#warnings: grief

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BIRD HUNT — series m.list

nonidol!choi line x f!reader

gotham city is a gutter running rampant with the ill, corrupt, and the insane. at times, justice and vengeance must be served by one's own hand... no matter the lengths one must go to do so.

▷ genre. bat family au, dc comics inspired, dark, vigilantes au, slow burn, ceo/billionaire au, cat woman!reader, murder mystery au, action, suspense, angst, slow burn-ish?, love square??; choi line inspired by dick grayson (csb), jason todd (cyj), and tim drake (cbg), including bruce wayne for choi minho and damian wayne for nishimura riki, inspired by 2022's The Batman ; i haven't decided who's end game yet LOL there might be multiple endings

▷ warnings (do read). vulgar language, depictions of violence, mentions of blood, usage and description of weaponry, depictions of corruption and assault, murder/death, grief turning to revenge/vengeance, no one is sane tbh, kissing, yn actually has a lot of cats; each installment will have its own warnings per the content it holds

▷ taglist. open // update schedule. whenever i remember </3

▷ total wc. tbd // each part is ~4k each

a/n: this has been one of my passion projects for so long tbh :') if this flops ... let's pray for the best!! but it's okay bc i love it too much <//3 the biggest thanks and so much love+appreciation to @loveliestfelix for being my hype woman from the beginning of this project ilysm 💖

CHOI FAMILY FILES_ unlocked.

⌕ TEASER!

FILE_00 : PERSONNEL (character guide)

FILE_01 : A THING FOR STRAYS

FILE_02 : BEHIND EVERY MAN

FILE_03 : BY THE TAIL

FILE_04 : DEATH BRINGS US TOGETHER

FILE_05 : FALL WHERE THEY MAY

FILE_06 : ARMS OF AN ANGEL

FILE_07 : RED ON THE LEDGER

FILE_08 : BURN AFTER READING

...pending

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[ct-tupperware]

Kix + caring immensely about his brothers

[ooooo-mcyt]

Does anyone ever find it a bit chilling that it was poppies?

Jimmy hands Scott a flower a poppy, a flower associated with death and grief (especially in context of war), to mark the beginning of their marriage, and Scott takes it, lovingly, before they find a valley filled with poppies (along with other flowers, but poppies were their flower) to build their home in.

And then Jimmy is swept up in the war (they both are, but jimmy is the one who wanted it, who burned to fight, and who argued with scott about it until scott gave in). Jimmy dies there. And Scott is left in a grief spiral, completely overwhelmed and choked by despair so heavy he can't survive it.

I know we often use poppies as a positive symbolism, a symbol of love, of the happy days before the war, making it bittersweet at worst if we want to go for post-relationship angst.

But personally I find it haunting that it was poppies of all flowers. The pure visual and implications of their 'proposal' being Jimmy handing Scott a poppy specifically, knowing the full context of how the season ends for them, gets me.

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THE GHOST OF YOU — TEASER!

pairing - park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: sm!au, ghost!au, comedy, and I believe that’s all!

warnings: major character death (not necessarily sad but funny), grief (they joke around to grieve so nothing triggering), this teaser is set a year before the actual smau starts! tbh that’s all but if I missed something please let me know!

UPDATE: HELLO THIS SMAU IS NOW OUT! masterlist found -> here!!

coco’s <3 note: this is a teaser for my new smau that will be published sometime after that’s the thing finishes (which is soon hehe) so I hope this can give you a small taste of what’s to come from it !! i didn’t add anything too crazy because i don’t wanna spoil it just yet :) if you have any questions feel free to send them my way! ALSO BECAUSE I GOT CONFIRMATION - tagging my love @odxrilove who has fr fr has helped me with this plotline so much without her I’d actually lose my mind on this smau !!

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[anghraine]

ROTJ ruled, as usual— it has more flaws than my beloved ESB for sure, and more than ANH, but the highs are so good and so rewarding in a way that never gets old.

One of my favorite parts this time around comes after Anakin tells Luke it's too late for him to ever go back (a belief explicitly shared by Palpatine, Yoda, and Obi-Wan, but not by Luke until that moment—and only for a little while). Luke withdrawing into "Then my father is truly dead" is always great, especially the shot of him in the lift, surrounded by taller men in Imperial uniforms with his shoulders and back rigidly straight and the warmth in his expression gone. But the thing that really makes it is not ending the scene with Luke disappearing, but letting that rejection linger by shifting to Anakin and just letting seconds tick by as he contemplates what's just happened.

