#cw mcd

[mimithealpaca]

Kacchan's 40th Birthday - PART 3

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 (this one!) || PART 4

aasdadsf i'm sorry i posted part 3 here late, it's rough having to cross-post on all the platforms :')

we're at 9 out of 18 pages! halfway point!

#bakudeku #bkdk #dkbk #dekubaku #bnha #mha #mini comic #midoriya izuku #deku #paint tool sai #digital art #bakugou katsuki birthday 2024 #cw mcd #cw minor angst #mimithealpaca #oc #bakugou hisaki #hisaki's got no dad au #hisaki au

[purrwinkleazure]

“Purple Glaze Lily from me, to you”

cw major character death | MCD

There was a myth amongst myths in Liyue Harbor. 

A purple glaze lily—rarest among all the flowers of the world. A treasure kept close by the goddess of dust. A long-lost proof of her devotion and love, whether it may be for Morax or for her people, it once existed in physical form rather than a memory. 

It was no longer a myth as it was the truth. 

Lumine liked the idea of flowers as a symbol of unspoken emotions. It spanned across time. Unaffected by change. It was like her. It was like Ajax.

A fan art inspired from a beautiful fanfic I read. It’s automatically become one of my favorites. If you love a good well written angst with a tiny sprinkle of humor here and there, I recommend you to give it a read <3

#childe #lumine #chilumi #genshin impact #genshin impact fanart #death cw #major character death #cw mcd #artzurie

[iciclesses]

cw angst/MCD/Canon typical violence/spoilers (not meant to be spoilers but in case anyone wants to get mad at me lol)

How do you know what to say when the time to say goodbye comes too soon?

Soap dying in Ghosts arms, shot too many times to count, and the world has disappeared around them suddenly. Ghost wishes the earth would swallow them whole, mold them into one shape under the pressure and weight of the land so his Johnny couldn't actually be taken from him. He wants to wake up back in the barracks from this morning, reassure himself it's all just a dream. Ghost wants so many things, and none of them are helpful right in this moment.

The two had been growing closer- never going past drunkenly kissing and heavy petting in bathroom bars during leave and certainly never talking about it. Ghost, the coward, the big brutish coward, holding the only man he thinks he's ever loved in his arms can't say anything of comfort.

Soap's shivering. Teeth chattering, his warm skin growing cooler and paler by the second. His weak hands are trembling as he tries to pet at Ghost anywhere he can reach.

"Si...mon..." A little blood spatters out of the corners of Johnny's mouth.

"Sergeant."

Even as his consciousness is slipping, Soap still knits his eyebrows together in confusion.

Ghost sighs. "Soap."

"No-" Soap coughs, a wet sound rattling in his lungs. He's left trying to catch his breath, fighting to get his eyes to refocus on Ghost. "Please. I jes' need ta hear it..."

Soap grasps the collar of Ghost’s shirt, locking him in. For a brief moment his grip was so strong and his eyes so fiercely aimed at Ghost that he almost felt frightened.

"I need ye ta tell me ye love me." To an uncaring, heartless viewer, the way Soap’s face crumpled was pathetic. To a stranger unaware of the situation, one might cringe at how Soap sobbed, the pained wet sounds more childish than anything Ghost had ever heard from Soap.

"I... I... Soap, I can't."

The betrayal blazed in Soap’s eyes even as they went glassy.

"Cannae say my name can ye? Was..." More coughing cut him off for too many precious seconds, something wet rattling in his chest. "I was nothing to ye then, was I?"

Ghost was screaming it in his head. The words over and over, so fast and so many times that they overlapped into a dull roar ringing in his ear. His tongue felt thick, he felt he was going to throw up, really. Something in him, some childish thing was so afraid. So afraid and so hurt and angry and overwhelmed to be losing something so precious to him that the words would not form on his tongue.

The pained, sad, awful look on Soap's bloodied face pinched and contorted into a weak, but angry glare. "F-fuck you," He wheezed. His hands tried to start pushing Ghost away, but they were too cold, already too lifeless. Ghost only wound his arms around tighter. "Fuck you, Si..."

Whoever said that death could be like falling asleep could not have been further from the truth for John MacTavish.

"Johnny?" No response. The eyes were half lidded, no longer searching for Ghost.

