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bakerstreet2024-11-09 10:09 am
If Death loves you, you can never die
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| For centuries, cultures all over the world have anthropomorphized the concept of Death. It's easier to comprehend something so infinite, so complex as actually being like us. That's how we can wrap out minds around what is inevitable. Characters in many canons have come close to dying, have been in danger of dying, or have actually died at some point. The more that's at stake, the more interesting the narrative. So, naturally, let's take those two commonalities and blend them up into one simple meme: shipping with Death. And why not? Plenty of terms describing death-related scenarios are framed in words that are romantic or intimate. Kiss of death. A brush with death. What if those things were literal? In short, your character has attracted the attention of Death/a grim reaper/a shinigami/any other litany of macabre spirits...or your character is the shadow of death. Is your character not Death in vaguely human shape in canon but you want to play them as such? AU them! Everything else here is played a little fast and loose, after all. Of course, all of this will leave you with more questions than answers: how did this love blossom? Is it unrequited or returned? How can the two characters be together if one is alive and the other is more than just dead? Isn't it against the rules for Death to love a mortal? What kind of shenanigans could this cause, from affecting mundanity to intimacy?
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Junpei Yoshino ( JJK )
Takakura ‘Okarun’ Ken | Dandadan
Elisabeth "Sisi" Wittelsbach | Elisabeth das Musical
jannah || star wars || ota
AU Percy De Rolo | Critical Role | OTA
kaydel ko connix || star wars || ota
rio vidal | mcu
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She's been around for a while, and when you're a cosmic entity, you see it all. She has tended to her garden from the beginning of time and she has met the best and the worst of sentient beings, the genocidal maniacs, the sweetest of grandmothers, the most innocent of children. The despicable, the enviable; the loving, and those full of hatred, and everything in between. Nothing surprises Death, nothing particularly amuses her.
The first dead coven she'd found sucked dry of their powers hadn't intrigued her for more than a moment. But then it had happened again, and again. And Death had wondered who was responsible, and that wondering was the first curiosity she had felt in a long time. So she paid a little closer attention to Earth, and it hadn't been long before she'd felt that same magical signature, vibrant, draining. A witch named Agatha Harkness. And since then, Death has made sure to arrive a little early each time. Watching. Waiting.
This time, she's very early. She watches as the witches sing together, only to seem shocked that nothing happened at the end. Agatha starts to taunt them, and they blast her with their blast in their fury -- but a rainbow of color turns poisonous purple as Agatha absorbs it, laughing.
Death finds herself entranced. Clad in a thick cloak of green and black, she stands in the background and watches. And she manifests herself, because her curiosity cannot take it anymore. ]
Nice trick. I haven't seen that one many times before.
[ She's a willow figure against the treeline, pale face shadowed under her hood, but there's amusement in her voice. ]
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Care to see it again?
[ Agatha was ready to use her magic and start a fight—if anyone attacked her, it would be business as usual. ]
Or are you here just to join the rest of them? Everyone in that coven should be dead.
[ She had made sure no children or young mothers were involved in the coven she had lured out into the night. It was one of her weak spots—an ugly remnant of humanity that still lingered in her heart. ]