#*tied to death

[crechi]

tw; character death, angst, lovers(?) to enemies

custom neopronouns:[Lun, Lunar, Luns, Lunars, Lunself]

oneshot: time was sweet to us, today

aestir presses his blade further into ikoruu's neck, not hard enough to draw blood. he didn't anticipate lunar leaning into it, it made the crack inside his chest squeeze.

Lun deserved it. If not for luns betrayal, then as personal revenge. He needed this.

"I will carry your final words to your friends and relatives. Speak them to me."

Lun scoffed. "Really? Giving me the same speil as all the others? I would've thought I was more special~" Ikoruu rested luns head on aestir's blade, causing him to pull it away in disgust.

Lun almost fell over, but simply stumbled instead. Lun decided to roll with it, and converted lunself into resting position on luns stomach.

"Trying to get me to fall for you again, dear knight? I must have worth to you after all <3."

His face remained still, his blade steady and certain. Ikoruu scanned his eyes, searching for any of the emotions lun'd once seen in them. Lun only found spite.

Ikoruu couldn't even fool lunself into thinking he was doing this by a sense of duty. He would no doubt be trying to trick himself of the same, but lun knew that expression. Lun'd seen it countless times on the faces of others.

Lun guessed it didn't matter anyway. Luns head would be detached, soon, and lun didn't think these consolations would mean much after that.

Aestir spoke up again. "Will that be all for your last message?"

A few responses ran through luns head, trying to think of which would garner the best reaction. "Of course, dear <3." "You're still on that?" "Mmm.. I guess! Get to choppin'." "Do you remember the first time i had your sword pressed to my throat?"

Lun settled on one. Lun flipped over over onto luns back. "I've been ready for this since-" Lun stopped lunself.

The last thing lun'd ever say...

Ikoruu sighed. Lun knew what it was going to be. The thing they hoped to tell him as the life slowly faded from both of them in old age. Luns favorite phrase.

Lun moved back into a criss-crossed position.

"No. That's not all..."

Lun looked into his eyes again. Lun wasn't searching for anything this time. His eyes were just too pretty to look at. Ikoruu wanted it to be the last thing lun'll ever see.

"I love you, Aestir."

His face only creased further. He scoffed and raised his sword, pushing the against luns adam's apple.

"You dare to breathe a lie with your last breath? Do you have no concerns for your sins?"

Lie.

All lun could do was let the tears flow from luns eyes. Ikoruu didn't respond. Lun did want those to be the last things lun ever said.

Aestir recognized the reason for luns silence. It only fueled his fury. Lun truly did still love him.

His sword ascended, and in swift arch fueled by hatred, pain and mercy, he severed luns neck, a cut halfway deep.

Luns body fell limp. He crouched down to luns empty shell of a being. Luns eyes were unfocused, devoid of reaction or intention. A sight he'd steeled himself to by now, though he'd expected it to tug at his chest more.

He leaned down over luns face, and avoided luns eyes. He placed a kiss to luns still-warm lips.

he stood, sheathing his red-stained blade.

"I love you, too. Worthless pest."

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o7 pour one out for my planecrash of an enby Iko

lun went out the way lun lived, not giving a fuck until it kicks lunar in the ass

also, if you needed to replace the neopronouns with they/them or smth, don't feel bad. that's actually a really helpful strategy for learning the functions of each until it clicks :]

[grimalkhiindi]

I hate you shipping discourse I hate you unnecessarily aggressive DNI banners I hate you dehumanization of those you disagree with I hate you harassment over ships or favorite characters I hate you purposeful lack of nuance I hate you false equivalencies I hate you policing how people engage in fandom I hate you actively trying to make fandom spaces hostile I hate you refusal to filter your feed I hate you making it everyone else's problem

[eldstunga]

I do not want tumblr to look, behave, act like tiktok twitter instagram

I do not want tumblr to look, behave, act like tiktok twitter instagram

I do not want tumblr to look, behave, act like tiktok twitter instagram

[bisexualfbiagents]

THE X FILES | Beyond the Sea (1.13)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

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[obsidianbit]

I love this gay ass show with its literally life ending injuries that heal immediately, but only when convenient to the plot, and its ridiculous use of modern phrases, and its laughing in the face of historical accuracy, and its kissing the face of the fans instead of trying to outwit them, and the way everyone involved in the show seem to go 'I KNOW RIGHT! I'M EXCITED TOO!' instead of mocking the fans

[bluerosefox]

GHOSTS WITH HEARTBEATS

When Jason had been going to Gotham Academy, he had (for a good reputation for the media and to help him catch up on his penmanship, remember he had been on the streets and dropped out of school before getting picked up by Bruce for a while) signed up for a penpal project for 'less privileged people' to write to.