The body in his arms became the heaviest thing in the world. Ghost shook him, jostling his head side to side to no response. The expression frozen on Soap's face still damning Ghost of his betrayal.

"Johnny, fuck, I'm sorry. I love you. I said it. Can you hear me? Please, fuck, tell me you can hear me. I love you."

Ghost shifted, rocking Soap gently. Shaking hands pushed his eyes shut, brushed his matted hair out of his face. "Johnny, c'mon love. You heard me, right? I love you. I always h-have, and always will. You know that. Right?"

And still, no response came.

#noel.txt #ghost x soap #cw MCD #cw angst #cw canon typical violence #cw spoilers #(not meant to be spoilers but just in case lol)

[chaoslynx]

"Ash died for you."

But why couldn't he live for me?

#sorry i'll get to more music asks tomorrow #i'm trying to sleep rn i just . aaaaaaa #banana fish #asheiji #grief #cw mcd

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Cw: manhandling and restraining, describing the death of Whumpee’s mother, gun mention

Whumpee had been rescued and was recovering in a hospital. They had no assigned Caretakers yet and were in the hands of the hospital staff.

Because they had no assigned Caregivers, Whumpee was essentially ignored aside from bandage changes and other medical needs like bathing. Even while eating, the staff left Whumpee alone.

With no one to talk to or engage with, Whumpee began to crave attention in the worst way. Especially hugs. They hadn’t had one of those since, since before they were taken! They remembered their mother who would always give them hugs as they came in the door and as they left. But that didn’t matter anymore. Whumper took care of that, placing a bullet cleanly between her eyes as they dragged Whumpee, screaming, from their home.

Whumpee shuddered as the memory came and faded. They hated thinking about it, about her fate, and began to sniffle. They missed their mama.

A doctor and nurses entered the room. “Hello, it’s time for bandage changes.” ‘Wow they couldn’t even use my name,’ Whumpee thought, annoyed.

They sat on the bed and removed the blankets. As one of the nurses began to remove the bandages, one was stuck on a scab and Whumpee jolted. “Sorry,” she muttered. As she went to continue, Whumpee pulled away, not wanting to feel the sensation of tearing again. The staff looked at each other and then at Whumpee. The doctor spoke up and warned “You need to hold still.” The nurse continued pulling and Whumpee began to howl in pain as the scab was torn from Whumpee’s leg. Whumpee became more antsy and pushed at her arms to get her away. She wasn’t doing it right.

The doctor hit the call bell and two nursing assistants entered the room. “Please hold the patient while we resume the bandage changes.

With a nursing assistant on each side, Whumpee was stuck. However, as the staff changed the bandages and cleaned up their newly opened up leg, Whumpee couldn’t help but feel compelled to sit quietly as they had a warm body on either side of them, squeezing them tight. It felt almost like a hug in a strange way. It reminded them of their mother and they felt safer.

‘I could get used to this.’ Whumpee began to make a habit of fighting back exclusively so they could have a nursing assistant sit with them. They did so at baths, bandage changes, hell, if they were able to have a staff member with them, they would fight until they had it.

In a staff meeting, the doctor and nurses were trying to figure out what had caused the change in Whumpee’s behavior as this would be the opposite reaction that is seen in someone getting better. The easier the bandage changes and the more cognizant the patient is, the better it should be. They began to discuss potential psych meds to put them on and to have them sedated during any medical intervention.

One of the nursing assistants spoke up. “What if they’re just lonely?”

The doctor brushed aside the thought and continued to discuss four point restraints.

The nursing assistant spoke up again. “I’m serious. I think Whumpee is lonely. Have you noticed that once someone is with them or touching them, they calm down?”

The doctor hesitated. The nurses hesitated. “What do you suggest?” They asked.

“Well, one of us could keep them company throughout the day and be there for bandage changes and meal times and baths and everything that they need done. Realistically, they need a Caretaker. Has the social worker assigned someone to them yet?”

“Well, no, as a matter of fact. We were trying to wait to get them to a healthier place. I see what you’re saying though, they need engagement. Talk amongst yourselves to assign someone to them for this week and we’ll see how it goes.”

After the meeting, the nursing assistants planned out a schedule so someone would always be with Whumpee.

