#cw grieving

[ali-kitkat]

i did it y'all!! here's that little one shot i promised. it's also cross posted on ao3 here

And If I Only Could I'd Make A Deal With God

Marinette was in Damian’s apartment, sorting through his personal belongings. His family had insisted that she do it, to see if there was anything she wanted to keep. To remember him by, they said. It was a daunting task, one she barely felt up to but she still accepted nonetheless. 

She was going through the motions as she filled box after box. She barely looked at his things as she packed them away, not wanting to let herself break down as his family was sitting right outside in the living room of the apartment. 

It was as she began sorting through his clothing that she found it. A dark forest green sweater, it was soft to the touch, well made and well loved. She remembered the first time she’d seen that sweater, the first time she borrowed it. Damian was notorious for never letting anyone borrow any of his things.

It was the middle of December, they were walking back to Damian’s apartment after another one of their dates, when it had started to rain. The rain itself was chilling and unexpected and by the time they arrived they were both soaked head to toe. 

Damian had ushered her in, running to grab some towels to dry off the excess water that was dripping off both of them. He had steered her towards a bathroom, instructing her to shower before she caught a cold. She had protested in the beginning, stating that since it was his apartment that he should shower first and that she also didn’t have anything to change into either. 

He had remedied the lack of clothing quickly, darting out of the bathroom and returning with a small bundle of clothing and reassuring her that he wasn’t nearly as cold as she was. She tried to argue that she wasn’t that cold but given the fact that she was still shivering he clearly didn’t believe her and promptly left the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a click. 

The hot water was a blessing compared to the coldness that had seeped into her bones. She finished her shower, already spending more than enough time under the water. When she emerged Damian was in the kitchen, stirring a pot atop the stove. He was dressed in a dark forest green sweater and black sweatpants, looking much warmer than she felt, even with the help of a hot shower. 

It must have been obvious that she was still cold because Damian had taken off his sweater, leaving him in just a tank top, and pulled it over her head. The sweater itself was large on her. Her arms barely fit three quarters of the sleeves while the rest hung off her frame in a similar style as some of her dresses, ending right before the knees. The sweater was warm and her shivering lessened.

Truth be told, it was Damian’s actions that warmed her rather than the sweater, though the sweater itself was a plus. She could feel her face heat up and Damian simply smiled at her, as if he were aware of his affect on her. She had murmured her thanks before hiding her face in her hands and he let out a small chuckle. 

Damian directed her towards the sofa, which was laden with pillows and blankets. Some looked out of place as if he had rushed out and bought them recently. She smiled at the thought, it had been mentioned in a previous conversation they had, more of an offhand comment than an actual discussion. The care he put into paying attention to her words was almost enough to make her cry. No one had ever listened like that to her before, but Damian clearly had and put effort into making his space more open to her was almost like a confession. 

Damian circled around the sofa with two mugs in hand, one of them adorned with whipped cream and sprinkles. Another tally in his favor as he clearly took note of how she preferred her hot chocolate. He had handed her the mugs and settled down next to her, collecting his mug from her afterwards. They had picked a movie out to watch something light hearted but still bearable to watch.

They had laid down on the sofa after the movie finished. Marinette curled up against Damian and several blankets piled on top of them. The warmth surrounding her combined with Damian’s hands in her hair were lulling her to sleep. She was still awake when she heard him whisper in her ear, ‘I love you’

It was the first time Damian had not only said it to her but also had shown her that he did indeed love her. 

“I miss you, Damian,” Marinette croaked as her knees buckled and she collapsed. Loud ugly sobs wrenched their way out of her throat. She curled up around the sweater on the floor grieving the man she loved.

#daminette #maribat #damian x marinette #maridami #mlb/dc crossover #ali-kitkat's writing #ali-kitkat writes #cw major character death #cw grieving #cw mourning #its more implied character death but still tagging it as major character death

[cutthroatkindness]

I have already lost my mother, father, last grandparent, my cousin, and countless beloved pets all before I even reach 27 and with that, sometimes I find myself wondering why we as humans even bother loving that of which will eventually die and be gone.

