Imagine thinking the deaths of 33 innocent people and the mourning of their families is something to celebrate because of your faux moral crusade. I sincerely hope this is a troll but I wouldn’t put it past antis to actually think like this.
I…have no words. This is absolutely sickening. Please report and block this person. Do not interact with them. And stay classy antis. Stay valuing fictional characters over actual human beings.
UPDATE 5 minutes later: I don’t know if the blog was already deleted or if they changed the url, but I can’t find it anymore. I keep you updated if I know more.
Disgusting. I went through it and the screens are not the only damning material there.
I feel sick knowing that people are celebrating like this and don’t care who those people were.
As OP said: Block them, report them if you can/want. Don’t engage.
If this is serious, then you should not give them even more of a platform.
If this is just a troll, don’t feed them.
Either one way or the other, it’s not worth your time.
This is one of those times, when I think that discussion is 0% effective. A lost cause and one that is extremely disturbing.
A phone number. It’s all that remains after the tragic passing of your best friend and your forever love, Iwaizumi Hajime. Before you could even dream of confessing, life played a cruel hand and now you’re left to pick up the pieces of a life without your presumed soulmate. Five months from that fateful day and you still find yourself sending messages to him, clinging to the false hope that he’ll answer. So when a reply does come in from someone named Miya Osamu, who not only understands the pain you feel but extends a lifeline, you step forward and take it.
Pairing:Timeskip! Miya Osamu x F! Reader
Genre: Angst (HEAVY HEAVY HEAVY), Romance, Drama
Warnings: Mentions of previous character death, mentions of depression, alcohol use, mentions of suicide & suicidal thoughts
Status:COMPLETE!
A/N: Hi everyone, I’m very excited to share this story with you. BUT this story can be very triggering, so please heed the warnings. I will do my best with the warnings before each chapter but please feel free to tell me if I miss anything. There are mentions of past character deaths - the passings will NOT be part of the story but will be mentioned frequently. This is not a fun, lighthearted story. I promise a happy ending but it’s going to take some time to get there. Please enjoy!
Inspired By:ghostin’byuwurakax (a great story and an even greater person, show her some love!)
CW: suicidal thoughts, self-harm, blood, mention of death
Summary: Erik struggles coming to terms with Eleven no longer being here.
Word count: 1180
Each day melts into the next. Erik loses track of whether he’s coming or going. Sometimes, he goes outside and just sits under trees, listening to birds twitter.
He tries to remind himself that this, too, will pass. But El was — is — a part of his heart and soul. They had gone through the destruction of the world and had come out together on the other end.
…Until they didn’t.
Until Eleven decided to leave in favor of saving everybody. In favor of Veronica, and countless thousands they didn’t know.
Erik knows he wasn’t more important than all of that, but it stings sometimes, knowing he is the second option.
The option El didn’t choose.
Erik starts doing little things just to prove he can still feel something. He pinches himself, he chews his nails down to the quick, and scratches his scalp until it starts to scab.
He’s been attacked by monsters before. He knows the pain of a gash in his arm or the burn of fire. So, a little cut isn’t much, right? Just one nick, down the center of his arm.
He blames it on a knife: “Yeah, I was cutting some potatoes and my hand slipped.”
But Erik knows. He knows that cut was intentional. Just to make extra sure he can still feel something.
There is an odd rush to it too, you know. Of sitting in front of a tapering fire in the middle of the night, watchful eye on Mia as he sits across from her and draws a thin line of red down his arm and winces, but the sting feels good.
It is catharsis.
It is him, alive and breathing.
Erik stops paying attention to conversations as he and Mia travel through Erdrea. Erik knows he ought to be more charismatic, but he doesn’t see much point in it. He’s drawing into himself, he knows, but he isn’t sure what else to do. Of the two of them, El had always been the more outgoing one, even if he was still shy around strangers. El warmed up quicker to them. He learned how to trust people while Erik never found it in himself to quite feel the same way.
They are up north when Erik remembers something.
Erik remembers the Tower of Lost Time and his gut twists achingly. He considers it. How bad would one little detour be? Maybe it’s perverse of him to revisit the place, especially before he’s ready, but something tells him he should go. A sixth sense, maybe.
…
Mia kicks over a chunk of rock. It rolls across the dirt and into some shrubs.
It is just as Erik remembered — a complete and utter fucking mess. The destruction in front of them is so expansive it would probably take days to clear it all, stone stacked on top of each other high above Erik’s head. He sighs, rubbing the back of his head, as Mia climbs through the rubble.
“Let’s see if we can’t find anything of use in here, shall we?” she asks.
“Whatever,” Erik says.
Mia sends Erik a stinkeye but he ignores her, crouching next to her to dig into the detritus himself.
There’s marks here that Erik assumes used to be bloodstains, but so much time has passed that they are now just dark gray splotches on stone. Erik’s still staring at them, thinking of how they got there in the first place, when Mia shouts, making him flinch.
“Hey, look! I think I found something!”
