#familial death tw

[chris-continues]

“You’re one hell of a roommate..”

Vash and Knives living together- HS AU + College AU!

CW- mentions of death (in relation to Rem + the loss of Vash’s arm)

EVEN MORE highschool and college au lore (the only difference between the two when I write is in hs au you meet them in hs in college au you meet them freshman year of college)

Also wait give me feedback should I just make it so you knew them in hs and went to the same college?? Idk

@cowboylivio I mentioned this earlier in the Trigun server but here u go! <3

-When Vash and Nai start living together (on their own) it’s when they’re 16-17 in highschool (juniors/third years/11th grade). It was a cheap apartment in a bit of a run down part of town, and they had to walk a good distance to get picked up by the bus every morning. (They didn’t want to put too much mileage on their shared car- a used SUV from like 6 years ago)

-this was due to Rem’s passing, they got emancipated w/out a court order so they didn’t have to deal w Foster care or anything

-they were both kids- and rightfully terrified. Nai had to work harder to support both him and Vash while Vash had to get used to having no arm while trying to save money to get a prosthetic (they got some money from the state but still)

-Vash learned to get used to playing tennis w/one arm. It was a long process but he’s very good

(Ok now for more fluff this was getting way more depressing than I thought it would be T<T)

-Once they start to get the hang of it more- Nai tends to cook dinner while Vash cleans. (Although Nai tends to help him out since he wants them cleaned a certain way lol)

-in college (w/ academic scholarships + athletic scholarships) they have enough money to get a condo off campus once they’re like sophomore-junior. Freshman year Nai hated the dorms (they were full of obnoxious people, ugh.)

-on a side note Nai is eternally grateful they’re going to the same college. He didn’t know what he’d do without Vash

-Vash and Nai went to like an ikea and target for furniture- Vash couldn’t stand the blandness of the condo and despite Nai preferring minimalism the plain tan walls were definitely lacking

-they didn’t have much decor in their apartment in highschool, due to most of it being expensive and they were too focused on school and sports to care much anyway (but now w/ a more stable life in college they got to settle down a tiny bit)

-Vash wanted a few cute plant posters and Nai agreed, purchasing a few small succulents and debating on what coffee table to get

-VASH TOTALLY WANTED A SECTIONAL even tho they’re expensive (they both saved up for one after like a year or two)

-Vash insisted they have a few cute blankets in the ottoman. By cute they have like a bunch of graphic design blankets (Vash has an Elmo one) (Nai called him ridiculous) (he thinks it’s endearing anyway)

-their condo isn’t huge but it’s very well kept despite a few scattered papers and assignments. Nai keeps a tidy home, and he’s practiced at doing so. In highschool when Vash went into a mental health slump (as did he, but he had to try his best to ignore it to keep them both afloat) one of the things that helped him think was cleaning. It still is.

-Vash has kids toothpaste because he can’t stand the taste of super strong minty adult stuff. It’s overwhelming for him

-like imagine using their bathroom and you see like Anna and Elsa toothpaste next to an astray toothbrush (also they’re not supposed to be out on the sink they have drawers for that but Vash sometimes forgets)

-they have a soft rug. They got it from Ikea. It’s a bit minimalist with small cute patches or color- Nai wanted a plain white one but Vash insisted they need some color so they compromised.

-there’s cute small floating shelves lining the shelves lining the walls- some have small trinkets Vash has collected from thrift shops (small plushie, a cute little pot where he’s growing a plant, etc)

-They always try to do something for each other every holiday. Nai especially, considering his love languages are quality time, acts of service, and gift giving. The first year they were alone and only had each other, Nai wanted Vash to feel better and got him something small. A cute mug he found at a goodwill he took Vash one weekend, (since Vash enjoys just window shopping. He refrained back then from getting anything because he hated to stress Nai out)

-it was a snoopy mug, with the beagle and the little yellow bird reminding him of Vash. He also got him a Star Wars keychain (because Vash was totally a Star Wars nerd at one point in time like imagine him cosplaying Anakin or Padme OHMYGOD-)

-Vash cherishes these to this day and every single gift Nai gets him. Even to the snacks Nai often gives him, or just the fact he knows someone cares. Nai has been with him through thick and thin, seen him at his worst, helped him at his worst, supported the both of them, comforted him even though it’s hard for him..

He’s forever grateful to him.