But the simple and hard truth is that it IS still better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. Because yes, the pain never really lessens but neither does the love. The love never fades either, in fact, you might even find it only ever grows.

#personal #mental health #mental health journey #healing #mental health reminders #gentle reminders #self love #self care #selfcare #griefrecovery #tw grieving #tw grief #grieving #grief #cw grief #cw grieving #moving on #letting go #bereavement #love #grief recovery #trauma recovery #cw trauma #tw trauma #recovery

[the-bar-sinister]

There were so many people over the years that Steve Rogers had held as they died; cradling them in his arms as a final comfort.

Friends, lovers, enemies, strangers alike. He held them all, covered in mud, and blood, and ash and bile, soaking with seawater or rain. 

He held some who were lucid, speaking until the end, and some who were half gone murmuring to people that Steve couldn't see. He cradled people who were finally at peace, and people who were begging not to go.

He hadn't been able to hold the one person who had mattered most.

ao3 link

#stucky #steve x bucky #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #marvel #marvel comics #angst #hurt no comfort #cw grieving #cw death mention #cw death #drabble #fanfiction #fanfic #exotrauma #❄️💪

[agentnatesewell]

🥺 mar you can't do this to me (affectionate, I love this)

Hello PD! Hope you’re having a wonderful day!

Surina losing Nate, in her arms no less, would take her somewhere she couldn’t return from. Losing Rook was one thing, her father, with the residual loss of her mother, not remembering him and not knowing what it would have been like to be any semblance of a family (but goodness, not knowing Rook’s version?), well that was always something she could work through. A fantasy instead of her reality.

But Nate? Knowing love, knowing love that really was under the impression of literally everlasting, and losing it? I didn’t want that to be the end of her because I think she would want to be stronger than that.

She’s always known Adam to be a part of Nate, an extension of him. His friend, partner, love for 300+ plus years. As much as it would hurt her, she knows it would be such a profound loss and pain and void for Adam.

And she knows that Nate wouldn’t be any them to hurt, suffer, so - I think she would forge a deep friendship, even beyond the best friendship of when Nate was alive. To help fill that hole in his heart, and keep from any more walls from coming up.

Really, it would help her, too. To honor Nate. To honor their relationships. To not be alone. To continue going.

(And not just Adam but the whole of Unit Bravo, too!)

Besides, some of that I think would be formed by her own story. Rebecca loved Rook but didn’t carry on his story, his legacy, their family with Suri.

And Surina wouldn’t let Nate die twice.

Goodness! What a thought, though!!

#this is so rambly but there are so many feelings #thank you for this ask pd!! #nate can’t die nate can’t die #ask #otp: nuri #cw death #cw grieving

[masonscig]

i don’t know why i spend so much time apologizing for taking up space with my grief. how else am i supposed to heal if i keep trying to make myself small when my feelings are so big

#i dunno. i've grieved so much over the years #grieving lost friendships. grieving what my life could've been. grieving lost family members #figuring out how to navigate the gaps left behind #this is the first time i've really allowed myself to unabashedly grieve #at 26 years old i think i'm finally getting the hang of healthily processing these feelings #i've been crying a lot. and for me – a person who cries like twice a year – this is a lot for me #but it feels good. it's coming in waves and i'm letting it come and go naturally #i probably shouldn't use fandom tumblr as a diary but i'm going back to my old ways #i might post a long cathartic thing i wrote to help me process this better idk yet #cw grief #cw grieving #cw loss

[viaslibrary]

spring will come again, people say. yet I am heartsick. nothing will happen when spring comes; that child will not come again.

I remember May this year: I bundled you off to the zoo. when I showed you the elephant, you went: 'Meow'; and when I showed you the birds, again you went: 'Meow';

the deer I showed you last of all, its antlers must have impressed you a lot: you stared at it without saying a thing.

at that time you really were in the light of this world, standing and staring at it...

Nakahara Chūya, Spring Will Come Again

#nakahara chūya #japanese literature #literature #japanese poem #japanese poetry #library #home library #showa period #via's library #coping with grief #child loss #cw grieving

[poeticblogname]

i never followed you on tiktok. that’s a choice or missed opportunity that haunts me. your profile follows me but i think i like it that way. “do you know (username)?” “others you may know” “from your contacts” i see your profile sometimes and sometimes i can convince myself you’re on the other side and not just another ghost of the cyberspace.

