will repay.

Ratchet: Orion, please, you don't need to-

Orion: You are of my chosen. Your purpose far exceeds those of the lesser.

Ratchet: You aren't like this. You don't usually have an opinion on anything, at least not like this.

Orion: It was, and it is still not permitted. But I will not allow that which was offered to go unrepaid.

His debt was nowhere near paid, but Orion had little else he could do. HIs friend was soaring high, and so in a bit of desperation, he focused on the rules to see what else he could possibly effect. Direct intervention was out of the question, but perhaps he could give a gift.

It wasn't against the rules to simply remove a block within a mech.

Death smiled when Ratchet found himself with an uncanny ability to sense death before it arrived. The doctor was able to solve cases before they reached a breaking point and determine a cause of death effortlessly, seemingly without any explanation. Ratchet chalked it up to his own skill, and Death grinned as he turned to his next set of debts.

Jazz was next, but for Death, he was hard to fully place. Jazz was an odd one, and repaying debts with him would be difficult. Jazz's situation did not allow for mecha to perish unfortunately. He was in too delicate of a position for that to happen and not harm him. But Orion could give him information. That much he could do. Jazz was an agent, a spy for the Council. Death dug through every case Jazz was involved in with fanatic determination, and once he had everything prepared, he began his work.

Cold cases were suddenly given new evidence as Death searched for the dead within the Allspark and questioned them. Information Jazz could not reach was put before him on a silver platter as mecha with the details found themselves incapacitated by unfortunate accidents. Those who hunted his friend were quickly silenced, not through supernatural means, but through blackmail Orion had from the Archives. To top if all off, Death gifted his friend an ability. When Death came to fallen, they trusted him instinctually. They knew what he was. To Jazz he gave a lesser version of the same gift, merely accentuating Jazz's already powerful charisma with a touch of the calm of the void.

Jazz noticed, but he said nothing. Death merely smiled.

Megatronus was not difficult to repay. Death merely began rigging things in his favor. Well, not necessarily rigging. But the odds tipping ever so slightly in his Champion's favor were not against the rules. Who was ever going to concern themselves with a blade sliding off Megatronus's armor and shattering instead of piercing. Bad craftsmanship had its effects after all. Who would be anything except awed when old wounds healed perfectly and Megatronus returned to the arena without issue? The Champion made all sorts of money for his sponsors. His success was theirs.

Orion's siblings watched him in wrath, further tightening his reigns. But Death would not halt. He could not gift abilities as obvious as he had to Jazz and Ratchet, but it was not out of the question to give Megatronus a more intimidating aura. All it took was for Death to touch him once every few cycles, and Megatronus would carry the stench of death wherever he walked. His foes feared him, and Orion laughed lightly as he watched their terror firsthand. It was not a gift, merely his presence having its effect. His siblings could not punish him for that.

Prima: You cannot keep doing this Thirteen. You are stepping beyond your bounds.

Death: I am following the rite.

Vector: You are not. Your influence has expanded beyond the limits set in place for all Primes. Continue down this path, and we shall be forced to step in.

Death: What must I do to gain the ability to expand?

Micronus: There is no-

Onyx: Expand. Grow.

Prima: Onyx enough!

Onyx: He has the right to know. We have known since the children of Primus walked the world. To keep him in the dark is cruel.

Death: What do you know?

Onyx: The rite forbids that I speak plainly, but continue as you are, and soon enough your reach will expand. The children of Primus are eager to believe.

Death considered the words of his peers, and ultimately he elected to follow Onyx's advice. He was Death, he was allowed to act as he saw fit, at least to a degree. He would obey the rites and rules, but if the children were in danger... well, rules were made to be broken on occasion.

Soundwave was the last on his list, largely because he was Megatronus's favorite. Death looked upon him and decided against any action, instead opting to give a simple gift to repay his debts. Soundwave stalked the halls, and Death dragged him into the shadows. It was for a brief moment, but when he released the spymaster and met his gaze back in the normal plane, Soundwave shakily got to his pedes, and Death smiled again. He enjoyed smiling. Such a silly thing, but one that held so much meaning.

"This gift I have given to repay my debts. The void now knows you, it has tasted your frame. Do not linger long within its grasp, but it welcomes you, should you wish to traverse the dark paths."

He left quietly, and Soundwave for his part shook like a leaf. The work was done, and now Death had largely repaid his debts.

However if a few particularly devoted mailmecha found themselves avoiding trouble and injury with surprising grace, then who were they to judge? Death would repay his debts, regardless of the outcome.

Megatronus, Ratchet, and Jazz were all very much aware that Orion had done something to them, but by the time they came to understand their new gifts, they opted not to ask. Whatever Orion was, he was old, and he was powerful. No longer was he a spark eater in disguise or some old monster. Rather, he had to be a Quintesson or a creation of them. There was no other explanation, not unless one wanted to begin believing in fairy tales about Primes and their power.

Death, oblivious to it all, continued merrily while quite content to have finally "made things right."

[cacoetheswriting]

pearl: may 1986

word count: 2.8k

content warnings: best friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, suggestive & mature themes, adult language, use of pet names, oblivious idiots in love, emotional hurt / comfort, self-doubt / insecurities, grief, mentions of death / losing a loved one, mentions of recreational drug use, mentions of blood / description of injuries - if i missed anything, pls let me know!

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Grief. 

Unfortunately, you knew the feeling all too well. 

When your dad passed, you thought the grief would swallow you whole. It embedded itself into your core being and on most days, it fucking consumed you. You lost a parent, a protector, a friend. You lost all of the future possibilities and memories you’ll never get to make. You really lost a piece of yourself.

Then, just as you’d gone through all seven stages of grief and slowly began to pick up the pieces that remained in your life, your dad passed away all over again the night you found out how he really left this earth.

There was also the grief you were experiencing due to your fall out with Eddie. Around this time last year was probably the worst you’ve ever felt and you truly thought you’d be stuck in a never ending cycle of grief, until you reconciled with the metalhead and Eddie’s lovable personality showed you how you could make other memories.

The curly-haired boy became your sun, your moon, and your stars. He was the air you breathed, the reason you got out of bed every morning. You loved him entirely and yet you were too scared to tell him. Not because you feared he didn’t love you back, you knew he did. You delayed because at times, falling in love with Eddie felt like your eighth stage of grief. You were convinced you unintentionally — and frankly unbeknown to the boy — put too much pressure on him. Pressure to fix you. Fix how you were feeling, fix how you were acting. Fix your grief. 

More importantly though, admitting out loud how you truly felt made it all a little too real and what if you somehow lost him like you lost your dad?

Reflecting on it now, once again your attempt at self-preservation didn't really matter. 

March 1986 happens. 

Eddie decides to play hero and despite your pleas and bargains, his mind is set on saving the world. Ever since then, your nightmares feature the horrid memory of Dustin and you carrying Eddie’s bloody, unconscious body through the Upside Down. They feature your screams, Dustin’s cries. They feature you scrambling, trying to lift Eddie through the hole in the ceiling and later into your car as he bled out in your arms.

