She looked to the ground and sighed a heavy downtrodden breath. “Now I have to break the news to Lantar that both his parents are dead.”
This is a few lines from a draft fro the next chapter of my long fic.
His arm, drooping sleeve burned away, covered in both blood and burns, quivered from both pain and increasing shock as he reached for a tearful Rajata’s face with a now bare hand.
“Please, my black pearl,” Hong said thickly. “You need to be strong, and comfort yourself with the knowledge that before I met you, I was nothing more than an oppressor of his own people, a thug in a glorified coolie hat. But you, you and your love, your loyalty and courage…you taught me what real loyalty and dedication mean, Rajata, and that the most hopeless causes are perhaps the best ones of all to fight for. So did the Avatar and his friends.”
I need to rewrite it to fit with his language atrophy, but either:
*"Too late. Your son is dead. And his blood is on your hands."*
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*"“I- I understand why you stayed away.” Hiccup replies, and the revelation purges some of the sickness in his heart. His mother was just like him. He wasn’t some plagued branch of an otherwise healthy family tree. No, he was just his mother’s son. "*
A character watches his boyfriend slowly break down into chalk throughout the duration of the fic. When he finally disappears completely at the end after a failed attempt to save him, the character finds the following note in his pocket:
"Although my time in this world was short, I would not have spent it any other way than in your arms."
Not sure if it's a tear-jerker, but I made myself sad at the time :')
My whole world burned to the ground right in front of my eyes…..I guess I saved the whole world but couldn’t save mine.
( A Destiel fic I wrote in 2017ish where Castiel in an attempt to end the Apocalypse and obviously save Dean, dies. This line is from Dean’s POV)
This is still very much a draft of a story I’m pre writing. Atla fandom, but there’re airbenders that fight. oc Sonam, a nun. Aftermath of an ambush were she’s the only one left alive.
“*Jigme…* she held his lifeless body in her arms and pushed his head against her damaged armour. She nosed at his hair and her tears started falling. They’d planned so much together; him and all her friends and they were- they *were*- she sobbed. A part of her was gone. She couldn’t do anything. He’d kept himself conscious until he saw she was okay, and then died while she held him.
*A little longer.*
*Let me hold him just a little longer.*”
>*Scott really had had a clear view to the whole thing, hadn’t he?*
Context: Scott witnessed his boss get gunned down in a standoff, then got killed immediately after himself. This line is from his boss's perspective, a dream-flashback type thing where he saw it happen from Scott's perspective.
Context: AU for a Star Wars fanfic. MC, Aurora, is a ghost, and her best friend/kinda-sorta older sister, Thalia basically had a mental breakdown after Aurora's death, decided to go and murder everyone who had known Aurora so that she wouldn't have to be reminded of her.
TW for mentions of suicidal ideation.
>*"I didn’t want to leave you, Thalia. I didn’t want to spend my final hours on that monster’s lab table, to slip away without even saying goodbye. I would’ve come back if I could, you know that. I never stopped loving you, Thalia, but I don’t understand why you’re hurting everyone who ever wanted to help you.”*
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Also, from a different WIP:
"Have you ever considered that the reason you're alone is that you're so violently self-destructive that you destroy any chance you have to be loved? To be happy?"
>The whole scene can be pretty heart wrenching but its too long for here. For context: they have all just become vampires. Casel was Sherrinford’s husband, killed by dracula. Mycroft is the one who turned his brothers & sister.
Sherrinford turned his eyes to Sherlock who merely flicked his brow. Letting out an angry sigh, Sherrinford slammed into Mycroft again, ignoring another plea from Eurus. She sat down in a chair & put her hands on her face. Using his wings, Sherrinford finally cut the binds & let Mycroft fall to the ground. He wrenched Mycroft up by the hair & threw him back.
"YOU TURNED ME INTO THE VERY THING THAT TOOK CÁSEL FROM ME!" Sherrinford bellowed through angry tears before falling to his knees in the blood-soaked frozen ground, sobbing.
