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dostarve · 3 months
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I heard that an Until Dawn movie is in the works, and I really, really, hope that they don’t fuck it up!!
Also how is it gonna work?? Condensing a 8-9 hour game into a 2-3 hour movie.
I’m already placing bets on who is living and dying, I’m guessing Sam and Mike sole survivors, Jessica dies in the mines, Ashley and Chris get romance and then they both die, Josh gets turned into a Wendigo, and Matt gets meat hooked. I really hope they don’t do the Matt death where he gets pushed off the cliff by the deer cause that would suck ass!! (Also i’m hoping that my girl Emily survives but I don’t expect her to)
Honestly it would be kinda lame for some people but I kinda want it to have everyone survive, just for my sake. I will bawl if Ashley dies
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All I can say about it, is that I am now running away from the « Hurt No Comfort » Tag
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sunricgod · 1 year
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vance “i'd die for you” hopper and bruce “i'd live for you” yamada.
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renaiswriting · 10 months
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Seungcheol started his live right when I was having an anxiety attack, it feels like he can read my mind lmao I love him
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littlegalerion · 8 months
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Halsin only being 350 hardly makes him a "Daddy".
He's just barely a "Sir".
He's literally just a typical young wood elf.
And I hate it.
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heartbreak-sandwich · 3 months
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WE HAVE A PREVIEW. I AM WRITING. WE ARE BACK IN BUSINESS. LOOK LOOK LOOK!!!!!!! ❤️‍🔥
tw alcohol/smoking and also this is the sad beginning
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dracosmoons · 1 year
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what if the marauders survived october 31st, 1981 and remus died first because of the full moon?
warnings: angsty, like really fucking sad and painful so be careful
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Remus has been feeling miserable. It was only a few days until the full moon and he was in pain, in so much pain.
Sirius could see that ever since Remus' 47th birthday the full moons became harder and harder. When he was younger it took only a day or two to get back into his healthy self after the full, but as the years went on he needed more and more days to recover from it.
James and Sirius were with him every time. They never missed it. The wolfsbane potion didn't change anything for them, they still went to keep Remus company.
Remus had been in bed for the whole day. The full was 2 days away and Remus just slept.
Sirius tried to make him eat and drink but he wouldn't get up.
Sirius sees the wolf get older too. It's clear Moony isn't as strong anymore. He used to put effort in playing with Padfoot and Prongs but now he just lays down and sleeps, trying to be ready for transforming back.
They've talked about it. About Remus someday not waking up after a transformation. They both cried and cried and cried. "it isn't fair" was all Sirius could think about. He would lose his love too soon. They both knew it.
Sirius was scared every full moon that it would be the last. This time it wasn't any different.
It was the evening of the full moon. James, Sirius and Remus were sitting in the room they always used for the fulls.
Remus had already taken his clothes of and put the blanket around himself. Sirius was sitting next to him, holding him close. Remus was weak. He was barely holding himself up, putting pretty much all of his weight on Sirius.
James noticed too, so he decided to give them some space and leave the room until the transformation.
"Remus, baby? How are you?" Sirius asked, nudging him a little bit.
"Not good, Sirius."
He could feel the tears forming in his eyes. They looked at each other and Sirius could see there was no fight in him anymore. Remus had fought too much in his life.
This was it.
Sirius held him closer, his face close to Remus.
"I love you. I love you so much, Remus. I hope you know- I hope you know how you changed my life for the better. How you mean everything to me."
"I love you too, Sirius." He said, squeezing his hand lightly.
They shared one last kiss before Remus started grunting in pain.
The cracks of his bones and his screams sounded as cruel as always. Padfoot was whining because he wanted to help Moony but couldn't.
Once the transformation was over, Moony just laid there in a position that couldn't be comfortable. Padfoot could see that Moony didn't have the strength to move. So he just went to lay next to him, as close as possible.
Prongs did the same on the other side of Moony. He knew this would probably be the last time too.
They laid there and slept until Padfoot could feel Moony stirring next to him. It was happening. He was going to transform back. Padfoot and Prongs took their distance to give Moony some space.
Once again it was hard to watch the pain Remus was going through.