He doesn't actually do much—just walks a few steps and reflects. His body language isn't overwhelmingly despondent or anything. Obviously we can't see his face. And yet we feel how hard that hit and how much he's dwelling on it. He's all but encouraged this response from Luke and yet it feels like it's really, truly sinking that this isn't at all what he wants from Luke.

He doesn't want Luke to call Palpatine (or anyone) master, I don't think; he just considers it inevitable, the only possibility other than Luke's death. And for Anakin, death above all is the thing to prevent.

Everything Anakin says is about things he or they must do, or what cannot be escaped, or destiny, but all of these things he says to Luke are ultimately about Not Getting Yourself Killed. There's no sense of choice beyond submission or destruction.

(Anakin does know he's done terrible things, clearly, but his takeaway from that understanding is that he's gone too far to turn back. That sense of powerlessness, the inability to make a choice that really means anything, pervades his characterization in ROTJ in particular.)

But I feel like, while he still feels powerless after Luke leaves, there's also this sense of a slow, half-buried epiphany. This isn't what he wants.

[yyshcul]

(dis)comfort in your absence.

the short film that i worked on from mid november to the end of december! i've already received my score so i think i'm allowed to post it now. it's the first short film that i've ever made & i don't have a lot of experience in animation & and know NOTHING about sound design so please ignore the flaws v__v pretend they don't exist.

animated in adobe photoshop & adobe premiere pro

for the background noise / music i downloaded a few lmms files that i found online and played around with them a little bit

[54625]

"Have you no more memories?"

I am made of memories.

"Speak, then."

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yesterday's petal | nct na jaemin

“I see.” A petal of yesterday falls. “I’ll take care of them now.”

pairing » nct na jaemin x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)​

trope/au » ​non-idol au!, established relationship au!

genre » angst! just full angst!, grief and longing, reader remembering all the good times spent with jaemin, hurt and hope to move on, boyfriend na jaemin who took care of you so well, and you who loved him as much as he loves you

word count, estimated reading time » 1628, ~6 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » major character death, grief and loss, sorry not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 part of 'especially to you...'

didn't think that my first nct story on this app would be this but...i needed this badly...

i am also getting back into nct! i might be able to go to dream's concert this year and i'm so excited! feel free to send me some nct content and help me catch up hehe

but other than that...

in a world where everyone seems to fit in so well and so easily...i hope that someday things will be better for me 🫂

With the amount of times you hit the door frame against the overhanging bell of the shop, it’s no surprise that the older woman recognises you.

Usually, she greets her customers brightly, especially those who look nervous and overwhelmed by her overflowing love and care towards the flowers that she prides herself on. At first, it was like that for you too, but the brightness of it all only lasted a few milliseconds at most.

She’s not new to her job; no, she’s not. She’s been doing this for years, having been brought up to it by her mother who has heavily influenced her to decorate all kinds of events with the delicate being, bringing in colours from one corner of the room to the other. But she knew the second you walked in her door without having to take your hat, scarf or sunglasses off, that you’re different from any of the other customers.

She can sense it from far away: a heart that has stopped beating. Amidst the chaotic, busy world, where most of the time a pin cannot be heard even in the library, she can feel the dejected feeling that your heart clenches painfully and that it never begs to differ. She wonders if you’ve always been like this or if you change under a different circumstance. Did her shop remind you of something unpleasant? Was it making you remember a painful memory that you never want to revisit ever again? 

But you always kept coming back. If not every day, every second day. And this, without fail.

She wishes she had the courage to ask why the corners of your lips have never raised, why your hands are always limped by your side, swaying tirelessly beside your even tired heart. She wishes she could ask why your eyes are always so puffy and sometimes bloodshot when you bow to her as a greeting whenever you exit. And, she would always wonder the reason behind why you would pick up the same flowers every time. Again, with the number of times you visit, she wonders if you’re giving them away or if you just like to fill your room, and perhaps at this point house, just like her.

