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the-broken-pen · 14 days

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How about a hero who accidentally kills a cat and feels bad about it so they bury it but villain finds them? Love your writing!

The hero was thoroughly, miserably, soaked and shivering on the ground. Dirt coated their palms, under their fingernails and on their knees.

They dragged a hand down their face. Fought off a wretched sob.

Their fingers shook as they set the flower down on the tiny mound.

Behind them, the sirens on an ambulance cut off, plunging them into silence. If they thought about it, they could feel the blood seeping from their side. They could hear the sound of rubble shattering to the ground echo in their ears.

And the screaming.

They could hear that, too.

They didn’t think about it.

A sob worked it’s way out of their chest, painful in their throat as they tried to swallow it.

“I’m sorry,” they choked. Their voice cracked. “It was—an accident, and I know that doesn’t…”

They had to bite their lip to stop another sob.

“Praying?” the villain questioned from behind, voice gentle.

The hero shrugged one bruised shoulder.

“No.”

The villain stepped around, facing them. Their eyes dropped to the flower, the fresh dug dirt on the hero’s hands. The grave.

Their expression softened.

“Ah.”

“You can leave now.”

“Praying for forgiveness, or praying for salvation.”

“I said you can leave now,” the hero snapped. They swiped away an angry tear, dirt smearing on their cheek.

The villain didn’t move.

“Why are you still here?” They bared their teeth in something they hoped was enough of a message to get the villain to leave. They had a feeling it was something pathetic, instead.

“You were crying,” the villain said it like it was an answer.

If the hero thought about it too hard, it was.

They didn’t think about it.

“Burst water line,” they gestured haphazardly to the demolition behind them, the half-flooded street. “No tears, no praying, and certainly no need for you—”

The villain’s expression shifted. “I told you that you needed to microdose your power.”

The hero froze.

“Shut up,” they hissed. “Shut up—“

“You wanted to quit, and I respected that. You have enough scars for a lifetime, we both do. But I warned you. I told you that if you didn’t use your power, it would use you, and it would be an ugly, violent thing.”

The hero shook their head mutely, words stuck under their tongue.

“And you thought you knew better,” the villain continued like it wasn’t breaking the hero’s heart. “You thought you could go through life and keep it bottled inside you and ignore the pressure.”

Their gaze flicked to the wreckage the hero knew lay behind them.

“Did you know better, hero?” Their voice was soft and dangerous. “Did you?”

“I said I was sorry!” It clawed its way out of the hero, and it wasn’t a scream, but it was close. “Okay? I know I messed up. You don’t need to taunt me with it, I already—“

The hero’s gaze settled onto the grave once more.

“I already regret it,” they whispered. “You can’t make me any more sorry than I already am.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad.”

“Then you’re failing spectacularly,” the hero snorted derisively.

The villain’s jaw ground.

“I’m trying to make you understand that this would have happened regardless of what you did. And that it’s not your fault.”

The hero blinked.

“You just said that I—“

“I said you thought you could fight your power and win. And you were,” the villain conceded. “You might have made it another month. Maybe two.”

The hero had never seen the villain so angry. “But then someone shot you, off duty and in civilian clothes,” they seethed. “The fallout is on them, not you.”

“I killed a cat,” the hero managed roughly. They blinked back tears.

The villain shook their head.

“You were off-duty. A civilian.”

“I could never be just a civilian, you know that.”

“Just because you were the bullet does not mean you were the one who pulled the trigger.”

“You aren’t making any sense.”

“I am,” the villain corrected. “But you’re grieving, and bleeding, and suffering from a massive energy drop, so you can’t see it yet.”

The hero let the villain pull them to their feet, dirt smearing between their two hands.

“You want forgiveness?” The villain ducked their head to meet the hero’s eyes. “I forgive you.”

The hero forgot how to breathe.

“You can’t just do that.”

“I can do whatever I want. And what I want is for you to stop crying.”

The hero snorted again, but it was lighter this time.

“You’re an ass.”

“And you’re a civilian.”

The hero shook their legs out. When they went to turn back to the grave, the villain caught their chin, turning them away with soft fingers.

“I forgive you,” they said solemnly, as if they had never said anything so important. “They do, too.” They inclined their head just slightly towards the grave.

For once, as their chest collapsed in on itself, the hero believed them

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dailyunsolvedmysteries · 2 months

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In 1993, a Canadian lawyer named Garry Hoy wanted to prove to a group of prospective students that the windows in his Toronto office building were unbreakable. To prove this, he decided to throw himself full force at the window, which he had reportedly done many times in the past. After one attempt, Hoy bounced off the glass like he expected. He then tried once more. On the second attempt, the force of Hoy slamming into the window actually removed the window from its frame, causing the entire intact window to fall. Hoy plunged 24 floors to his death.

