#death implication cw

[decanard-a]

A nightmare for Fenton: the wreckage of Duckburg in your wake, and half of St. Canard in ruins below you. No one could stop you in that armored suit. Not your brilliant - and now VERY former - boss. Not that "invincible" adventuring family, or the brave little red haired girl, or the would be hero in the wide brimmed fedora. No attachments to stop you now. The world is at your feet.

“That sounds like the best dream ever. If I was concerned with ever sleeping again. Do I get to destroy the rest of that lame city too? Then move on to the rest of the state?” 

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Nonononono. This couldn’t be happening. Not again. The sound of wailing sirens echoed from every street corner but everywhere he goes, people scatter, kneel, beg, cry for their lives. They can’t see it but he’s crying with dead eyes too. He gave up ever getting his body back the moment four at once and then another small bodies went limp in his armored hands. The suit had made sure he was conscious and aware of all five of them. At this point, all he hopes for is that somewhere someone was building something to take the suit down. 

Against his will, the suit makes his beak curl into a smile as another building falls to screams of civilians and his laser. There’s a metallic humming somewhere behind him and he turns to face the true doctor, gesturing to the destroyed city made in his name. 

He blacks out again and the suit lets him, floating in happier times when he could pretend that he wasn’t the worst monster to ever grace this planet. Who was he kidding? He always was. 

Inescapable hell as long as his brain is needed to power the suit, he’s locked in. If he ever gets the slightest bit of control, he’s yanking the helmet off and frying his brain to destroy them both. 

[ofdivinegrace]

Adam doesn’t need sleep but he likes the feeling of security and comfort that it gives up. The dreams are all of his mom which he thinks Michael something to do with and he’s grateful. 

They’re laying on his old house’s roof under a full sky of stars invisible to any human and the archangel is telling stories of their creation when his human partner drops off into sleep. 

Then the whole world shifts and it feels so wrong and Michael flies up to a sitting position and touches his Adam’s chest. His grace going haywire searching. No. No...

The soul that drug him through the cage. That kept him together even as it felt like his mind would split at the seams was gone. The scream vaporizes the whole town of Windom Minnesota in rage/grief. 

Dark wings spread over the crater as they fly. Seeking refuge in a familiar place. A church holding dozens of bibles. He holds it open to the second chapter of the first book and just stares at the name. 

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The silence is the first thing that Adam notices. He’s laying on the side of a lake surrounded by trees. A beautiful spot and one that he would probably ask Michael to take him to. He says a soft thank you. 

Eyebrows crinkle when nothing is said in return. Hand to chest, a worried frown takes over the young man’s face. More prodding and nothing. There’s no evidence that his archangel had ever been there. 

Tears fall in rivulets down his face as his legs give out. Ankles and feet land in the water and his head hits the dirt. A marionette with sudden cut strings. Pain laces through his whole form but Adam ignores it. 

There’s no point in going on if Michael isn’t there. 

[zephyrises]

★;; starter for @emptinas

Master Yen Sid’s observation that this world had been pulsating with a peculiar darkness is no longer lost on Ventus now that he’s seeing it firsthand. There are experiences that can’t be accounted for without Chirithy’s consultation, but he doesn’t think he’s traversed such a dreary and unsettling place in all of his life. It’s a proper ghost town—not a single inhabitant or heartless invader to be found in all of its continuity, the air itself stained with an indescribable bleakness.

Something terrible happened here, and if it wasn’t his job to investigate, he’s sure he wouldn’t want to stick around and find out what.

Swallowing the knot that forms in his throat at the sight of a tied shoe warped into its sole and wedged between the bars of a sewer grate, the blonde warily calls upon his keyblade, gives its handle a firm squeeze and pushes on through one vacated street after another.

It feels as if hours have passed come the time he finally spots a wisp of something in his peripherals and snaps into a defensive stance, glancing every which way in his frantic attempt to source it. Completely and utterly failing to do so certainly doesn’t do anything for his spiking heart rate. Even taking a breath and rationalizing that his mind could be playing tricks on him after such an extended period of silence can’t set him at ease.