She never asks because of the way you held the stem of her flowers between your hands. It’s an interesting way to handle her art: you rest the bottom of the stem on your palm with your fingers curving up to make a little bowl while the fingers of your other hand are curled towards the centre of your palm, the little circle however always big enough that when you step over to the counter, the green stalk bounces around the circumference of the circle as you take your step towards her.

Just like every other day, you tapped your card on the machine and left after mouthing a ‘thank you’ when the affirmatory tick was displayed on the screen, a pair of curious eyes behind your slumped shoulders.

Your feet take you to the place that you go to every day, the navigation of getting there already deeply ingrained in you to even try and suppress. With each step, comes the setting of the city that you used to walk with your beloved boyfriend. So many memories are spent in every turn of the city, with every store being visited once whether it be a cafe or a baby clothing store. There was usually no purpose to your visits but the hand that held yours tightly made you remember that sometimes roaming around with no purpose brings the best moments in life. 

The scent of the ramen shop across the street makes you hold your breath for a second, not wanting to trigger the accompanying cilantro scent that your nose remembers. The whirring of the coffee machine that you just passed only makes the inside of your mouth dry, remembering the unhealthy shots of caffeine that your boyfriend would drink without a thought in mind. The uneven paths of the ground play with your balance but this time, Na Jaemin isn’t here to hold on to you or even playfully joke around with you to say that he will ‘never let you fall the same way you already fell for him now’.

God, you just want to experience them again.

The way your friends found their significant others while you mull over the fact that Jaemin has left and will never come back. Not in this life, at least. So many times you would pray that you’ll find someone else but even when another person has shown interest in you and you accepted their offer to take you out on a date, you find yourself only thinking of Jaemin endlessly. 

At first, you thought he cursed you. Just like how he would say he would if you ever woke him up from his after-school nap even though it was supposed to be a movie date at the cinemas. 

But now you know that you’re just not ready for the change that took away the only person who loves you and that you love back an infinite times more. You’re not ready to have another person holding you, kissing you and whispering sweet nothings to you no matter your mood. 

You just want Na Jaemin back.

“Hey…” You arrive at your destination, the glossy stone reflecting the sullen look on your face, hair messy both from the win and simply not caring about readjusting it back; that was supposed to be Jaemin’s thing after all. “How are you doing today?”

Your choice of clothing today is questionable: white shorts when you know that you will be sitting down on the ungrassed Earth. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop you because all you wanted after a tiring day of high school and trailing behind your friends who had their arms joined with the love of their life, is to just talk to Jaemin in a more eye-levelled state. 

The conversations are endless and you make sure not to leave the slightest bit of detail from the day. You try your hardest to be positive, knowing well that Jaemin will always like you that way but one of the reasons why you love him is because if you did cry, he would still love and care for you without judgement or doubt. And the realisation that you’ll never see those eyes that you have fallen in love and would get lost in sinks in again.

You sob. Cry. Weep. Bawl. 

You could scream. Yell. Shout.

And it’s killing you inside all the same.

“I’m so tired of being so lonely when there’s so many people around me, Nana.” Your chin rests on your folded knees to your chest, arms around your legs but hands still holding the flower the same as before. “I’m so tired of being jealous of my friends that they’re still making happy memories with their other person.” The tears stream down your face even more, gulping down your sorrows and pain.

You relish how the coldness of the wind numbed your cheek; at least you’re feeling something.

“I do believe that the time when everything will be better will come and I do believe that the more I understand my feelings, it will get better eventually,” you sniff and gasp out of air, “but I still wish that I didn’t have to rely on time. I wish that I didn’t have to delve in deep and go through all of this.”

His name engraved on the stone only made it harder for you to see anything, your tears blurring your surroundings and the wind only making you cry harder. You take in a shaky breath and though it was not satisfactory, you’re still thankful that it gave you a little more energy to get lost in the feeling of grief.

“I love you.” You repeat a few more times. “And I hope that someday, whenever I hear your name, only the good memories and things you taught me will replay in my head.”

Your fingers reach over to the curves and lines of his name and you smile remembering how his mother included you in the font and general typography, knowing how much the relationship that you both shared has always been a healthy one for both ends. You continue to run over the engraving more, moving your hand back and forth. You continue to blurt out your last few moments of the day along with your plans for the next twenty-four hours before you would rant to him again.