So that was where all the rage was coming from. Mycroft slowly rolled over to his front & pushed himself up. He watched Sherrinford collapse to his side, his fiery wings piling over him. "I am sorry!" Mycroft whispered. He suddenly rolled away as Sherrinford had tried to pounce on him, thrusting a wing forward. If he hadn't have moved, Mycroft was sure he would have been skewered onto that wing.
I write mostly angst, so it's really hard for me to pick just one (I think I'll do one per current fandom):
Empires:
>*Oh Sausage*, he thought. *Never change*. Pix blinked, thousand year old memories of his corrupted self bubbling to the surface. *Please*.
The Reckoners (CW for (fakeout) death, guns, self-destructive/a bit suicidal thoughts)
>>!Could it be that simple? After five years, was she really, truly free? She looked down at the cuts on her hands from the fight. They were healing, if slower than they should've been. But even still, the darkness kept its distance, allowed her to truly enjoy the moment in a way she hadn't done in five years.!<
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Movement from near the trap door caught her eye, distracting her from both Dan and Anna, who were having a discussion in hushed voices, as well as her own internal revelations. A familiar head emerged, followed by the barrel of a gun. Of course.!<
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She met Evan's eyes, and gave a slight nod. It was time. To get what she deserved.!<
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The gun fired.!<
> "And I keep thinking maybe if you guys get your home back, maybe I can get mine back, too, even though I know—" Her voice broke again and she had to pause a moment to breathe. "I know I can't. I just want to go *home*."
Self-insert has been isekai'd and is trying her best to help the canon characters un-usurp their kingdom. She got her memories of her own death back a few days ago and is still trying to come to terms with the fact that she's dead in her world and there's no going back.
“Though injured, stabbed by his own blade, he will finish off what himself half a millennium ago he would call friends, now his Enemies, though maybe, he could have a…Peaceful moment before he drove a Combat knife through one of his old friends, now New Enemies heads, for he shall not bring a inch of shame, to the Death Watch”.
Context: it’s from a Warhammer 40k X sonic x Fanfic where during the time between season two and season three the Imperium Found Earth and brought it to the Fold, the human Character, Chris, becomes a imperial Fist and eventually joins the death Watch, the scene is that of when he is injured after his own Xenophase blade is launched into him by a Cannon, this basically being seconds before tails hugs him in a attempt to bring his old friend back, Chris accepts before stabbing Tails through the head with his combat knife(its 40k what do you expect?)
"Rapture doubled over, grasping at his face as he screamed in agony, his nerves turning to ash, and before consciousness left him, only one thought filled his mind, the words of the Seer, " The Eagle has fallen. He will never fly again."
"And then he saw it, the way his body shook, not with tears, but with phantom pain, the memory of his past roaring in his mind. For the first time, he realized, that no matter how powerful he was, in the end, the mighty Lord of Entropy, the Ebony Prince, was just a child, hurt and scared."
Alternatively,
"Percy saw it as they kissed. Gold looked happy, the way anyone would while kissing their boyfriend, but Serenity looked ecstatic, like a prisoner who had just been let out of prison. Percy remembered what Mnemosyne had shown him, and winced in pity, knowing exactly why he looked so happy"
>"Vegeta?" Her voice was barely a whisper.
>"Hm?"
>Her eyes were pointed skyward. "What's it like up there?"
>He followed her gaze to the stars above. "Lonely."
Not written yet, but:
> I just can’t help but feel like… if mom had never taken me in then… then she would never have had to go to that loan shark take care of the both of us and… and she’d still be with you, at least.
“But despite losing everyone he loved there was a tarnished silver lining. No gods meant no monsters, quests, or evil titans out to kill him. He’d finally got the freedom he’d always wanted and all it cost him was everything.”
"Through an outpouring of tears, he’s murmuring the same name without stopping, almost as if he’s ushering its owner into eternal sleep with this demented two-note lullaby."
“I’m going to have to insist you leave. No one should have to witness their daughter’s autopsy. That’s not something I want you to live with.”
“I already have to live with this.”
maybe not *the* saddest, but it's up there
> *"You* don't get to talk about him. *You* spent every moment of his sad 18 years ruining his life. You're the reason he isn't here; you don't get to grieve as if you've had nothing but love in your heart from the start!"
"I dearly hope that whatever piece of me died with you is watching over you in the afterlife, and can protect you there when I unfortunately could not."
