#( tw: death mentioned )

[giggly-squiggily]

Could I request some Korekiyo x reader hurt/comfort? Like it gets REALLY FUCKING ANGSTY (As angsty are you’re comfy with :3) and then it gets resolved at the end? (Maybe throw some tickles in there 👀) thank you!

WHOO BOY- when I tell you I read this and said "Challenge accepted", I wasn't kidding! This..is really angsty hehe. Due to the contents of the fic, I didn't feel right putting tickles in, but there is a decent amount of comfort hopefully somewhere in the mix? Either way, I hope you like this angsty Korekiyo fic anon! (and if you'd like, I'd be more than happy to write tickles for Kiyo as I'm slowly falling back in love with Danganronpa and miss him)

@sevenincubistolemyheart @giggly-toybox

CW: Danganronpa V3 chapter 1 spoilers, angst, panic attacks, graphic depictions of the first execution, grief, loss, angst, mentions of illness, mentions of death (also we're ignoring parts of canon because I said so)

The crash of the piano closing rattled you. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, couldn’t think. Around you everyone seemed to fall mute. You could see them talking, crying, shouting, but you didn’t hear a thing. All you could hear was the broken notes of Der Flohwalzer as Kaede slowly died before all of you.

You needed to get out. You needed to run, to flee from it all. You turned, slipping on your feet as you bolted. Bodies- there were too many bodies. The room was too hot, you couldn’t breathe-

Her body swung like a metronome. Long blonde hair hung in her face, hiding the anguish remaining. The lid of the giant piano slowly fell forward-

Your stomach turned. You clung to the wall as you tried not to throw up, head spinning with lack of oxygen. You were gonna pass out right here and now. Falling to your knees, a blood curdling scream ripped out your throat. How’d you manage that without any air you could only wonder.

“Don’t go dying on me now!” Were her last words, tears dripping down her face as she looked at each and everyone of you. Kaede- her beautiful smile wrecked with grief. She mouthed to you a soft goodbye just as-

“(Y/N).” Who was that? Who was talking right now? You couldn’t see- the world suddenly went dark. You heard your name shouted once more before your head hit the cold hard ground.

~~~

When you woke up, you were in an unfamiliar room.

“Forgive me.” The voice from earlier spoke, so gentle but so startling to your shaken form.. “We only have access to our own rooms. I couldn’t get into yours, so I brought you to mine.”

Daring a peek, you found Korekiyo kneeling by the bed. He was a good distance away, dripping the last few drops of tea into a mug with careful hands. He was always so wrapped up- you could see the bandages were fresh. “Tea? It soothes the soul.” He held up the cup to you.

“Tea…right now?” You almost laughed. Then you did laugh, a hollow bitter sound. “Kaede just died and you’re offering me tea?” You smacked the cup out of his hand, sending the contents spilling across the floor. “How can you be so calm after- after all of that just happened?”

Korekiyo looked at the discarded mug, watching the hot liquid melt into the floor. Then he reached around him, pulling out a towel. “I had a feeling you’d do that.”

“If you did, why bother offering- What are you doing now?” You yelped when he pressed the towel against the stain. “That’s hot! You’ll burn yourself!”

“I’ve done it before.” He spoke casually, but you were already on the floor, taking his hand away from the damp towel before it could touch him. “Really, it’s not that hot.”

“Shut up. That mug was steaming!” You held up his hand, looking for wet spots through the bandages. “I think I burned my hand when I-”

That’s when you felt it. The slightest of tremors. Staring at his hand, you watched it shake within your grasp, the muscles tensing in his arms. They were so clammy beneath the bandages.

“You’re shaking…” You mumbled, looking up at his face. At first glance he seemed calm, but you could see it. The darkness in his eyes, the paleness of his cheeks above the mask. “Korekiyo…”

“Apologies. I meant to be comforting you. You passed out in the hallway- we all assumed the worst.” He muttered, gently taking his hand out of yours as he carried on dabbing the spill. The towel was no longer steaming, but you suspected it was still hot. “I don’t blame you- a sight such as that can be rather…”

“Terrifying.” You finished when he couldn’t go on. Your heart broke when he nodded, something of a shaky exhale could be heard. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s quite alright.” He reassured, but it didn’t make you feel any less guilty. Reaching out, you began to gather the pieces of shattered mug, waving him off when he started to protest. “I don’t care if I get cut.”