#Garry Hoy #accidental death #creepy #unsolved #weird

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kim-namjuns-baby · 9 months

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this is twisted but i love the trope of someone accidentally killing a person dear to them

#books #the da vinci code #trope #book trope #death #accidental death #writing

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neetsmegma · 1 month

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bedframe accidentally killing bedman e.g. splitting in half? =3

2k gone wrong o_O

#bedman #ベッドマン #ask #guro #gore #accidental death

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dailyunsolvedmysteries-movedd · 7 months

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Photo of Alec Baldwin crying in 2021 after he discharged a prop gun that killed the Director of photography on the movie set of "Rust".

#alec baldwin #news #accidental death #accidents #films

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setokaibapetty · 1 year

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5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: Joker Gets Got

This is a short collection of fanfictions where the Joker dies “on screen”.

1. What Goes Around (AO3) - A civilian kills the Joker by accident.

2. I Am a Retired Hero and My Love Interest is a Former Crime Lord!? (AO3) - A Danny Fenton/Jason Todd pairing where they meet after Danny kills Joker in self-defense.

3. They fuck you up, your mum and dad. (-They may not mean to, but they do.) (AO3) - Bruce kills Joker and turns himself in.

4. Deliver Yourself (AO3) - Jason decides to retire from vigilantism, but he has a death to deal first.

5. Druthers (AO3) - Joker is killed by law enforcement in this one. Pairings include Jason Todd/Connor Kent and the implication of Clark Kent/Lex Luthor. This fic requires an AO3 account to read.

Bonus: See No Evil (SB) A complete Young Justice SI fic in which Joker dies twice. And Joker isn’t the only Rouge death in this. This is a semi-crossover in that various “waifu” types also find themselves in Gotham.

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howifeltabouthim · 3 months

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They were all, more or less, in tears, beside themselves with grief, but Fred, with manslaughter in and on his mind, manslaughter of perhaps the only human being he had ever really loved, suffered more than they did. They had each other; he had no one, except the dead body behind him, at which he dared not look.

L.P. Hartley, from The Harness Room

#guilt #accidental death #lost love #star crossed lovers #grief #bereft #on your own #bereaved #quotes #lit #words #excerpts #quote #literature #l.p. hartley #the harness room #loss

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vintageterror · 3 months

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#1950s #horror #comic #sequence #stabbing #accidental death

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i12bent · 1 year

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Julie Lütken (March 23, 1788 - 1816) was a Danish landscape painter who - very unusually for a woman artist - was given a chance to paint a canvas for membership of The Royal Academy. She had studied with J.L. Lund, and her works had already been bought by the Royal Collections (now SMK) in 1813, and she had shown with success at Charlottenborg in 1815.

However Lütken was tragically killed in an accident in Hamburg when her horse cart lost control and she tried to leap to her safety...

Above: Et skovlandskab med en jæger, 1813 - oil on canvas (SMK)

#art #danish artist #julie lütken #1810s #landscape painting #danish royal academy of fine arts #j.l. lund #smkmuseum #smk #statens museum for kunst #oil on canvas #charlottenborg #accidental death

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wrathzy · 2 years

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Victim Of Circumstance:

In September 2014, between 12:30 PM and 1 PM, guests of the National Zoological Park in Delhi, India, were enjoying the sights of wild animals living their day-to-day lives inside exhibits when they witnessed a hair-raising, particularly atrocious incident. A man identified as 20-year-old Maqsood, who reportedly had a history of mental illness, found himself cowering in fear inside a dwelling that a 200-kg white tiger called home. Witnesses and employees of the Delhi zoo stated Maqsood had crossed the stand-off barrier of the white tiger's enclosure and then fell or jumped into the ditch, which separated the space from the visitors' gallery above. The magnificent six-foot fully-grown tiger named Vijay was some distance away when it spotted the man who plunged into the concrete ditch shrouded with dry leaves.

The surprised tiger advanced toward the man, then did nothing but silently stare at him face-to-face for nearly 15-minutes straight (as pictured above). Witnesses and a zoo guard above the enclosure attempted to redirect the tiger's attention by throwing stones at it, which only provoked the tiger and cost Maqsood his life. Finally, the tiger pounced on the man with its paw and viciously dragged him deep inside the enclosure by his neck, where it then spent another 15 minutes mauling him to death, all of which was captured on video by one of the guests at the zoo. The man's blood-curdling cries for help were heard throughout the park until the tiger ultimately killed him before fleeing. Maqsood's corpse remained inside for a couple of hours before zoo officials, and the police recovered it from the enclosure after placing the ferocious tiger into a small cage.