To this day, you can still smell the blood. The scent overpowers your senses every time you close your eyes and you’re instantly nauseous. Although distractions help — (such as all of Hawkins literally sinking underground).

Miraculously, Eddie survived the whole ordeal.

Dustin was the first to call and say the metalhead’s awake. You tell the young boy you’ll visit that afternoon, but you never do. When Steve stops by your house a couple of days later with an offer of a ride to the hospital, you pretend you’re feeling unwell because even though your brain comprehends Eddie’s okay, the grief has attached itself to your heart like a sweater that you can never take off.

The charade was rather pointless because Wayne was living with you and your mom since March which meant naturally, once Eddie was discharged from the hospital, he moved here too. 

Suddenly he was everywhere and nowhere all at once.

“We should probably talk,” Eddie said after approaching you in the kitchen the day after he was discharged.

You stiffen in his presence and without even looking at him, you say, “I-I don’t— There’s nothing I have to say to you.”

In the space of a heartbeat, he’s next to you, fingers brushing your forearm as if he was debating whether to grab you or not. But you don’t give him a chance to. Instead, you walk out and rush upstairs for your bedroom. Although Eddie is right behind.

He squeezes past you and stops you mid-stairs before grabbing your face in his hands.

“I meant what I said, you know that, right?” Eddie’s desperate. He’s searching your eyes for any sort of indication that you feel the same, but your expression is only one of sorrow.

“I love you,” he says as confidently as he can.

You swallow thickly. “I don’t believe you.”

The sentence comes out in a mere whisper, but Eddie definitely hears you. His shoulders drop and although he’s still holding your face, his grips loosens.

“Don’t say that…”

“I don’t believe you,” you repeat and break yourself free from his embrace.

Despite his best attempts to talk to you after, you didn’t want to be near him. He was like a ghost of the human he used to be before March and you felt just as empty. Truthfully, you didn’t know how to act around him.

“Hey,” your best friend’s soothing tone hails you back to reality, “Is there room for one more on this rooftop?”

You glance back at Eddie, nodding your head, and watch as he climbs out of your bedroom window. He sits next to you, although an arms-length away, quite careful not to brush against any part of you. 

A lump forms at the back of your throat at his conscious effort to keep some distance between you ‘cause he knows, at face value, that’s what you think you want, and you force yourself to look away, focusing instead on the night sky. 

Then the silence lingers on.

It’s all so tense and you’re grieving again. Grieving what Eddie and you used to have, what you used to be. You are so desperate to return to those days, the sensation is honestly making you sick to your stomach. The boy who was once your rock, feels more like a stranger.

And Eddie must sense your apprehension because the next thing you hear is the flick of his lighter — proving, even now when you’ve never felt more distance between you, exactly why you still love him whole-heartedly. He knows you.

“You know,” he exhales a puff of smoke and you tilt your head to look at you, “The last time we smoked weed on your rooftop, your dad almost caught us. Do you remember? He scared the shit out of me, I damn nearly fell down.”

Eddie’s eyes meet yours.

“He didn’t almost catch us, Eds. He popped his head out that window and for sure knew what we were up to. Let’s be honest, we stank and couldn’t stop giggling.”

The boy shrugs. “Worth it, if you ask me.”

You’re not really sure what to say next and there’s a moment of borderline tense silence, during which your eyes are glued together. Eddie’s chocolate-button gaze is staring deeply into your own and for the first time in a long time, he feels real. 

So much so, without really thinking, you extend one hand in his direction and your fingers attach themselves to his like magnets. You squeeze gently. Then again ‘cause they’re warm, unlike your last memory of his touch.

Eddie briefly glances at your sudden hold on him and a timid smile circles his lips. 

“You know,” he clears his throat and you know he’s thinking exactly what’s on your mind, “The last time we uhm, we held hands was—”

“Please don’t ruin the moment,” you interrupt in a mere whisper because avoidance is easier. Easier than sadness, than heartbreak. Than grief. Avoidance is a feeling the two of you knew all too well. Avoidance has always been the third wheel in your friendship.

“But we have to talk about it,” Eddie says, cocking his head to the side. 

He frees himself from your grasp, but only to put out the joint and place the remainder behind his ear. He then slides closer towards you and reaches for your hands once again. 

“When you didn’t come see me at the hospital, I knew we were in trouble.” Eddie’s statement is honest and makes your heart ache. “And ever since I was discharged, we tip-toe around each other and it fucking sucks, princess.”

You shut your eyes, trying to fight back the tears you know are about to come. 

“Whether you believe my feelings for you are genuine or not, this is not us. This is not who we are. I feel like you’re slipping through my fingers, like I’m losing you.”

“Eddie, that’s… Fuck.” You clear your throat before looking back into his saddened gaze. “This is hard for me to say, uhm. What happened to you was horrendous, there’s no denying. I’m eternally grateful you’re alive and well, but I-I also can’t help feel this resentment towards you. I-I…”

You exhale. 

“You think I’m slipping through your fingers and that’s completely valid since I distanced myself again, which broke us last time,” your voice quivers, “But Eddie, I just don’t think you realise how you actually did that. It physically happened. You were dying in my arms a-and the memory of that experience is making it incredibly hard to look at you.”

The expression on Eddie’s face makes it clear your words gutted him. He’s rendered speechless.

Perhaps it’s because of the sad puppy-dog look he was currently sporting, or because back before this entire ordeal you were an inch away from telling him your heart's true tune and that feeling never really went away, you incline closer and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Please don’t ever do that again, okay?” You mutter into his hair as he returns the hug, squeezing me tight. “I’m gonna be completely selfish here and say, I-I can’t go through that again.”

“I-I just wanted to protect you. I wanted to be your hero,” Eddie admits. He sounds defeated.

You pull back ever so slightly, just enough to be able to see his face. “I don’t need you to be my hero, Eddie. I-I just need you to live.”

He nods slowly. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

Then silence falls upon you again, only this time it’s… different.

Eddie’s gaze is searching your own as if it’s a treasure map he’s trying to understand. His grip on you tightens with every passing second and it feels right. It reminds you that he is indeed real. He did survive. 

You both survived.

Eddie proceeds to press his forehead to your own and you realise you’ve been holding your breath.

“I-I need you to promise me something too,” Eddie mutters, your lips now mere inches apart. You’re too lost in the moment to speak so he continues. “Promise me you won’t think what I’m about to do next is anything short of how I’ve felt about you for a real fucking long time.”

Every fiber of your being is tingling.

“Promise me, princess.” Eddie’s voice is a mere whisper. 

“I promise.”

One soft inhale later, his lips brush yours lightly. Then again with a little more intent, and again, only deeper. 

All of the emotions that had been churning rose to the surface and exploded all at once. With every passing second, you melt into him further and he groans, almost in relief. 

The kiss gets rougher. You bite his bottom lip, gripping onto the collar of his t-shirt as if your life depended on it. Your lungs are burning. Your entire body shaking in Eddie’s embrace. He holds you by the jaw, fingernails dig into your cheeks as his tongue breaches through your parted lips. You proceed to moan against him, exploring his mouth the same way he was yours.