The next morning, after a nursing assistant brought Whumpee their breakfast, they pulled up a chair and sat down. “Mind if I hang out? We thought you might be lonely. Until we can get you a Caretaker, we’ll be keeping you company.”

Carefully listing while chewing their toast, Whumpee nodded. This sounded great! And it was great. With someone to talk to, Whumpee blossomed back into who they were. They made more progress in physical and occupational therapy, had support for bandage changes, and improved overall.

By the time Caretaker was assigned and showed up, Whumpee was in such great shape that they were ready to pack up and take them home. Whumpee cautiously reached out and held their hand as they walked to the car. Caretaker looked down and squeezed Whumpee’s hand with a gentle smile. ‘I think I’m gonna be ok.’

#whumpee #whumpblr #whump blog #whump ideas #whump #whump inspiration #whump tropes #caretaker x whumpee #cw major character death #cw gun mention #cw mcd #cw restraints #tw manhandling #tw restraints #tw gun mention #tw mcd #touchstarved

[maigo-san]

zolu angst time

cw major character death

I keep thinking abt what would happen if Zoro recovers fully when they're in Sabaody.

Maybe they tried to also beat PX-1 and Sentomaru since Sanji wouldn't hurry them to move knowing Zoro was fine.

Then they lost cuz Kizaru showed up and were captured.

Maybe not all of them were captured since Kizaru tried to kill Luffy. Would Luffy survive? I wonder what Zoro felt, just after sacrificing himself.

Maybe they still prioritized running away cuz even if Zoro was fine, they were all already exhausted from the previous fights, and they managed to spread out. But Kuma had sought him because he knew Kizaru was still on them even if they tried to hide as long as they could.

Maybe Zoro's the first to get wiped out by Kuma since he would try to stall for the others to retreat.

Maybe Kuma had already sent out Sanji's group, then as they tried to regroup and replan, either the pacifistas, Sentomaru, or Kizaru caught them and either Luffy died first out of fury trying to fight him or Zoro died sacrificing himself again because by now he was used to it.

Maybe they were still stuck and didn't get to run away, and Zoro still managed to fight Kizaru and got killed cuz Rayleigh didn't have enough time to intervene since Zoro was also moving about and Kizaru didn't take his sweet time if he knew he wasn't injured or tired.

Just thinking about Luffy's confusion and sadness from all of this. Thinking about Zoro's utter self-loathe and beating for escaping Sabaody captainless.

If getting separated and catapulted to different parts of the world was not the worst case scenario and Luffy lost his first mate or Zoro lost his captain and Luffy still didn't know what zoro did in TB or Zoro still didn't have the chance to tell him what he did there and why he did it.

Can you imagine the tears that will really flow from Luffy's eyes if Zoro did die that day? Can you imagine Zoro's own tears that he will try to hide from the others because he knows he needs to step in and continue Luffy's dream? But how can he even make Luffy's dream come true if he's not even there?

#zolu #cw mcd #yes I am a sicko

[dead-dove-orchid]

Sunrise.

#orchid draws #fallenpuppy #cw death #cw mcd #cw major character death #cw grief #cw crying #the ship is only there if u squint #deadendia #deadendia pugsley guttman #deadendia pugsley #deadendia courtney #deadendia spoilers #deadendia book 1 spoilers

[jaggededges123]

i’ve only very minimally shaped this up for tumblr (replaced the names properly because there aren’t small character limits, capitalized sentences, etc), but it’s mostly just as is from twitter, so please don’t mind any minor errors. i hope you enjoy it! the whole ficlet is under the cut so it’s easy to skip if it’s not your bag <3

(oh, and i’ll probably shape this up even more and throw it on ao3 at some point but uh, who knows when that will be? not me!!)

niecest (though it can be read as nie bros, soulmates can be platonic!), soulmates, angst + canon major character death, hurt no comfort

AU where you see in black in white if 1) you’ve never met your soulmate or 2) your soulmate is dead, but if you know your soulmate and they’re alive, then you see in color.

Anyway, Nie Huaisang who’s never seen in black and white, and Nie Mingjue who suddenly got color vision in his parents’ bedroom when he was six years old, promptly freaked out at the change, and all of the adults in the room told him to keep it under wraps but also to always make sure to take the best care of his new didi he could manage.