(Although Jason was annoyed the penpal project stayed within the states and only selected a middle of nowhere town, he knew the Richie Rich Elites would never subjugate their 'Heirs' to actual kids in need of learning how to read and write)

But Jason didn't mind his penpal.

Danny Fenton was a riot to talk, err write to in all honestly.

From his dry punny humor (and boy can he give even Dick a run for his money in the pun department but hey using some of them actually got Dick to warm up to him a few missions ago) and death jokes so many death jokes, to his nerdy love for space Jason enjoyed writing to Danny.

Even the short stories he would write about a ghost kid protecting a small town from other ghosts was interesting to read. He really liked the different kinds of ghosts there could be. Granted some seemed very OP like that Clockwork dude.

Jason liked writing to Danny, and even after the penpal project was over they had plans to keep sending letters, maybe even exchange numbers soon...

But then he died by the hands of the Joker.

The letters leaving Wayne Manor may had decreased but the letters being sent never did or at least until a few years ago.

Then Jason somehow returned to the land of the living.

Got taken by the LoA, tossed in the green waters and turned into their Pit Raged weapon for a while before leaving them behind and setting out for his revenge against the Joker and to force B's hand.

And becoming a Crime Boss for a while too. Can't forget that.

Point being with all this going on, the old warm memories of exchanging letters with Danny Fenton was pushed into the back of his mind and forgotten about for a while.

It isn't until one afternoon at Wayne Manor that while roughhousing with Dick, who had Jason in a brotherly headlock as they walked down a hall to one of the sitting rooms, that while Jason had slipped out of Dick's hold had stumbled into a hallway desk that had a few things on the top of it, one of the things being a small box that tumbled off when Jason hit it.

The box lid opened and out of it spilled out a good number of letters.

"Shiii-p, dang it Dick!" Jason said when he looked at the mess he accidentally made and stopped himself from swearing, the place might be named Wayne Manor but everyone knew this was Alfie's domain and no swearing was a rule within his halls.

Dick only laughed and teased only in a way a sibling can do "Hey not my fault your as big as a tank Jaybird! We should get you some caution signals if you keep bumping into things!"

Jason flipped him his favorite finger, thankfully Alfred only knew when they swore thus it did not summon him, and bent down to the letters.

His hands froze when he recognized the hand writing and the address it was sent from.

"From: Danny Fent Nightingale

Amity Park, IL"

To: Jason Todd-Wayne

Gotham City, NJ.

Wayne Manor"

And when Jason opened the letter. He really wasn't expecting what was written inside.

"Jason.

I'm finally leaving Amity Park. I can't be there anymore, not after everything. I'm too tired, and emotionally hurt. Everything is just to much. And I can't keep doing this to myself. My parents still can’t understand there is nothing ‘wrong’ with me or why I refuse to let them take care of Ellie, I refuse to let her live the way Jazz and I did, Jazz has to much on her plate already with her own life and college but she’s been hounding me to reach out to mom and dad, Sam refuses to listen to me when I tell her I want to be more than ‘Phantom’ in Amity Park, and Tucker is so busy trying to get into a good college and job we barely have time to talk nowadays. And don’t get me started on Vlad, that fruitloop’s been breathing down my neck since Ellie’s deaging.

Despite how much of a hellhole you like to call it, I think Gotham might be my, no mine and Ellie’s best bet of living some kind of life, especially now since the whole deaging she had to go through, she needs an ectoplasm rich city as well and since she has no actual papers because she was my clone and I remember you saying Gotham has people who can create new identities and-

I’m rambling again, to letter you again. I really need to stop it.

I can’t keep pretending you’re going to read these.

I know you’ll never read these. You’re gone. I can’t even find you in the Realms no matter where I look.