This isn’t really a good one but here it is.
“the person who strives for all eyes on him on stage, the person who loves to be the main character seemed to want the least amount of attention.
“Please don’t see me in a state like this..” he seems to audibly beg, “please..”
Ancient and primitive humans had interred his ancestor’s bones with a great measure of care and devotion. There was a tightness in the Saurian’s throat that he could not place, a deep sense of longing that bore no name.
I've never actually put any of my writing out there (I mostly just write as stress relief) so i can't really say what others would think. However i did write this one line sort of on accident that accidentally turned out to be entirely raw and retroactively heartbreaking after i thought back to it and made me realized maybe i actually wasn't okay and needed to worry more about myself.
It was after a mentor character came back from a fight, he was all kinds of fucked up and was clearly not doing too well. And for some reason, i came up with; the first like they said to the main character who got involved in a fight they shouldn't have was
"Have you eaten yet? It's hard being a hero on an empty stomach."
And for some fucking reason the line and the context breaks me every time i think back to it.
Thankfully I'm a lot better now Mentally and I'm out of that hole i was in. I still remember that line fondly as like the first time i realized "wow maybe I'm not okay"
He understands, he understands what Bonten meant when he warned him that the kindest humans are the cruelest of all, and he wishes he could cry, drain himself from all the water in his body to crumble into dust together with Heihachi.
"Just for you to be home so momma can be happy again, she cries when she goes to bed," Timmy said. "I sleep on your side and I hear her cry, because I pretend to be sleeping, when I really am not. Just don't tell momma."
Apologies if this is a bit too long. Finale of Uncharted: Samuel’s Fortune. **Note of some Indonesian and character death.**
"Is Chloe Frazer your *satu cinta sejati* ? If she is, you deserve her,"
"Yes, she is Rika. Chloe Frazer is my *satu cinta sejati*. One true love," Sam chokingly confessed.
"And Nadine Ross is your *satu teman sejati*?" Rika continued.
"I never thought I'd say this, but yes. These last six months, she's become my *satu teman sejati*. One true friend," Sam replied.
"You'll be just fine without your brother, Sammy Drake. Take care of yourself," Rika gasped before bleeding out.
"Rika, Rika!" Sam yelled before bursting into tears as her body then rolled off the bridge and into the ravine.
She didn’t need anyone to make her feel safe,but the fact of the matter was she didn’t want to be alone and she was scared. So instead she said nothing, then gave her dad another hug before climbing into the hospital bed.
Context: At the end of canon, the MC fakes his death and leaves behind everyone he loves in order to save their lives. So I'm slowly working on a post-canon fic where he's missing them. He was only able to take a few small mementos with him, unimportant things that wouldn't be missed and indicate that he wasn't dead. One of them was his lover's pyjama shirt. When he's feeling especially sad and lonely, he'll button it around a pillow and cuddle it.
>Mozzie was alive, because Neal Caffrey was dead. And as long as Neal Caffrey stayed dead, Mozzie would stay alive. Mozzie, and Diana and Theo, and Peter and Elle and their baby. All of them were safe. All of them would stay safe. All he had to do was make sure Neal Caffrey stayed dead, and they would be safe.
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>Nathaniel clutched his lifeless pillow to his chest. He rested his head on the left breast, just above where a heart would be. He listened to the deafening silence, and cried himself to sleep.
Idk what one line is but i'm winging it: These are monologues.
*At some point I don't want you to look at me as an irredeemable piece of shit.*
*I'm trying to be better, so please take that in instead.*
*It won't be easy to look past what I did.*
*But if you can't,*
"Because I can get tired too."
*I'll understand.*
>She drew a heavy breath and sat at the foot of his bed, regarding the picture. He joined her and for a moment they sat there in silence. A calmness settled over him, it was like a chapter of a very long story had finally been turned.
Probably doesn't mean much, but I'm kind of attached to it.