As time goes on, the Nie brothers live freely in a colorful world that most of their peers can’t fully see yet, but then Nie-zongzhu dies and Nie Mingjue has to take over. He remembers what his parents told him but… sometimes there are compromises that have to be made. Nie Mingjue is the leader of the whole sect now, and he’s responsible for all of them, not just Nie Huaisang. They drift apart… and for a while, Nie Mingjue is content to just let his didi do whatever he wants, painting and birds and fans. frivolous things.

But… taking care of people doesn’t just mean letting them do whatever they want all the time, and Nie Mingjue can use his connections to the Lan sect heir to secure Nie Huaisang a spot at the Cloud Recesses to be tutored by Lan Qiren. So off Nie Huaisang goes.

And the thing is, when you try to do something to help someone, and they don’t take it seriously, it can be really frustrating. Even more so if it’s your soulmate and you really, really feel like they should be able to understand you on a fundamental level.

So… Nie Mingjue doesn’t take it very well when Nie Huaisang fails, is what I’m saying. Their relationship gets strained, even if Nie Mingjue is still trying to be a good brother, sect leader, soulmate. He’s just got way too much on his plate, and he doesn’t know which parts are most important.

And maybe because Nie Huaisang was born into it and has never known anything else, he takes for granted what they’re supposed to have. Maybe he doesn’t even know who his soulmate is.

Has anyone even given Nie Huaisang a lecture on this that he would understand, already seeing in color?

The war happens, and Nie Mingjue takes great comfort in his crystal clear color vision the entire time. He made a good choice, sending Nie Huaisang away from danger.

Nie Huaisang’s not good enough with a saber to be of use where Nie Mingjue is, anyway.

Anyway, after the war… it’s not the same all over again. Nie Mingjue is angrier, again, and he can feel himself dying even though he doesn’t want to believe it. It’s really only a matter of time before he qi deviates so badly that he’s gone permanently.

And of course he’s worried—soon he won’t be around to protect Nie Huaisang, at all.

Their relationship gets worse—in a fit of rage, desperation, and fear, Nie Mingjue burns all of the trinkets he’d encouraged earlier in life. Those things won’t help Nie Huaisang now. They won’t protect him from anyone who might harm him.

Nie Huaisang doesn’t speak to him, for nearly two months.

It breaks Nie Mingjue’s heart.

And then, the last thing he ever sees is Nie Huaisang’s injured arm, fear and horror on his face, calling out to Nie Mingjue that it’s okay, that Nie Huaisang’s there, and behind him the man Nie Mingjue had taken under his wing and now feared what he might do to his soulmate, his family, left behind without Nie Mingjue’s protection.

The moment Nie Mingjue slumps in Nie Huaisang’s arms is the first time he’s ever seen in black and white. He never really knew what it meant, that people who met their soulmate saw things differently.

He does now, because he’s lost his.

#niecest #or nie bros it's up to you but i'm not tagging that one lest i attract people i don't want to #mdzs/cql #i'm doing very minimal tagging but please do feel free to reblog and inflict the pain on others if you so wish <3 #cw mcd

[x-chqrmolypi-x]

(2/3)

( god au )

the god of protection...how ironic.

#cw blood #cw mcd #angst #angst art #my art #art #artwork #digital artwork #digital art #tommyinnit fanart #tubbo fanart #mumza fanart #clingy duo fanart #clingy duo #tommyinnit #tubbo #mumza #alternate universe #au #dsmp

[lastoneout]

Been thinking about a slightly more unhinged Beni and hostage situations going south...

#this was just an excuse to draw Emotionally Devestated Laventon #pla #p:la #surveyshipping #professor laventon #ask to tag #cw mcd #angst #whump #mcd #cw whump #cw angst

[sparrowmoth]

Wesper Fic Club Microfic (Prompt: Two Sentence Story)

CW: Death, MCD

It had been a thing unspoken, but the two of them had known: Jesper, being Zowa, was all but destined to outlive him by a hundred years or more. It had been a thing unspoken, but it’d seemed more real than this: Wylan, powerless and mortal, like his father-in-law before him, standing over his spouse’s grave.