Then a shiver runs down your spine, causing you to remember where you are and what you were just talking about so you draw back, albeit still rather unwillingly. Eddie meets your slightly surprised gaze and offers you a smile before pecking the bridge of your nose.

As he sits back, hands still holding your face, your mind is racing: Now what?

He kissed you. You kissed him back

Jesus Christ. Your heart is hammering inside of your chest. Nervous, excited. And Eddie’s on cloud nine. You tasted better than he remembers. Like cherry chapstick, the scent of which lingers in the air between you.

Though as he’s looking at you, waiting for some sort of positive reaction, a sign that it was just as good for you as it was for him, you suck in your bottom lip between your teeth. Well, fucking shit… Now he’s nervous.

“I have to go,” is all you say in a quiet tone before carefully hurrying inside through the open bedroom window.

Eddie blinks. It takes him a minute to register and when he eventually follows you, you’re pacing around the room with your fingers pressed against your temple, repeatedly rubbing circles into your skin. You stop when Eddie whispers your name and he immediately notices how your eyes are glossed over with tears. 

His heart drops.

“Shit, princess…” Eddie takes a step towards you. “I’m sorry. I got lost in the moment a-and I should’ve asked first if it was okay to do that. I know better. Wayne taught me to be a gentleman—”

“Eddie,” you interrupt, “Stop. It’s not that.”

His brows furrow. “Are you sure? ‘Cause something has you freaked and your best friend kissing you is a big enough reason why, even knowing I love you.”

“I swear, Eddie. It’s just…” A soft sigh escapes you, “I literally just told you it was hard to be around you, and then we kissed, and now… I’m just feeling a little confused and kinda overwhelmed ‘cause—”

He takes your face in his hands once again, thumbs brushing against your cheekbones. 

“Shh…”

“But Eddie, I-I—”

“Please.”

“I-I just,” you hesitate, “Last we kissed, it almost ruined us, so where do we go from here?”

It’s a loaded question. One Eddie was definitely expecting since it’s also crossed his mind every time he thought about acting on his feelings since July of ‘85. So to be completely honest, he has internally rehearsed this scenario maybe a thousand times. Going over all the different outcomes, good and bad.

Nothing prepared him for the real deal, however.

“Pretty girl,” Eddie begins, almost in a whisper, “Shit… Okay. I admit, I kinda sprung my admission on you and then ran off, not the best timing or decision making on my part. I’m sorry. But I-I’ve known I-I loved you ever since the day we said goodbye as you went off to college, but my feelings for you have been more than friendly for much, much longer than that.”

You raise a curious brow as he continues. 

“And yeah, perhaps I should’ve told you sooner. Life just kept getting in the way and frankly, I was so fucking scared. Shit, I’m still scared ‘cause I too don’t know where we go from here. All I know is I want you by my side as more than just my best friend, for as long as you’ll have me.”

Slowly, your lips curl into a timid smile while your hands make home on his chest — and he’s sure you can feel his heart hammering with nerves, anticipation and also pure unfiltered joy. 

“Which I’m hoping is forever considering how you signed your old letters.”

“Eddie Munson—”

“Wait,” he interrupts before clearing his throat ‘cause suddenly, as he stares so deeply into your eyes, he knows exactly where to go from here, “Let’s leave.”

A confused look spreads across your face. “What?”

“Let’s leave Hawkins, princess.” Eddie states with a little more confidence. “This town has taken a lot away from us and caused us a lot of pain. I think it’s time we count our blessings and leave before something else happens.”

The plan forms in his mind rather quickly and he begins to get excited. Yes, this was a good idea. You both needed to leave and just be yourselves for a while, take back the time that was taken from you and make memories to outlive the bad ones. 

“And where do you propose we go, hot shot?”

“Anywhere you want,” he replies immediately as if it was the simplest thing in the world, “We’ve got some cash saved and we’ve got your car, so let’s do a cross-country road trip.”

“Eddie, that’s crazy,” you half-laugh.

He lets go of you and proceeds to reach for the inside pocket of his jacket. He retrieves the remains of a tape you recognised immediately and a certain glimmer lights up your eyes. Eddie can’t help but smile.

“Unfortunately, Vecna’s cursed bats pretty much destroyed my most prized possession,” he began while holding the album between his fingers and lifting it slightly. “Uhm, as you probably know, most of my favourite memories with you are associated with Pearl, so I think we should continue to make more by travelling down to Kentucky then towards the California sun. Stopping of course in New Orleans.”

You briefly bite down on your bottom lip. “Just like in Me and Bobby McGee,” the sentence is quiet, almost a whisper.

Eddie’s smile widens. “So are you in, princess?”

You simply kiss him in response. It’s softer than the last kiss, but equally as passionate, if not more. Eddie’s eyes close instinctively as he holds you close, tape now pressed to your back as he loses himself in the sensation, thinking about how he wants to be able to kiss you forever. And you want that too.

“Eddie,” you mutter against his lips.

“Mhmmm…”

“I love you too.”

pearl masterlist

& tagging some cool people that expressed interest in this lil series: @cactusangie , @spenciesprincess , @capitanostella , @ashlynnkennedy , @ms1oftheboys , @kurdtbean

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Wait?! I had another idea (I’m so sorry I don’t mean to spam your inbox, feel free to ignore me if you want).

So like, a child of Pandora, Pandora is an immortal in the Pjo universe but not necessarily a goddess. So if she had a kid I feel like they’d be something like a demigod or legacy (considering Pandora was brought to life by the gods) but also like kinda not.

Like do you see the vision.

They just kinda show up at camp and the campers are just slightly in constant fear at the thought of the child of Pandora releasing some kind of evil upon them.

Meanwhile the child of Pandora is just minding their own business and like playing pinochle with Mr D.

I mean you can argue that all of humans are technically a legacy of Pandora, being First Mortal Woman that was formed by the gods…alright I’m joking. I know what you’re getting at lol. 

Pandora becoming an immortal after her death would make sense if we go with Pandora being made with the hands of the gods and their essence mingled in with her, and she is immortalised by memory by being said-first woman and also for opening the Jar that led to…humanity suffering all kinds of evil that plague mankind. 

I can see her descendants being treated as a legacy, since she’s not really a god so she can’t have demigod children, and you can make the argument that Pandora is a demigod too but schematics and technicality. 

As for the legacy of Pandora being received…well legacies and reputation does exceed and carry on very well. With the variation of tellings that Pandora released the plagues of evil was unintentionally, as the gods made her very curious and she opened it unknowingly, or evil and cunning because the gods told her to and she complied; honestly, the gods made Pandora to open the evils in punishment and so it just sticks unfortunately. Being a descendent of Pandora does have its advantages however. In the PJO retelling of the story, Zeus took Aphrodite’s suggestion and had Hephaesteus moulded Pandora out of clay; Zeus breathed life into her; Aphrodite gave her great beauty and charm to make her irresistible; Apollo with how to sing and play the lyre; Demeter with how to tend to a garden; Poseidon gave Pandora a pearl necklace and promised she would never drown; Athena gave her cleverness and curiosity and weaving and crafting, Hermes with his ‘deceitfulness’ (In Hesiod version, Hermes gave her boldness and cunningness specifically). 