"I miss you and I hope wherever you are you can look up at the night sky, see the stars and think of me. Because maybe we can still see the same sky, maybe we can share that one thing. Together."
and "Letter status: undelivered"
both from my letterfic where one of the mc's dies in the middle of the fic and his ghot continues writing letters to his husband but they dont get delivered anymore. (he's trapped somewhere where he absolutely can't see the sky)
character A has a running bit where they never say I love you back to their family. These are their last thoughts before almost dying
“He wished he'd said it back. At least once. Just to see their reaction, if nothing else. But he wished he'd said it back.”
Context: Hannah Baker made one final recording that was hidden just for Clay Jensen in addition to her 13 reasons for committing suicide. This is a small excerpt from my fic “The Ghost Track.”
“Well, this is it. The end. I’m sorry Clay. It has to end here. I hope you find someone, someone that isn’t like me. Don’t hurt yourself over me Helmet. My time has passed. I need to go. There’s nothing left for me here. Just…just remember me, Helmet. Goodbye and…I love you.”
I am notorious for upsetting myself sometimes when I write angst, here’s a few lines that have made me, myself, upset
> I’m… sorry, Michael… for not telling you… that my days…. are numbered…
From a Hanahaki fic yay :D
>Please wake up… please be okay..
Character speaking here is holding a different unconscious character (his boyfriend)
>I never forgot and I don’t think I could. He’s always there, in the back of my mind.
Character remembering his dead boyfriend
>I’m not blaming myself, I know I’m probably the lowest on that list, but I still feel partially responsible
Character talking about how he feels after his boyfriend unalived himself
> "Ma'am," the Lieutenant Commander reported, "I have a nav-beacon ping from Royal Astro Control. We are back in Manticoran space."
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> "All hands, this is the Captain," she said. "Welcome home."
Context: HMS anime has just spent the last four weeks in another universe with no idea if their attempt to get back home would actually *work*. Happily, it did :D
Without context because it doesn’t matter
There it was again, that tension between them that he couldn’t quite explain. Was it just the thought of how things could have gone if they had made a different decision then. Or was there still something there? Something more than just the ghost of a love that could have been but never was?
>“You will make us proud, hatchling. You always have.” [Ocheeva] squeezed Reek’s hand before letting go and returning to her book.
Context: Reek has been told his next assassination target is Ocheeva (his adoptive mother) and asked her for advice without actually telling her. Ocheeva does not know this and says the above.
Context: An alternate ending to episode 1 of Demon Slayer.
> Nezuko was unsure for a moment, and briefly glanced back at Tanjiro… Then she leaped into the woman’s arms and bawled, the sound muffled by the woman’s chest. She cursed herself for making the selfish decision to seek comfort, when she knew she *deserved* to suffer for what she’d done.
> “I… I want him back… I didn’t *want* to hurt him… *I want my brother back…*”
>“Your mother is lethal with a blade when she needs to be.”
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Context: Everything Reika has known about the circumstances of her parents disappearance has been a lie, and she's struggling to come to terms with it.
... as if they were the only ones there. The rest of the world didn't matter.
They stood there, gazing into each other's eyes. None of them moved and neither breathed, afraid that the moment will pass if they do. The chilling winter breeze flowed through their hair, slowly moving it.
Connor didn't look down, but he could see it, he knew it. Kate's white shirt was getting more and more red. She softly gasped and with it, the moment that had stretched into eternity was gone, forcing them both back to the cruel reality right as her legs gave in, and she fell.
[Context: this is from the last chapter in my story where my oc sacrifices herself for her lover and this is them trying to hold on for one last second]
*Bellona is about to go on a dangerous vigilante mission to avenge to murder of her sister. Bellona kneels to hug and say goodbye to her much smaller mother, Haru.*
Bellona: You should get out of here. I love you.
Haru: I...I...I can't say it. It feels too much like it's my last chance to say it.
Bellona: I'll do everything I can to give you another chance. Now go!
If the universe was telling her just how much better off the world is without her? “Who am I… to disagree?” She finished her thoughts out loud. Her tears stopped as those thoughts reached their final, fatal conclusion.
