Laudna, who died in such a terrible, violent way, waking up confused and afraid and clawing her way out of Whitestone cemetery after her whole family was killed and she was mutilated and put on display and hung from the Sun Tree to taunt some people she had never met, knowing she should not be alive, hearing Delilah's whispers in her head, alone.
Ashton, who died in such a sudden and painful way, seeing the end coming in slow motion as the balcony and the moon got further and further away, landing head-first on the cobblestones and shattering into so many pieces, waking up confused and afraid on an operating table with nobody but Milo Krook, a new friend they didn't know so well and not the person they wanted to see after their family, the Nobodies, abandoned them to die, alone.
Laudna, who died a second time and who's body was treated so tenderly and lovingly and carefully in that time, who's friends travelled across the world and contacted powerful allies from every corner of the world in the hopes of finding some way to save her, and found somebody who could bring her back and fought Delilah for her freedom, waking up back home in Whitestone, surrounded by friends who felt relief and gratitude and love at her return, people who loved her and missed her and was so glad to have her back.
Ashton, who died a second time and who's crumbling body was kicked and spat on and screamed at and abandoned on the cold stone of an unfamiliar place, surrounded by people who once cared for them but now hold nothing but distrust and disdain and disappointment and rage, turning their backs on him the moment they know he's breathing, too angry to even look at him, leaving him to pick himself up and put his own pieces back together and try and find a way to carry on knowing that nothing will ever be the same.
Long ago, on the airship, Ashton told Laudna that he wishes he knew what it felt like to come back to life surrounded by friends instead of being scared and confused and alone. Now they know, and it's probably worse to them than waking up alone.
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Estelle Ancunín
Estelle was the youngest child of the Ancunín family, a prestigious name in Baldur's Gate, often tied to engineers and medical doctors. In her early 40s, she met another high elf by the name of Giorgio Wellington and fell in love. Within a few years, she was pregnant.
Unfortunately for Estelle, it wasn't until her babe was born that she learned that her love was already married with a family of his own. Such an affair resulted in her parents disowning her. With no other support, she continued the relationship with Giorgio for the sake of her son, her little star, Astarion.
Despite being practically a child herself, Estelle made sure that Astarion wanted for nothing. Raising him alone, with a small income and meager payments made by his father, she had to make a lot of sacrifices. But Astarion always came first and she made sure he knew he was loved.
And when Astarion, her little star, was killed at the young age of 39, a part of her died too.
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'Dearly Beloved...'
"Jesus, where do I start. Nancy was amazing. She was kind, smart and determined. She was the one who helped me find my way around Hawkins when I was new here, developing a fast friendship and eventually something more. The way she cared about her friends and family, not to mention she was completely badass too. I'm gonna miss seeing her beautiful smile, hearing her laugh, just seeing her. I had so many things I wanted to do, visit back home, relax on the beach everything. I love you, Nancy Wheeler and rest easy. I love you."
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Do you guys think Chuuya ever went to Odasaku's grave. Do you think he stood there, unsure whether to curse or laugh or cry because what the fuck, what the fuck. He didn't even know the man, other than that he made Dazai want to die less, and yet, and yet-- nice things don't stick around when you're in port mafia. Maybe it's Odasaku's fault maybe it isn't, Chuuya didn't fucking know. He didn't fucking care because deep down, he always knew Dazai was going to leave one day. He just didn't know it would be this soon.
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made myself incredibly sad thinking about magnus being alone. maybe not completely alone, because he would have max, tessa, catarina and ragnor. but lonely, i think he would feel loneliness like he never had before.
because those young annoying shadowhunters that interrupted one of his parties and dragged him along would be gone. because even though he tried to act like they didn't mean much to him, they did. because he got used to their presences in his life and now he can't remember what it was like without them.
because that man he had seen become a silent brother and come back as a shadowhunter, would be gone. after living a life full of love, yes, but he would be gone, just as the ones before him.
because he would know what losing a son feels like. and the pain in his heart would be unbearable.
because it would mean he lost the love of his life. because it would mean that, maybe, just as tessa, he would end up forgetting the blue of his eyes that he loved so much, the sound of his voice, his laugh, his mannerisms, the things that made him, him.
because the parts of his life that were filled with alec, rafael and friends would suddenly be empty, he would be empty.
because he would feel like his heart is being ripped apart every time, but he would choose it over being a shell with no feelings. because that would mean he may forget.
and he would never, ever, want to forget his reason to live.
(even if it was gone forever.)
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I've circled the block, switched to a different mask and am strolling back by your place to see if the candy bowl's empty and the lights off. If not and I can do round 2 of trick or treat...
Jake Hangdog Hangfire Hangup Hangnail Hangman Seresin may have a pearly white smile, but I suspect that occasionally he uses that smile to buy time so no one can see that he's rattled about something. So, my trick or treat ask is can you name a fear of Jake's, one that he keeps hidden pretty deep? (WIP snip, short explanation, pick your poison, etc)
He should be happy. The sight of those two pink lines should be a source of joy.
Instead, Jake feels dread.
It has formed a knot in the pit of his stomach, creeping up to his throat, like bile ready to spill at any moment.
He feels like he's eight again, in his bedroom as a pathetic attempt to hide himself from the argument taking place downstairs. He quickly learned the best way to block the yelling was in the closet. He'd take books, his Gameboy, a flashlight to pass the time.
Jake spent a lot of time in that closet. It was better than seeing the arguments in person. Better than watching a marriage self destruct. Not that it would ever be buried. In his small town, divorce still received eyebrow raises and snarky comments.
In his small town, it would take a death for two people to part.
And now, those damn pink lines were bringing it all back, clawing their way up from underground. What should have been one of the happiest moments of his life felt like a scene from a horror film.
"Jake?" He looked up to see his wife, his Venus, staring at him, waiting for a response.
He couldn't ruin this, couldn't let on that this was bringing more dread than happiness.
"Are you-is this okay?"
So he swallows the dread, the fear, the memories that shaped him. That famous smile appears on his face.
"Of course it is! This is amazing," he stands up to hug her. She wraps her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest.
For a moment, it's quiet, the only sounds in the kitchen are their breathing.
"You're not going to be like him. You're nothing like him."
Jake can feel the air in his throat restrict. All he can do is nod his head, too busy trying to will the tears away.
"I-I know," his voice is shaky, confidence gone. She tightens the grip on his waist, trying to steady her husband.
"You're not a thing like him. You're going to be a great Dad."
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the way that sawyer becomes a different person around her parents makes me cry every time. this bubbly, warm, bright girl just shrivels into something so meek and uncertain of herself, it hurts my heart so bad. she truly transforms into her younger self just pining for her parents' approval, something she's never going to get though she has endless hope that she will someday. 😭
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