So you can imagine that being a descendent/legacy of Pandora, there’s a chance you either have all of Pandora’s attributes or much like being human, they feel more in tune with some aspects and some not so much. Storywise; just as the children of Pandora inherit her legacy and gifts, they are also burdened with Pandora’s legacy in what she had done, forever to carry it as long humanity continues, as well as being plagued or cursed with one of the evils that was released from the pithos. Like being chased or cursed with one of the embodiments of the evils.

I think it does fit somewhat that Mr. D playing a game of Pinochle with the legacy of Pandora since well, its Dionysus, he’s immune to any potential vibe that the child of Pandora may be carrying due their lineage.

FUN FACT: Pandora ends up giving birth to a girl named Pyrrha (Fire) who is the first child born of a mortal mother. Pyrrha marries Deukalion (son of Prometheus) and they end up having many sons and daughters…including a girl named Pandora who is named after the first Pandora.  Leading on with the fun fact, it’s only inevitable that if that every legacy of Pandora who ends up being a born as a girl is cursed to bear the name Pandora as a constant reminder of the First Woman’s legacy. Truly a legacy, but what is a legacy? 

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hi hi! i saw your drarry recs and i love a lot of them! if you dont mind, can you recommend some of your fav drarry angst fanfictions with good endings? something emotional because im in a mood for that hahah. i went through the angst tagged ones and most of them aren't.. heart wrenching enough..? thank you in advance btw ^^

I have a Angst with a Happy Ending list, I'll add more here!

Close Behind by @oflights (134k)

To rescue Draco from the Underworld, Harry has to look forward. Unfortunately, Draco has to look back.

you’ve got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass (20k)

When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he’s made it very clear he doesn’t want.

The Beauty of Thestrals and Other Unseen Things by @writcraft (63k)

Harry has terrific friends, an amazing girlfriend and his job as Head Auror enables him to work on challenging cases and Ministry reform. He just wishes he could work out why he’s been so out of sorts. When Draco Malfoy is arrested for gross indecency, Harry’s comfortable life begins to unravel. He’s forced to decide if it’s worth risking everything for love in a world where following his heart is a criminal offence.

Nor All That Glisters by @sweet-s0rr0w (110k)

Lonely and frustrated on house arrest, with no prospects for the future, Draco begins brewing Felix Felicis in an attempt to improve his lot. Just in the short term, of course. He isn’t a total idiot.

But before long he finds himself with a thriving business, a nice flat, some actual (albeit irritatingly Gryffindor) friends, and a very satisfying sex life. What’s more, no-one is hexing him in the street. And Harry Potter is single, and gorgeous, and giving Draco decidedly interested looks.

Stop taking the Felix? You must be joking…

If Memory Serves by @dictacontrion (30k)

Maybe Draco wants to forget. Maybe it’s wrong to make him remember.

The Stars Have Courage by @fantalfart (85k)

Draco waited five long years to watch his husband wake up from a coma. He’s not ready to meet a Harry with no memory of anything that happened after he died at The Battle of Hogwarts, twelve years ago.

Telling the Bees by @cibeewastaken (31k)

Scorpius’ body was found in Hogwarts one early morning.

It'll Come Back by @vukovich (15k)

Draco Malfoy wakes up in the Thickey ward not remembering anything except that the Auror in front of him is his husband. But he's not. A tale of owning up to who you used to be.

Everything That Happens is From Now On by @thusspoketrish (42k)

After surviving a brutal assault, Draco tries to navigate the tumultuous waters of his mind and embrace a bit of love and trust in his life. After all, the smallest steps forward can begin to heal the most fractured of souls.

Us, in Lieu by @tepre (29k)

Teddy needs help and Harry needs funding. Draco sits in the other room and plays the piano.

you, a violent desire by @alpha-exodus (47k)

The Amortentia was an accident—but only the first time.

He Comes Like a Thunderstorm by @korlaena (140k)

Draco is doing his best to balance the life he wants to live and the life he’s forced to live. He’s nearing the tail-end of a long, post-war probation when Harry Potter crashes back into his life with all the grace of a charging Erumpent, breaking through his carefully constructed rules and routine. Caught up in a whirlwind of sex and lust, Potter unwittingly shows Draco that his life as an Incubus doesn’t have to be as lonely and unfulfilling as he thought, but how long can it last?

An Emerald In The Sky by @corvuscrowned (6k)

The hardest part about shagging an Unspeakable is that they’re not allowed to speak of anything. All Draco knows is that Harry works in Time. Harry works in Time, and while he’s out there in all of that time, it is as unforgiving to him as it is to anyone. Somewhere along the way, Draco realizes he's been thinking in lines, when he should have been thinking in circles.

Nobody's Ever Died Of A Broken Heart by Frayach (10k)

Harry staggers under a burden of grief, trying both to remember and to forget

There are only two good facts about Harry and Draco's disastrous marriage: it had been relatively short, and they had managed to produce a very lovely child. However, if they don't work together, they just might lose him.

Palace of Eternity by @gracerene (27k)

It had been twelve years, five months, and six days since the last time Harry had laid eyes upon Draco.

Loverboys by @corvuscrowned (84k)

As post-war violence and tensions rise, it seems as if there’s no hope to unify the wizarding world. Except, maybe, a manufactured relationship between resident Saviour Harry Potter and known purveyor of the Dark Arts Draco Malfoy. (The fact that they detest each other is beside the point.) But as Draco’s unrelenting mind games begin to wear him down, Harry has to remind himself that it’s all fake. The relationship is fake. The affection is fake. The pet names, the romance — even the engagement photos are fake. But there’s something in Draco’s kiss that might just be real.

Black Holes and Revelations by @femmequixotic (38k)

What was meant to be an unexpected one-off in the loo of a Camden bar turns into something rather different, much to Harry and Draco's surprise.

Tell Me a Secret by alexmeg (86k)

In which the bond is rooted in their emotions, everything goes even more wrong, and Harry is certain that he and Draco could never feel what the curse wants them to feel for each other. Until Harry does.

Now My Neck Is Open Wide (begging for a fist around it) by LadySlytherin (75k)

Six months post-war, Harry meets Grayson Wenke, a famousv Quidditch player. Harry believes he's found the love of his life, and a Happily Ever After ending suitable for the storybooks. When Grayson slowly goes from Prince Charming to a monster behind closed doors, Harry finds himself trapped, and alone, and fearing for his life. When Harry realizes he's pregnant, the opportunity for escape - and a real Happily Ever After - presents itself as none other than Draco Malfoy. The only question is if Harry is brave enough to take a chance, and strong enough to heal.

The Crane Lord of Gringotts by @vukovich (31k)

Harry is fine. Being an Auror is fine. Living with Ginny is fine. It's all fine. But it used to be a lot better.