“...” He didn’t have much to say to that. When the spill was gone and the mug pieces were discarded, the two of you sat facing one another, you leaning against his bed and him kneeling before you. “I’m aware this is a…rhetorical question, but..how are you?”

You snorted, then immediately felt bad. “Sorry. I’m…better? No- not really. I’m numb. But I’m not gonna pass out again if that’s what you mean.”

Korekiyo nodded, and the silence continued.

“Was this…your first time? Witnessing death?” He asked, something small in his voice that put a stopper on your snappy retort.

“Was this yours?” You asked in return. Korekiyo seemed to sink into himself.

“My sister…I was there in her final moments. It wasn’t as…violent as Kaede’s.” He stammered some, as if saying her name was difficult. Hearing it was just as bad. “But it felt like it. It felt far worse, if I’m being selfish. She went so quietly and yet…”

“Her loss is so loud.” You finished, reaching out and grabbing his hand. It was shaking again. You squeezed it. “How did she die?”

“...Illness. She had grown weak so fast.” Korekiyo seemed to tremble. Tears rolled down his masked cheeks, leaving wet lines along the fabric. “One day she was smiling and sitting up, the next she couldn’t open her eyes. She just…left.” He choked out the last words with such grief it brought tears to your eyes, blurring your vision of him. “F-Forgive me…I shouldn’t be speaking of her right now. We just lost Kaede, and yet-”

You had closed the distance so fast. You weren’t even aware you were doing it until he was wrapped in your arms, your face pressed into his shoulder as you held together his fragile core. “It’s okay.” You whispered against his shoulder. “It’s okay to grief her too.”

Something broke then. Arms wrapped around you tightly as Korekiyo let out a sob. It wasn’t long before you were both crying, grieving the loss of Kaede, Rantaro, and all those who have come before. It hurt. It hurt so, so much, and you felt like you were gonna crumble away like ash at any moment. You hung on tighter, steadying yourself against Korekiyo as all the pain you felt since coming to this twisted game all spilled over.

Eventually, when you ran out of tears and felt strange for hanging on, you released Korekiyo, sitting back until you were sitting knee to knee. His eyes were red and puffy, and his mask was wet with residue tears. You were sure you didn’t look any better.

“He-eh…you know, I bet Kaede’s fussing at us right now.” You smiled, wiping your face as much as you could. “She’s probably pissed we didn’t get to hear her play a proper rendition of Der Flohwalzer.”

Korekiyo let out a shocked laugh, finding your eyes. “That’s terrible!”

“I cope with humor.” You shrugged, earning more wet laughs from Korekiyo. “Seriously though…I’m gonna miss her.”

“Yes..as will I.” Korekiyo nodded. “I’ve only known her acquaintance, but she was a lovely girl.” Something sad passed over his expression then. “I wish I weren’t so harsh with her before.”

“What’s done is done. I don’t think she’d hold it against you.” You tried to smile, but you felt so drained it hurt. Instead you leaned into his shoulder, squeezing his hand. “Hey…thanks for being there for me, Korekiyo.”

“Please, call me Kiyo.” He took your hand back. For once this entire evening, it didn’t feel cold. “Thank you too. You’ve..helped me in more ways than you know.”

Once again, you’ve fallen into silence. Your chest hurt, your face burned and your head felt like you smashed it through several concrete walls. You were sure Korekiyo wasn’t doing any better.

“I can’t stay for the night. The bear’s orders.” You groaned, burying your face into the soft fabric of his shoulder. “But could I stay here with you? Until he makes me leave?”

Korekiyo didn’t answer. He didn’t have to- not verbally. He simply got comfortable, letting you lean fully into him as he leaned into you. Your hands stayed interlocked as you lounged in comfortable silence.

For the first time since coming here, you felt safe.

Thanks for reading!