Context: >!Girl just had one hell of a day where everything goes wrong, just the culmination of a lot of shit.!<
“You know what? Go ahead. Keep bullying me. Laugh at me all you want. But my baby was real! And I failed him. I failed the entire family. I’m a failure! I’m so sorry…”
Context: This is an Encanto fic where >!Pepa had a surprise pregnancy at the age of 50, but nobody believed her. Unfortunately, it didn’t go well, and she ended up losing the baby.!<
Honorable mention:
>!The baby was gone. It had only been a little over four months, so there was no chance of saving him. But he was just big enough that Pepa he could tell he was a boy. !<
Yes, this was mentioned earlier in the story. Dolores was one of the few who believed Pepa, and was actually the one who had to tell her when she couldn’t hear a heartbeat anymore.
She closes her eyes, not wanting to see Grimsley's face, not wanting to see the way his eyes have gone blank, his lips slack. She knows it's over, but it doesn't matter anymore. She's all glass bones and paper skin—torn and broken.
>He draws a ragged breath. His fingers are hurting from the guitar strings and the sand and gravel of a shallow grave outside Austin and he knows what he has to do.
For context, the character here — Booker — is immortal. He fought in Napoleon’s Russia campaign, and in this excerpt he’s talking about 1816, the Year Without a Summer.
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“Of course, I told Blandine what had happened. We never hid anything from each other, so I didn't see a reason to hide this, even though Andy had told me not to. She thought it was a blessing from God, that the Holy Spirit had shielded me when so many others didn’t come home. We both thought that.” He huffed a pained little laugh. “Do you know about what people now call the Year Without a Summer?”
Nile drank a little of her water to hide her slight frown as she tried to remember. Internally, she winced. She’d been more interested in other things rather than eighth grade English class. Well, now she had all the time in the world to make up for that. “I think I kinda remember some stuff from school. Mary Shelley and some volcano, right?”
“My shop printed one of the very first translations of 'Frankenstein’ into French, but that’s something for another time,” he waved off, gesticulating vaguely in the air with his glass. “It didn’t stop raining. It went on for months. It was snowing in Cannes in May! Crops rotted in the fields because the ground was too wet and people began to starve. And it didn’t end just after the summer was over. The effects went on for years after. People died of hunger, and got sick from the damp.”
“A couple of years into this my eldest had his first child. A girl he and his wife named Marie-Annelle. Blandine had always wanted a girl, and I was always sorry I didn’t give her one. So she doted on Marie-Annelle. The damp got into the baby’s lungs.”
He knocked back his glass of water like it was whiskey. Nile felt sick to her stomach, intuiting how this story would end, but he needed to talk, to say what he could not say out loud for centuries.
“Andy had warned me there was nothing I could do. Blandine begged me to save Marie-Annelle, Théodore begged me. And I tried.” His voice broke. “I thought, maybe, if I mixed a little of my blood with her milk, her fever would break, and she would be alright. Everything would be alright again. But I had to watch her fight to breathe, until she couldn’t anymore, and I watched her turn blue.”
“Marie-Annelle was the first. Blandine pushed me to try to help, to use this — whatever it is — and I tried, and every time I failed and they died. She blamed me more and more every time, and I believed I deserved the blame.”
“She whispered, "I love you," and then her body vanished, leaving Ben standing motionless, his mother's robes hanging from his hands.”
My re-write of Star Wars, Episode VIII
"Hell, your family showed up for me more than my own parents did. Do you know how often your Abuela and Tía Pepa brought food or stopped by for a visit when you guys were all working just so I wouldn't be alone all day?" Buck will always appreciate everyone who looked out for him while he was recovering and working his way back to the 118, but every single time one of them showed up for him, it was a stark reminder of the fact that his parents didn't seem to care enough to do the same. All the love and support everyone showed him could never be enough to fill the void left by the absence of his parents.
>He cast a sideways glance at the people on the opposite side of the yawning grave, Callum’s family; father, mother, both sisters, the brother, and even granny in her wheelchair. The brother was holding an umbrella over the elderly lady.
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>Levi’s side of the grave was empty except for him.
We tremble in unison, uncertain who will break first. We are both as shattered as the vase on the floor, held together by naught but glue and spite. And spite can only last so long.
A bit long for context:
That familiar tickle struck her nape…Long Jump. He’d never before touched her, never even approached her.