#cw death #cw mcd #wesper #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #wesper fic club #microfic #shadow and bone #sab drabbles #my fanfiction #my writing #my drabbles #me: I hate MCD #also me: woe MCD be upon ye #I'm SORRY okay dajkgdsjkgjdkg #I was just thinking about how we're always so certain Jesper is going to outlive Wylan BUT WHAT IF HE DIDN'T #IS THAT BETTER OR WORSE??? #I DON'T KNOW #anyways back to capitalism

[mimithealpaca]

Kacchan's 40th Birthday - PART 4

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 (this one!)

( •̀ω •́ ) you may direct all complaints, tears, or compliments to my ko-fi

i spent way too long on these pages. like even more so than the previous pages. :/ oh well! i like them ^_^ i love how cheeky deku is, heh.

#bakudeku #bkdk #dkbk #dekubaku #bnha #mha #mini comic #midoriya izuku #deku #paint tool sai #digital art #bakugou katsuki birthday 2024 #cw mcd #cw minor angst #mimithealpaca #oc #bakugou hisaki #hisaki's got no dad au #hisaki au

[lumosatnight]

Kill Your Darlings 2022 Recs!

@hp-mcd-fest has ended, and I still haven't recovered from all the amazing fics! There were so many (SO MANY) good ones. MCD has always been hit or miss for me, but boy did these fics hit!! And hit reallll good. Here are 7 of my favorite stories from the fest!

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💀 Five Graves by Chelonie [Triwizard Contestants, M, 3.7k] 💀 This fic tore my heart out and then pummeled it into the ground. And I would 1000% read it again. What if the Triwizard Tournament went wrong?

"The Departments of International Magical Co-operation and Magical Games and Sports have worked hard to ensure that during this revival of the Triwizard Tournament, no Champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger."

💀 I'll take a quiet life by @deliciousblizzardshark [Harry/Severus, E, 5.0k] 💀 A mourning Harry who is so desperate he brings Snape back from the dead. Absolutely delicious angst.

Severus is dead but Harry, who has just come to understand what they mean to each other, is master of death.

💀 Snake Eyes by @diana-skye [Myrtle/Tom, M, 1.3k] 💀 I ADORE Myrtle fics! She's just a girl, really, an insecure teenager looking for acceptance. The Tom in this is ruthless and amazingly characterized.

There’s a single moment, between yellow eyes and nothingness, where she remembers. [Or - What if Myrtle wasn't a random victim of Tom Riddle? What if he was someone she knew, even someone she loved?]

💀 Breakfast, interrupted by Hrair [Lucius/Narcissa, Hermione/Draco, T, 5.2k] 💀 This fic is so funny. I was laughing the whole time. Who knew MCD could be so enjoyable?

All Lucius Malfoy wants is to have a proper, pureblood heir and to eat his breakfast in peace. Is that really too much to ask?

💀 a long way back to the light by @swoontodeath [Colin/Harry, M, 3.8k] 💀 LOVED this fic. Just the right amount of creepy and also a dash of mystery. Colin is such an underused character imho.

Colin Creevey should have died seven years, three months, and four days ago. Actually, Colin Creevey did die seven years, three months, and four days ago. It just didn’t stick.

💀 Nine Hundred and Twelve by @cannibalschism [George Weasley, T, 5.1k] 💀 TIME TRAVEL, ANGST, WONDERFUL METAPHORS. This story has it all. I love the description of time travel in this fic—as unnatural, unknown. George is so desperate to get Fred back that he forces his way through the unyielding layers of time.

After long nights, impossible exams, and years of studying, my application to join the honourable ranks of those Wixen known only as Unspeakables has been accepted. Dad could not be more proud. Mum bleeding cried at the ceremony. My siblings congratulated me for finally doing something other than grieving Fred. They all said this would be good for me, that this would be a fresh start. They don’t know I did it all for you. All for you, Fred.

💀 Sartre Versus the Stoics by JK_Terfling_Can_Suck_My_Silicone_Dick [Draco/Harry, M, 19.5k] 💀 If you want to have a good cry, I HIGHLY recommend this fic. It deals with grief in such a wonderful, very real way. It definitely has the same vibes as Stop All the Clocks, another heart-wrenching Drarry fic.