But like you said, time will eventually come and make it all better and currently, the heaviness in your chest is more bearable now. You jump up to your more stable feet, eyes on the flowers that cover the front side of the base. Slowly, you laid the new one between the ones from before. You stare at how it finds its place so easily despite being only introduced a few seconds ago, and you nod at how it may not be you anytime soon.

As you spare a final glance at the fresh flower on top of the one that you just gifted him yesterday, you note the peace that it’s finally been given, still and no longer twirling and swirling in the circle that you have made for it.

When you walk away, the flower looks at how you drag your feet across the soil, and the yesterday flower whispers, “They're still the same as yesterday.” A message that has continued and passed on from the very first one that you laid in hopes of Jaemin knowing that he’s never forgotten.

“I see.” A petal of yesterday falls. “I’ll take care of them now.”

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[icaruspendragon]

girls will be like, “i don’t have catholic guilt. i use the imagery when writing because it’s fun to play around with!” and then write this:

[bobbysdeath]

In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remembering them is the same: nhớ. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Có nhớ mẹ không? I flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me?

I miss you more than I remember you.

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[15.41] yunho × reader

⇀ i love you before i met you and until we meet again, i'll love you enough for the both of us

⇁ tw : death/miscarriage, dark theme, grief, loss, funeral. read at your own discretion

wc : 2.6 k

genre : angst, married life!au, parent!au

a/n : read this while listening to txt's nap of a star. go on, i dare you

"Yeah, hyung, I can help review the file you just sent me," Yunho sighed as he dragged a hand down his face, tired over everything that has been happening in his life and household. "No, yeah it's no problem at all I promise," Yunho ensured as he walked towards the room at the end of the hall to take a peek inside. "Uh... (y/n)'s... She's doing fine I think..." He sighed as he looked at your figure on the rocking chair, looking blankly out the window with a seal plushie in your lap, "She's trying to cope I think but we're doing fine."

That was in fact a lie. Neither you nor he was doing fine. 'Fine' is a cover to not let his members worry for him or you, a way to politely let them know that both you and he, God, especially you, needed time to process everything and just have your space. Considering the sensitive situation and especially how it was still fresh, his members were understanding enough to give him what he needs. Heck, they were even ready to march down Kim Gyuwook's office and demand more time off, not knowing that said CEO had already given him indefinite time off, literally as much time as he needed.

It had been exactly three days since you came back from the hospital without the baby you have been waiting for, two days since you last touched him, and the last time you ever will. It was when he was in his tiny coffin before you and your husband buried the child that should have been able to enjoy the world that wanted to welcome him. He was so small, so beautiful. Even as a fetus, you could see that he resembled Yunho as crazy as it sounded. You held the fingers that should have held yours gently, you caressed the feet that let you know that you were not alone all those time, and you and your husband gently laid a picture of your wedding day on the baby as to assure him that he would never be alone and that his parents will always be with him just as he would be with them. That was then and now you were left with only yearnings of him.

Six months you spent growing and loving him, showering him with the assurance that you and his dad were waiting for him, telling him about what kind of decorations you got for his room, telling him about the people that were going to be there in his life and those who are gone but will always be with him. You have felt him before you could touch him, you have cared for him before knowing how he liked to be held, and you have loved him before you could even meet him. Yunho as well, never had you seen him so enthusiastic and so full of love, not even when you both first got married. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that while you have cared more for the baby that was in your stomach, he was the one who waited for him more. Each morning started with a kiss on your stomach and each night ended with his voice singing the baby to sleep. You remembered feeling your baby kick for the first time, it was after Yunho concluded his rendition of Kim Sunggyu's True Love and told your stomach " I love you once, I love you twice, I love you more than beans and rice" that the baby responded with a kick to your stomach, surprising the both of you so much that after Yunho repeated the same words to him and received the same response, you both spontaneously combusted into teary messes, holding onto each other to savour the first proof of your little family.

