#twin grief

[jesncin]

"Birthdays" a fancomic about grief and loneliness. A reimagining of John's relationship with Golden Boy.

Happy birthdays, Constantine 🧁

[elycetellsall]

“when i’m queen I will create a new order”

[c3berus]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 — price, gaz & simon SHORT angst.

𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: you’re soap’s identical and grieving twin brother and you’d do anything to get your boys happy again, even if it meant that you disappeared.

2 months.. that��s how long it’s been since you two have got into one of your brotherly scuffles.

60 days..that’s how long it’s been since you’ve heard johnny’s obnoxious laughing .

1,440 hours..that’s how long it’s been since simon looked at you.

86,400 minutes..fucking hell that’s how long it’s been since you’ve shared a bed with your husband.

and 5,184,000 seconds..that’s how long it’s been since you became a stranger to your own boys.

you knew why they didn’t want to associate with you— you looked exactly like Johnny. you knew when they saw you, they saw your brother— cold, dead, soaking in his blood, reliving his life in seven long and emotion filled minutes. you knew they couldn’t help but grieve but god did it hurt any less. you knew that you were a key reminder of exactly what they lost.

but did that give them the right to treat you like this? like a stranger? you didn’t want that. you wanted a sense of familiarity. you wanted to grieve with them— to cry and remember with them. which is what lead you here— holding a pair of clippers with the initials ‘J.M’ carved into the side in the sloppy handwriting you knew too well. you gripped the clippers tighter knuckles turning white and you took a deep breath and removed the towel from the mirror.

you physically shuddered at the sight that greeted you. you looked miserable, hell you were miserable, you were on the brink of a breakdown and you had to do something about it. your eyes had horrible bags, themselves being bloodshot. your hair untamed and unkept, you tore your eyes away from the mirror, eyes blurred over with unshed tears. his blue eyes was what disturbed you, except they were yours. but yours were a pathetic replica that would never match the weight of his, they would never come close.

you turned the clippers on giving yourself one last pathetic once over before lifting the clippers to your hair. clump by clump and sob by sob johnny was back. johnny was home. your boys would be happy and everything would be normal. you’d make sure of it.

even if it meant you disappeared with his return..

even if you wouldn’t be able to welcome him back yourself..

even if you had to wipe every trace of your being or break and bend every piece of flesh and bone to bring your baby brother home.

you’d do it one thousand times over. you’d consume his very being from his mannerisms to his golden retriever like nature, you’d do it. you did it. you rid all of your clothes and instead took on his, a little tight fitting but who cares? you cut your hair to be just as it was two months ago. you took back up on some hobbies, the ones you had two months ago.

simon immediately greeted you with a hug, it almost made you nauseous, you almost wanted to claw his hands off of you with how much his touch was foreign. instead, you embraced him with just as much passion.

kyle broke down before punching your shoulder and cracking jokes.

and your husba-‘good to have you back soap’ oh..

that sent a slimmer of pain through your body. when your husband looked at you he didn’t see you. he saw johnny. you know he did, those eyes? he didn’t see his husband. you looked exactly like him, you acted like him, got his exact tattoos. you hated how sick and twisted you were to do this but as they say..grieving actions are the worst— best remedy. as time went on, it hurt less, yo-no johnny felt welcomed.

johnny was welcome.

johnny was happy.

johnny was home.

[tangledinink]

i can regret the situation without regretting my choices. i would never take it back.

[hddlestn]

my biological parents who birthed and raised me exactly

[paracosm-draw]

I think grieving single father exhausted nerdy out of the dating pool awkward Anakin is my favourite flavour of Anakin

Give him a self-conscious divorced Obi-Wan who thinks his young and beautiful neighbour could never be attracted to an old guy like him and I'm hooked

[2aceofspades]

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[darkeyedreamer14]

POV. You're both a blonde, blue themed capitan, with some messed up age and a friend who supposedly "died" during the war but then came back missing a limb/limbs and you somehow ended up on opposite sides of the fight, and also a different friend who you fought one war with and another war with their child/children

And obviously, I had to add this as well

[waitineedaname]

when im writing them, i often find myself thinking about the difference between jiang cheng and wei wuxian's anger. im not sure how to put it into words, but the way they both express anger is so interesting to me bc like... for jiang cheng, it tends to be his first response. he's confronted with something unpleasant and the safest response is to be angry and lash out, because then that protects the vulnerability hidden beneath whatever has upset him. his anger tends to be explosive, with shouting and violence, until eventually it ebbs away and the vulnerable emotion underneath is revealed. wei wuxian, however, tends to let it simmer until it eventually boils over. I think about the confrontation with jin zixun about the wens a lot, and how you can see him trying to keep a lid on the anger at first, and how that makes him cold and sharp (which is made all the more striking by how warm he is under better circumstances) until finally he can't keep a lid on it anymore and the anger boils over, which is the point at which you should probably aim to leave his general vicinity because an angry wei wuxian is very, very scary

[jesncin]

Reunion and Loss. A continuation of Twin in the Mirror and Chimera Twin Constantine, a remix of the Golden Boy arc from Hellblazer.

A story of Two Constantine brothers and the different ways they handled grief after losing each other at birth.

[galehive]

this is one of my favorite short films and the kind of content aware scale thing that they do with her face in this moment is just. obscenely, grievously effective to me

[sun-snatcher]

The twins had nightmares often.

Elrond dreamt of an unquenchable fire.

Not the kind that tempered steel and glowed like a light, but the kind that scalded and blistered and burned to the touch. He’d wake up wailing his body was alight, tears in his eyes when he ran for Maedhros’ comforting touch, and would ramble between his weeping about what he’d seen— blinding, searing flames; the smell of ashen flesh and skin.

Elros dreamt of the shores.

Sometimes he was drowned into a black maw by mighty waves of the tide crashing against cliffs, but most of the time he was often gazing into the dimming white eye of a beast, sinking somewhere beneath the abyssal depths of the sea. He never woke up frightened like his brother did, but he always woke up with a grief so profound in his chest it rendered him inconsolable.

And so Maglor took to lullabying them to sleep when he could whenever came nightfall, because they swore his voice seemed the only thing able to calm their dreams into something more restful and peaceable.

(It didn’t always work, though.)

Maedhros and Maglor discerned it early on as the Mannish trait of the Peredhil simply presenting itself in muddled dreams, borne from the horrors of war at too fragile an age; a chimerical hybrid of memories blurring with child-like fantasy.

It will take them a long while later, when the brothers finally stand— one at the foot of a fiery pit, and the other at the heart of the sea— and alas, realise then; the Peredhel twins were terrorised not by their dreams, but by their gift of foresight.

[tangledinink]

part one.

to dumbass twin brothers everywhere. april 13 1997 - may 11 2022.

[fisherrprince]

coroner voice the short stories got her

(I have received... several invitations. I do not think they're seriously expecting us, but it would be rude not to attend, right?)

[rotinmycore]

sorrow is the twin of grief.

[here-comes-the-moose]

I made myself super emotional. I was thinking about deceased loved ones sending signs to those who are still alive, and I was hit with the image of the batch and Phee receiving signs from Tech.