Sirius and James turned back too, seeing Remus laying on the ground. Sirius went to sit next to him and put the blanket over him, his cheeks already wet with tears.
Remus took his last breath and Sirius crumbled apart. Holding Remus close to him as if it would bring him back. As if he could revive him by hugging him.
He sobbed. He sobbed and he sobbed. Breath hitching and hands shaking. James next him, crying too, holding them both.
Remus never turned 50 years old.
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yr666yaoiman · 1 year
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I am really delusional anyway midnight doodle because I can’t stand having no content for my fav ship anymore I’m gonna die actually
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siriuswritingandart · 6 months
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Starlight Fading
TW: Gore, cannibalism (Sort of), hurt no comfort
DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE ANYTHING ABOVE
The full moon. That horrid horrid full moon. 
James was out on a date with Lily and Peter was missing so Sirius was the only one remaining of the marauders. Sirius was used to the full moons, he knew the drill, he was just never alone with Remus when the time had come. He either had James or Peter, even though Peter wouldn’t exactly help much because of his small size. Now that they were out of Hogwarts the shrieking shack was no longer available to them, so they would have to be in the woods with potential humans in there. 
Sirius looked nervously over at Remus. They were sitting in Remus’ house sitting before the fireplace. Sirius was extremely nervous and bouncing his leg. He loved Remus, the two had been secretly dating for years now, but he was terrified that something would happen to his boyfriend while they were in the woods. What if he caught a whiff of an injured animal and ran after it and Sirius couldn’t keep up? Hunting was allowed where they were. Speaking of hunting, what if there was a hunter and they saw Remus? Thoughts like these ran through Sirius’ mind and he just couldn’t sit still. Once he started biting his nails while bouncing his leg Remus looked over at Sirius
“You okay pads?” Remus asked worried
“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. Just really worried.” Sirius said putting his hand on his bouncing leg
Remus laughed “The normal thoughts love?”
Sirius nodded. He couldn’t believe that it was getting dark already. He didn’t want the full moon to come this fast. Sirius had spent the whole day with his boyfriend making sure his aching body was okay. Sirius knew how much pain Remus was in with every shift and move that he took. How could he not be in pain? His body was preparing for the worst pain he would ever be in and Sirius wanted to be there to make sure that Remus was comfortable. 
Remus looked over at his anxious boyfriend “We should head out. Grab your jacket love, I hear it’s going to be a cold night.”
Sirius looked into Remus’ eyes, the fear practically making his eyes glow. Remus put his hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder “I’ll be okay. You worry too much every full moon.”
Sirius took a deep breath “How could I not? James is a deer, you’re a wolf, we’re in a forest full of hunters. Either one of you could be shot. We don’t have the protection of Dumbledor or the Shrieking Shack anymore. We’re alone.”
Remus hugged Sirius bringing him close to his chest “It will be okay love. When have we been seen by hunters before?”
Sirius breathed in his lover's scent, it always changed before a full moon. He normally smelled like books and cigarettes, but now, he smelled like night. “Never.” Sirius answered trying to calm his nerves.
Remus smiled “See? We will be okay. Now let's go before I shift here and rip apart the house.” 
Sirius laughed and grabbed his leather jacket. It almost always had his wand inside it so he didn’t think twice about checking to see. Remus walked out the door with Sirius helping him walk. The day of the full moon was always the hardest for Remus to walk so Sirius would help him get around. James and Sirius had both suggested getting Remus a cane but he was very stubborn and refused to get any mobility aid. Sirius was planning on giving him one anyway. He had found the perfect cane and was hiding it in his shared flat with James. 
Once the beams of the moon hit Remus’ skin through the trees his bones started to crack as his muscles tore. Luckily they had made it far enough into the woods that no one would see the horrid sight of a body morphing into something it wasn’t meant to be. The sound of bones cracking practically echoed through the forest. Sirius went to grab his wand only to realize it was missing from its usual spot in the inside pocket he had sewn into his leather jacket.
Shit.