Erik rolls his eyes and looks over at her, very much expecting her to pick up a dead bird or something similarly useless. He isn’t expecting Mia to show him El’s old traveling bag. It’s rectangular and green. Worn, with flaking leather.
Erik scrambles to his feet and rushes over, yanking it out of her hands.
“Hey!” Mia shouts. “Don’t need to get so rough with me!”
“This is El’s,” Erik says. “Quick— did you see anything else?”
How had his nose for treasure not picked that up? Erik lifts his head and turns to examine the rest of the space, searching for a feeling that there’s anything else buried there that might be useful.
Erik catches on a feeling and moves toward it, finding a large boulder in his way.
Erik tucks El’s bag under his arm and gestures Mia over.
“Hey, help me with this over here,“ he says.
"Alright, I’m coming, I’m coming!” Mia says, jumping down to join his side.
With Mia’s help, Erik pushes the rock over and stares with wide eyes at what is in front of them.
One of the large capsules the Time Keeper had told him about. Completely intact, too, its glass surface glimmering in the midday sun. Erik wipes his hand across its surface and leans closer, trying to examine the inside. It looks empty.
"Man! Look at that! I bet we could— hey!” Mia shouts when Erik pulls the knife from his hip and jabs the butt into the glass, shattering it. It lay empty, nothing inside.
“Why’d you do that?” Mia asks.
“Had to make sure it was empty,” Erik says.
Erik clears away the shards of glass, using his knife to tap the glass out. If but for a second, his mind returns to cutting himself and he pulls his shaking arms away before he does something he’d regret.
“Does the bag have anything good in it?” Mia asks.
She reaches out and Erik leans away.
“Curious, are we?” Erik sneers. “It’s none of your business.”
“Uh-huh,” Mia hums, sarcasm heavy in her voice. “Why do you get to keep all the goodies?”
“Like you’d be all that interested in any of El’s belongings anyway,” Erik snaps. He was mypartner, after all.
“Whatever. Keep all your secrets to yourself then,” Mia grumbles.
…
They search around a little more after that, but there’s nothing else to find except rubble. El’s bag is the only thing left of him.
Although Erik hadn’t wanted to find it, a twisted part of him had been hoping to find a corpse. Any kind of reassurance that El hadn’t really left. That he’d been with them, in their timeline, till the bitter end.
But all they had found was a bunch of dust mites and this bag.
To be fair, however, it was chock-full of things El used to keep in his possession, including his old journal. An old journal that occupied a little corner of Erik’s mind constantly. He couldn’t notthink about it. The words within it might have a hint of what happened to him. Maybe.
It was a long shot.
Erik doesn’t touch the journal for a while, but he considers it constantly. Can you blame him? He’s scared. It’s a breach of privacy he’s not yet prepared to confront. But one day soon, Erik knows he will. The El he knows is no more. That El can’t possibly be offended if Erik decides to search around and see what he can learn about his old partner.
CW: emotional whump, mention of death, last letter to a loved one, immortal whumpee, mortal whumpee
Last Letter
My dearest Ravana,
This is going to be the last letter you’ll receive from me, my love. To be completely honest, I have dreaded this day’s arrival since we first spoke it into existence all those millennia ago. Knowing that these past few centuries have been our last as a inseparable bonded pair breaks my heart. Coming to terms that the next eternity will have us forever apart, shatters me. If I could make a wish, it’d be that you stay by my side through our life.
I hate to even acknowledge the reality of watching you change and wither. Your frailty is hard to grasp after knowing you for as long as I have. However, I promised you all those years ago that I wouldn’t let you go in pain or discomfort.i fully intend to keep that promise of a painless end. Since my goal as your bond is to give you the best.
I’ll hold you close in those last moments, to keep you company and remind you of my unending devotion and love. I’ll keep my promise, by continuing to live on in your absence and to remember you as my beloved mate and forever bond.
To you ahuva, I gift you my love on your final journey.
~Forever yours,
Zurii
Here’s Ravana reading the letter.
Quick TW: becoming weak, unable to do things that used to be easy.
CW: emotional whump, mention of death, last letter to a loved one, immortal whumpee, mortal whumpee
Last Letter
My dearest Ravana,
This is going to be the last letter you’ll receive from me, my love. To be completely honest, I have dreaded this day’s arrival since we first spoke it into existence all those millennia ago. Knowing that these past few centuries have been our last as a inseparable bonded pair breaks my heart. Coming to terms that the next eternity will have us forever apart, shatters me. If I could make a wish, it’d be that you stay by my side through our life.
I hate to even acknowledge the reality of watching you change and wither. Your frailty is hard to grasp after knowing you for as long as I have. However, I promised you all those years ago that I wouldn’t let you go in pain or discomfort.i fully intend to keep that promise of a painless end. Since my goal as your bond is to give you the best.
I’ll hold you close in those last moments, to keep you company and remind you of my unending devotion and love. I’ll keep my promise, by continuing to live on in your absence and to remember you as my beloved mate and forever bond.
To you ahuva, I gift you my love on your final journey.