#highschool au #trigun highschool au #chris writes #trigun headcanons #knives headcanons #vash and nai #nai saverem #vash saverem #familial death tw #familial love #THEYRE SO CUTE #THEY DESERVE THE WORLD #trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #knives millions #millions knives #imagine if Nai had to quit tennis junior year to support Vash #oh nooooo #angst and fluff #NOT PLANTCEST #THAT SHIT IS GROSS #AS SOMEONE W A TWIN BROTHER I ASSURE U THAT IS NASTY #autistic vash #autistic knives #college au knives #college au vash #highschool au vash #highschool au knives #Trigun college au

[lastchancefm]

  ⸺   🦬   greetings, buffalos ! walking around campus, sporting his brother's battered brown aviator jacket, covered in patches we’ve spotted RICHARD 'RICHIE' SLADE, a twenty seven year old who contributes to our thriving community as a RADIO OPERATOR. according to our intel, they’ve been around the sanctuary for seven years and what we know about him, aside from the fact that they don’t agree with the decision to close the gates, is that if he's heard a song even once he can remember all the lyrics and he hoards music like it's gold, he loves tinkering with any kind of thing, taking it apart and putting it back together again, you can find him often playing with the younger kids and telling them wild stories. )

PINTEREST • MUSINGS

NAME: Richard 'Richie' Slade

AGE: 27

BIRTHDAY: 19th April (Aries)

GENDER: Cis man

PRONOUNS: He/Him

SEXUALITY: Bisexual Disaster

OCCUPATION: Radio Operator

HOMETOWN: Clearfield, Oregon

HEIGHT: 5"10

FATHER: Graham Slade †

MOTHER: Jolene Slade †

SIBLINGS: Rachel Slade ?, Benjamin Slade †, Christopher James Slade †

humming incessantly, drumming your fingers on every available surface, shit-eating grins, the soft blink of comms tower lights, ugly and sometimes vaguely offensive graphic tees with holes in the hem, falling asleep in the car and getting a piggyback into the house, draping yourself over seats dramatically then peeking to see if anyone is watching you, a companionable arm slung around your shoulders, a sure hand hauling you out of windows to sit on cold roof tiles, razz jolly ranchers turning your tongue blue, neon lights reflecting off wet asphalt, the half-cool touch of a chain dangling from your lover’s neck against your racing pulse, grinning through the pain so hard you bite your tongue until it bleeds, a dusting of freckles, your nose turning pink in the cold.

ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ꜱᴄʀᴀᴡɴʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ʜᴀɪʀꜱᴛʏʟᴇ. ɪ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴀ�� ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ.

PRE-OUTBREAK

richie was the third of four kids, benny was four years older than him, rach born the year before that.

by the time rich showed up, his parents had done their time trying to figure out good ways to raise kids and basically just left him to it. he had everything he needed technically but he only rarely saw his parents a couple of times a week. neglect felt too strong of a word. unless he was getting in trouble, he basically didn't exist: so he decided to do what any thirteen year old starved of attention would do. become a problem.

richie was into all the hoodrat shit: stealing from the corner store, throwing firecrackers in the supermarket and mailbox baseball. he swore at teachers, then just made fools of them when he got too much detention. plausible deniability was richie's best friend.

he had a few friends but bullying was a problem, his nose was broken three times in two summers. he was skinny, lanky kid with bad teeth who didn't know how to fight but he never knew when to back down, yelling vicious your mother jokes till he saw stars.

then cj was born. the very epitome of an oops baby, long after the slades had ever intended to procreate. instead of ceej getting the same treatment as richie had, he was the baby of the family who could do no wrong. rich didn't hold it against him but his relationship with his parents continued to deteriorate, looking at the coddling and attention he'd never gotten. that they were capable of the whole time but chose to deny.

the only thing that stopped him bombing out of school was rach, who was basically his surrogate mother and went to bat every time he made something explode at the science fair. she recognised that he was smart and talked to him like a person rather than a problem-creating idiot until she turned eighteen and moved out for college.

so what if his parents couldn't appreciate him disassembling the toaster and putting it back together, they just got annoyed there was no toast one morning. he was a debate team loser, an av club loser who did the sound tech for the musical every year. the one thing richie did otherwise was run track, he was no good in a team but give him a pair of headphones and a wide open space and he could run for miles. quick as a whip.

rich was a good big brother, way better than being a little brother. he'd carry cj around, explaining everything he wanted to know without talking down to him, played pretend games and did the different funny voices for characters in his bedtime stories.

got diagnosed with adhd, shocking absolutely no one. has learned to live without the meds he was on in the years since it all ended.

ɪꜰ ɪ'ᴍ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ. ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ.

POST-OUTBREAK [ FAMILIAL DEATH TW ]

everything went to hell in a handbasket while their parents were on vacation, benny became the resident adult, stepping into the role with none of the grace of rach. rach had gone to school in washington, out of state, they lost contact with her that night.

their parents were at a conference in boulder, with no plan and the neighbourhood eating itself alive, benny started them on the worst roadtrip ever.

benny passed over their grandfather's aviator jacket, sherpa-lined and meant for high altitude it kept him warm. it still does, it's rare that you will ever see richie without it.

three years in and richie wakes up in a cold sweat, a gut feeling filling him with uncontrollable unease. something is wrong. cj is curled into a comma shape, rich bracketing him. he can't hear benny breathing.