#bizarre stories #morbid curiosities #oddities #accidental death #wrathzy

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skzhocomments · 9 months

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Broken hearts can heal - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter III - In the blink of an eye

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

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Chapter II / Chapter IV

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Chapter III - In the blink of an eye

word count: 1.9k words

Three months later, you and Kibum decided to get it over with and go to the City Hall and sign your marriage papers. It was easier to sign the birth certificate as a married couple without worrying about any custody issues, and you were still going to stick to the plan of having the actual wedding party after the baby was born.

You were very nervous the morning of, and kind of bummed out as well, because you wouldn't even go with Kibum there. He went to pick up his parents on his mom's command, and your relationship with her was already rocky, so you let it slide and accepted Minho's gracious offer of having him drive you instead.

You got in the car, and Taemin and Jinki were already inside, but they let you sit in the front to help with the impending nausea.

"So, nervous?!" Taemin asked.

"Why would she be? It's not like signing a death sentence! Unless..." Jinki started, and you turned around throwing him a nasty look before all of you started laughing.

"White fits you, Da-Eun!" Taemin complimented you.

"Really? I feel like I'm so huge, I'm really insecure right now..." You frowned.

"No, you're really beautiful, don't worry." Minho smiled at you, and the other boys agreed with an eager nod of the head.

"Thanks. Okay... should we go, then?"

Minho started driving. You and Key decided to go to a city hall in the next city, where all of his other family lived, for a bit more peace and quiet. Even if you wouldn't actually have a wedding yet, you still were going to party and meet the rest of his cousins, uncles and aunts. Having to go to another city meant taking the highway and having a car trip, which you weren't super eager about, but the three boys riding with you made everything better, as you sang along to popular tunes on the radio and joked around.

After a while, you noticed a car in front of you that was really similar to Key's, which would mean you had extremely good timing to make both of you end up on the highway at the same time. However, you couldn't see the plates, the car still far away from yours, so you just asked the boys instead.

"Is that Kibum's car?" You pointed out.

"Hmm, I'm not sure, it's pretty far away." Minho tilted his head and pressed the gas pedal so you could go a bit faster and reach the car to check.

"It looks like it." Taemin popped his head between the two chairs in the front.

"Taemin, please stay put. What if something happens? You're going to fly right through the windshield! Put your seatbelt as well! You too, Jinki!" You scolded.

"Woah, look at her, a mom already and the baby isn't even here." Jinki joked.

"Well, you both act like little kids, so..." Minho added, making you laugh.

"I'm gonna call Key!" Taemin shouted and pulled out his phone. "Where are you?" He spoke, putting it on speaker.

"Oh, hey. On the highway."

"Did you just pass by a SK Gas Station?"

"Yea, how did you know?"

"We are right behind you!"

"So it was him..." You whispered.

"Good eyes." Minho told you, chuckling.

"Right? The baby's gonna have amazing vision."

"Really? That's crazy. Woah, how did we manage this?" Key laughed.

"Hahah. We are quick, that's how! Anyway, I'm gonna hang up now, drive safe!" Taemin mimicked a kiss and put his phone back in his jeans.

"You get points for not making your mother-in-law wait for you, Da-Eun." Jinki joked.

"Thanks God. She hates me already."

"I doubt she does." Minho frowned.

"No, it's for real. She thinks I'm stealing her son away from her..." You chuckled.

"Oh, come on. He's thirty. Does she want him single forever?!" Jinki whined.

"Don't worry Da-Eun, she'll love you when the baby comes." Taemin petted your shoulder.

"Taemin, I appreciate the gesture, but sit normally, please. And put on your seatbelt already." You scolded him again, making Minho laugh.

Your scolding proved effective as both Taemin and Jinki seemed to listen this second time around, fastening their seatbelts without complaints.

You were so glad for today, and despite having to endure a party with people you didn't know, you were glad the boys will be there as well, and that by the end of the day you were going to be married to Kibum, who you loved so dearly, despite not knowing him for long.

Today was too perfect, though.

And perfect things don't last.

And your happiness didn't, either.

Kibum was driving safely. He didn't make any mistakes. But on the road, you can be the most perfect driver, and still have everything taken away from you in a split second by someone who isn't as careful as you.