I’m sorry. For using you as, well, a way to vent my life for last couple of years. I shouldn’t had done it but it helped me.

Believing my friend was still alive and getting my letters I mean.

Again I’m sorry.

This will be my last letter to your ghost, pun unintended.

Goodbye Jason. Wish us luck in your city.

-Danny Fen-Nightingale...."

The sent date on the letter was roughly eight years ago.

[melverie]

Just remembered that Satan in the "A World of Our Very Own" devilgram says that he believes he was "born in order to meet MC" and it always sounded incredibly cheesy to me but then I thought about it a little more and--

Originally, Satan was just a small glimmer inside Lucifer's consciousness until Lucifer's wrath reached its peak with Lilith's death which, in turn, resulted in Satan's birth

MC is a direct descendant of Lilith after she was reborn as human

If it weren't for Lilith's death, neither of them would be here

Both of their existences are directly intertwined with one another, so in a way Satan's right

They have always been destined to be a part of each other's lives

[the-greatest-magic-of-all]

Let's see if Gorgug can keep up his perfect attendance record for Junior Year! 🏆

I had to double-check it but, Gorgug's the only Bad Kid to appear in 100% of the episodes, including the one-shots. However, he was like 10 minutes late one time because of a quesadilla incident!

[thefirstpaleontologist]

Anatomy of Alastors demonic forms

[andillwriteyouatragedy]

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: dismemberment / ]

I think a lot about how Leo’s rescue could have easily ended in him losing a leg as the portal snaps shut on the Krang still clutching the limb, or, alternatively, only having Leo’s right arm make it out, still held dearly in his brother’s hand as the rest of Leo is left behind. (The latter hits even harder, as it directly parallels his future self in the worst of ways.)

I think a lot about how so many things could have gone wrong during the course of the movie with even a little bit of a change, but it really is harrowing how much of a coin-flip the entirety of the Prison Dimension rescue was.

[moonsun2010]

a sailor's last prayer

[doctorwhoisadhd]

dark water (2014) / end of days (2007) / jack's captain's log for torchwood 2.06 reset / dialogue - heaven sent / a day in the death (2008) / heaven sent (2015) / dialogue - dead man walking / dialogue - hell bent / dialogue - dead man walking / a day in the death (2008) / hell bent (2015) / dialogue - the waters of mars / dialogue - hell bent / children of earth: day five (2009) / dialogue - dead man walking / dialogue - heaven sent

webweaving: something about the way jack and 12 love

[bread-wizards]

I think a lot of the meta about Orym forgets that Orym isn't just an adventurer, he is a former bodyguard. His self worth is tied up in how well he can protect people and especially his loved ones. Thats why he sold his future to a hag, because its all he had left to give in order to be able to help.

Thats also why he seems so angry after FCG's death.

Otohan has killed his husband and father. Then him. Then he is brought back and told she also killed Fearne and Laudna. She killed Eshteross. She almost kills Keyleth. Now FCG has to sacrifice himself to save them all and kill Otohan and Orym was knocked out for it.

His job is to protect people and even with the added power from Nana Morri, it's still not enough. 6 years later and his loved ones are still dying and he can do nothing but watch.

[nelkcats]

Death Companions

It is said that all people have a partner, one that is predetermined; some are platonic soulmates, others romantic soulmates, but the main thing was that they were meant to be by your side, understand you, and not always support your decisions.

They were more like a kind of impulse control, someone to help you see beyond your choices and thoughts. While they were "meant" to understand you, that doesn't mean they supported all your decisions without complaint. Some would say they were there to help you be a better person.

But there was a catch: no one would know who their companion is until they die. Maybe it was a cruel twist of fate, that you would be forced to live your life without any clue as to whether you were doing it correctly. That you might never meet your partner in your life, that you would only have each other until all the stupid tests ended.

A way for the universe to say "fuck you" to humans who desperately wanted guidance on how to live. Or maybe, it was a way of telling them that there was no such guide, and that if they gave all the clues humans would never be free to make their own decisions.

So, maybe Jason Todd and Danny Fenton were the luckiest people on the fucking planet, for being the only ones who knew about each other, for being the only ones who could see that thread connecting them.

Personally neither of them felt lucky, dying was horrible, but at least the thread helped them feel less alone. Maybe someday one of them would be brave enough to follow it.