Never would you imagine that when you came into the doctor's office merely three days ago for your checkup you would be faced with the news that the doctor couldn't find a heartbeat. Just before the session started, you had just joked that your baby seemed to be mad at you or his dad it seems, being rather silent and unresponsive for quite some time. You had even joked that it was maybe because you ate something that didn't agree with you like the spicy soup you enjoyed during pregnancy which you were able to enjoy only because your pregnancy seemed to dull your tastebuds. The absolute panic and disbelief that ensued in the small room that day, was horrible for Yunho. But for you, everything was a blur. The second you heard that your son was simply... Gone, you muted the world and simply dissociated, your consciousness travelled to the realm of disbelief and absolute confusion because you couldn't have lost him, nothing happened to you nor the baby. There was no major or minor or any kind of accident whatsoever. You have been taking your prenatal vitamins regularly and had been very conscious of what you ate and even where and how you positioned yourself. So how could this happen? You didn't even remember having a meltdown when the doctor told you that she had to evacuate the baby for your own safety. You didn't remember Yunho crying as he told you he can't lose you too when you absolutely refused. You didn't even remember the details of the small funeral you set for your baby the day after he was... Evacuated. But you could remember him clearly, every little moment you and Yunho spent with him.

Everything happened so quickly that you hadn't had the chance to process your loss, your grief, and the realization that you came home with your stomach still bulging from the pregnancy but it was empty. It wasn't until earlier that day at 3.45 am that you realized what exactly happened over the past three days. Yunho was awakened from his slumber by what he could only describe as the most heart-breaking, gut-wrenching cry that he had ever heard in his life. You were inconsolable for hours and Yunho hated himself for not being able to take away or even just lessen your pain, even considering himself as an absolute failure of a husband for it. So he held you, he held you tight as you both wailed together, letting tears fall down freely as much as it could until your body went limp from exhaustion and dehydration, though you remained awake and conscious so you were aware that Yunho had helped you drink and bathe and wrap your stomach before he guided you as you trudged lifelessly like a zombie, back to the baby room you had once been so proud of only to sit yourself on the rocking chair and clutch onto the seal plushie you bought for your son.

Luckily for Yunho and you, you both had such caring people in your lives to help you through everything. Yunho's mom has been coming over in the mornings and evenings to help clean up and be there for him while your mom has been sending food which then got prepared by Yunho's mom. Your friends and his have been so accommodating by not letting their presence be known until you reached out to them, wanting nothing more than to support you but not knowing how so they just did what they thought was best. During the whole time, you were not aware of the people around you and what they were doing for you and no one could fault you. How can you fault someone who has been existing like a zombie? Someone who can't even eat or function by themselves because their body is so struck by grief that it just went numb.

Yunho was so in pain seeing you like that, barricaded with memories of what could have been and what had happened. Yet he didn't know where to start because he didn't know how you would like to process this kind of grief. Heck, he didn't even know how he wanted to process this kind of grief himself. But he knew that wallowing in sadness and loss was not the way to go and the last thing he wanted was for you to drown in sorrow. At that point, he didn't even care much about his own pain and grief as he could only think about you, who were on your way to giving him the whole world before tragedy struck and that opportunity was robbed from you. Whenever his friends called to check up on him, he would always talk about you and how you were doing which was heartbreaking to his friends because he was such a good husband to you and he would've been the best dad ever. Thoughts like those were never told to Yunho however, not yet at least.

So after his call concluded, assuring Hongjoong yet again that he was definitely able to help, he slipped his phone into his pocket and took a deep breath. When he exhaled he noticed that his breath shook but he didn't have the time nor the necessity to deal with that first. Instead, he plastered on a smile before walking into the room to be there for you. "Hey," he called softly, not wanting to surprise you. But your lack of response made him think that you might not have heard him at all. "Hongjoong hyung called today, he wanted to check in on you," he said as he slowly walked around the room to pick up some scattered stuff that he never got to clean after the breakdown you had in the morning. "I think..." Yunho had to pause to inhale deeply before continuing his words, "I think we should pack some of this stuff, yeah?" That seem to catch your attention as he noticed you turning your head from the window to look at him. You have been so unresponsive to him since that moment in the doctor's office, not a peep since that moment which worried Yunho to no end. So he took your response as a good sign and crouched in front of you to offer the gentle smile that he put on just for you. "We can pack everything slowly, okay? The boys are going to want to help and we'll make sure to pack everything as nicely and as efficiently as possible until we're ready for the next one," he said as he gently took your hands in his.

But when you pulled your hands away from him and seemingly recoiled, Yunho's smile dropped and his heart wrenched. "The next one?" you repeated, voice breaking either in disbelief or baffled with the notion of a 'next one'. Yunho still answered, though, nodding slowly at you, "Yes, honey, the next one. Our next child," there was a lump that formed in his throat that he only realized after he said the word child as if he had just realized that it was hard for him to acknowledge the notion of having another child after having just lost one so soon.