#danganronpa #drv3 #korekiyo shinguji #reader insert #korekiyo x reader #hurt/comfort #angst #tw: death #tw: death mentioned #tw: illness mentioned #Danganronpa V3 spoilers #tw: grief #We're hurting in this fic y'all

[ducknotinarow]

"Husk, what the actual ever loving FUCK- !" At first Angel couldn't believe his eyes. He wanted to REFUSE to believe what he was seeing. Yeah, Husk jumped into protect him several times, but to do something THIS stupid? "Husk - "

Why were they smiling at him like that? Stop it -

He's trembling as he falls to his knees beside his fallen crush. The man he so loved. He's quick to cradle their head close to him, squeezing his eyes shut as tears sting the corner of his eyes. "Don't you fucking dare. Not when I, not when we-" A small hiccup as he clings to him. ( YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF. )

| My character takes a fatal blow intended for your character. How does your character react?

Husk had to step in, he seen it before how Val could get with Angel and he couldn't help but wonder when Angel's luck would run out. Husk knows how Angel can push ones buttons he also knows Angel ain't one to take anyone's shit. That included Valentino, just another overlord on a power trip was how Husk saw that damn moth as well. One that loved to flaunt they basically owned Angel and could do whatever they wanted to them. Far as Val seemed sure of Angel's life was his. And that meant they could take it from them at any point as well.

Or so Val thought. Husk wasn't sure what Angel didn't do or even said that finally pushed that moth to just end Angel Dust with out a care for what Angel was worth. Maybe Angel finally succeed in becoming too broken for him even. Husk though? He really wanted to support Angel's quest to be redeemed. Once seeing they meant it and were putting in some effort on that. Husk didn't care about redemption for himself to far gone. But Angel? Angel he felt had it in him if not the least it would save Angel from the same.

So when he say that gun? he knew it was angel bullet inside the finely crafted weapon. Only so thoughtfully designed by Carmilla. And his body moved, before the trigger was even fully tugged back pushing Angel hard as hard as he could just so it wouldn't hit them only to get hit himself.

"Husk, what the actual ever loving FUCK- !"

Husk stumbled and his breath get hard to control, feeling over where the pain was the worst. He pulled his hand back to see the blood coating his paw. "Damn didn't know angel bullets would hurt worse." He manged a faint smirk towards Angel before his legs gave out. Dropping under his own weight.

"Husk"

Husk looked up towards Angel, hearing their voice. All he cared about was that they were able to stand. "Heh, better bit use this as an excuse to do some of thsr dumb shit again." Husk faintly threanted before he fully fell over his body had no strength in it. He recalled this feeling he knew it so well. Everything just slowly fading and slipping away. The pain slowly gone as well even. He was dying. A more permanent death this time around.

Hardly aware, when Angel picked up his head, he could barely even feel how soft the chest fur against his face felt. Letting his eyes just slowly come to a close for a moment. A low soft purr works out from the back of his thoart. "This is nicer than last time." So final in his wording he knows he won't pull through. But he wouldn't trade getting held by, his angel, like this in his final moments. Whatever happens to him next he hopes he gets to hold on to this single moment.

"Don't you fucking dare. Not when I, not when we-"

"Sorry kid," Husk manged to speak Husk knows as everything starts to just feel cold that well this was it. Part of him wonders what happens next? Dose he just fade away like nothing. Weird to think his thoughts will just stop. Maybe he can live in one forever though? That might be too pleasant an end for a sinner like himself though. Least he got to go out like this. "Ya know as corny as it gonna sound? I feel like a winner going out like this" His body grew limp, he wonders which breath will be the last now as he looks up at Angel, unsure why they look so sad right now. "So if I'm a winner now means ya gotta be one too alright?" He wants to at least use the last of the air in lungs for Angel. All his lasts he wants to all belong to them. His last words for Angel. His last breath to speak them. His last thoughts. Even the last few remaining beats of his heart.

All for Angel. His Angel.