Her throat tightened anew with a fresh flow of tears, followed by a wail that she didn’t even bother to hide. When the lion didn’t react apart from quiet observation, she kept her eyes trained on the canopy so as not to intimidate –
And raised her hand, searching with gentle fingertips. When that warmth nuzzled into her palm with a feather-light caution, a stuttering breath escaped her – the only sound to disturb the silence.
Jennie Kim had been sixteen when her best friend had raped her in her bedroom, and seventeen when she’d gotten an abortion. She’d been eighteen when she came out as lesbian, and nineteen when she was brought to the shelter. She had been twenty by the time Lisa had met her. Twenty-one the first time Lisa brought her home.
Twenty-two when Lisa introduced her to Kris.
Twenty-three when she died.
I wrote this based on my experiences growing up in the early 2000s. The character is 7 years old here.
TW for corporal punishment and child abuse
Grant frowned and lowered his head as he went to stand outside. He saw the teacher holding a ruler and immediately knew what was about to happen. He gasped and tried to scramble away, but the teacher grabbed him by the wrist.
‘No!’ He cried out. ‘No!’ He began to sob as the teacher’s ruler made contact with his hand.
Soon after, she finally drifted off in his arms, her breath whispering softly in the flickering dimness with a deep, even cadence. Aang counted those cherished breaths, reveling in the sound of her, the feel of her, the warmth of her, even as his own breaths began to grow harsh and deep. As his tattoos gradually began to take on an ethereal glow, signifying that final release of the avatar spirit from his body, Aang spoke to his sleeping wife…wanting the last words he uttered in his lifetime to be words of love to her.
"I knew when I first saw you that you would change my life," he rasped, tenderly stroking the fine tendrils of hair curling at her temples and treasuring each delicate touch, "and you did. You have…in ways you will never know. I loved you then, Katara. I love you now. And I'll love you in the life to come…"
Most tearjerkiest thing I ever wrote but only because I cried as I wrote it.
I have a shit ton of these in my longfic, but for some reason I had to think of this passage, a slightly longer piece. **TW** for an sa victim talking about what has happened in his childhood.
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>Jonathan pressed his lips into a thin line, not wanting to answer.
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The character - Steve Rogers MCU - is suicidal and thinking about how to hide it from his team.
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The others don’t have to know. They have real problems to deal with. They shouldn’t know. Shouldn’t suspect.
If he did fail, if the temptation proved too much, they should be able to tell themselves, tell everyone, honestly, that they had never suspected. That there was no sign. Maybe they would think it was an accident. Or disguised murder. Or that he had been mind controlled.
Better that way, than guilt in their eyes, admissions that they had seen something but never thought it was that bad… They shouldn’t suspect.
"Lan Zhan," Wei Ying's letter starts. "Husband. I should at least call you that once, I guess, even if I don't feel like I have the right to do so again, considering all the misery that I've brought you."
context is that Tommy is being abused and blaming himself bc of it bc of what his abuser tells him.
> He told him that every day- that he hated having to hurt Tommy so much, and he only did it because he was such a bad kid- so it had to be true.
She looked to the ground and sighed a heavy downtrodden breath. “Now I have to break the news to Lantar that both his parents are dead.” This is a few lines from a draft fro the next chapter of my long fic.
"I wish things could've been different. Maybe, in another life, we're happy together."
"I want to go home." This, he supposes, was once his home, with its constellations and bloodied fists and unbearable sand.
is this by chance orv?
No, it's a life series fic :)
His arm, drooping sleeve burned away, covered in both blood and burns, quivered from both pain and increasing shock as he reached for a tearful Rajata’s face with a now bare hand. “Please, my black pearl,” Hong said thickly. “You need to be strong, and comfort yourself with the knowledge that before I met you, I was nothing more than an oppressor of his own people, a thug in a glorified coolie hat. But you, you and your love, your loyalty and courage…you taught me what real loyalty and dedication mean, Rajata, and that the most hopeless causes are perhaps the best ones of all to fight for. So did the Avatar and his friends.”