Everything that happened was a blur. One second you were smiling, and the other all of you screamed in horror as a car from the opposite lane drove through the median barrier with God knows what speed and crashed directly into Kibum's car, right in front of your eyes, taking him completely off the road.

You remember seeing his car roll around a couple of times in the wheat field next to the highway, and you remember feeling Minho slamming hard on the breaks, one hand on the wheel and the other protectively on you, holding your body firmly against the chair.

You remember screaming. A lot. You remember hyperventilating as Minho stopped on the emergency lane.

You remember getting out of the car and throwing up while Taemin held you. You remember him not letting you go, refusing to allow you to see the carnage.

You remember seeing Minho and Jinki running as fast as they could and approaching your soon-to-be husband's car, and Minho falling on his knees screaming.

You don't remember much else, though.

You woke up in the hospital a few hours later, and you hoped everything was just a big nightmare.

The nightmare was your reality, though. You could tell from the stains on your dress. It just rained earlier that morning, and you laid down in a field. That much you knew.

Taemin was fidgeting in a chair next to the window, and he was absent-mindedly looking outside, his eyes red.

"Hey..." you whispered, your voice hesitant.

"Da-Eun! You're awake!" He got up from the chair and ran to you, holding your hand.

"Where's Key?" You asked, watching as Taemin's eyes widened out in horror.

"Uhm..." He choked on his saliva and started trembling.

"Taemin... where is Kibum?" You wanted to stand up, feeling your heart rate go up. However, your arm stung, and you noticed you were being administered something through an infusion.

"Please... just... I'm going to bring Minho and Jinki, okay...?" He turned away from you and left you in the room speechless.

No.

You didn't want to think of the worst.

Everything was going so well.

Kibum is alright.

He just had an accident.

A bad one.

But he's alright.

He's alive.

You truly wanted to believe it.

You did.

You had faith.

But then a doctor came in the room, followed closely by Minho and Jinki.

Both of them had red eyes, just as Taemin.

None of them looked at you, except for the doctor.

"Mrs. Kim?" The doctor spoke, and the words choked inside your throat. You wanted to say yes, but you didn't get to marry Kibum, so you didn't get the chance to get the surname "Kim". You were supposed to party now, not lay in a hospital bed.

Still, you just nodded.

"You passed out due to shock. However, both you and your baby boy are alright and healthy, so you may get discharged once the infusion is over."

You nodded again.

"About your husband..." He hesitated.

Why?

Your eyes flew over to Minho, who was still avoiding your gaze at all costs. He was squeezing his eyes shut tightly, a few tears marking their way down on his cheeks.

Why?

"I am terribly sorry... there is no easy way to say this... it's an awful tragedy..."

"I'm not sure I understand..." You smiled fakely.

No.

"He..." The doctor cleared his throat. "He didn't make it. There was nothing we could do. He and everyone else in the car were pronounced dead at the scene... I am deeply sorry for your loss."

No.

You shook your head.

Surely it was not real.

But if it's not real, why are Taemin, Jinki and Minho crying again?

No.

"The hospital has some great resources, and I could refer you to a grief counsellor."

No.

You didn't want any grief counsellor. You wanted Kibum.

You wanted to be married to him.

To give birth to his son with him holding your hand.

To have him raise your son with you.

Surely the doctor was wrong.

Kibum couldn't be dead.

The doctor is lying.

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Of course, the doctor was very much telling the truth.

Your life changed in the blink of an eye. Everything around you shattered. Your world was glass, and only sharp shards that were cutting you up with each movement remained.

All the days that followed became yet another blur, an empty space within your brain you couldn't fill with any memories.

You couldn't remember his funeral. At this point, you weren't even sure if you attended it, or if you dreamt of it.

The bed felt empty.

You didn't really get out of it for the first week.

You just wish the world stopped for a moment.

You didn't know what you were supposed to do when every corner of this house reminded you of him, of what you've lost.

It hurt going to the bathroom and seeing his toothbrush, or his half empty shower gel; all the face creams he used to apply so religiously in his meticulous morning and night routine.

You knew them all by heart. You knew the brand of the toner he used, you knew the order of all the serums, you knew that he was running out of eye cream, and you wanted to order him a new one. But now, he's not going to come back to finish the tube. You no longer had a reason to order one anymore.

You avoided the kitchen altogether, because everything in it was so Key-coded. You remember how intensely he looked when picking out a new pan a few weeks ago, and you couldn't stand seeing that pan right now. You remember how happy he was to gift you the two glasses he bought because you liked the small and cute strawberries on them. You remember his laugh when he handed them to you, and how excited he was because he bought matching glass straws. Where did he even find them, you wondered?

