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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 6 months

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How do boys react to when they get home they find their S/O attacked and presumably dead based on blood lose. Their child (S/O’s and Skeltons) cradled in their arms protectively? How do they react and what are red flags the see before they enters house [main 10]

TW: Blood & Dead bodies.

Undertale Sans - He hears his child cry like they never cried before and immediately knows something is off. He runs to the living room and just freezes, completely in shock. He barely remembers his kid running to him for comfort, after that he has no idea what the hell happened. When he returns to himself, he's in the hospital, his child cuddling against him and Papyrus big spooning the both of them. He just suddenly breaks down, realizing the situation. He's not going to be ok for a very long time.

Undertale Papyrus - He's horrified, but keeps his mind clear and immediately goes to check their vitals, noticing their child asleep after crying so much. S/O is still breathing, he immediately calls an ambulance and tries to keep them alive with his magic. The hardest part is when the rescuers ask him to stop, because they are gone for a few minutes, and he refuses. They were breathing! They were breathing, they couldn't be dead! But they are. Papyrus breaks down, devastated. At least, he still has his child, who is traumatized. He tries to stay strong from them, but that's hard. He calls Undyne and Sans to explain the situation. Undyne promises she will find out who did that to his S/O and her nephew/niece.

Underswap Sans - He knows something is wrong the second he notices the door is opened. He silently walks home, a hand on his gun, and comes just in time to see the assaulter about to stab his terrified child. No hesitation. He shoots twice through their head and runs to drag their child out of there. He then sees S/O and takes a deep breath. He saw enough corpses to know they're gone. He takes his child out of the house and calls his colleagues to take care of the scene crime. He tries not to think all of this happened because he works for the police, but he's hard. He refuses to cry before they find the murderer. He's angry.

Underswap Papyrus - He hyperventilates as he sees more and more blood. He felt the soul bond break, he already knew. But he needs to see. When his eyes land on S/O, he gags, horrified, then falls on his knees, screaming. He struggles to breathe and eventually passes out and falls down right under his child's eyes, who is now an orphan. Honey can't take it. He can't live without his S/O. He didn't notice the child was alive. Blue did, hours later, and he broke down. He won't stop chasing whoever did that and he will kill them.

Underfell Sans - He stares, not believing what he's seeing. Mechanically, he checks for vitals and jumps when he feels his child move under his hand. Shit. He quickly picks them up and lays them on the couch to examine them. They got stabbed, but they're alive, weakly calling him. He turns towards his S/O, realizing they just saved them from a horrible fate. He silently promises them that he won't let anything hurt their child again and that they can rest in peace now. He's going to find the murderer and make them pay.

Underfell Papyrus - He almost forgot he could cry. His hands are shaking as he tries to control himself, begging for everything to be a nightmare. But it's not. He stays silent long second, before noticing a movement. He takes a deep breath, and pushes S/O on his back, noticing their toddler, badly bruised, but alive. The child immediately crawls to him, crying. Edge holds them close and refuses to let go. He feels like a failure. It was his job to protect them. He fucked up everything! He's not sure the kid is safe with him anymore, not when he's about to go kill a ton of people to avenge his S/O. He lets them on Sans' door, with a note, asking him to take care of the child for a few months, or more, if he doesn't make it alive.

Horrortale Sans - He smells the blood way before coming home and almost runs. He regrets it. All the blood immediately triggers him and he cowers in a corner, horrified. It doesn't take long for him to lose all sense of reality and tell himself he killed his S/O. He refuses to get close, horrified he could have done something to them. He changed, he swears he changed, and he will keep repeating this until his child crawls to him and cuddles against him. He's shocked and devastated, and he breaks down, hugging his child. He manages to call Willow and explain what he found, hesitantly saying he thinks he did that. Willow doesn't believe that one second, despite the police saying that if Oak said he did it, then he did it. He won't stop searching for a way to innocent his brother.

