#being killed

[miojiinho]

angles and expressions studies with a little of ep 46 angst sprinkled on top

[crypticaldoom]

I want to become a corpse for someone. Can you help me with that? A noose and tights would be useful.

[xx3bvvx]

Congrats to me, I remembered the idea. it's not an idea, but anyway

Ex: prepare your tissues, people, you've been warned.

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"Ha... ha... ha..."

Lee Soo Hyuk panted, wiping the blood from his head. A deep gash from fighting the monster had slowed him down. He wiped the blood from his eyes and surveyed the scene before him. Corpses littered the ground—his team members, who had perished fighting the monster that Kim Rok Soo had predicted would appear. The monster looked terrifying, even to him, but as the team leader, he maintained the facade of a strong and reliable leader.

He glanced at the bodies, many of which were mangled beyond recognition. Some were in better shape if missing limbs and deep cuts could be considered "better." The faces of the remaining team members were etched with despair, sorrow, and fear. Clutching the handle of his sword, he charged toward the monster and attacked with a powerful <slash>, but it barely left a mark. Frustration and guilt welled up within him. If only he were stronger, his team might still be alive. Grinding his teeth, he launched another attack, but the monster ignored him and moved in a different direction.

"What the hell...?"

His eyes followed the monster until he realized where it was headed. His pupils dilated in horror. Without thinking, he sprinted toward Kim Rok Soo, desperately trying to communicate through the broken walkie-talkie.

"Damn it! Fuck! KIM ROK SOO! WATCH OUT!" he cursed and yelled, his voice rising in pitch. But Kim Rok Soo didn’t notice until it was too late. Lee Soo Hyuk charged forward, throwing himself in front of Rok Soo and pushing him out of the way.

"Cough... ah."

Lee Soo Hyuk looked down at the claws, piercing his stomach and the blood covering his hands. He lifted his head to meet Rok Soo's eyes and managed a contented smile, thinking, "Ah... at least this punk is alive. I'm glad."

Kim Rok Soo's eyes welled up as he looked at Lee Soo Hyuk, who lay before him, struggling for breath. Lee Soo Hyuk's face was pale, yet his eyes burned with determination.

Lee Soo Hyuk saw Rok Soo's expression—full of fear and sorrow, his hands trembling as he held him. He called out to him, his voice weak but insistent

"Kim Rok Soo, I... I." He called with a firm voice, or that was what he wanted, but it was low, weak whispered.

"Will you shut your trap?" Kim Rok Soo snapped, his voice shaking as he tried to hold back tears.

Lee Soo Hyuk chuckled softly, a sound that quickly turned into a wet cough. "Shut my what? Well, looks like I’ll be shutting up for all eternity in a moment," Lee Soo Hyuk replied with a faint, bitter smile.

"...Please don’t speak nonsense either," Kim Rok Soo pleaded, his heart aching.

"I’ll say what I want to say. Kim Rok Soo, hey Rok Soo."

"... What is it?" Kim Rok Soo's voice was barely a whisper, his eyes locked onto his friend's hyung.

"I leave it to you. Got it?" Lee Soo Hyuk's eyes bore into Kim Rok Soo's with a mixture of trust and desperation.

"...I thought you told me to be a slacker?" Kim Rok Soo's voice cracked, trying to lighten the moment.

"Hey, have you ever seen anything in the world go the way you want it to go? You, cough!" Lee Soo Hyuk's body convulsed as he coughed, blood staining his lips. "Anyway...I, I leave it to you, Rok Soo. Hey Rok Soo. Take care of things for me."

As darkness edged into his vision, Lee Soo Hyuk's last thought was of hope. He trusted Kim Rok Soo completely. He had to believe that his dongsaeng would carry on, that he would honour this final request. With one last faint smile, Lee Soo Hyuk let go, his mind filled with the image of a better future that Kim Rok Soo would help create. His eyes closed, and he found peace in that belief as his world went dark.

[kstarlitchaotics]

You know what theory I'm tired of hearing that still goes around time to time that in the 2003 TT it's Jason who is Red X

Um okay nice thought but it wouldn't make any sense with the aging not to mention (if I'm not mistaken) the correct timeline Dick is particularly still a teenager in this universe and while in another Dick was an teen when Bruce adopted Jason and Jason was still a young kid -preteen - so how would that work

Jason would have to be the first Robin plus Red X is literally something that Dick himself made up so that he could get closer to Wade(Slade) as an undercover to expose him then yes later on someone takes Red X suit and uses it but I really don't think it was Jason it just doesn't seem the most logical explanation my guess it had always been either more likely a random thug just had come across one of the times to run into Robin as Red X or it's one of Wade's people but that is just me with that part

The rest about Jason I know it doesn't make sense at all

[crypticaldoom]

I want to become a ghost . . .

I already have an #autassassinophilia fetish, but I also want to be snuffed (choking, strangling, hanging, please) to become a ghost -- and while cross-dressed, too, so I get to wear pantyhose forever. it would be too sweet. Too fun. Being killed or helped to suicide in an abandoned house (or maybe your house) that I could haunt or be a necromantic companion would be a life/death goal. I don't know you could call this oddity, but i am guessing it's some form of reverse #spectrophilia or #necromancy. I just know that I've long wanted to vanish and become a part of the spirit world (while someone does something with my corpse: bury in the woods, necro, keep it locked up in a room or under their bed, etc). Now, the tricky part is finding a girl who'd help me become a corpse.

[crypticaldoom]

I love the idea of a woman helping me become a corpse ...

[crypticaldoom]

I like the idea of someone making me into a corpse for their whatever, especially if I am transdressed in a skirt and pantyhose . . .