Vis-à-Vis-à-Vis by @vukovich (49k)

Harry's assignment was simple. Close out Draco Malfoy's missing persons case so he can be declared dead. But who's making withdrawals from Malfoy's vaults? How is a death omen-turned-Unspeakable involved? Is an organization known as the Moirai to blame? Harry brushes it off until he can't. Until The Prophet is flooded with sightings of dead people. Until Robards throws himself on his sword. Until Ron turns on his own family. Until Harry scarcely trusts his own reflection in the mirror and trusts the stranger in his bed even less. Until all that stands between war and peace is Harry, a name plate, a stadium of murderers, and Draco Malfoy. God save the Ministry.

In His Nature by create_serenity (20k)

Harry agreed to have sex with Draco once a month in order to keep him alive, what he didn’t agree to was Draco popping up all over the place and disrupting his life in more ways than one.

Blood and Fire by @lqtraintracks (44k)

Harry has spent the last twelve years in Romania, not returning to England as often as he knows he should. It's complicated. But when Ginny asks him to be her best man and help her plan her wedding, he can't say no. Having a reckoning with his choices, with himself, won't be easy. To say nothing of seeing Draco again.

9 ½ Days by @magpiefngrl (69k)

After the events at the Manor, Harry and Draco find themselves stranded in the countryside with a broken wand and Death Eaters on their tail. This is the story of an uneasy truce, featuring faerie forests, seaside caves, Romani camps, kind old ladies, and a shared bed in an attic.

Or how two boys fell in love in the midst of a bloody coup.

Consequences of Redemption by bobbirose (120k)

When Draco makes an impromptu decision to rescue Harry Potter from Malfoy Manor, the two find themselves completely alone and facing the looming climax of the war against Voldemort. Harry must start from the beginning with Draco--and starting over has more consequences than either of them anticipated.

Both Hands by @sweet-s0rr0w (10k)

It’s been over a decade since Draco packed up his belongings and left, and Harry’s doing just fine. Really, he is. So when he spots the For Sale sign outside their old flat, he doesn’t think twice about arranging a viewing. Curiosity is only natural, right? And what harm can come from a quick trip down memory lane?

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Thunderstruck

Tyler Owens x OFC!

Description: When cowgirl meets cowboy after a year of no-contact and chaos ensues during storm season!

Rating: M (Mentions of blood and death in Tornadoes and storms alike, angst and loss of loved ones, car accidents, Tornado aftermath, and injury to characters, slight age gap (5 years))

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May, 2024

Oklahoma

There was something about Oklahoma during storm season, the smell in the air, like the promise death and destruction but wrapped up in the sweet scent of rain. A spring in Tornado Alley was never gonna be a peaceful one and no one knew that better that two groups of people, the people who lived there and the people who were stupid enough to chase the storms.

Riley St. James had unintentionally fallen into the second category. She blamed her genetics. Having someone like Jo Harding and her dad in her life all but guaranteed she would end up here. The rest stop they had decided to stop to gas up at apparently had been a popular choice. Other teams, all varying levels of profession, camped out just waiting for a storm. Some faces she recognized others she didn't. There were a lot more new faces than before, for a multitude of reasons she didn't want to think about.

She was one of them, she had to admit that, her celebrity in the community and among the middle of America was pretty strong. She hated it.

"Hey! Everything okay? What's it looking like out there?" Sarah Mitchell, Riley's research partner and best friend asked, sidling up next to the blonde. "I wish I could see what you see, it's kind of freaky."

"I wish I couldn't." Riley chuckled, "If you want I can give it to ya."

"Nah, it's what makes you, you. I could never take that from ya, love ya too much." Sarah joked as she threw her arm around Riley's shoulder, pulling the girl into her side and off balance. "Besides I don't think anyone would be able to handle just how awesome I would be if I had my brains and your instincts. I would be unstoppable."

"So humble."

"I try to be, it's not easy. I'll tell ya that."

"I bet."

"But really, what's it looking like out there right now?" Sarah sobered up a bit and they both went into work mode. Talking about the cells forming in the west and the lone wolf to the east.

"Look, the one to the east isn't going to produce anything. It's just not. The cap is way too strong. I've seen it happen a million times, you get close, it's about to touch down but there's not enough updraft for it to touch down and it just poofs out of existence. Trust me. Not worth our time."

"So, we go west then."

"You bet'cha." Riley grinned, passing off her tablet to a passing undergrad with a thanks and looking over just in time to see Javi roll up, a blonde woman in his front seat. "I really wish they weren't here. We're gonna be battling it out that's for sure. Why is nothing ever easy?"

"Because then life wouldn't be worth living." Sarah shrugged with a bright grin, looking down at Riley and laughed at the blonde as she groaned and flopped her head onto the slightly taller woman's shoulder.

"But why does it have to be so hard then? Shouldn't there be like an easy mode or somethin'?" Riley kept going and Sarah was more than happy to play along.

"I don't think it works like that unfortunately. Heads up." Sarah stood up straighter and made herself look busy with Dororthy.

"Is that-" A soft voice started, startled as Riley turned and locked eyes with another blonde woman. Her drown doe eyes wide as they locked onto Dorothy.

"Dorothy 6, had her since I was 18, a present from my aunt for my first official chase as an adult." Riley grinned a bit, "I haven't seen you around here, what's your name?"

"Kate. Your aunt?"

"Jo Harding. Riley St. James. Nice to meet you Kate," Riley looked to Javi with a strange look, at least to Kate, "You enjoying your time with Storm Par?"

Kate was taken aback and left reeling.

"I've read all of your papers." Kate blurted, eyes going wide, her cheeks heating up. Looking at Riely like she was some kind of unearthly being. Like Riley was better than her and while Riley had gotten used to the admiration and awe people would usually hold in their eyes this was different. She shifted a bit and rolled her shoulders back.

"Thanks. Did you like them?"

"Most of them were crazy, in a good way," Kate quickly corrected, holding out a hand in front of her palm up to clear the air of any miscommunication, "I mean you must have gotten a couple grants, at least, big ones."

"I did. Thankfully the money hasn't run out just yet, even though it looks worse for wear Dorothy here is a trooper. So is the Warlock."

"I believe it, aren't the doors alone like-"

"800 pounds each, we have to use the hydraulics system to get them open." Riley chuckled, "Thankfully that's never gone out, not yet anyway."

"Don't speak that into existence! Why would you say that?!" Sarah snapped, slapping Riley's shoulder, the blonde feigning injury and laughing when Sarah glared. "Seriously not funny! You think I wanna suffocate int there when the air runs out?"

"Sorry, sorry, I take it back."

"Thank you." Sarah huffed and crossed her arms, looking much younger than her real age at this moment.

"Sorry about her, she used to be a theatre major before meteorology corrupted her." Riley waved her hand and Sarah balked with an offended look and put a hand on her chest.

"I'll have you know, I was a theatre major with a creative writing minor... Get it right, and you call yourself my best friend, for shame." Sarah just shook her head, disappointment painted across every feature until it slips just a bit and she starts to laugh and Riley starts to laugh, but then they both went shock still and stood up straight. Clearing their throats and Kate looked to Javi, the man looking back to her with a winced smile.