Horrortale Papyrus - He can't even look. The blood is making him sick and he's just shaking uncontrollably. He thinks he has lost the both of them until a tiny hand grabs his pants. Willow bursts into tears, in shock, but relieved his child is alright. He won't stop hugging them telling them that will be ok, even though he is very far from ok right now. He takes a deep breath, then calls the police. He doesn't expect anything from them, but he just needs to understand what happened.

Swapfell Sans - He stays dead silent, refusing to get close. Of course that would happen eventually. He has no right to be happy after all he did. As he walks closer, he notices something moving in S/O's arms. He can't believe his eyes when he sees his baby is alright, crying after him. He hurries to pick them up and checks them everywhere for any injuries. He can't believe his S/O managed to save them. That gives him back some strength. He's going to find whoever did that and he will destroy them. He promises his S/O that he will take care of their baby well.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's in denial and keeps shaking his S/O, begging them to wake up, more and more distressed. He can't believe it's over. He refuses to believe it's over! As time passes, he is just screaming and throwing things around, until something gets too heavy in one of the cupboards. He opens it and finds their child, curled up and trembling in terror. The kid immediately cries in relief seeing him and throws themselves in his arms. Rus is too in shock to fully realize what's going on. He keeps the child against him, and he won't let go of them. Never. He will find who did this and will send Nox take care of them. It's hurting so bad he feels like he can't survive this. But he will. He doesn't have a choice. He can't give up on his child.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He doesn't say a word or cry. He's not even that surprised it happened either. That was always a possibility with how many enemies he had. It was a nice dream while it lasted. Then he notices the child. He stares in disbelief, not sure what to do. He can't... He can't raise them all alone. He's a terrible father, he just got their other parent killed. Maybe... Maybe it's best if he gives the child to his brother, or Undyne and Alphys. He doesn't want to get involved more in their life. He doesn't want his child's blood on his hands. He apologizes to his S/O silently. He can't do that.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's hyperventilating in a corner, unable to look at the scene. There is blood everywhere, the nightmare is repeating once again. He can't do this. He can't do this. He can't do this. He calls Wine, but can't even speak. He just cries. Wine is here a few minutes later. He checks on his brother's S/O, confirming they're gone, then the child. He jumps when the baby grabs his hands. He's quick to bring them to Coffee who can't believe his eyes, hugging and crying in relief. Wine stays long hours to comfort him, and promises that the murderer won't see dawn. He's taking care of it personally.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #tw blood #tw death #tw dead body #tw dead mention

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blueparadis · 1 year

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| GOLD RUSH | REI SUWA |

[ synopsis ] — Rei Suwa some how accepted advent of Miri in his life, had made peace with the presence of his partner, Kazuki long before Miri walked into their life. He was not willing to do it anymore, not under any circumstances but hearts does not align with our minds, does it now?

[ content & themes ] — undertones of fluff cuz i love miri, f!reader ( s!her pronouns ), canon typical violence, death, murder, profanity, mention of smoking, alcohol, sexual tension, mutual pinning,rei is so fvcking oblivious that I wanna bang my head on a pillow. characters include :: Kazuki Kurusu, Kyutaro Kugi, Miri Unasaka, Anna Hanyu. word count :: 1.5k

One. Two. Three. . . and four. Four turns it took for Rei to adjust the lens of his sniper. His eyebrows which were already congested seemed to become more devoted to the cause. Kazuki might not have packed the most comfortable sniper Rei likes to use. That fucking dim wit. A low grunt escapes past his lips as he aligns the nozzle upon the railing of the rooftop.

The weather is sunny yet sultry, not particularly of what Suwa prefers to have while executing his job, that is to scratch off another name from the list Kyutaro has given him. On any other day, Kazuki would have accompanied him but not today. Today is special. . . special because Miri claims that she is turning six years old.

It was so random that both the assassins thought that it was one of the other tactics to have a chocolate cake that she was denied the other day. Lately, Kazuki has been strict and he is nothing less than an angry bird as imagined by Miri. But Miri can be stubborn sometimes and hence Kazuki stayed behind to cook chocolate cupcakes for her. She does not crave gigantic three layered cakes, just small cupcakes that would perfectly fit in her small dainty hands. How odd ! How childish!