[ FAMILIAL DEATH TW ] it's clear that benny was trying to fight it. tears crawling down his cheeks as he jerked back and forth like a wild thing, trying to contain the infection as it told him to rip richie apart. a bit of richie died that day, killing his big brother and it never came back the same.

they'd been in colorado a while but stumbled across a group. their dad was alive but richie resented the fact that he hadn't tried to come back for them and remained where he was the entire time. graham liked fishing and hunting, he'd taught the boys all he knew about gathering for themselves, starting fires, finding water sources. rich never did find the time away from cj to ask what happened to their mom.

a few people who were here seven years ago know that richie first arrived with his father and cj, they had an explosive argument about joining the group as rich wanted to stay but his dad didn't trust them. cj, overhearing their dad say it was a bad place sprinted back out into the wilderness. graham followed. richie hasn't talked about it since.

survived most of the early outbreak by using his long cultivated free-running and bouldering skills to get up high and find places to hide. his hoodrat tendencies stuck with him, he still knows how to hotwire a car.

[ weapons tw ] doesn't like firearms and gets skeeved out when asked to hold one, he has a metal baseball bat, a crowbar and a machete. that's enough for him.

isn't anywhere near well educated enough to teach kids but loves to make sure that they get to be kids, even at the end of everything. sometimes he gets in trouble for having too little of a filter but kids like him, he doesn't try to make them feel small.

grows weed, has a little plot that he tends to, would like grow lamps to keep growing year round but gets that it's pretty costly in resources. gives this to people who need help sleeping or with pain.

sad clown, every emotion needs to be masked with humour otherwise what is he? are you not entertained? i must entertain the masses etc etc. actually feels everything very deeply and is sensitive as fuck. trust ISSUES

surprisingly good at his job, knows when it's okay to have a bit of a laugh and when to get serious. very good at keeping track of patrols, guard rotation and scavenging beyond the walls.

always cold, always ramming a beanie over his ears, rarely without fingerless gloves and drowned in various layers.

Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴀᴍ ɪ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ?

WANTED CONNECTIONS - TBA

im sorry my brain is dripping out of my ears

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#survivors.intro #pls help #death tw #familial death tw

[stigmvtas]

TALES OF HOLLOWAY — ASTER DAHLIA.

welcome to marina, ASTER HOLLOWAY ( nonbinary, they/them ) ! they are a TWENTY EIGHT year old WITCH (CRADLE) who resides in TOWER HILL. They work as a BOTANIST / MAGIC DEALER and are said to look a lot like LIV HEWSON. People around the island find them to be SAGACIOUS and MAVERICK, but also DOMINEERING and SPLENETIC. what do you think?

CONTENT WARNING FOR WILDFIRES, PARENTAL/FAMILIAL DEATH, GRIEF, ILLNESS, AND (MAGIC) ADDICTION.

profile.

full name — aster dahlia holloway.

nickname(s) — n/a; no nickname required - is anti nickname & will not respond to anything other than their own name.

date of birth & age — april 1st, 1996. twenty8.

gender / pronouns — nonbinary. they/them.

sexuality — gay<3.

typing — witch ( cradle ).

occupation — botanist, potioneer, & underground dealer of plants both of magical and poisonous properties. owner of narcissus' den under pseudonym of same name. opium harvester. girl fucker.

astrology — aries sun, virgo moon, capricorn ascending.

interests — plants of all nature. potion crafting. sudden strokes of genius. finance books and keeping a tight grip over what is theirs. revenge, vengeance, retribution, spite, etc.

aversions — cops. cop - adjacents. "i can fix them" motherfuckers. overfamiliarity in intimate moments. industrialists. fleeting moments of doubt and a guilty conscious.

next in queue — officer that's not mine! by sorry mom; the scratch by 7 year bitch; moaning lisa smile by wolf alice.

notable features — a full - freckled face and a permanently set frown. wiry red hair that's possibly never been brushed. toned arms and skin littered with miscellaneous scars.

general disposition — a held high head that screams insane levels of arrogance, sneers instead of smiles.

last known location — up and personal with a burlesque dancer from pearl's in the alleyway outside their dressing room, mouths red and hands firmly gripped along thigh - aka being a slut.

scrying mirror & kindred — billy butcher ( the boys ), dr. gregory house ( house, md ), steven hyde ( that 70's show ), ruth langmore ( ozark ), april ludgate ( parks & recreation ).

brief history.