"Ya gonna show 'em all that ya more than the porn star. Show them fuckers in heaven you really are an angel. Ya always were my Angel so I want everyone else to see that too." Husk confessed, wishing he could have said that sooner. Before he lets out one last content sigh. Everything slowly slipping away he could feel it he was dying. But that was okay. Because Angel was still living.

#muse| husk #questionablemuses #[ your a loser baby just like me -questionablemuses] #fatal blow meme #meme answers #meme replies #ic reply #tw: death mentioned

[littlexstarlightx]

//I just got a text from one of my aunts saying my grandfather has less than 48 hours..... im in shock....idk what to think....im angry that nobody told me thatbits got this bad and I have no time off work to go see him till I'm out......what if I run-out of time before then?

My grandma will be next ....65 years together......goddess my heart hurts......

#{to much fizzyfaz: ooc} #tw: death mentioned

[unsuresoul]

Tw: death mention

So my Grandpa is currently dying, and I put in a time off request for next week on the 26 to April 2nd because we are supposed to put in time off requests at least a week in advance. It's my day off, and I'm about to go in and tall to one of the owners who makes the schedule to see if I can actually leave this weekend. But we are short staffed at work, so I don't know if they are going to even let me have the week off, let alone leave early this weekend. Obviously if they tell me I can't have any time off I'll just quit and go anyway.

#tw: death mentioned #its not the best paying job but it pays the bills and i like most of my coworkers #its a small family owned restaurant thats is a franchisee of a larger chain #so i dont think they will want to make not be able to go #but im very anxious about it and possibly having to quit #hopefully i won't #tw: vent #vent post

[plasmaberri]

Another Berry relative has passed. Autumn received the sad call that her uncle Taz has passed.

#the sims challenge #not so berry legacy challenge #not so berry gen 5 #not so berry plum #not so berry gen 6 #tw: death #tw: death mentioned #tw: death by old age

[oceanmusings]

Treacherous

Pairing | Spencer Reid x Arwen Valentine

CW | Fluffy, tooth-rotting fluff, love confession, getting back together, death

Word Count | 1.6K

Arwen thought she would die alone. That was until she met Spencer. And now all she wants to do is tell him she loves him. But she's scared.

Early in Arwen’s life she accepted the fact she’ll forever be alone. With the trail of unsuccessful relationships following her, her parents' terrible marriage she grew up watching, and the chance of divorce being too high for her comfort. There was no way she’d have someone on her side her whole life that only a romantic partner could fill. Arwen has come to accept that and find comfort in the thought, like a pressure had lifted from her shoulders.

She had her brother, her niece and nephew, even some of the team members she considers as family. She was set and satisfied.

But Arwen has felt like she could never find that love for herself. Her heart was guarding itself so heavily from the possibility of heartbreak. Opening itself to be able to feel those things was a paralyzing thought.

Arwen broke the last heart that attempted at breaking through those walls. Despite how much she cared for Spencer and knew how he threw himself head first into anything back then, she took his heart and crushed it. It felt terrible. And she didn’t want to go through that again. Not to mention, it took so long for her to gain his trust and friendship again. She was afraid to lose it. But here she is. On the other side now, her heart longing for his own. And she’s pretty sure he wasn’t.

It was terrifying when Arwen realized she loved Spencer. Her heart ached so painfully from fear, it felt suffocating. Part of her wanted to back out of ever telling him and sit with these feelings for the rest of her life. Save herself from a potential heartbreak.

Penelope had a good point that the heartache from living with this would hurt more than a rejection. And had other pointers that Arwen struggled to believe in her fully about. “He’s been in love with you since the moment he laid eyes on you. I doubt he’ll reject you.”

Arwen was twisting a candy wrapper in her hands as she sat with Penelope in her bat cave. The room was comforting, but the conversation was not. “I highly doubt that.”

“Oh my God, he definitely has! You should’ve seen the way he has looked at you.”

“But would he really take another chance with me? After everything that happened.”

“Of course I do,” Penelope says, a more serious look on her face. “but the longer you wait, you will lose that chance, honey.”

Arwen thought she needed to make this a large grand gesture to Spencer. She hasn’t done this before - other than when she was a teenager and when she was in college. - She wanted to make the moment perfect for him.