"Look Riley, I just wanted to introduce you to Kate, she's the smartest person I know other than you. And I thought you two might hit it off, work well together." Javi explained with a hopeful smile, as if she wasn't here with the Warlock and a small army of underpaid and definitely overworked undergrads who couldn't be happier to be here.

"I already told you no Javi, and if you can't tell, I kind of already have my own team. Can't exactly leave them without their fearless leader. Sarah wouldn't be able to handle all the pressure on her own. They need me." Riley shrugged, as if to say, 'nothing I could do.'

"Yes, yes we do." Sarah agreed, moving shoulder to shoulder with Riley and nodding.

"And the only person I work for Javi, is me." Kate was very confused with the look shared between Javi and Riley that held a thousand words all while giving nothing away.

"What are you working on right now?" Kate blurted out, quickly raising a hand to her mouth and apologizing under her breath. Riley just looked at her with an unreadable look, and Kate started to shift awkwardly.

"Unfortunately I can't tell you that, but keep your eyes peeled." Riley winked and Kate's cheeks turned a shade pinker, knowing how silly she looked. Probably like every other fangirl. It was embarrassing. She had always wanted to meet the Riley St. James, pick her brain, ask her a million questions. She's seen more tornadoes in person than probably anyone else alive right now and lived through an F5. Like her. and kept chasing, kept fighting.

The conversation was interrupted by music blaring.

Ain't no love in Oklahoma....

The red truck made Riley freeze, Sarah shooting her a questioning glance before looking back to the truck, more specifically to the mad standing on the raised ledge of the driver's side door. Leading the group in a very familiar chant.

"What was that?! If ya feel it!"

"Chase it!" The crowd roared back and then cheered when her held up his fist in celebration. Shirts had begun to be sold, other merch items and Riley wanted to smile. But the feeling in her stomach, seeing Tyler be so Tyler. In the year she hadn't seen hide nor hair of him, he had not changed a bit. It was comforting in a way. A constant she didn't know she needed in her life until he wasn't there.

It felt like there was a bull standing on her chest. Watching him smile and autograph literally anything. She had pre-done that, and left two very trustworthy undergrad manning the table where all of that was held. Last she checked they were already sold out of the signed t-shirts she had done.

"Who are they?" Kate asked, leaning into her hip and crossing her arms over her chest. Watching the spectacle in fascination.

"Chasers out of Arkansas." Javi answered while Riley couldn't take her eyes off the blonde man going through the dog and pony show for his audience. He always had been a crowd pleaser. Knew how to work a crowd.

"Hillbillies with a YouTube channel." Sarah scoffed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

"Takes one to know one." Riley smirked, doing her best to fight her demons privately.

"You know if you weren't my best friend and boss, I would so smack you right now." Sarah huffs and Riley's smirk grew into a small grin. One of the few that met her eyes. The dark cloud receding just a bit. "I'm just saying. That whole rig and he doesn't even use it to conduct research. What a waste." Sarah buckled down, tossing an arm in the tornado wrangler's direction. One of the undergrads she had working for her motioned Riley over to Dorothy and she frowned. Laying a hand on Sarah's wrist, looking to Kate and Javi, grin still in place, but it was a little dimmer.

"Okay, it was great to meet you Kate. Javi. If you'll excuse us, we're on the clock." She pulled Sarah with her as Javi called her name. She ignored him and took the tablet from the intern reading the information on the screen and sighing. Looking up at the sky while listening to him explain the readings Dorothy was giving were a little weird and they should probably look at the software.

"Sarah, that's you. Grab Isaac and John, work it out in the next fifteen minutes." Her eyes stayed transfixed where they were as she handed the tablet to Sarah, "We've gotta get moving. Daniel last check on the barrels, don't make it obvious, you know the drill. And tell Jenney she needs to do the final checks in the van before we head out."

"You got it boss." Daniel nodded and took off. Riley sighed and laid a hand on Dorothy.

"Don't give up on me yet girl. Just a couple more, and then we can retire you. I promise."

"I thought I told you just because you talk to it like it's real doesn't mean it is." Sarah looked up from the tablet slightly. Looking at Riley through her lashes before focusing on the numbers on the screen again.

Riley licked her lips before clicking her tongue, "And I thought I told you to go get Isaac and John to crunch the number and figure out what was wrong with our lovely Dorothy here. Don't worry Dorothy, Sarah is gonna go work with the very smart undergrads we have with us and make you all better, okay?" Riley baby talked the piece of technology before looking to Sarah with feign innocence. Batting her eyelashes behind her aviators, Sarah couldn't see it because of how dark the lenses were, but she knew, "We're running out of time, tick tock."

Sarah just chuckled and shook her head, doing as told but before fully leaving. She turned over her shoulder and whisper-shouted, "You know if I weren't mad at you right now, I would warn you about the hunky cowboy storm chaser coming over here right now like a man on a mission. But I am, so I won't." With that she turns on her heel and all but sprints to the van that held all their monitors and receivers. Being constantly monitored by three of the undergrads.

Riley doesn't need to look back to hear the click of his boots, the same ones he's worn since she got them for him on their six-month anniversary. The slight jingle of the spurs giving them away. She wasn't dealing with this right now. She looked around, purposefully not in Tyler's approaching position, looking for an escape. Seeing Kate standing off to the side, watching the woman crouch down to pick a dandelion.

Riley's head tilted to the side and a soft grin came across her lips as she took off.

"Rile-" Tyler's voice was taken by the wind as she was too far by the time he got to where she used to be.

"My dad taught me to do that. All the tech is nice but uh, sometimes the old ways are just better ya know?" Riley shrugged, the older woman still looking at her like she was a god among men. She would take the ego boost, but it was a little much. "Compare wind direction versus cloud movement. Get a feel for the sheer. Where are you from?"

"New York."

Riley took in her answer for a second, pulled down her aviators to the tip of her nose and looked at Kate up and down. The older woman shocked to see startingly blue eyes, brighter blue than what she thought was natural.

"New York, huh? Long way from home." Riley pulled her glasses back up and crossed her arms over her chest. Settling into her hip.

"Yep." Kate was internally screaming, telling herself to say anything, something intelligent maybe? Hopefully.

"What do you see?" Riley nodded to the sky. The darker blonde taking a couple steps forward, leaving Kate to watch her back. White, high collared tank top giving way to toned arms and shoulders hit heavy with sun. Stray hairs curling at the nape of her neck out of her ponytail, the tied-up strands getting shifted by the wind. Kate swallowed hard and took a breath before meeting Riley where she was at.

"Two cells in the west. One in the East which on radar has better numbers and has the sky all to herself and good shear. Plenty of instability." Kate held her breath, looking at Riley out of the corner of her eye, waiting.

"Nice. I saw that too, but..." Riley lolled her head to the side before turning to look to Kate, hands on her hips.

"Cap is way-"

"-Too strong. I agree." Riley finished and smirked when Kate smiled at her. A light shining way back there in the depth. "You're good." The veteran chaser whistled, laughing when Kate looked down at her feet, rocking back on her heels. "What made you stop?"