Maybe you were simply still in your mourning period, having just realized the worst loss you've experienced in your life. So hearing those words, from your husband no less, felt like betrayal to you. You swung your shaky fist at Yunho and weakly hit his shoulder, surprising him. "How could you," another weak swing from your other hand at his other shoulder, "It hasn't been half a week, how can you talk about another child?" Yunho noticed your bottom lip quivering and the tears in your eye have now freely flowed down your cheeks. Yunho couldn't say anything in reply because he didn't know how to, he too didn't want to think about new children so soon but that was just something he said for absolutely no reason. Slowly your fists became stronger and your hits became more frequent, subsequently, you cried harder than you initially did until the words that left your mouth became babbles that Yunho was still able to understand. Though the hits were getting harder and stronger, Yunho didn't move an inch and just let you hit him. If that was what it takes to help alleviate your pain, simply having someone you can throw all your frustrations to, Yunho would be more than happy to be your punching bag, as long as you were okay. "D-do you think I'm going to risk another life being lost inside of me? Do you t-think I'm going to risk another child having me, a person who should've been able to keep a baby safe inside me until said baby is ready to face the world but failed to, as a mother?"

Now Yunho knows what exactly it was that made you break. He hadn't even considered that you blamed yourself for both of your losses. In all honesty, Yunho had thought of the possibility that the miscarriage happened because of you because he was damn sure that it wasn't your fault. How can he convince you that it wasn't your fault? How can he make you not blame yourself anymore?

Not knowing what else to do, Yunho simply reached and enveloped you in his arms. Your initial response was to thrash, scream for him to let you go because in your mind you thought that you didn't deserve the comfort after what you did. You hated yourself for failing but not as much as for disappointing your husband, or you thought you disappointed your husband. With every cry that grew louder, your movements grew weaker until they slowed down and stopped. During the whole time, Yunho simply held you in his arms as tightly as he could but not so much that he hurt you. He just wanted you to realize that he was there for you and you can feel your feelings and even hurt him if that's what would help you.

"You did your best, honey. You were so great and you did such a wonderful job until the very end," he whispered into your ears.

For the second time that day, you bawled but unlike before, unlike your tears of realization that your baby died where he was supposed to grow, it was tears of leftover frustration and absolute overwhelm. It didn't feel nice hearing what Yunho said but it definitely validated you and your journey. It didn't immediately negate your belief that what happened was your fault, but it acknowledged that you had no control over it as you didn't even know what was happening inside you. Moreover, it allowed you to realize that the one other person who mattered in this experience had no ill will against you and that he even loved you no matter what. Your tears changed into gut-wrenching questions of 'why' stemming from your insecurities. But Yunho didn't care, Yunho didn't even think that you have any.

So in his arms, in your loving husband's arms, you let go of all the tears you had left in your body as he accepted them. He willingly collected all the pain-filled tears you let out and changed them to love and reassurance until you realize that he loves you despite all the things you thought of yourself. Your relief didn't come one-sided as Yunho felt a sense of relief when he finally got an answer to what was going on with you. He, too, ended up shedding his own tears of relief and pain, finally able to share the loss of his child with you.

But despite the tears shed between you two, one thing was for sure and that was the love you both shared and have for each other and your family is undeniable, unchanging, and everlasting. This, you wish for the child who came before and after.

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[autisticaradiamegido]

day 231

doomed timeline

u ever think about how literally every single one of the thousands of aradias that traveled back to fight in the trolls' boss battle was from a doomed timeline where she had to a) watch all her friends die b) process that she was also doomed and c) then power through all that to do a bunch of time travel detective work so that she could advise the alpha iterations of her friends on how to avoid splitting into that doomed timeline in the first place? before traveling to a battle she knew she wouldn't make it out of?

yeah man

[clickety-clacker]

A heart breaking sounds like guitar strings snapping It’s the notes of the song that’ll never happen And the wind in the leaves is the sound of ghosts clapping But a heart breaking sounds like guitar strings snapping

Some god of grief for @sootnuki

[simpfornegan]

i am a child of divorce.

[imembarressedsohere]

Armand Angst Edit.

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