But Spencer didn’t like attention and was a private person. This had to be quiet and intimate. And the longer she tried to think how to do this, the more time went by and she knew the chance of telling him was going to slip through her fingers. And it didn’t help anytime Penelope, or anyone else who knew, would send her a look.

She got it, she’s running out of time.

Anytime Arwen thought she might be able to do it, her whole body would freeze up and all words would disappear from her mind. Then she would beat herself up and scream into her pillow at home at the fact she didn’t say anything.

She needed to get over whatever was stopping her. Become determined that whatever was stopping her would not get in the way the next time she saw an opportunity.

That opportunity would show when it was pouring outside. Arwen knew Spencer took public transport, and she took this moment before he would leave to offer him a ride. “Yeah, thanks.” He had said, giving her that awkward smile Arwen loved, but she was making a plan in her head.

She walked with him towards her car in the garage, the only sound between them being the sound of their shoes meeting the pavement. Like all the other attempts before, Arwen's mind had become blank. No words were in her reach for her to grasp.

She didn’t realize she had stopped walking until she heard her name and she looked up to see Spencer a few steps in front of her, turned towards her with a confused expression. “Are you okay?” He asked her.

“Yeah,” Arwen rasped quietly. Nervousness was buzzing in Arwen’s veins as he waited for her to speak, but the words were dying in her throat. At this point it was painful. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” She had taken a much needed breath and began to twist the ring on her finger, not feeling prepared at all for the consequences that are in front of her.

“I thought I was going to die alone.” Spencer’s eyes widened at her choice of words, but she continued. Just going off any words that she could graze her fingertips with. “I was okay with this. In fact, I was comforted by this thought. Maybe ‘cause of how I grew up and saw just… terrible relationships around me. I told myself I wouldn’t be like that. I wouldn’t allow myself to have that. But then I got this job and joined this team, and you came into my life. Became this wonderful friend that I should’ve cherished more when I broke my rule on not dating coworkers - I’ll forever beat myself up for what I did to you. - but that’s beside the point!” Arwen tried to refocus what she was saying, thankful he wasn’t stopping her or walking away. Letting her ramble as much as she needed to say what she needed.

“I felt like I could only love myself and that would be enough. I thought it was safer to not connect to another person like that ever in my life. But I was so wrong. We have no control who our hearts feel drawn to and we deserve to feel that love in our lives. And that was so scary at the time I didn’t want to face it. But I’ve come to realize I do want it. I don’t want to die alone, I want to be with you.”

Arwen felt like she had run a mile when she finished. She tried to watch Spencer for any reaction to her confession, but all she could find was various emotions mixing together, - nervousness, anxiety, and confusion.

“I’m sorry- are you dying?”

“No, no.” Yeah, she wasn’t being direct enough. “I’m not.”

“I don’t think I understand.”

Arwen swears her heart wanted to burst out of her chest and wrap itself around his own. It was pounding against her ribcage so violently she actually worried it might happen. “Spencer Reid, what I’m trying to say is… I-... love you.”

For once in Arwen Valentine’s life, Spencer Reid had become speechless. She was pretty sure he was rebooting from the look of disbelief on his face. Slowly fear started to creep up the back of her neck, the silence from him was unbearable. “Spencer?” He gave a hum in reply. 

Okay, he can still hear me. Arwen thought. “Can you… please say something?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“You… love me.”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

Some part of Arwen was offended he needed to ask. But when she thought about it, it made sense he needed assurance this was real. He was afraid. Whatever fear Arwen was feeling, Spencer was feeling his own. Especially after what happened to Maeve. He needed confirmation.

Arwen stopped twisting her ring and dropped her hands, stepping closer to him. She moved her hand close to his, but waited for him to show permission first. She didn’t wait for long as he made the final move of holding her hand. “Can I show you?”

He seemed to be trying to calculate what she was thinking before he gave a nod and a small verbal “yes” of consent. Arwen stood on her toes just so she could reach and pressed her lips against his. She waited for a heartbeat for him to pull away, but her heart bloomed excitedly when he kissed her back. Squeezing her hand, she returned the action.