“Are you ready?” Kazuki conjectured from the other side. Rei can not recall anything happy of sort about his birthdays or birthdays in general. In all honesty, he never really understood the undying joy on birthdays. What exactly is there to celebrate? We're all gonna die at some day or it could be at the next moment. We're just getting closer to it each day, each month, each year. What's the point of celebration?

“Hm.” That was . . . inert for someone who never liked babysitting. Kazuki even proposed that he can go and do the job in his way while Rei could sit at home, look after Miri and play video games. Was he mad about getting hired for this job? Who can tell? Well, definitely not Rei since he rarely speaks his mind.

“Alright. I’m going to call.” Kazuki clears his throat before dialing the number of their target. One. two and a half ring — “hello”

“Hello. Good Morning.We are calling from the pollution center. I would like to inform you that the car registered under your name has been . . .

“But I don't remember sending my car for a pollution check.”

“Perhaps it was your daughter. . . Naomi Kento.”

And those dull black eyes are now watching the target like an eagle hunting for its prey. The lens zooms in. The target, Mr. Kento Fujiwara is now loitering from one end of his room to the other. Rei could have easily taken a shot through his neck but his bodyguard is quite persistent, maybe a little too good for her job. Rei moves his eyes from the lens while two sets of his fingers reach up to his ears, “ Kazuki. What’re ya doin? He is moving too much. Talk less.” God, the sun is burning his skin and thinning his patience. He is not particularly aware of the reason behind his edgy mood and now is definitely not the time to think about it.

“Oh! It wasn’t your daughter. I see. I apologize. There must be some sort of mistake in your system. We will send one of our staff to . . .

And Mr.Kento Fujiwara is still standing in front of his gigantic glass window but his bodyguard is keeping Rei from getting a clean shot. Does she know? Or was she planted by Kyutaro to test his skills? The other day he commented how rei had become a little rusty and needed to get back on his track. Wouldn’t be surprised if he were to do this. Rei moves away from the sniper lens once again and exhales deeply, long enough to make a decision : death or deaths.

The girl turned around on her heel and was approaching the gigantic window. Suwa thought she might have been asked to draw in the curtains which meant he had to wait another two hours for getting a good clean shot. Needless to say, he was not going to settle for it. Still he chose death. He watches the bodyguard to keep her hostler on the table nearby and adjusts her body suit. God, he can’t wait to put a bullet through that man’s heart. Kyutaro was right about him. He is a shark as well as a parasite. BANG!

Rei watches the target fall to the floor like a tree chopped from its root. Tsk! His eyebrows grow flat for a few seconds when he hears Kazuki saying, “Mr. Fujiwara? Mr.Fujiwara? . . .Are you there?” He isn’t. Kazuki disconnects the call. The number he used belonged to one of the staff from the pollution center, as provided by their friendly bartender : Kyutaro Kugi.

“Odd.”, Suwa comets watching all the guards in black suits flood the room that has a corpse lying on the ground.

“What is?” more than him, Kazuki is on edge. Suwa is glad that Kakuki did not tag along in this job. It would have taken more time to take out the target.

“Well, not our problem.”, Suwa amends. He is already lighting his cigarette, having his sniper rifle on his back. He is fast. He has always been fast.

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‘Breaking news : Kento Fujiwara, one of the leading business tycoons, was murdered yesterday morning. It seems that he died because of the injury in the head. . .

The news continues to broadcast further details, clarifying what is going to happen to his estates as well as his family members but none of that registers into Suwa’s brain. He is stuck at the ‘injury in the head’ part , which means, ‘shot at the head’ Sure, he is having a tough time but he is not too weak to miss his shot that was aimed at the belly, not the head. He can not be that reckless. Plus, it has been a long time since he shot someone right in the head. It can’t be. Something just doesn't fit.

“Rei. . .” Kazuki draws in the curtains of the room basking the room with the rays of azure noon.