After Harry Potter kills himself without warning, his friends and family are left to pick up the pieces on their own

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💀 Read more MCD fics in the Fest Collection on AO3 💀

(Also, psssst @bluesundaycake if you're running MCD fest next year, I'd love to help out. I loved it so much!!!)

#kill your darlings 2022 #hp mcd fest 2022 #hp fanfic #cw mcd #hp fic rec #snarry #myrtle x tom #lucissa #dramione #colin x harry #fred and george #drarry #lumosinthelibrary

[wisedawn13]

#xiantober Day 15: Sentient Burial Mounds

CW // canon MCD

The thing people don't talk about is the fact that the Burial Mounds isn't just a haunted place where souls are trapped.

No.

The Burial Mounds is a landborne abyss.

It is a thing in and of itself.

And it hungers.

The sects worked hard setting wards to trap it in place. Keep it from growing larger and consuming towns filled with people.

The wards work.

But only because the abyss is consistently appeased by human sacrifice.

The Wen and Jin periodically drop sacrifices into the mounds.

The other sects don't know about this.

But that is the only reason the wards hold. The abyss—the Burial Mounds—get fed just enough to not break free.

It's the lazy way out, really. It's the cruel way out.

The Wen and Jin choose random civilians and toss them in.

The abyss formed after long years of battle and war caused countless deaths of cultivators and civilians alike, right where the Burial Mounds are. It formed, it grew, it hungered.

The Burial Mounds aches for freedom. It aches to consume.

And then Wen Chao threw Wei Wuxian in.

Everything changed.

For so long, it had craved the succulence of a cultivator. It sensed Wei Wuxian was strong.

But something about that was wrong.

Something was missing.

The Mounds reached for him, clawed at him, hungered for him. It was curious. It hungered.

But Wei Wuxian fought back, broken and fractured as he was. He fought against it all.

The Burial Mounds found something new that day and it was exciting, exhilarating, entrancing.

Wei Wuxian fought against death with everything he had left. Oh, he was strong despite it all.

It hummed with pleasure and whispered into his ears.

"Do you crave revenge?"

"Do you hate?"

"Do you want power?"

And Wei Wuxian screamed. He accepted the Burial Mounds and the Burial Mounds accepted him.

Oh, how he screamed.

And he fought.

It watched as he grew stronger.

The Burial Mounds built him up—held him together, fractured and hollow—and Wei Wuxian walked out with a mission.

It could not follow, not entirely.

But it was with Wei Wuxian as Wei Wuxian was with it. They were connected as one. Bonded. Moulded into each other.

And Wei Wuxian fought.

So many died and the Burial Mounds consumed. Every death he caused fed the Mounds despite its inability to physically be there.

Oh, how it was pleased.

And Wei Wuxian grew stronger, finding a tool to aid his cause.

And the Burial Mounds fed.

Countless died by Wei Wuxian's corpse army.

Countless were fed to the Mounds.

When the fighting ended, the Mounds were appeased. Content. Burning still, but content to lie in wait.

It was easier for Wei Wuxian to come back home again.

The Mounds eagerly housed them.

And the Mounds eagerly consumed them all.

It felt it—the desperation and unrest.

And it knew.

It would not have to wait long before it fed once more. And it did not mind the wait.

The Burial Mounds allowed them to live inside it for years; a yawning maw primed to snap shut.

When the time came, it was glorious.

So many more died outside, and so many more died inside.

The Mounds gleefully devoured them all.

And when Wei Wuxian finally broke, fracturing completely and letting go, the Mounds took him in as part of itself. It brought him home.

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Link to thread

#xiantober #mdzs #threadfic #cw mcd #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #wei wuxian #wei ying #from twitter #wisedawn13 #fanfic #fanfiction

[mlnovaoff]

f, i, and k?

ohmygod I'm so sorry I took this long to answer!!! ToT But any way

F: Care to share a favorite hurt/comfort fic?

I think I mentioned The Aviary the last time someone asked me this so I'll go with What Hyrule Hadn't Seen by one of my most favorite writers ever Squido. If you haven't read it please go do so it's some very good Hyrule and Legend angst featuring a blind Legend. It really is such a good story, Squido has a way with words I'm telling you please go read!!!!!