born to dahlia verbeck, a local botanist, wildlife conservationist, and volunteer firefighter who was very known in marina's environmentalist scene alongside her twin brother, darius. the two were a team together, witches and scientists who sought to preserve marina's flora and fauna from the destruction of their environment.

aster's father was rarely in the picture - dahlia married at 19 to a man near twice her age, a local cop who never understood dahlia or her passions and left once he realized that there was no controlling her, or their child - who'd grown up to become a splitting image of dahlia.

they never minded maverick, their father, being absent - dahlia was enough of a parent to fill in the "gaps" and aster never wanted anything more except to follow in their mother's footsteps - she'd always been their idol, the one person they could look up to.

wildfire / parental / familial death; when aster was 12, dahlia and darius embarked on a trip into marina's woodlands to observe local flora, collect samples, and conduct a few of their own experiments when seemingly out of nowhere - a wildfire broke out. it took four days and the entire fire department to stop the fire before it spread - and no sign of dahlia or darius except for his wedding ring, and the burnt remnants of their campsite.

maverick took no interest in taking in aster after that - consumed in his own grief despite the abandonment - and darius' wife took aster in instead. she, elaine, convinced she could not grieve under these circumstances - took aster and her daughter, myra, and moved to california. as far away as she could think to take them - away from all the pain of the past.

she tried to occupy their time with the same extracurriculars and hobbies that she had put myra in since early childhood - but aster wasn't graceful like their cousin; and they clashed time after time again.

aster ran away when they were seventeen - after years of tension and arguments, and feeling more isolated and alone than ever. myra could adapt to the situation - could adapt to anything life threw at her, but aster missed home. missed their mother. missed marina.

upon arriving to marina for the first time in years - aster was broke, a high school drop out, and fending for themselves with nowhere to go when they met mother aveira, the coven mother of lune di ecate. she lured aster in with promise of power - of retribution and strength, and aster listened to every word. passed every trial - saddled themselves right besides mother aveira and would've followed her every word.

but it wasn't what it seemed - the coven; and with the more power aster gained, the more energy they felt seeping out of them. the sicker they felt - drained at the expense of the magic flowing through their veins. an argument ensued - and aster broke their contract with hecate - or was it mother aveira? - and left the coven after five years.

now - after years of working under questionable figure to questionable figure and doing anything in their power to find strength of their own - aster's made a career and name for themselves in a few ways. involving a secret "underground" greenhouse, potions and poisons, and their own lucrative drug business. but they're still mad - still angry. still looking for answers.

facts & temperaments.

a cradle witch - aster was born into a long bloodline of witches: the verbecks. like their mother, aster's magic focuses on organic life - mostly plants. mostly.

illness; their father's sick in the hospital, but they've yet to visit him. he has a new family now - and aster can't bring themselves to feel pity. he left them - not the other way around.

(magic) addiction; after years of overusing their magic as a means of survival - aster's now heavily reliant on it. the less they use their magic, the more severe the effects of it seems to be, leading to constant use and constant exhaustion. their magic - once strong - is slowly waning and losing its potency, and aster feels sicker by the day.

they inherited dahlia's estate after her passing - but they reside in tower hill and still haven't been able to go back to their childhood home. it's been untouched ever since - except for the greenhouse, the only place aster dares to escape to and the secluded place where they grow their plants and supply.

strong environmentalist - cares more about the state of marina's flora and fauna than actual people and it's obvious in the way aster regards others.

a naturally harsh, brutish person who doesn't bother with formalities or beating around the bush. painfully honest and doesn't care much about the problems of others unless there's a chance of something benefitting them.

passionate about what they love - sometimes to the point of possessiveness but overcritical towards those they don't have a high regard for. thinks mundane problems are above them and tends to look down on other people.

has a pet tarantula named stevie nicks. <3

they opened narcissus' den only a few years ago because they needed a way to both fund their work and gain intel about the important people of marina. it's essentially their very own gossip hub. blackmail auto farm<3

aster's just kind of mean without prompt. doesn't care much for others and is rarely in a committed relationship - likes to keep things casual and at arms length.

but they're smart<3 always thinking ahead. constantly drawing maps out in their brain, always has an idea of what to do next. doesn't do well with idleness and is extremely arrogant.

has gotten top surgery, doesn't bother to hide the scars and thinks they're sexy ngl.

#marina:intro #˗ˏˋ intro ⟶ ❛ aster holloway ❜ #new me new tagging system #wildfire tw #death tw #parental death tw #familial death tw #grief tw #illness tw #addiction tw #drug mention

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giyuu he’s like “sees a 13 year old kid that just saw his entire family murdered except for his little sister who is now a demon -> sees him in grief and in so much pain and clearly traumatized -> tells him he’s going to slit his sisters throat while the kid is sobbing and begging giyuu to not kill his last family member -> calls him a weak pussy for crying and beats the shit out of him”

#child death tw #familial death tw

[deaths]

oh i dont talk to my dad anymore because im still mad at him so okay uh. my grandfather died, i love my grandpa a lot, he kinda made me who i am with my interests because he got me my first computer and introduced me to anime. my dad got his beautiful house my grandpa had from the will, i was suppose to get it when i turned 18, and completely trashed it because my dad is a fucking asshole and they had to destroy it. fuck that guy.