#grief journal #griefjourney #grief journal prompts #kts grief #dealing with grief #letter to the dead #griefandloss #cw grieving #tiktok #following

[xynchronicity]

Go into my inbox and tell me a situation you’d love to see my muse go through.

@discountedmuses said: Since I seem to be a glutton for angst, Reaps finding out Brann was killed during a mission >:3

//You and me both lmao

tw: angst, character death, grief/grieving

The wraith had been antsy the entire time Brann was gone. He trusted his little knight out on missions, but this one didn't sit well with him. He kept himself busy with things or rather Moira did. Which helped keep his mind off of things.

When the time came that the dropship returned, Reaps was there, watching as people filed out of the ship. He never saw Brann, though. Hell, it seemed those from the mission seemed to avoid the wraith, fearing him for an entirely different reason than normal. He simply huffed in annoyance then grabbed the nearest agent, "Where is he?"

The agent shrunk under the wraith's gaze, "He...didn't make it, sir."

Reaps stared at the agent a long moment, brows furrowing beneath his mask before anger took over. "Liar," he growled out, squeezing the agent's arm until it broke. He pushed the agent away and then marched back into the base. He refused to believe that of everyone his knight was the one that didn't make it back. No, this wasn't right.

Gathering his gear, he was determined to set out and find his knight himself. He needed to see it for himself. Word of mouth wasn't good enough for him.

The wraith set out himself using his abilities to traverse the world. When he reached the destination their mission was, he scoured the area. He left no stone unturned. Eventually, he did find his little knight amongst some rubble. As Reaps knelt down beside his body, he took his mask off, dropping it to the ground. His red eyes take in the damage.

He gathered Brann's body in his arms and made his way back. They didn't even bother to find his knight to-...he expected too much of Talon. They're heartless and cold. Brann didn't deserve this fate, he deserved better. The trip back allowed Reaps to steel his emotions into a singular rage.

"Ma'am, he went-" The voice was cut off by another, "I know. Foolishly he got attached." Moira wasn't surprised Reaps went to find his little pet's body. She expected it. Another thing to add to her list to work out of his behavior. The redhead gave the wraith enough time to have his moment, counting down the minutes until he returned as she awaited his return.

Reaps took his time getting back, only using his abilities to traverse buildings or other obstacles but otherwise walked back. Seeing the man on the horizon with his pet in tow made Moira smirk. As he came closer, she spoke up, "I'm disappointed, wraith." Said wraith simply walked past her, paying her no mind. "I gave the order," she suddenly said, glancing over her shoulder at him.

This caused Reaps to stop in his tracks. His grip on Brann's body tightened, red eyes glancing down at the body with anger. Not at him, but for her. "You always do," he replied then continued walking. He knew better than to entertain her. Yet he always did even if he tried not to. She simply enjoyed getting underneath his skin and she was an expert at it.

The wraith ignored any medical staff urging him to release the body so they could take care of it. His knight was - is - his responsibility. He took the necessary steps even going so far as to bury his little knight himself. He found it fitting to bury him beside an empty grave the wraith made years prior in a little field a ways from the base. The empty one was labeled 'Gabriel' for obvious reasons.

However, he took more care and time with Brann's grave. He meant a lot to the wraith and he wanted to show that even if he never got the chance to while he was alive. He visited it often. Often times sat in silence beside it, other times speaking to it like his knight was still there. Even placed some flowers on the grave.

"Te amo, little knight."