“What?” Rei utters with the same bored expression that he always has on his face, but this time he bothers to tilt his head with a furrow in between his brows. Its unlike him. He is annoyed. He does his job with the least possible muscle movements, at all times, and most of his energy investment goes to games and Miri.

“I’m going to pick up Miri. I got a call from daycare. So, you have to pay a visit to the bar.” Kazuki shuts the door behind him before leaving. What a drag!

The bar has never been crowded, and has not been lonely either. The reason he hates coming here is of course Kugi’s horde of questions. More than that, he thinks he should not be collecting money for killing people, in certain cases but not all. He does not regret killing Kento Fujiwara even though it was not his bullet that caused the death. He takes a deep breath before entering the bar and his reason of irritation is not there, Kugi is not there.

“Welcome. . . ehh—

“Rei Suwa.”, his voice pitches in. With casual steps, hands inside the pocket of his hoodie he walks in and sits in front of the new face, the new bartender, a girl . . . no! a lady. “I’m here for Kyu- . . . Kyu-chan.” He averts making eye-contact instead focuses his mind to light a cigarette.

“I’m sorry. . . but you can’t smoke—

So, She is not a newcomer or perhaps really needed this job or perhaps a normal person. I don’t think he is okay with a woman working in his bar . . . without actually knowing what he does.

The smoke swirls in the form of a circle as Rei lets out a drag. His eyes are on hers, watching, thinking how come he has never heard of a girl related to this obsidian world. He takes in another drags and quickly scans her.

“I can.” Suwa boldly remarks with his eyes settled on her relaxed posture with his harmless bored expression that he thinks is quite infuriating, enough to get a reaction out of her.

She is still not annoyed . . . not even repeating herself. Kyu must have a tough time putting up with her. . . mood. She turns her head towards the door that leads to the wine cellar. One. . .two . . .she blinks and Kyutaro emerges from the room with two flagons.

“Had a feeling I'd be seeing you.”, he remarks, keeping the box of wine bottles on the counter. “Why did you let him smoke, y/n ?” Kyutaro shifts his eyes on the lady who stands still with a face that seems apologetic in so many ways.

Bingo. y/n. y/n is her name. breaking the rule was worth it.

“Moreover. . .” , his eye brows ran closer. “Why’re you smoking?”

“Sorry. My bad. Had a rough day.”, Suwa quips, putting off the fire on the ashtray that y/n slided while ago. Smart and swift.

Kyutaro adjusts his spectacles. He proceeds to the inner side of the counter. “Here.” he hands over two envelopes to Suwa, a smile of gratitude visible on his face. Suwa bows and leaves the bar within a minute.

It’s not a surprise that he has a girl by his side. After all, he has always been popular among girls, that lucky fucker.

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[ notes ] — might ( emphasis on might ) have a part ii ( if it does, i'll continue on ao3) but feel free to send me thoughts about them. I love the characters so much that I could write four page essays on them. This fic was a bit rushed but I had the idea after watching the first episode so I got time to prepare it in my head ( yeah thanks to my insomnia ). If you want to read more of my writings click here. And, if you like reading it, please like & reblog, leave a comment. thank you :›

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rosazoldyckk · 1 year

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-𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑘𝑎 𝑋 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟-

⚠️warning⚠️mentions of obsessive behaviour, stalking, kidnapping and implied death.

Fandom: Hunter X Hunter. Character(s): Kurapika Kurta

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The road was pitch black with only the car's headlights giving him any sense of what was before him. The heavy downpour didn't help, nor did the thick, black forest or winding turns. His knuckles were covered with his chains against the steering wheel, eyes blank on the road; appearing to be zoned out as he listened to the insistent pounding of rain.

"Where are you taking me Kurapika?"

Where are you taking me? You asked him that a lot. Kurapika wet his lips and turned his hard stare to you for a moment. Since when did you get into to the front seat? He could've sworn he had laid you with care on the floor in the back.