#like to ME that was my childhood home. you couldnt take care of it. you have to ruin everything #SORRY. VENTING. im just getting my thoughts out there #familial death tw

[thevoidisscreamingbackatyou]

tfw your little sibling dies canonically

i can already give you three examples of blorbos like this ok

#little sibling #tw: death #death #familial death tw #canon #danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #dick grayson #richard grayson wayne #richard grayson #richard wayne #dick wayne #dick grayson wayne #batfamily #batfam #batman #dc #dcu #percy weasley #fred weasley #im sorey

[legendcrown]

no banner or icon or anything, because that feels weird, but--basically, sorry i’ve been a bit quiet over here, i was mainly just distracted by the rpc server, but. i’ll probs be gone a bit longer, as: my mother passed away yesterday, so i’m dealing with that, grieving, etc etc. which means i probs won’t have much energy for writing for a bit, i hope yall understand! thank you. ♡♡♡  

#* && OOC #* && TBD #yeah. #death tw #familial death tw #irl death tw

[perfervvidus]

* 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 ━ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄.

last update : 09/11.

nb : things here are up to changing once i plot more.

𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  

for most of the evening, aerea spent in apparent undisturbed bliss. she danced, she drinked, she laughed — as one of the few truly content for the wedding, she tried not to let anything be soured.

aerea was with aster by the time the chaos began; they parted with a kiss, and mutual compromise to go towards their family, with aster’s promise to go to their nephew and niece on the nursery.

she first found rhaegar, and while they were both inclined to go to the dragonpit, they were told the king and their sibling, vasila, was already on it. believing the king would have sent the queen to safety, aerea convinced rhaegar of that, and the duo went to search for daemon. 

before going to dragonstone, she met up with aegon, who told her of aster and vasila’s injury. despite begging her brother to stay with the rest of the family in dragonstone, aegon had his own family to think of, and they both parted with teary eyes. aerea, then, holds a resentment she promised to last, as she had wished for the family to stay united in their grief, and there was never any thought of going anywhere but dragonstone for her.

aerea, rhaegar and daemon stayed at dragonstone with the rogare family, and were most likely together when the news of the queen’s death was announced. the night was extremely traumatic to aerea, who had lost her home and her mother, and she most likely spent the week running on fury and sorrow.

by choosing dragonstone, aerea does not pick between brothers — but sees it as the most obvious, closest safe haven while their true home is gone, however that does not diminish the fact that she has picked a side, and will most likely not stray from it.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘𝐍

for the week the royal family remained around the crownlands, aerea tried to distract herself. without two of her ladies, she felt even more despondent; of cerenna’s injuries she would hear a day or two at most after the wedding, but emmelyne was too entranced by her husband - to - be, enough so to forget of her, so it was only by the storm’s end’s maester’s quill that the princess would hear of her cousin’s sign of life, which did little to restrain her anger and sadness.

so she focused on her remaining company ( the rogare, her brothers, her cousin aelinor ) and she wrote letters to her friends to check on them ( not emmelyne, whom she decided to ignore ), and was mostly kept out of the meetings and decision that lead to the attack to the vale. she did believe their wrath was righteous, that the arryn deserved what was coming for them, but she was not allowed to partake in the takeover, instead staying in dragonstone with shaera and the rogare until they were summoned to the vale for the funeral.

the arrival to the vale was more traumatic than cathartic, but she had no time nor thought to mourn for treacherous strangers when she was instead more worried about her siblings. she listened to rhaegar’s tale of the story, made sure daemon didn’t skip his meals, tried to hug dad once or twice, helped nursing vasila and talked things over with aegon. the horrors were too much for the family to stay distant, so they made up then, though aerea did tell him she’d still stay with daemon on dragonstone. 

during the funeral, she helped holding vasila up, and during the week they stayed on the not destroyed parts of the old arryn stronghold, she paid extra attention to her sibling, apologizing for elaena. once the king dismissed them, she returned to dragonstone with rhaegar and daemon, giving teary goodbyes to the kin who would return to summerhall.

𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐍𝐄 

aerea has no sentiment towards the ironborn, nor the kraken disaster. may have giggled about it with larra rogare, actually.

if anything, she’s too busy with her own issues, focusing on the crownlands. she sends weekly ravens to father ( who goes unanswered, but that’s nothing uncommon ), keeps rhae in arm’s length, and advises pesters daemon to focus on the rebuilding of the crownlands, to be a frequent presence, viewed as someone doing good rather than a destructor.

while elaena has free rein around dragonstone, aerea warns the she - dragon not to stray any further, and if the princess is to go anywhere else, her dragon — who has teasingly been dubbed the pink dread, a nickname that may have spread across the small folk in a not so friendly tone —  is to remain in sight ( aerea does not tell anyone that she’s scared the anti targaryen sentiment will end up hurting elaena, who is not so innocent, but is still one of her dearest companions ).

𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐖𝐎

emmelyne and aerea meet in dragonstone when emmelyne comes to claim her dowry rights. it does not go well, and aerea, despite finding the taxing a bit severe, sides with her father, notoriously saying that if the baratheon boy loved emmelyne so, then he would have her even a pauper.

𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

aerea continues writing to her friend across westeros, finding that, despite her own distaste for it, she has developed a habit of writing her own letters, as they do bring her joy during such bleak moments. she gets information from the westerlands mostly from cerenna lannister, whom does not return to her service due to her own rest and the unrest around the westerlands.

besides improving her penship, aerea continues focusing on her siblings. previously the one with the most penchant for ignoring and jumping out of responsibilities, she has been working hard on standing by the crownlands and overseeing the rebuild of the red keep, checking on rhaegar ( even calling his paramour, addisyn to dragonstone as if they came for her ) and hoping her sister in law, shaera, can soon grace the gloomy keep ( despite aerea and the rogare’s best efforts to brighten it up ) with children running around — aerea may be opposite for having one of her own, but she believes an heir could give them all more stability. 

around two months ago, aerea and rhaegar traveled to storm’s end for emmelyne celtigar and stefan baratheon’s wedding. despite still being upset about her cousin abandoning her ( in aerea’s acerbic words ), she could not miss the ceremony ( and her gift to the bride and groom would be an expensive one too ), though she does not remain for much longer on the stormlands, and instead makes her way to summerhall. there, she finally meets a very pregnant alerie, and reunites with her siblings, some of whom she had not seen in a few moons. by the end of the moon, she also reencounters aster tyrell, for the first time since the night of the red keep destruction. aerea finds herself smiling way easier around her tyrells, despite the faint awkwardness of being apart for so long, when they have all considerably changed.

𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐈𝐈  

aerea is not truly happy to be in the vale — new valyria, she speaks between her teeth, with a practiced smile — for her memories of it are bad ones, and she hates the cold, and none of the compliments she spews about the renovations seem sincere, even when she tries to make them convincing. she is beyond uncomfortable, and while she was content and careless in hosting visitors before, when she believed them unable to do anything to harm their own, now she is more guarded, anxious, and her tongue most likely sharper. 

she thinks lucerys should focus on their actual home, the red keep, and finds herself more grumbly and displeased about her father than she has ever been — even more so than when she was sent like a commodity to the haen in lys. still, she loves lucerys, and wants so badly to be loved back, to have him recognize her efforts in improving their true home and the reputation of their house; it is her name day soon enough, and she wants little else but to be able to return to normalcy, even if she has to swallow the poison in her mouth and smile until it hurts, a ghost of what she used to be before first encountering misery.

#murder tw #death tw #funeral tw #familial death tw #fire tw #⧼ update ⧽ — 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍. #this took...forever :catlying:

[adoranoia]

hey yall, since its. uh, a lil wordy + more story-like the anything, i’m gonna put this under a cut just for the dash’s sake (if you’re on mobile i’m so sorry), but, this is my full hc for ralsei and his family’s history!

once upon a time, there was a bright and lively kingdom that stood tall within the darkness, such the beacon of light it was, they called it hope. the kingdom of hope. ruled over by the family of er’ivatarn, a deck of playing cards; each member of the family bore a different suit of their people, ruling side by side, hand in hand.

uqste er’ivatarn, the king of spades, someone of softness, and compassion, yet strength and action, a want to protect, to help. opvet-wini er’ivatarn, the queen of diamonds, someone of ad -venture, and energy, music, yet hard-working, and determined. anlire er’ivatarn, the prince of clubs, someone of intellect and wisdom, something of wit and smirking mirth, but curious, and open-minded. and young ralsei er’ivatarn, the prince of hearts. someone of imagi -nation, and belief, and dreams, yet responsible, and courageous.  

years before either son’s birth, a problem arose within the king’s knightly guild, a rogue renegade. █████ █████ was his name. a simple squire, bitter in attitude, envy and selfishness hung themselves heavily over his mind since he was a child, a lonely existence his was. respect is what he wanted, power is what he wanted, control is what he wanted. but, have these he did not.

one day, having slipped away from his royal duties without detection, the squire set out searching for the long fabled witch, the witch of lagown kiln. a small feeble old woman who’s said to dance and twirl along the outskirts of the kingdom. with the magic within her fingertips, she stirs her honey-laced tea with golden spoon, a knowing smirk sat across wise features. she would listen to your worries and pleas, and she would grant a single wish.