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

With reading it depends on the fandom I guess, as a whole I'm such a sucker for the fake dating AUs/ idiots to lovers--bonus points if it' enemies-to-idiots-to-lovers

With writing I don't know why but recently I've become really attached to platonic affection and comfort. Tell your friends you love them cowards, give them all the hugs and maybe a kiss on the top of their head, hold their hand too

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Ha. For fics? What I have in store for once the nightmares are finally over in Their Melody or what I have planned for A Blink of an Eye are pretty up there. :) Or here's this, some free Wind angst CW mcd, sorry

Don't look up.

The now-grown hero who was once known as Wind by friends across time had cradled his arms over his companion's head as she held onto the mast of their ship for dear life. All to protect her as much as he possibly could from the debris of another ship being thrown onto theirs by the harsh waves surrounding them. A terrible storm with low visibility had caused the two ships to crash into one another.

Don't look up.

He had begged her, Tetra. She was a strong woman--much stronger than himself--but the desire to protect and keep her safe had only grown stronger with age.

Don't look up.

He didn't want her to see the destruction with her own eyes. To see the ocean tearing her dear ship apart and sending her crew overboard.

Don't look up.

He couldn't speak any longer. Not as he came face-to-face with a wave much taller than the mast the two of them clung to.

Don't look up.

He squeezed his eyes shut and held onto her so tightly as he braced himself.

Don't look up.

Came his last thought as the monster wave crashed down on their ship.

Don't look up.

#writing asks #that i totally did not forget about #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #plus some wind angst #as a treat #i think i wanted to make a series of it at one point #don't look up #i might make it one #who knows with me #cw mcd #:)

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Dirt Nap

Cw: body horror, blood, description of injury, major character death

The cool earth tumbled off of Whumpee in chunks as they sat up, sputtering and spitting. A disgusting combination of blood and mud dribbled down Whumpee’s chin.

They wiped dirt from their eyes and face. They were cold. So cold. Their insides even felt cold. But their lap was warm. And.. wet?

Looking down, Whumpee saw the blood pooling and realized that there was a slash leaving their torso open to the cool night air. Struggling to remember how they got to where they were, they pressed a hand to their stomach to keep their guts inside.

Recognizing where they were, Whumpee managed to stand and walk while holding their abdomen shut. This was a field out past town where Whumpee often went to paint. They had gone.. they had gone there today hadn’t they? They usually painted alone. No, today was different. Why was it different.. oh. They had walked farther than usual into the woods and ended up at a house. Someone was there when they were painting. Who was it?

Walking down the hill, they found their painting supplies had all been tossed down a ravine. Who would do that?

Something sparked their memory. The owner of the house came out yelling and waving their hands as Whumpee painted the dilapidated house. The sun, highlighting its heavenly downfall as nature took over.

Blood seeped through Whumpee’s fingers as they stumbled along. The lights of the town were up ahead. What direction was the hospital?

The owner of the house was waving their hands at Whumpee, what were they upset about? “-et away get away get away!”

Whumpee tried to give them the painting as an apology for being where they shouldn’t. Feeling confused. That’s what they remember. Usually people are happy when they receive a painting. They usually forgive Whumpee. This person didn’t. It made them angrier? They grabbed Whumpee by the hair and dragged them to the back of the house.

As the memory passed, Whumpee gently carded their dirty fingers through their hair with their free hand to feel patches missing. Ouch. Very tender.

The street lamps buzzed with life as every single moth in the world obsessed over each one. Whumpee passed by storefront after storefront, closed for the night.

The owner of the house ripped out hair and hit Whumpee over and over while shouting incoherently. They were older than Whumpee by many years.

Looking at the police station, Whumpee decided to keep walking to the hospital. They would get there eventually to make a report but not now.

The owner of the house pulled out a wicked looking knife and with a swift motion, dug it deep into Whumpee’s stomach, and pulling downward to the right. Whumpee remembered falling backwards and hitting their head.

That’s probably why their head hurt so much. They gingerly investigated a knot on the back of their head, it felt crusty. They kept walking down the empty street.