An even deeper breath and a snail’s pace step act as a prelude to Ventus’s attempt to backtrack in the direction that he swears whatever he may or may not have caught a glimpse of darted in. Hopping several warped poles and rounding an automobile decimated beyond hope of repair, he comes to an alleyway, gripping his weapon just a fraction tighter as he resolves to take a chance on it.

Seeing exactly what it is that teased the edges of his vision immediately upon entering might have provided him with some sense of closure if the creature—an Unversed, of all things—wasn’t all too familiar to him in the most befuddling of ways. It looks him dead in his widening eyes, forelimbs and neck twitching once, then twice before it tries to scurry away.

Suddenly, Ventus’s feet are moving of their own accord, carrying him to the corner the Flood rounded at a speed that’s jarring in comparison to how cautiously he’s been progressing thus far.

Fingers catching the edge of the brick wall, he slides to a startled stop at the indentation that marks the alley’s dead end, staring wordlessly at the incomplete form of his other half for several seconds too long.

“Vanitas.” The shock in the boy’s voice isn’t brought on by the other’s presence alone. Some way, somehow, he knew that Vanitas wasn’t gone—he just couldn’t be—so it was only a matter of time before their paths crossed again. It’s more so the state that he’s in. “Your legs. They’re—what’s—”

[ofinfiniteuniversesa]

The plague of the first born in Egypt was mostly caused by Azrael’s hands. 

[ofdivinegrace]

►► (for dominion Michael... if he had never learned his lesson after the flood)

Send me ‘►►’ to see what my muse would be like if an important event in their life didn’t happen. (Legion based) The viceroy landed at the messenger’s back as the other prowled through the ranks of the dogs of Heaven. It was time. The first horn sounded blown from Gabriel’s own lips. They would descend upon the earth and destroy all those humans. Just as FATHER wanted it to be. 

A second horn blew and then a third. They had found the mother, found the child. But it had been born. The cries keeping the weak ones away. Which is where he came in. A quirk of lips into the mockery of a smile as his wings spread. 

The descent was easy, the fourth and fifth horn sounding as well as Michael touched down at a truckstop. It was almost too easy to follow the cries. Killing those weaklings who tried to get in his way. Orders were clear. The child and mother had to die. His sword was drawn from the sheath for the first time. 

Cleansing time. A quick swat of his wings sends a young man flying against the wall as he reaches the woman. His hands crush her windpipe as he pulls the abomination from her arms. 

He stops the baby’s breathing quickly and painlessly just as his twin lands. A touch of mercy not shown in any previous times. If Gabriel asks why, he will not say because he saw a different set of eyes there. A true chosen one. But he had.  “It is done. The world shall be no more. Just as FATHER asked for.”

[ofdivinegrace]

He’s here to reap and young souls get to him. Azrael actually closes his eyes as the car speeds down the street and only stops because of human barriers. The kids are gathered close immediately and sent off. He actually gives off a shaky breath when another presence is noticed. “Yes?”

[ofwndrlnd]

hi some more yukina lore bc edon lowkey made a point as i was fleshing it out-

she's one of the few MCs that wouldn't want to leave twisted wonderland; because her parents have enough influence back home to set her up for an arranged marriage, in exchange for money from the groom's family, just to get yukina off their backs and pay off a debt at the same time. it was one of the few instances in which silence could very well have saved her life, staying quiet enough to eavesdrop on what her parents planned to do to get rid of her, and so she used her being invisible to said people to her advantage - collecting evidence of their plans and anonymously submitting it to local authorities just days before she disappeared.

yukina doesn't know what happened to her parents after she submitted the police report, but after her disappearance, her parents would ultimately be arrested for embezzlement and murder.

[buddy-arc]

“i am a sickly victorian child and this was the last thing i ever read. goodbye.”