“ oh, witch of lagown kiln, witch of lagown kiln… please, won’t you listen to my tale? ” the squire says. “ of course, dear squire, what is it you dream of at night, that you see in your minds eye at wishing tide? what is the thing that aches most within your heart? ” the witch says. “ oh, witch of lagown kiln, witch of lagown kiln… i dream of the throne, i dream to rule, to be remembered. please, won’t you help me? ” the squire states. (the witch falls quiet.)   “ say, do you see the darkened skies that loom in the distance, squire? do you see it too? ” the witch replies, “ do you see it too? ” “ …witch of lagown kil, shall you help me or not? ” the squire only lowers his head, and questions.   (the witch contemplates this for a moment, before finally, she nods.) “ …very well, then. if you so wish, then it is granted. ” and, so it was.

the squire climbed the ranks of knighthood: he earned his place amongst the best, the highly decorated. he was brave and noble, honorable and trusted. the plan he had concocted was to dethrone the family from the inside, and after all, who would suspect such a loyal subject as he? it was all going smoothly, every -thing was in it’s place. all, but one problem. the powerful magic the knight now held buried its talons deep, slowly seeping its way into every dark corner and faded street lamp of his conscious, unable to keep his control…

█████ █████ eventually lost his mind. or, what was left it, anyway.

due to his disordered thoughts, he acted on a impulse, one wrong move–and the knight was outed for his plans to overthrow the royal family. uqste and opvet still tried to find harmony with the ex-guard, ex-friend; unfortunately, in the end, it see -med like nothing would change the mind of the man they no longer knew. he was sentenced and jailed that very evening. however, due the power that now consumed him, the knight could not be properly contained by normal means. thus, the ‘crystal of ilences’ was formed: a prison, created with a boss monster’s magic, crafted specifically to stop him from doing any further harm, to others, to himself.

years passed without issue, yet underneath the castle, an evil brewed. a slow churning force, laying dormant, like a predator waiting for just the right moment to strike, with drooling maw, sharpened teeth, and hissed tongue.

soon, his chance came.

███ █████ was a new page in the knight’s guild, young he was, only seven years of age, naive, gullible, and soft-hearted. when he heard the knight’s singing whispers through stone floors, and wooden walls, at first, the page turned his back and stuck up his nose. the knight could give him nothing that would make him willing to work with the likes of him! but, the page was just a child, after all.

that childish-type of greed was something easily taken advantage of by the knight’s sugary words. at the hands of the page, the crystal was shattered.

the knight, now set free of his glittering cage, was sure to leave a path of destruction and dusted remains in his wake. if his anger wasn’t something to be feared before, it now would certainly make you flinch at the slightest flicker of its light.

the royal family didn’t survive the attack brought. as didn’t most of the country, for that matter.

the somes that were left behind were thrown into an era of disarray and heart -ache, to, with shaking hands, stitch together the seams of normal life again. eventually, the country did manage to rebuild itself on its broken pieces.

but, unfortunately in the process, due to their differences, the land decided to split into four kingdoms (the four suits), rather then continue as one

castle town was abandoned from that day forth.

the people of the dark kingdom struggled to remember what lay behind the great doors, while it teeters on the tip of their tongue, it’s swallowed back up by their eventual frustration. it’s something that’s always just always out of reach, a fuzzy, blurry thing. so, it must not of been that important anyway.

or… maybe it was forgotten purposefully? some came to joke that maybe what laid behind the doors was haunted. or maybe, it was nothing at all.

and so, the knight, finally satisfied with the apparent bitter end of the er’ivatarn family, the people that caused so much of his anger, he went into hiding, and he waited. because as much his mind screamed and cried out to take the chance, to frighten these dreadful commoners into their senses, of their true king.

good things come to those who wait, don’t they? that was his mistake the first time, and he wouldn’t be doing such foolish things again, not this time. he knew while powerful, he had no true control of his power, and if he went through with this his plans now, it would only be a matter of time before they were ruined again.

so, instead, he waited.

he was there, in the shadows of the dripping dark alleyways. he was there, in the low rumble of a kingdoms unseen underbelly. he was there, in the dancing shadows of a winding forest that beckons you closer. he was there, he was always there–always here, i should say, pulling the strings behind the scenes.

but, unfortunately for the knight, the heart of the hope kingdom still beats to a steady rhythm.