Whumpe remembered being wheeled down the bumpy driveway in a wheelbarrow stained dark with blood. Blood that wasn’t theirs. The sun hurt their eyes so they kept them shut. They could hear the older person muttering angrily in a language only they understood.

Whumpee walked past the decorative shrubbery next to the sign for the hospital.

Whumpee felt the wheelbarrow stop abruptly and the sounds of a shovel breaking ground ensued. In and out of consciousness, Whumpee felt themselves being picked up and dropped into a shallow, Whumpee-sized hole. As the sun-drenched soil was tossed over them, they heard gruff laughter.

The fluorescent lights of the emergency room were so bright, it hurt Whumpee’s eyes. As they walked through the waiting room to the reception desk, all eyes were on them.

The receptionist watched in concern as a young person, covered in dirt and blood approached. “Honey, wait right there, I’m getting someone for you - can I get some help at reception right now? I have a code blue!” Their voice rang down the hall as two nurses and a doctor trotted over.

In a state of haze, Whumpee took their hand away from their stomach to wave, forgetting what that hand was supposed to be doing. Staff and patients waiting to be seen screamed as Whumpee’s intestines poured out onto the floor in a wet heap. Whumpee followed a second after, to the same spot.

A week passed after Whumpee’s death and with the town still in shock, Detective took on the case. This was a quiet town. A small town. Things like this weren’t supposed to happen. At least, that’s what was advertised about the town since it was established. That’s why Detective took this job in the first place. Although, looking into the town’s history, there was a history of people going up in the woods and not returning, which would likely be a good lead.

“It’s nothing,” said the sheriff. “They’re up there doing drugs, overdosing, waste of time in my opinion.”

“Then why have no bodies been recovered until now, in the condition that Whumpee was in when they walked into the hospital in?”

“Bears.”

“You can’t be serious,” scoffed Detective.

The sheriff merely looked up over his glasses and took a long swig of their coffee.

“Listen. You’re new here. You don’t know how things work in this town. It’s a small town. A nice town. And we don’t go in the woods to the North. Whumpee was new in town, they pushed their luck after we told them not to go to the North woods. Now they’re dead. Take my advice and close the case.”

“Well now I HAVE to check it out.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Will you stop me?”

“No, I just,” the sheriff sighed deeply, “would really rather you didn’t.”

“Then it’s settled.”

The sheriff sighed. After Detective left their office, they made a private call.

Night fell and Detective packed a rucksack with water, food, and medical supplies along with their gun at their hip, badge in their pocket, and they were on their way.

They walked up the hill to find a long, shallow ditch with blood soaked soil. This must have been where Whumpee was.. buried alive? That would explain how they were covered in dirt.

Detective took pictures and noticed tire marks and footprints leading further into the dark. They found their way to a run-down house and immediately shut their flashlight off when they heard signs of life from inside. Creeping onto the porch, Detective attempted to peer into the dirty windows, illuminated only by moonlight.

Focused on what was inside, they missed what was encroaching behind. Only seeing the shadow of a shovel swinging behind them tore their focus away from the house and they were subsequently knocked out.

Waking to the flicker of candlelight, Detective’s head pounded. A concussion most likely. Great. Attempting to get up, Detective only made it so far before handcuffs halted their movement. Handcuffs? Why handcuffs?

“You shouldn’t have come here.” Sheriff stepped into the light.

“Wh-huh? Sheriff? What’re y-“

“I TOLD you. I TOLD you not to come. You didn’t listen. Dad? You can come out now.”

An older man, dirty and disheveled shuffled into the light as well. He grumbled to himself and wrung his hands uncontrollably.

“That’s your dad? Sheriff, he needs help.”

“SHUT UP!” The sheriff backhanded Detective so hard they tasted blood.

“I think I know what my dad needs. He NEEDS to be left ALONE. No one ever listens. They can’t just let him be.”

“That’s why everyone who ventured too far out from town never returned,” Detective gathered. “Sheriff, how long has your dad been killing?” Detective was gentle with their approach knowing they were likely going to be next.

Angry tears streamed from the sheriff’s red face. “He just moved up here because he wanted to be left alone. Nosy people get what they deserve.”

Turning towards Detective, the sheriff pulled out their pistol.

“Nosy people get what they deserve.”

The woods silenced themselves as gunshots rang out.

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