Sirius started running. It was not safe to be around Remus without being in his animagus form. He needed to get his wand and stat. He needed to- a howl rang out. Remus had finished transforming. Shit shit shit shit shit. This was bad, this was very bad. Sirius kept running hoping he would make it inside the house. The wolf, he was always hungry, he would take whatever he could get even if it meant it was human. The wolf only knew his friends in their animagus form. The wolf didn’t know any humans. Humans were a threat to the wolf. And the wolf was hungry
Sirius heard the sound of fallen leaves rustling behind him and he started running faster. This isn’t what he was afraid of. He never thought this would ever happen. Before he had time to process his fear he felt sharp claws drag down his back causing him to fall forward. 
“Moony! Moons, please! It’s me! Pads!” He said trying to reason with the wolf who was salivating behind him. The wolf didn’t understand and his sharp teeth tore into leather barely missing flesh. Sirius screamed out for help. He couldn’t die like this. He needed to be there for his moony.
“Please please please please.” He begged whoever was listening as hot salty tears fell down his face. The cold bit at his skin once the leather was shredded. Sirius knew what would come next, and he was right. Strong jaws with sharp teeth clamped down on his arm. The wolf thrashed his head side to side shredding the flesh of his arm. Sirius screamed in agony, a sound that only provoked the wolf more. 
It was hours. Hours of brutal pain and blood that Sirius couldn’t handle. Sirius ended up passing out as flesh tore from the bone. The wolf ate whatever was ripped away. There was no saving Sirius unless he was sent to St. Mungos. Even then, Sirius’ life would forever be changed. He too, would be a werewolf if he survived. Eventually, the moon’s power faded as the sun rose. The sound of bones cracking and flesh shaping filled the forest once more as a howl turned into a scream of agony. 
Remus looked around for his boyfriend expecting him to be in his dog form ready to pass out. Remus felt the same way, but for some reason, he felt sickeningly full. Had he eaten a rabbit again? No, no, this was different, he was far fuller. Maybe it was a family of rabbits. Remus opened his mouth to call for Sirius when he realized he still tasted blood. This was a fresh kill. Remus was about to be sick when he saw the gruesome scene in front of him. Remus gasped immediately knowing what, or who, was in front of him.
“No…” Remus mumbled to himself as tears filled his eyes. He had- He had to grab his wand. He didn’t care if Sirius wasn’t alive or breathing, that was the love of his life. He wanted Sirius to be alive but at the same time, he wished he was dead. Sirius couldn’t live with the pain of being a werewolf and Remus wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt that he had infested Sirius, the love of his life, the one he was supposed to protect from all of this. 
Remus turned towards the house and ran, well, stumbled as fast as he could. He left Sirius in the woods, he would remember where he was. Sirius’ blood was all over him. He had eaten his boyfriend’s flesh. He couldn’t believe it. Remus was about to be sick. He could hardly stand eating rabbits when he was a wolf, but now a human? And his lover to beat! His head felt fuzzy but he continued pushing on. He needed to get Sirius to St. Mungos now. Putting on some old clothes he grabbed his wand and apparated to Sirius before apparating to St. Mungos. They better save his life or proclaim him dead. Either way, Remus would deal with this guilt for the rest of his life.
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peachyoftime · 2 years
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Our Book of Memories; Han Jisung
genre: angst
word count: 0.9K
warnings: sad and gets sadder, mentions of drinking and getting drunk, manipulation, mentions of suicide
I recommend listening to A Book in Memory by Onewe because it’s what inspired this piece:P
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Chan smiled fondly as he turned to the next page of his friends.
Jisung and Chan had known each other for a long time. The longest out of all the friends he had in college and it was a pleasant sight whenever he got to see Jisung again. They had gone to the same international school when they were younger and their families kept in contact every once in a while for their sake. Their families didn’t actually like each other though. They didn’t know why and it was better if they didn’t ask. As they grew older, they didn’t have to keep going through their parents to keep in contact which was a relief as their families could keep their distance now.
Finding out that they were going to the same school had them ecstatic. Minho ended up as Chan’s roommate which was disappointing because Chan and Jisung had wanted to be in the same apartment but not soon after Jisung had met Minho, it was like he was their other roommate because of how often he visited. He was comfortable around Jisung and treated him like a younger brother.