All these memories that used to bring you so much joy and love for Kibum only brought you pain now.

Jinki, Minho and Taemin were camping at your house, it seemed, as you heard their voices through the door. Only distant sounds, though. You couldn't focus on what they were saying.

They came in and checked on you a few times per day, and they talked to you, but you didn't really hear them.

They brought you food.

Key was a great cook, and he used to cook meals for you all the time. This food you were getting now was not tasting as good as his, but you appreciated it, nonetheless. Probably nothing would taste like what he'd cook, because everything was just... flavourless to you now. Bland, and grey.

Just like the weather outside.

Late autumn. A symbol of decay.

How ironic that the season outside and your heart matched.

Autumn used to have many colours to you, but ever since Key died, your life turned grey.

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Chapter II / Chapter IV

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dailyunsolvedmysteries · 10 months

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The Horrid Story Of Octavia Hatcher

Octavia Hatcher gave birth to a son, Jacob, on January 4th, 1891. Her son passed away within hours of birth and Octavia fell into a deep depression. She remained bedridden for months, eventually slipping into a coma. By May 2nd, she was pronounced dead and buried in the Pikeville cemetery.

Shortly after Octavia Hatcher was buried, other residents in the town started to fall ill with a mysterious sleeping sickness. The sickness would render sufferers comatose, but not dead. This led James Hatcher to worry there had been a horrible mistake when his wife was buried.

Octavia’s grave was dug up for investigation to reveal a terrifying sight. Her face was contorted in a horrified expression. The lining of the coffin was torn up and her fingernails were broken and bloody. It appeared clear that Octavia Hatcher had been buried alive and then died in terror while trying to escape her coffin.

According to some residents of Pikeville who live near the plot, Octavia’s grave is haunted. There have been reports of a kitten meowing at night. People have also heard a woman crying, believed to be the tortured spirit of Octavia. Residents have specifically reported stories of following the sound of a woman crying only for it to suddenly stop as they approach Octavia's grave.

#Octavia Hatcher #paranormal #ghosts #buried alive #accidental death

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obsessedwithegos · 1 year

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what would happen if one of Kira's whumpees tried to bully or make fun of them for crying in front of them?

prompt idea by @kisaisacat

CWs: Post Strangulation, Whumpee Antagonizing Whumper, Electrocution via magic, Accidental Character Death (whumpee), Exhaustion caused by magic exertion

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Air rushed into Whumpee’s lungs as the rope around his neck suddenly loosened, he doubled over and coughs as his lungs attempted to take in all the air they needed but were unable to take it all in at once.

As he catches his breath he can hear Kira’s muttering from behind him.

“Fuck, Monuri- Damnit-”

“What’s wrong? Don’t have the fucking guts to finish the job?” He spat.

“Shut up, shut the fuck up.” Their voice was shaking.

He turns to look at them, only to be surprised that they had backed themself into the corner of the room with tears streaming down their face.

A weak smile appears on his face as he starts to laugh. “Are you fucking kidding me?! You’re the one crying?! After you’ve already beat me and tried to strangle me?!”

“Great! That’s just great! That’s my fucking luck!” If his arms and legs weren’t bound he’d be getting into Kira’s face. “That I get kidnapped and stuck with someone so WEAK-”

“I SAID SHUT UP!” They yelled, bringing their hands to their head as tears continued to fall.

A ring of light spreads out on the floor away from the fairy, and as it makes contact with Whumpee his muscles start to rapidly tense and constrict.

A choked sound leaves his throat as he unwillingly falls over, unable to try to move to stop himself or to try to soften his landing.

“I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP ALL I WANT IS SOME FUCKING QUIET!” Their voice cracks.

Then there’s silence. Except for Kira’s own heavy breathing.

Eventually their breathing slows down as they manage to calm down. They let go of their head to wipe their tears away before looking at Whumpee.

Who laid lifeless on the floor.

Kira sighs and goes to leave the cell, stepping over the corpse. “That’s what I was trying to avoid.” They mutter to no one but themself. “I’ll get rid of it later, I need a nap.”

They’re still sure to lock the cell door just in case he wasn’t actually dead, before going to the living room couch to take a nap.

gen: @emmettnet @thebluejayswhump

#owe answers #diye asks themself things #kisaisacat #(bc was her prompt/idea!)#prompted writing tag #kira tag #major character death #(whumpee)#accidental death #ask to tag #whumpee to whumper #<for kira #Kira holding their head is a method for helping themself calm down #it's also to try to hide their face but shhhhh #kira writing tag #whump #whump tag

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