He ignored the question, looking back to the road and trying to relax his tense body. Driving into the middle of nowhere wasn't his ideal Saturday night plan, especially since he had you now. To think just a few months ago he spent his weekends alone- actually every night alone.

"My angel," he murmured, "you deserve all of this." He could feel his shoulders begin to tense even more, his grip grew harder and annoyance seethed from his glare, "I loved you so so much and this is how you treat me? I love you so much" he repeated, "I love you so much."

You had been nothing short of an angel in his eyes when he first saw you. Walking into the hunter exam while he stood alone too distracted to acknowledge his surroundings while in your presence. He wasn't so far behind you, he cherished the moments when you'd look in his direction. He was far behind you in every moment of the exam, too nervous to be bold and pick a time to talk to you despite you always being free. He settled for watching the way you kicked rocks in boredom and brushed your fingers through your hair as you sat in the trees waiting for your target. You were so perfect, everything you said and did. The way you hid in the trees spying down on clueless people or the way you carefully and quietly prepared yourself to attack. He watched it all.

Through all of his years spent lonely and passing weekly fixations; you were different. He never loved someone as much as he loved you. The moment you walked into his sights for the first time; so beautiful. How lucky was he to know you as well as he did? How lucky were you for being able to come and 'live' with him?

Kurapika makes a sharp turn, having spaced out and nearly going off-road. He blinks a few times, trying to focus on the sea of pitch black before him. "My angel, just apologize and we'll go home" he begins, "all you have to do is apologize to me."

A rare moment of kindness he showed, letting you come out of that basement and spend time with him; in some form of normalcy. And it had felt good to have your stiff body wrought with anxiety pressed to his as he held you and tried to get you to watch a simple movie with him. But you wouldn't, you were being so difficult. Just like always. How could someone so ethereal be so difficult all the time? He wondered, watching you whimper and flinch at his touch.

How long had he graciously let you stay with him? In that pretty, safe and cozy room he set up for you in the basement. He cooked for you and fed you, spent every second of the day with you, and talked to you endlessly with nothing but adoring praise dripping from his voice- How could you not just return his love?

Playing to how highly he thought of you, you asked; "If I am your angel then how could you keep me locked up like this?" "I do this so that no one can take you away from me." He replied stoically. So no one ruined you, tainted your grace; or made you ugly. "You're only mine to protect. Only mine to love."

Call him greedy all you want; this angel was all his. He'd pluck every feather from your wings; rip them off and pin them to his wall like a prize. He didn't care what time of hell would catch up to him for this, he'd burn over and over for you.

"You like me don't you? I know you do, you have to. I'm taking such good care of you- just stop crying!"

"You're supposed to love me back. I just want you to love me. That's all I want." He'd murmur, voice hoarse and shedding more tears despite you being the one with burning welts and bruises on your body. Why did he want to hurt you so badly?

You just wouldn't say it. That's all he ever wanted from you, to hold you and murmur his love to you. But you had to be so difficult, you just had to push him to his limit. He snapped, worse than usual. He went too far, and you stopped moving. And at first, he laughed and mocked you for faking, for trying to just upset him more. Until he realized something really was wrong.

Paranoia set in an hour after he realized you were gone, the apartment crumbling around him. Glasses break and papers fly, chairs go unturned and everything is tossed around as he lashes out in anger and fear of what he's done. He cries heavy sobs as cowardice sets in; why did you make him do this? Everything inside him short circuits, he feels dumb as thoughts blur together and morph into something too big for him to comprehend.

Night fell and the house grew darker, while he lay on the floor of the kitchen. Panic and anger were gone, just an emptiness sitting in his gaze as he stared at the blank ceiling. He knew what he had to do. He feels dead as he lays there with burning eyes and an aching stomach, broken nails, and cut-up's fingers. He feels like a corpse laying there. His apartment had become his casket over the past few hours.

How could you do this?