When Jisung and Minho had met for the first time it was awkward because of how opposite the two were. It was satisfying watching Jisung slowly bring him out of his shell and a month later it was like they had known each other for years. The two didn’t start dating until the next school year which finally ended the exhausting experience that their friends had to go through. Jisung would pine after him day after day and Minho couldn’t care enough to do the same. It took a huge fight between the two to finally get Minho to confess that he thinks he also had feelings for Jisung. In all honesty, this should’ve been the first and only sign that they weren’t going to be good for each other.
At first, they didn’t fight often, maybe a huge fight every two months. Then, once a month, twice a month. The group knew things were getting worse when they had a different fight every other week. After that, it was multiple every five or so days. It was worse when they met Hyunjin because Jisung would listen to Hyunjin and agree that Minho was controlling him. Maybe Jisung and Minho could’ve saved their relationship if it weren’t for Hyunjin.
Jisung broke up with Minho, which was the first shock. They all assumed that Minho would end things, because Minho was… well he was Minho. They never actually spoke about it though. It might’ve been their other problem because they would keep so many things to themselves. They were a group of friends but things always felt awkward and tense.
The next shock was less than a week later when Hyunjin and Jisung walked in claiming that they were together. It was baffling and hard to get used to at first knowing Hyunjin's reputation. Chan knew that people never changed but, like the rest of them, he said nothing of it. It was easier to say nothing and pretend like it wasn’t happening than to step in. Chan knew Jisung and knew that he wasn’t going to give in even if Chan tried to talk him out of committing to Hyunjin. But still, Chan thought of himself as a bad friend for not even trying.
The group noticed that the two wouldn’t show up to the things they were invited to. It wouldn’t have been a big deal but most of the time they would accept invitations and tell the group that they would attend. They didn’t even try to make up excuses when called out for it so the group stopped doing it. They missed Felix’s big dance performance, they caused all of them to miss Seungmin’s film festival, and they didn’t attend Jeongin’s art show.
Hyunjin knew what he was doing but Jisung didn’t. He was completely oblivious to the manipulation that he was being put through. He began seeing less and less of Jisung. Once a week at most. He could see their friendship falling through as the days passed. It was sad. They had known each other for so many years but this is what would drive them apart.
Jisung was too far gone to hang out with them by the time that Hyunjin had broken up with him. It was as if walking up to a group of strangers and sitting down like you knew them. The night Jisung called Chan he was so drunk that he was almost hard to understand. Jisung hung up not even five minutes into the call of Chan trying to figure out where he was to make sure he was alright.
That was the last time he heard from Jisung. There were many rumors that went around, he dropped out, he finally let his broken heart get the best of him so he ended it all. Chan hoped that he would move back home. Maybe he went back to the international school where they had met years and years ago. Chan hoped that Jisung found someone who could care for him as much as Jisung cared for them. He missed Jisung the most out of all of them and he was sorry that he introduced him to his first heartbreak.
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rainbow-burst · 2 years
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As only black person in this household (there someone else brown in the house but she's Latina) . I'm just going to let the white people do them.. and just let them do it in silence and if something happens it happens just as long as doesn't involve me or the other girl.
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fallencelsetial · 6 days
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*sigh*
.....I'm fucking sad........
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gentil-minou · 10 months
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Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness
Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you've read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?
THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT
I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it's been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible
Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together
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mroddmod · 9 days
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everyone be quiet i'm manifesting
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renaiswriting · 10 months
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I just woke up from a nap, and I dreamed that I was in a relationship with this guy, and he was just so perfect, like he was constantly hugging me, cuddling me, kissing me, playing with my hair, holding my hand, and telling me the sweetest things, like I was in love. I woke up feeling depressed.
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biboomerangboi · 2 months
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Saw something about Hua Cheng always being able to sense his ashes so he can always sense Xie Lian and I just think it adds a hilarious take to him giving Xie Lian his ashes. Like yes it’s a beautiful and romantic ghostly tradition but there is something so funny about him given them to him the moment he has to leave so he doesn’t lose him again after 800 years of searching like someone tagging a bird to track their migration habits. He is not taking no fucking chances.
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