#discountedmuses #ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ || ʀᴇᴀᴩᴇʀ #ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ'ꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ || ᴍᴏɪʀᴀ ᴏ'ᴅᴇᴏʀᴀɪɴ #tw character death #cw character death #tw grieving #cw grieving #//OOP

[ursa-arrowbreaker]

Why does everything remind me of them

#I think it just really hit me that I'll never see them again #And everything I scroll past is 'oh they'd find that joke funny' #Or 'oh fave was getting them into wrestling they might know who that white man is' #I miss them so much I want them back so bad #It's so wrong it's so wrong it's so wrong #It occurred to me that I'm going to go tk derby and they're not going to be sitting next to me procrastinating putting their gear on #I miss them so much #Talking bear #Cw death #Cw grieving

[inevitable-pretty-chaos]

“A letter to the deceased”

You appeared in my dream once again, after being nonexistent for so many months. I never forget about you. You kept standing just a few steps behind me, stalking all my thoughts and behaviors. Not like I blame you, after all only I survived. You appeared in my dream once again and this time you also stayed silent, only communicating with me with facial expressions, gestures and glances. This time the barrier between us was physical, kitchen window and glass. You were doing silly things with someone else. Not her, she wasn't in that dream, but I can't remember who was that person. You smiled and wanted to talk. I could reach you, so you returned to your previous activities. You appeared in my dream once again, although I thought that visiting your grave on All Saints Day will fix it all. It only fixed my mourning, in the end. I stopped being angry and started feeling something similar to sadness. Your appearance started being transparent, so I didn't realize that you're still following me. I simply hoped you will disappear, again. You appeared in my dream once again and this time I also forget that you visited me. The whole dream resembled all the others until I realized that you weren't insentient character created subconsciously by my mind. Although the whole plot was filled with absurdity, you wasn't a part of it, well, not fully. You were interacting with me. And I couldn't do what you wanted, meet incomprehensible expectations. You appeared in my dream once again and I finally understood that you're showing me your life by metaphors. Does that mean I'll see your death next? You don't need to show me that. I imagine it in detail often enough. I have one more question, you, who started being my ex-friend even before you died. When will you stop haunting me?

~Wren

#The whole thing is a letter to my dead ex-friend who haunts me in my dreams #(Yes‚ something like that happens in my whole family‚ I believe we're cursed) #It's very personal‚ so please be respectful #~wren #writing #personal writing #tw death #tw mentions of death #cw grief #cw grieving #cw repetition

[noctisvixen]

//CW: Animal Death

Since Jellie has passed away today, I want to share some pictures of her that I have collected. I know its a very sad day for us in the fandom, but I'd like to share these so we can remember the happy times we had with her.

She's always been my favorite cat to get on Minecraft, even before I discovered Scar and Hermitcraft. Learning she was based on a real cat was amazing. Knowing she lived such a long life with such a wonderful person who inspires me (and so many others) so much is a comfort to me.

My condolences to Scar and his family, and may Jellie rest in peace.

#cw animal death #vixspeaks #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #gtwscar #jellie goodtimes #jellie #I may share some more pictures later #but for now please take these and grieve in any ways you need to

[slightlyhowling]

I miss having a person I can read, whose moods I understand. Who works in a similar way as me. To whom my awkwardness is not a mystery. Someone who tells me off, when they need to, then makes sure to remind me they accept me. Sharing a connection. I'm reminded of my loss, when my insecurities catch up with me, and I need to ride it out without having that person who makes me laugh the right way. I miss my best friend.

#loss #tw depressing thoughts #tw depressing stuff #tw death #cw grieving #cw depressive thoughts #cw anxiety #cw death #death #loss of friend #loss of best friend #I couldn't do this without my friends and this isn't to disparage their effort #the difference between best friend and close friends

[feelingunfulfilled]

Today would have been the 19th birthday of my cousin. A few of my relatives are in Santa Cruz right now to celebrate it. This has became a tradition for the past two years, and I’ve been able to make it for the previous ones

I feel so anxious. Almost sick to my stomach. I choose to go back to school today instead of being at the celebration, because I know I’m falling behind in classes. If I took another day off I might as well drop out of school. Honestly, even in school, I have the urge to run away. I don’t want to be here. I worry I made the wrong choice. There’s too much happening right now and I don’t feel like I can be here mentally. I feel like a failure. And I feel overwhelmed again

Would I have really missed anything if I ditched school again? Sure, I’d have to make up even MORE work, but at some point the teachers would start to view my absence as a regular occurrence. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel like I’m just existing through each day. Maybe I’d start to live a little more. Although I know it’s unfair to blame all of this on school. It was my own decision after all. And school is mandatory even if I’ve grown to dislike it. It’s probably just my desire to be alone right now. So I can have time to process everything instead of being tossed into work and expected to function properly. I CAN’T function properly right now. My cat died yesterday. My cousins would-be birthday is today. I think it’s more than understandable that I don’t feel like doing anything right now