Kate's head snapped up and she froze.

"You avoiding me Riley? I'll admit, that kinda hurt my feelings." Riley, on instinct turned around. Big mistake. Tyler Owens was right there in front of her, seston hat her dad had gotten him for a birthday of his, anniversary boots, million-watt smile as he squinted in the sun down at her. 

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A/N: Hello! I wanted to give you guys some chapters to read with this one, I know it's still in theaters and I have now seen it three times, will probably need to see it another three to finish what I have planned for this bad boy. SO, hold your caps, it's gonna be a wild ride. 

And I will get the chapters out as quickly as I can, I promise! (I wish I could put like a thumbs up emoji here - but I can't it lowkey makes me sad) 

[non-binaryandbisexual]

Took me a half hour to write but I decided to make a fanfic of an alternate ending for the roommates that's both dark and bittersweet and I hope you like it

She managed to climb out of the hole, a grave she unintentionally dug for herself, struggling as her undead body was covered in one large stab wound made by her own son.

His last words to her stuck in her mind for a while as she walked slowly towards the place she last saw her teammate, careful as to not use the last bit of energy she had left to complete one last task.

It wasn't a task made by the secret keeper, she failed that one for sure, she decided that even at the beginning of the day, though she was hoping that at least one of her friends made it on without her, at least she was hoping earlier.

Unfortunately, she already knew he was dead, both of them were, she wasn't surprised she saw her teammate, covered in wounds similar to her large one, albeit more spread out on his body and smaller in size.

"Oh Grian......."

She slowly turned his body to see his face, eyes and mouth open, that Cleo closed in order to give him rest, though she wouldn't let this giant hole be his resting place, neither hers or ethos.

She picked him up in one arm, surprisingly easy considering her size compared to his, to which she chuckled somnly at, and began climbing up out of the crater, caused by an explosion designed to kill their enemies and buy her enough time to try and escape the carnage.

"Thank you for sacrificing yourself for me, even if it didn't work, but you don't have to worry anymore, we're going home, Grian."

She walked again, towards their home, the place where she formed a alliance, one where Grian left his lonely egg for, one where they all decided they would stick together until the end, it was the deal after all.

And stick together they did, never once stabbing one another in the back for a selfish or personal reason, staying loyal even when it meant death for them, they were family, and they protected each other the best they could

She made it to her castle, and was shocked to see someone on the ground, Etho, covered in arrows and collapsed on the floor right in front of the staircase leading to their entrance.

She wasn't shocked at seeing him dead, rather shocked at seeing he didn't even make it inside before being brutally killed and left on the ground, they couldn't even bother bringing him inside, at least his eyes were closed when she looked at his face.

"Dammit."

She sighed sadly before walking over, taking the arrows out of him and picking him up into Cleo's other arm, having both her dead teammates in her arms made her want to collapse with both of them right then and there, but this wasn't the place to rest, not when she was right there at the front door.

She climbed the steps and finally stepped inside, looking to see the place having been damaged somewhat, although not as bad as she thought, for Cleo was able to see the room they made for her other son, who she hoped was safe and wished the best for.

She could also see a crafting table and set both Grian and Etho, seeing also that Grian's pet not inside it's room, apologizing that he couldn't see it one last time.

She used what little materials she found in their chests to make beds, one for each of them to lay in, and placed them against the wall, before going back to her boys and picking them up again.

Cleo then laid herself down in the middle bed, with her letting go of Etho on her left, and Grian on her Right, using her now empty hand to pick up the one large blanket she made and cover all 3 of them on the beds.

She stared up at the ceiling, tears falling from her eyes as she could feel herself starting to fade, looking to her right, she took a hold of Grian's shoulder, pulling him closer to her.

"I'm so glad you decided to come live with us, even if you had a better chance of winning with other people. I know you hated that egg but I'm grateful for it, since it gave you the chance to join us. You were right, we did stick together, even as reds.......good bye, Grian"

She kissed his head, then looked over to her left at Etho, pulling him closer her like Grian, with the same smile on her face.

"I still mean what I said......you being my favorite. I know I don't need to tell you this but........I don't know why but I feel like I have to anyway. I don't know if we'll be allies in the next game but you'll still always be my favorite no matter what happens......good bye, Etho."

She kissed him as well, continuing to hold both of them close to her. She then looked up at the ceiling, tears still falling from her eyes, before she closed them and said one last thing before she finally let herself fade away.

"I'm proud of us........"

Cleo succeeded at her task.

[starst0nes]

Gojo x Reader

Grim Reaper - Chapter 1

Materialist

[WARNINGS: explicit language, cursing, and adult content ahead] THIS IS ALL MADE UP:>

ya’ll be nice plzz

SUMMARY: In the dark abyss where the Grim Reaper reigns and the strongest beings roam, an unexpected phenomenon begins to unfold: love. But is it genuine affection or merely the allure of finding someone who matches their power? Dive into the shadows to uncover the truth as their forbidden romance teeters on the edge of chaos and revelation.

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Y/n’s POV

~Year 2006~

"Chris, I regret to inform you that you have passed away. You won't be able to communicate with your wife any longer," I stated firmly to the 74-year-old man. "Please, I can't die yet! Are you a god? Please, I'm begging you!" he pleaded, tears welling in his eyes as he touched my arm. "Don't touch me!" I unintentionally exclaimed, causing the old man's soul pain. I sighed heavily, with 2000 deaths pending in Italy due to cursed spirits, I was already stretched thin. "Listen, Chris, you've passed on, and l'm not a deity-I'm merely the Grim Reaper here to guide you to the afterlife."

I'm utterly spent...I just completed my duty guiding souls through Italy and Switzerland. Surprisingly drained considering the task, but dealing with stubborn spirits, clinging to denial despite their tragic ends, wears on me. The interference of the cloaked bastard only compounds the challenge.

l'm not really the only Grim Reaper, there's another figure cloaked in superiority and strength. He's beyond fatigue or hunger, unlike me. Frankly, I have question my purpose as a Grim Reaper, I emerged a mere millennium ago, long after life had begun. Why even create me then? And why in this striking form, unlike the cloaked figure's ominous presence? Perhaps he's attractive as well, though I've yet to see his face. Still, I refuse to dress like him! Who'd prefer being escorted by a creepy cloak when they could have a stunning woman in a sleek black dress? At least I offer souls a glimpse of the beauty awaiting them in the afterlife.

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Y/n’s POV

As I sat lost in thought at some Italian cafe, a gleaming gold card materialized in my hand, prompting a smirk to my lips. "Gold? Is Gojo Satoru meeting his end?" It seemed that I had a new assignment awaiting me in Japan. The appearance of these cards signified souls in need of guidance, most often represented by ordinary black cards, but the rare gold ones were reserved for individuals of great significance, like Gojo Satoru. With purpose, I rose from my seat and casually made my way to the restroom. With a subtle twist of reality, I found myself standing in Tokyo, Japan. The weight of Jujutsu High bore down on me, its cursed aura sapping my strength despite my immunity to curses. “Why here, of all places, did fate choose to claim him?!” My pace quickened, the echo of my heels resounding with urgency. As I reached the scene, disbelief washed over me. "Gojo Satoru is really on the brink of death?" His form lay prone, blood staining the ground, while a formidable figure strode away. "Toji Fushiguro?" I mused aloud, intrigued by the irony of his defeat at the hands of one devoid of curse energy.