Kissing Spencer felt like she was coming home. A wave of comfort and warmth enveloping around her, she felt light on her feet and weak to her knees. She felt his free hand hold her waist and pull her body closer to his own, she was pretty sure he was the one keeping her upright. her heart pressed against his, she wondered if he could feel it. It was so excited and happy she could feel the walls beginning to crack around it. It wasn’t gone all the way. But this time Arwen would work with Spencer on cracking the rest of it away.

Arwen was disappointed she needed to pull away, but if her lungs didn’t exist she would kiss him forever. She rest her forehead against his, keeping her eyes closed and focused on the feeling of his breath fanning across her face. It smelled like sugary coffee and mint.

She opened her eyes to see his own staring into her soul. It was so intense it sent a shiver down her spine.

“I love you, too.”

Arwen closed her eyes for a moment to bask in the moment at getting to hear those words. “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.” She murmured.

Spencer let go of her hand and waist to raise both of his hands to caress her cheeks, brushing his thumbs lovingly against her skin. “It’s okay,” he pressed another kiss on her lips. Her skin buzzed at it. She almost felt high. “I’m happy you could say it now.”

#arwen valentine #arwen and spencer #spencer reid #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x original character #spencer reid x original female character #criminal minds oc #spencer reid fluff #original character #oc #original female character #tw: death mentioned

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Strange Case of Wordgirl and Miss Crimes - Kid Math: Part 2

Kid Math gasped with surprise at the sudden grab. Soon, Wordgirl’s muffled sounds started to change, they were no longer sounds of crying but of..laughter? Kid Math stared in shock in confusion, trying to remove his arm from the strong grip by the clawed hand, but to no avail. The laughter continued to grow louder and louder, sounding more maniacal and villainous with each change in octave, striking some fear into the young hero. As the maniacal laughter continued to come from Wordgirl, her head suddenly began to rise from her knees every so slowly, like a snake rising from a hidden dark hole. Soon Wordgirl’s head faced towards Kid Math, the young boy could no longer hide the fear and terror he was feeling. Kid Math could only stare at Wordgirl, no, not Wordgirl, Rex’s logical mind could not compare this..this creature to his best hero friend in this galaxy. This, this vile being had messy dark brown hair very much unlike Wordgirl’s neat and precision kept bob. This entity had dark piercing eyes, unearthly, almost like the eyes that belong to a creature that hid under the bed in the stories Rex heard when he was younger. Stories back on Hexagon that kept him on the path of good and to beware what would happen if he strayed from that path. The being stopped its laughter as it stared at Rex like some type of captured prize. The creature gave Rex a wide grin, showing off the sharp fangs that aligned that malicious smile It then spoke in a feminine voice that dripped of dark pleasure and malice. “Well hey there Kid Math. I am so glad we are finally meeting face to face.” Kid Math also noted the hint of sarcasm in her voice. The poor young frightened hero tried to regain composure and show this person he was not afraid of her. “W..who are you supposed to be?” Kid Math tried to sound intimidating, but his fear of this person was still evident in his stutter. The creature frowned, displeased at his clearly obvious question and gave him an “are you serious” gesture shrug. “You seriously don’t know who I am?” She said in a deadpan voice. “Do you even remember what you came to this city for?” Kid Math looked upset at this creature for insulting his intelligence, but then he thought about her question. Why was she so interested in the reason he came here. Rex knew that the only reason he came to Fair City was to stop..*GASP* Rex explained as his eyes widened in realization. “Your Miss Crimes!” He exclaimed. The villainous smiled, although a bit smaller from earlier. “Right on the alien’s nose kid.” Miss Crimes congratulated him. Kid Math’s fear disappeared as he began to recall events that led to his encounter with the villainous. “What did you do with Wordgirl?” Kid Math demanded angrily, worried about his friend and confused as why Miss Crimes had looked so similar to her earlier. Miss Crimes just smiled at Kid Math in a vindictive and knowing way, irking him further but also bothering him a bit. “Oh I have done nothing to her. I am just borrowing her body for my crime spree until she is mentally weak enough which will allow me to take over her completely.” Miss Crimes responded in a casual manner. “What?” Kid Math uttered, not understanding the answer, or not wanting to understand. Miss Crimes sighed in disappointment at Rex’s failure to grasp what she meant. So she decided to give him an explanation out of the “kindness” of her heart. “Well Becky, aka Miss Goody Two Shoes, was worried so much about dad being forced as a mouse villain his whole life that she secretly went behind his back to a scientist that could give her the cure she was looking for. Unfortunately for her and fortunately for me, the scientist messed up royally and his machine backfired and ended up hitting Wordgirl and creating me. Someone who she was supposed to be and not held back by any stupid moral obligations. Now I am just like dad. We can do all sort of villainous stuff now without any heroics involved. We can even take over this pathetic city as soon as he accepts me as the daughter he deserves.