And yet I still feel like I’m a let down somehow. That I’m doing everything wrong in life. I choose the wrong option and I can’t turn back now. Or even worse, I did choose the right option (by going to school) and yet STILL failed due to my lack of attentiveness. There’s no winning. And I hate how I can’t seem to get any closure on this. Everything is so directionless with no way to tell if I’m doing the right things or if I’m still a good person when I’m becoming a terrible student. If I’m still a good cousin when I didn’t even attend her would-be birthday celebration or attempt to resolve my grief….

I don’t like overthinking this. Or making it seem like I’m making a bigger deal out of it then it is. I’m not trying to be petty and make it all about me. And I know none of this could be helped. But I also don’t want to undermine my feelings right now. I’m trying SO HARD not to guilt trip myself, because the last thing I need right now is to feel like shit. I find I often downplay how much grief I’ve gone through, and continue to go through. I don’t want to sugar coat anything anymore. I’m tired of acting like things are fine. I’m not okay

That’s the thing though, the nagging feeling I have in my stomach, being at school makes me feel like I have to pretend. Like I have to fake emotions for the benefit of others, and hide any traces of having a terrible day. Because teachers don’t have time for your crying. Friends came to have a good time. There’s little to no room for you to grieve without getting emotional whiplash. It sucks. I’m trying to be more open about this. I really am. But this school environment has me second guessing if I’m ALLOWED to grieve. If I’m ABLE to express how terrible things are right now when all school cares about is grades. I know my teachers genuinely care about me, so do my friends. But talking about such heavy stuff in THIS environment is like hell. I just can’t right now

#I hate sudden changes like this and the feeling that things will never be the same #and then having to suppress all those thoughts & feelings #and then second guessing yourself and wondering if your overreacting #mabe I’m supposed to just be happy #maybe things are fine #maybe I shouldn’t keep thinking about all this dark stuff #maybe I’m just insane #vent #cw vent #cw death #cw mourning #cw grieving #cw guilt tripping #the urge to run is so strong right now #during moments like this I worry my hands will start shaking #there’s so much building up inside of me and I don’t know how to release it #so I just blast loud music in my headphones and hope it will go away #escapism is one hell of a drug </3

[thebookishwallflower]

Pre-grieving is such a weird emotion. The guy’s not dead yet but I’m still crying- fuckin sucks

#I probably just saw someone alive for the last time! #I’m doing great btw #txt #tw death #cw death #tw grieving #cw grieving

[canisalbus]

I think you've mentioned before that after Machete's passing, Vasco would eventually find another partner that he'd live out the rest of his days with. Do you think he'd tell them about Machete at some point? Or would he feel it's safer/easier to keep the stories and memories to himself? If he did tell his partner I'd also understand if he chose to leave out certain details, such as Machete's job, whether it be for general safety or a sense to protect Machete's privacy and reputation even though he's gone

I think the partner Vasco lives the rest of his days with is most likely his platonic wife Ludovica, the one he was already married to at the time he reunited with Machete in their early thirties. I can see him eventually starting to try to see other men again, and he might love them too, but the whole process of trying to open up to other people (after all those years and the way things ended) would be kind of lonely, frustrating and painful for the most part. Chances are none of his subsequent relationships would last very long. He'd probably grow closer to Ludovica and she would do her best to support him. I'm not sure how much of his 10+ years with Machete he'd be able to share with anyone to be honest.

#answered #anonymous #death #cw death #Vaschete lore #it's not like he's doomed to be alone and never know love again #but Machete's untimely passing left a massive hole in him and he might not be able to fill it in any meaningful way #even if he tried and lived to an advanced age #I think the most unbearable thing would be the banality of it all #they tried so hard to make things work and keep each other safe and their whole co-existence was shadowed by secrecy #and then everything just ends and world keeps going around him #he can't share his pain with anyone or grieve properly because so few people knew of them and it has to remain that way