As I cautiously approach him, my face covered by the brim of my hat, I can't help but think about the irony of his impending demise. "How unfortunate, your birth certainly simplified my task here in Japan," I muse aloud, ever since the honored one was born the deaths lessen since most deaths are caused by curse spirits. I was about to approach him only to be startled by his sudden movement. "Wait, he's not dead yet?" I exclaim in disbelief, realizing he's employing the Reverse Cursed Technique. Panic sets in as I tear open the card, revealing the name "Toji Fushiguro..." Before I can process this revelation, a feeling of being watched washes over me. Could it be the eerie cloaked figure? Frantically scanning my surroundings, my gaze lands on the barely conscious individual before me, and our eyes lock in a chilling moment of recognition.

I swiftly disappeared the moment our gazes intertwined. Could it be because of his six eyes? Impossible, six eyes couldn't have such an effect. I'm a Grim Reaper, I encountered him when he was just a child, though he never saw me. "Why am I so panicked? It's merely a coincidence Y/n ,relax," I muttered to myself. This was the first time I'd locked eyes with anyone since I always concealed mine from the souls I guided, technically, they could only see my mouth. "This sensation is new to me” I mused, scanning my surroundings, only to realize I had teleported across the country. "Are you serious?!! Do you have any idea how much energy it takes to travel without a door?!" I sighed, feeling the need for a glass of wine.

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Y/n’s POV

“Creepy cloaked?" I gasped as he materialized before me. "It's rare to see you, Y/n," he remarked, to which I shot him a glare. "Yes, and I'd prefer it to stay that way," I retorted, my undying hatred for him simmering beneath the surface. It had been exactly 62 years since our last encounter. "Interesting to see you causing less trouble”he remarked, his voice husky. We were in a crowded restaurant, and I tried to keep my voice low so as not to draw attention. "What brings you here?" I whispered, eyeing him warily. "The gold card, hand it over," he demanded, extending his hand. "Why should I? It came to me, meaning I'm meant to have it," I replied defiantly, intrigued by the card's significance. "You know you can never receive Gold Cards," he argued. "Well, I have one now," I said, tauntingly waving it in front of him. "Jealous?" Anticipating his use of powers, I quickly used up my energy and teleported myself to Tokyo, Japan, before he could react.

Gasping for air, I cursed under my breath, knowing the Cloaked bastard was hot on my heels. Despite my dwindling energy, I dashed into the school, barely keeping myself upright. Inside, the air felt thick, suffocating, making every breath a struggle. With a last burst of strength, I crawled myself out the gate, feeling utterly humiliated by my weakness.

“The deity requests your presence."

To Be Continued…

[xoxojisu]

so im reading the demon slayer manga now bc it was alr spoiled for me so i figured why wait for the movies just read it so now im reading and @suniix was SO RIGHT. SOBBINGGGGGGG. manga spoilers below

kanao :(((( sweet girl is finally crying :(((( i love that she went "i am kanao tsuyuri. younger sister of kanae kocho and shinobu kocho." LIKE YESSSS TELL HIMMMM. anyways absolutely sobbing i am destroyed. dead now kill me now. shinobu popped off for dying so nobly and avenging kanae. samesies for kanao now go marry tanjiro. either way it was so meaningful how they all got the revenge they wanted <33 TAKE THAT DOUMA.

akaza's love story was so unexpectedly sweet? his story was lowk so cliche but i absolutely ADORED it nonetheless. not much to say there bc i have no complaints :) very sweet and very vanilla-ish

GENYA AND MUICHIRO NOOOOO 😭😭 sweet babies did not deserve to die. but at least they helped take down upper one so they kinda ate w that!! muichiro is one of my fav charas ever so im super devastated abt him like no baby no! and OMG SANEMI AND GENYAAAAA. i always knew that sanemi still loved him and didnt forget anything and all but seeing him say it was so touching. he just wanted him to live a good life with a wife and kids :(( (bruh why didnt he just say that then...) but still hes so sweetie!! i love angry sanemi sm its so funny i liked how it was like "you should live a goddamn good life with a goddamn wife and goddamn kids goddamnit!!" like hes so unintentionally funny 😭 elaborating further on their deaths, 1. muichiro. THE SCENE WITH YUICHIROOOOO. bruh why did he have to die. he was 14. nOOOJEREIUIUAI MY BABYYYYYYYYY. anyways he went out with a bang 10/10. 2. genya!! literally sobbed seeing his final words and sanemi's reaction. wish that he could've lived so they could've had happy brotherly moments :(( his final moments were so sweet and emotionallll 10/10 super sweetie pie and i like his gun

yoriichi is so sweetie pie. i love him 10/10 super cool super genius super caring super slay literally created breathing forms. unfortunately dying standing up and one breath away from killing one of the biggest opps ever was not very sigma but i can overlook it for everything else hes done. (brainrot is taking over my brain) his love story with uta is so sweet. he never loved anyone else. just her. and she understood him like nobody else did im sobbing. so sweet i cannot 😭😭 they completed each other!! its so interesting to see how differently yoriichi and koku perceived their situation. just goes to show you that life is what you make of it, and you may not know as much as you think you do about certain people. dont make assumptions! just love others <3

obanai backstory is so sad :(( i always wondered why he wore the bandages and now ik. sweet sweet boy. also OBAMITSU IS MY LITERAL EVERYTHING. THEY ARE SO PERF TOGETHER LIKE THEY ARE ACTUAL PERFECTION. RAHHHHHHH

bro tamayo is so smart. FOUR DRUGS?! in THAT AMT OF TIME?!?! goddamn girl rly popped off! also how can muzan like freaking summon their souls to come back like how tf does that even work. whaaaaaat.

well ig the person who spoiled 4 deaths for me neglected to say HIMEJIMAAAAAAUR. NAAAAUURURRURURRUR COME BACKKKKKKKKKKK. but im glad that he got to see his temple fam and stuff and they apologized to him and explained everything. sweetie pieeeee :((

okay so when i said "go marry tanjiro" to kanao i was like half joking BUT LIKE IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED?!?!?!?! YESSSSSS. and then there's uh. nezuko and zenitsu. uh. (hes not good enough for her im sorry i just never liked him that much even tho he was funny) also inosuke and aoi wasn't toooootally random but like it kinda was. i lowk thought aoi and zenitsu would end up tg. idk what i thought would happen to nezuko's love life but i thought the whole zenitsu thing was just a giant joke but it actually ended up working out. oh im curious as to who sanemi and giyu had children with also. (me guys. it was me.)

and im just so emotionally scarred. genuinely dont think i can recover from that wtf. i still cant believe they all died. goodnight.