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #kid math #the strange case of wordgirl and miss crimes #tw: snakes #tw: death mentioned

[nerdybirdboy]

RIP Lance Reddick

Known, among other roles, as:

Charon - John Wick series

Philip Broyles - Fringe

Cedric Daniels - The Wire

Ra's Al Ghul - Beware the Batman

#ooc #on phone #gifs #tw: death mentioned

[podcastwizard]

ideal ways for me to die

1. old age, peacefully in my sleep

2. after a long and illustrious career i am at a rooftop gala hosted in my honor. i am wearing a beautiful gown, holding a glass of red wine, standing by the railing. a scorned lover approaches and, after a passionate spat, they push me over the edge of the building. the wine glass goes flying, splattering their outfit in red as a visual metaphor for the blood on their hands. as i descend my gown flies around me like two beautiful wings, a bird in flight. a photographer on the street manages to take a photo before i hit the ground and that photo wins the pulitzer. a new york times think piece is released regarding whether or not it's moral to profit off a photo of someone's death. the think piece also wins a pulitzer.

3. sex accident.

#it's 2 am #death mention #death tw

[landrylovesmatcha]

she’s everything 💕

tw: death mention

#myart #barbie #barbie movie #barbie 2023 #barbie movie 2023 #digital art #illustration #procreate #artists on tumblr #fanart #art #tw death #tw death mention

[giggly-squiggily]

It's your birthday!? Omg I hope you have an amazing day!! Your posts always make me smile and I hope you get to smile just as big on your name day!

You have been and continue to be such a force for good and positivity in this community, thank you for all that you do! I hope you really take the time to celebrate yourself today, you deserve it 🥰

Thank you all so much! I may have cried while reading all of these as you all are so, so sweet! Forgive me for grouping them all together- I'm a broken record when I get mushy so I'll spare y'all the deja vu hehe~

(Also death and grief mentioned beneath the cut but the summary of my mush is I appreciate you all so much. Thank you a hundred times over for making today and every year here feel special for me. <3)

This year has been a difficult one, especially these past few months after I lost my dad. I won't lie and say I wasn't dreading today because of that- I was scared I'd wake up and just wanna cry cause he's gone and I won't get to hear him say "Happy Birthday!" to me, you know? I also won't lie and say I didn't cry thinking about that (but it's my party and I'll cry if I want to, hehe. I make dumb jokes to cope.)

I'm okay though- and I'm coming to peace with it all. I just wanted to say that y'alls messages and gifs and overall loveliness has really helped me get through what I was dreading to be a difficult day. I can say with some comfort that thinking about my dad brings more happiness than tears now, and I know he wouldn't want me drowning in misery on my birthday, so I'm doing what he would want and making today a good one! Thank you all so much for helping me achieve that goal. I appreciate you all so very much.

Now- I shall go have ice cream cake in the dead of winter and rewatch the entirety of Spy x Family cause I'm what? Squiggily, hehe~ Thank you all so much again and keep being your incredible selves!