The car is deathly silent other than the soft hum of the engine as he recounts what he did. He remembered now, some of it. How he had pressed trembling lips to your forehead as he cradled your body. It was your fault, he told himself as his arms tightened around you. Why didn't you listen? Why did you insist on pushing each and every button on him, until he had no choice but to lash out on you? He wasn't sure how long he had spent holding your body after it happened, he held no concept of time anymore as every hour blurred into a lonely mess. He couldn't even remember getting into his car with your body; just one moment you were beside him asking questions that itched every nerve in his racing heart.

He looked, eyes wide once again with uncertainty as he reached for where you were sitting, fingertips never making contact with your skin as he turned back to the road with a shaky exhale. "I love you, I love you so much." He repeats.

He remembered now; what had happened. Where you had gone.

Kurapika looked to the backseat; a blanket wrapped around your body lying on the floor. "Oh, my angel" he sighed, a small laugh catching the end. "You really had me tricked, didn't you? Even in death, you astound me" he mumbles. You weren't sitting beside him; never had been. After pulling off-road at the first opportunity he opened the back door and stood over where he had delicately laid you. That pretty quilt he bought wrapped around you. He stepped away, throwing his things to the ground; his coat, a shovel, your belongings.

He cradled your lifeless body with more care than he ever did when you were alive as he lifted it from the car.

And he stared at you for a long time after laying you in the hole he dug for you. Cradled your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You really were so beautiful, and he really loved you more than anyone else could ever do. He thought about all the hell you put him through; too bad you had turned out to be so rotten.

Kurapika scoffed, you really were no angel after all.

#hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x reader #hxh x y/n #hunter x hunter x y/n #yandere #yandere x darling #hunter x hunter #hxh fanfic #tw obsessive behavior #yandere x reader #tw obsession #tw stalking #tw dead mention #kurapika #yandere kurapika #kurapika x you #kurapika x reader #kurapika x y/n #kurapika kurta

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penguinwithafancytophat · 3 months

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gender neutral dndads comfort pov (this is a joke)

hey shawdy momma, are you okay? You havent touched ur charlston chews.. aw man.. oh shit.. That's really bad dawg.. its gonna be alright. kill and stab willie stampler, okay?

#dndads #dungeon and daddies #dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies season 2 #dungeons and daddies s2 #dndaddies #dndads quest #dndads odyssey #dndads s1 #dndads s2 #dndads season 2 #shitpost #tw stabbing #tw death #tw dead mention

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mrs-mikko-rantanen · 5 months

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2023 Temperature Blanket: 🌻July, August, September🌻

God the catch-up on this project is unreal. Today is 11/26/2023 and I'm up to 10/22/2023 in my work. I'm going to try to get these three sewn on to the rest of the blanket tonight if I can.

September gets a little bit of an extra shoutout here. The center of it wasn't crocheted by me. My grandma brought it back with her when my Great-grandmother, Granny, passed in March. I've been saving it for this project, and saved it for September. September 18 would have been her 103 birthday. Having this little square in the midst of a year that's held so much feels very comforting. I know she's still here,, in her own way. Granny, I miss you. We all do. Miźpah 💙

#2023 temperature blanket #temperature blanket #crochetblr #granny square #crochet #yarnblr #tw dead mention

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goodoldfashionedengineer · 11 months

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New AU idea just dropped

I am sure it has been done before or in some variety and that they were just hallucinations but I like it so:

Hunter can see the Golden Guard ghosts after Thanks to Them. He saw them the first time when he died. They aren't always there and the number depends as well.

When Belos was defeated the ghosts were surprised that they were still there. They keep themselves more in the background. At first. Until one of the younger ones find this out and thinks it is so much fun.

So Hunter getting surprised or spooked by one. And thinking about if he just imagined everything after he died for a sec. But then one of the older ones comes as well and tries to do damage control. Honestly, it kind of made everything worse because now Hunter was having an identity crisis if he is alive or dead or something in between now since he can see their ghosts. The older one explains it to him like how someone with strong oracle magic is just more gifted in communicating with ghosts.

When he finally calms down, which takes a while, he says "Wait, shouldn't you have, idk, passed on when Belos died?!" "Yeah, thought so too but eh, apparently not."

So Hunter learns more about oracle magic.