it’s faint, but… you just have to listen for it. for it waits, too. ♡

#* && OOC #* && RALSEI /// AND A PRINCE FROM THE DARK . #LONG BACKSTORY POST GO BRRRR tbh this is. pretty old? but i'm still rlly proud of it. still very much the vibe y'know........... so yeah! #familial death tw #death tw #long post tw

[mrs-kelly]

I was gonna try to have more letters done by today but. Tomorrow is my late grandma’s birthday and that’s been hitting me harder than I thought. I’ve been a little out of sorts, but once I feel better I wanna write them <3

#I know I’m not obligated like. I did promise but extenuating circumstances and I know everyone would understand #but I want to do it is the thing. and I will. I’ve just gotta give myself more time than I thought #it’s just this is her first birthday since she passed so. I’m hurting a lot about it #I’ll be okay I just. need to let myself feel how I’m gonna feel #so yeah sorry if anyone is rly anticipating one or looking forward to it like. it’ll come I promise <3 #ren speaks #familial death tw #grandmother mention tw

[crithits]

also mods are asleep post the rough rundown of backstory hcs (tw for drug/alcohol addiction, familial death)

- eddie’s mother was a teen mom. she left when he was very young because of problems with his father. he has no idea where she is or what she’s up to & has no desire to.

- eddie’s father did a lousy job taking care of him throughout eddie’s entire childhood. he was also young when eddie was born and struggled with drug & alcohol addiction the entire time eddie was in his care

- eventually eddie was removed from his custody at 13 and placed in the care of his father’s brother, his uncle. his father passed away when eddie was 16.

- eddie’s uncle cares a lot for eddie and has always supported & encouraged him more than anyone else in eddie’s life. he doesn’t quite understand eddie’s interests and is a very emotionally distant person but he loves eddie and eddie loves him

#to be deleted #this is a night blogger exclusive #i’ll make a more detailed meta later on #i just wanted to get my thoughts out there #alcohol tw #drugs tw #familial death tw #death tw #all very vague but just in case

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I woke up and apparently the moon was gonna hit the earth, but everyone was like, really chill about it.

I talked to my mom and she said: “Yeah, the moon will hit the earth in about three months, you still have time to say goodbye to the people who you care about." 

I was like "damn”, and then I said: “How do you guys knew before me?” And my mom said: “Its because we watch the news and you don´t.”

#dream #text #March 30th 2024 #apocalypse tw #end of the world #death tw #mom #family #catastrophe #mother #queueueueueueueueueueueueueue

[spamton]

i accidentally napped and had a dream (nightmare?) where a new update for stardew valley released where everything was the same except on a random day in year 3 Evelyn would just straight up die. There was a whole cutscene that started in her house where she collapsed, and then transitioned over to the hospital where Harvey gave George and Alex the worst news of their lives. However, they got to speak to her where she said something along the lines of "Yoba will protect me, and I am sure he will let me watch over you."

Alex and George would not talk to the player for more than a few words for a full season after this event. George would spend most of his time in the bedroom, so if you had less than 2 hearts with him, you could barely ever speak to him.

And Alex... oh my god, poor Alex. If you were married to him during this event, he just stayed in bed all day. Otherwise, if single, he would just stand on the beach most of the time, staring off into the ocean. If you tried to interact with him, it would just say "Alex is grieving... Better leave him be."

There was also other NPC dialogue like mayor Lewis saying "I haven't seen the community in this state of mourning since your grandfather passed..."

there was also a glitch where you could make Evelyn live forever and there were entire guides for the "immortal Evelyn glitch" that got patched out in the next update. If you tried to perform the glitch after the patch, mr. Qi would tell you that "hey, it happens to all of us. We can't prevent it, and neither can you, no matter how hard you try."

#stardew valley #sdv #death tw #grandparent death tw #family death tw #I DIDNT MEAN TO DOZE OFF AND YOBA PUNISHED ME IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE

[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.

#source: tumblr #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #robin #batman #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #dc comics #tw death mention

[onionninjasstuff]

i present to you the au that has been brewing up in my head for a couple of months now, dr steals-your-ending (thanks sm @scatterbrainedbot for coming up with the name, it slaps)

i need future mikey focused shenanigans like air, so heres my take. idk when i have the time and energy to work on it more but im glad i at least have this bad boy of a comic out of my system for now <3

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt bad future #dr steals-your-ending #dsye au #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt draxum #tw sibling death #tw family death #tw grief #oh wow this took forever

[hanamaryam]

✿ Hana and Enes

Enes was one of the few non family members invited to attend Hana’s grandmother’s funeral

Hana does in fact keep a list of all the times Enes has been right and they’ve been wrong. They plan on never showing it to him.

#familial death tw #those dank memes. #c: enes