#squiggily speaks #she's got alot to say lols #asks #anons #friends :3 #duckymcdoorknob #ducky :3 #firapolemos05 #yae-mikko #choc0joang0 #sunstone-smiles #🐼 anon #yo-yoo-yooo #creative-kny-fics #sevenincubistolemyheart #tw: death mentioned #tw: grief mentioned #despite this- I'm okay y'all #I promise you today is overall a joyful day #I just wanted to express how much your kind messages mean to me #and I'm so truly grateful #long post #birthday wishes

[ducknotinarow]

Snippet thing. Raphael (2012) reflects on his father's death.

Dose it ever get easier? He wondered as he looked at the screen door that separated Splinters room from the rest of the dojo. Recalling all the times that door slide open and Splinter was just there.

He's not now. Yet he still sitting here as if Splinter will just open it and call him in to talk.

He can't do that. He won't ever do that again. They weren't close, but he was still hus dad in every sense of the word. He gave Raph advice, and Raph wished he had taken it more often than he had. It just didn't always work. Letting things roll off his shell like water. It always felt like if he did that, the water would build and drown him. So he let fire burn and evaporate it all away to nothing instead.

Splinter won't be there to correct his form anymore, either. Not that he had since he was a tot. Stepping over to gently set his hands on Raph. Adjusting his arms or pointing out where his feet needed to plant down for better balance. Not that Raph always cared about form. He kind of wished he listened more on how to do them right. Raphael was to busy trying to be faster than Leo. Finish before Leo, win fights better than Leo even. Seemed all so stupid right now how much time he spent so focused on that.

He just wanted Splinter to see his worth too. See he was just as good as Leo. Ego made him often take that up a notch to better than Leo. He couldn't be a leader though humbled finally when almost getting his brothers killed. Thought his job was to protect and he made sure to stick to that. Make sure everyone always made it back home.

Splinter didn't though.

Leaning forward he let his forhead gently rest to the thin paper of the screen door. Letting eyes shut a moment. The way one knew Raph loved them as much as a son could was with the dumb childish thought he still was carrying. That Splinter would just come back. Everytime they lost him before. No matter what he came back they always found him or got him back no matter what. Even if Raph at times would expect the loss as is. Maybe because it was real for once. But he swore when he stepped into the dojo just now he heard thier voice.

"Raphael"

The name his father gave him, named after a reneassainace artist. He looked it up and would ask Splinter about them during late night talks no one knew he had with his father. Sometimes, after a fight with Leo. They talk about pretty much anything Raph would allow. Or they sit in quite together. Not like this. Raph couldn't hear thier resting breath or the way thier ears would flick when deep in thought. He didn't like going to the grave. This is where Splinter was to him. It's why he came here so much now. But he feared sliding the door open because he knew. They wouldn't be on the other side anymore. So easy to take advantage of the fact he would have just always been there before.

"The reason I always brood in the water. Is cause of somethin' ya told me. mizu ni nagasu, let it flow. I thought you told me let it soak. So I started sittin' in the water when I got real upset." He laughs softly at that sniffling a little as he rubs at one of his eyes.

Letting it drop soon after lifting his head up to trail his fingers over the door. "I couldn't make you proud when alive. I promise I will now...dad."

#muse| hamato rapheal #[2012 verse] #tw: depression #tw: death mentioned #(( mostly just for myself))

[unsuresoul]

At my funeral, they should hang me up like a scarecrow and tape my eyes open so I can stare at the crowd and see who showed up

#Funeral #tw: death mentioned #creepy #cryptidcore #scarecrow #just let me lifelessly stare into their souls

[plasmaberri]

News to the Berry household. Kendrick, Autumn's uncle and Lilac's oldest brother, has passed from old age.

#the sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #not so berry gen 5 #not so berry challenge #sims 4 legacy challenge #tw: death #tw: death from old age #tw: death mentioned

[littlexstarlightx]

{I would like to remind everyone that I'm currently on Bereavement and helping my family after the passing of my Grandfather. Please give me time to get back to you. I thank you all for the reminders and tag but I'm really low on spoons right now ..... Thank you <3 }

#{to much fizzyfaz: ooc} #tw: death mentioned

[incorrectbatfam]

[at Jason's funeral]

Dick: *places his hand on the headstone and sobs*

Dick: How could you do this to me? We are so understaffed.

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