When someone just pops in and points at something and says "that is totally wrong, yk" and Hunter having a discussion with them.

And everybody else who is watching Hunter just sees him talking to himself. "Hunter? Who are you talking to?"

That's when he notices "Oh... I am the only one who can see them..."

He doesn't tell anyone. Of course.

Turn to one of the previous guards lecturing him "JUST TELL THEM! THEY ARE YOUR FRIENDS!"

They settle on telling Luz first.

And surprise! Hunter isn't the only one who died! "Wait, you actually died?!" "Oh, ehm, yea-" "Me too!"

And they just talk for hours because they didn't have the courage to talk to anyone else about it because they don't want to make others worried. So shared trauma bonding over dying for these two!

#toh #the owl house #toh au #toh hunter #previous golden guards #golden guards #luz noceda #hunter deamonne #hunter noceda #hunter wittebane #open for asks #tw dead mention #golden medium au

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peaches2217 · 8 months

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CW: Blood, Injury, References to Death, Suggestive

Mario wanted to sleep.

He hadn’t gotten more than an hour or two’s rest at a time in the past three days. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was red: hot, viscous red, pooling on the floor, staining pink fabric, dyeing golden hair an ugly crimson.

Presently, he stroked that same mercifully untarnished hair, because that was all he had the energy to do. He lay reclined in bed, his back propped against the headboard; Peach lay face-down on top of him, her cheek pressed into him. Her breath was soft and even. He cherished it, the rise and fall of her back against his palm. It was peaceful. Then again, just about anything was peaceful in comparison to the dreams he'd been tormented with of late.

In those dreams, it didn’t matter how loudly he screamed her name, or how fervently he promised she would be alright. She would always lay motionless, her eyes glazed, her skin cold. However unpleasant reality had become of late, it was nothing compared to the dreams. So he gladly suffered through each sleepless night.

And his suffering could hardly even be called such, anyway. Oh, boo-hoo, King Mario’s a little bit sleepy. He wasn’t the one who had taken a blade dangerously close to the heart. He wasn’t the one who had barely survived an attack because her guard, her husband, the very man she placed her infinite faith in, had been too dumb and too slow to see it coming until it was too late.

Peach was alive. Weak, in pain, but alive. He shouldn’t have wanted anything else.

And yet he wanted and wanted and wanted until he felt he might explode. Yes, he wanted to sleep. He wanted a single night’s rest free of dreams and memories and what-ifs. But more than that, he wanted her, her whom he had taken for granted for far too long. He wanted to kiss her until the air left his lungs. He wanted to replace her pain, if only for a short time. How desperately he wanted to press her naked body flush against his, hot and alive, to bring her the reprieve of bliss, to come undone with her and think for a moment that, as long as they held each other close, everything would be okay.

“I don’t think you realize how safe you make me feel,” she had whispered across the pillow one night, flushed and drowsy. “When you’re here, I may well be invincible.”

Would the gash in her chest bleed once more if her heart rate rose too high? Would he kill her himself, just as he’d almost doomed her just days ago? Whose fault was it that such a concern even existed, anyway?

She shifted against him, her fingers finding claim in the fabric of his nightshirt, drawing herself closer to him with a soft hum. Her lips twitched in a ghost of a smile. Her trust in him was so deeply ingrained that she sought him out even when she slept.

After all, protecting her was his duty.

Mario took in a shuddering breath, squeezing his eyes shut. When he opened them, he glared ahead at the opposite wall, as though the decorations might come to life any moment and attack, and continued threading his fingers through Peach’s hair. She nuzzled into his chest in unconscious response.

He couldn’t protect her. He wouldn’t delude himself. And he wouldn’t rest until he was strong enough to change that.

Because he wanted that above all else.

#I'm not sure whether I can call this a proper fic #it's more a general practice and playing around with that assassination concept #it's not going on AO3 but I figured it would be perfect length for Tumblr~#super mario bros #smb #mario #princess peach #mareach #mario x peach #peaches' fancy fics #sorta?#tw injury #tw blood #tw dead mention #tw suggestive #tw death mention

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mistergreatbones · 4 months

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I love all those headcannons that because he was brought back through a glitch in reality, Jason still displays symptoms of being dead, like being super cold to the touch or his heart randomly stopping. Anyways my hc is that if he stays still for too long rigor mortis will start to set back in.

#jason todd #leo says shit #tw dead mention

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thnxfrthesteban · 1 year

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yellowjackets 2x06 did like. The best possible job of conveying how Fucked up this all is. how unbelievable scared not only Shauna but all the other kids were during the whole birth. misty thrives on chaos and saving the day and even she was freaked out. how terrifying it would be to suddenly be thrust into this whole situation when you’re all tired and starving and cold and so so scared and now one of your teammates, who already lost her best friend and clearly hasn’t processed that yet, is having a baby, and you don’t really know how this should go but this doesn’t seem right, and there’s so much blood, and you’re all just kids and you don’t know what to do.

When Shauna wakes back up the writing and direction and performances do such an incredible job of showing how all the others felt while she was under. they’ve got a dead baby and their friend bleeding out and they don’t know what to do. they’re all clearly so shocked and traumatized. seeing Tai and Van cry like that, they must’ve been so worried that Shauna was gone, but now she’s awake and they have to tell her basically the saddest thing you could ever tell a person. and at least some of them had to know this was probably going to happen, this probably wasn’t going to turn out well, but the baby had turned into this beacon of hope and now he’s just. gone. and now they have to deal with that while there’s so many other traumas and sins they’ve committed that they can’t even think about because it’s just too much. so good!!

#I have nowhere else to put my yj thoughts so they’re going here :)#yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #shauna yellowjackets #shauna shipman #taissa yellowjackets #qui #van yellowjackets #sophie nelisse #tw blood #tw dead mention #tw death

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everythingwasalreadypicked · 11 months

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Random Jason Grace headcanons because why not

He is a feral wolf boy in heart

He resorts to biting when he's out of weapons

Physics lover. He loves physics.

One boy in his class had a crush on him (and was devastated when Jason died from 'a surfing incident')

Was known as the poster boy of New Rome who did wild things like trying to change the entire legion's name (this is basically canon)

Octavian's parents were his foster parents since fostering is a thing in New Rome and I find it hard to believe they left this 3 year old unsupervised

The same parents were the Titan army spies in the Roman side

Lil 13-14 year old Jason had to watch their execution

He and Octavian's relationship was never the same after and this is why we never hear Octavian's last name (and why he doesn't seem like he's respected even though we're told he is)

Never recovered his entire memories

Doesn't remember his foster parents!!!

He's not straight

Wolf boy!!!

Juno has been more of a godly parent to him than Jupiter ever been (the bar isn't high but shh)

Pontifex Maximus!!! And he loves his new job

Would bond over building temples and shrines with Annabeth if he had the chance but he is dead so~

It's okay he does bond with Ethan in Elysium

Really sick of being perceived as 'the perfect demigod' (again canon, this boy has issues with everyone seeing him as the golden child) I might be a little self projecting here but that's not a crime >:)

Keeps making his monopoly shrines in Elysium (with Ethan) and sends them to the camps via Nico

Had a very nice mentor/mentee parent child relationship with one of the preators before him especially after his foster parents's deaths

And then both of the preators died in the Titan war with one year apart

Reyna became a preator before him

He got field promotion from his mentor like the one Frank had when they were storming Othrys

They later held a official ceremony for him and raised him above a shield

Remember he destroyed Krios with his on hands? Yeah, he bit him at least once <3

He personally offended Thanatos even though he doesn't remember it

That's why he has simultaneously the worst and best record of cheating death

Absolute besties with Reyna!!!

#tw dead mention #tw execution mention #jason grace #pjo #pjo headcanon #reyna ramirez arellano #octavian hoo #jupiter hoo #juno hoo #i love this boy #watch me sneak titan army into Jason's headcanons #sorry not sorry

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