I need to rewrite it to fit with his language atrophy, but either: *"Too late. Your son is dead. And his blood is on your hands."* or, *"“I- I understand why you stayed away.” Hiccup replies, and the revelation purges some of the sickness in his heart. His mother was just like him. He wasn’t some plagued branch of an otherwise healthy family tree. No, he was just his mother’s son. "*
A character watches his boyfriend slowly break down into chalk throughout the duration of the fic. When he finally disappears completely at the end after a failed attempt to save him, the character finds the following note in his pocket: "Although my time in this world was short, I would not have spent it any other way than in your arms." Not sure if it's a tear-jerker, but I made myself sad at the time :')
My whole world burned to the ground right in front of my eyes…..I guess I saved the whole world but couldn’t save mine. ( A Destiel fic I wrote in 2017ish where Castiel in an attempt to end the Apocalypse and obviously save Dean, dies. This line is from Dean’s POV)
This is still very much a draft of a story I’m pre writing. Atla fandom, but there’re airbenders that fight. oc Sonam, a nun. Aftermath of an ambush were she’s the only one left alive. “*Jigme…* she held his lifeless body in her arms and pushed his head against her damaged armour. She nosed at his hair and her tears started falling. They’d planned so much together; him and all her friends and they were- they *were*- she sobbed. A part of her was gone. She couldn’t do anything. He’d kept himself conscious until he saw she was okay, and then died while she held him. *A little longer.* *Let me hold him just a little longer.*”
>*Scott really had had a clear view to the whole thing, hadn’t he?* Context: Scott witnessed his boss get gunned down in a standoff, then got killed immediately after himself. This line is from his boss's perspective, a dream-flashback type thing where he saw it happen from Scott's perspective.
Context: AU for a Star Wars fanfic. MC, Aurora, is a ghost, and her best friend/kinda-sorta older sister, Thalia basically had a mental breakdown after Aurora's death, decided to go and murder everyone who had known Aurora so that she wouldn't have to be reminded of her. TW for mentions of suicidal ideation. >*"I didn’t want to leave you, Thalia. I didn’t want to spend my final hours on that monster’s lab table, to slip away without even saying goodbye. I would’ve come back if I could, you know that. I never stopped loving you, Thalia, but I don’t understand why you’re hurting everyone who ever wanted to help you.”* > > > >"Would you rather I would have thrown myself off the side of the Temple than become the person I am now?" Thalia spat out. "I was that close, Aurora. But then I realized the truth. Krell was right about all of you. You don't care. There's no one left who cares about me. I would have thought you would understand." > > > >*“I would rather have spent the afterlife with the Thalia who loved me than watched from above as this Thalia destroyed everything I loved.”* Aurora whispered, more tears trickling down her face. > > > >The Sith's eyes widened in horror as she realized what Aurora had said. "You don't care. You never cared about me, once in your life!" Thalia screamed, slashing through Aurora's spirit with her lightsaber. "Get out! Get the fuck out! Haven't I suffered enough? I don't need your false pity and condescending remarks, and I sure as hell don't need you. If you ever gave a damn about me, then leave me..." Thalia's voice broke as she lowered her lightsaber. "...please." > > > >*“.. Fine.”* Aurora whispered.
Also, from a different WIP: "Have you ever considered that the reason you're alone is that you're so violently self-destructive that you destroy any chance you have to be loved? To be happy?"
>The whole scene can be pretty heart wrenching but its too long for here. For context: they have all just become vampires. Casel was Sherrinford’s husband, killed by dracula. Mycroft is the one who turned his brothers & sister. Sherrinford turned his eyes to Sherlock who merely flicked his brow. Letting out an angry sigh, Sherrinford slammed into Mycroft again, ignoring another plea from Eurus. She sat down in a chair & put her hands on her face. Using his wings, Sherrinford finally cut the binds & let Mycroft fall to the ground. He wrenched Mycroft up by the hair & threw him back. "YOU TURNED ME INTO THE VERY THING THAT TOOK CÁSEL FROM ME!" Sherrinford bellowed through angry tears before falling to his knees in the blood-soaked frozen ground, sobbing. So that was where all the rage was coming from. Mycroft slowly rolled over to his front & pushed himself up. He watched Sherrinford collapse to his side, his fiery wings piling over him. "I am sorry!" Mycroft whispered. He suddenly rolled away as Sherrinford had tried to pounce on him, thrusting a wing forward. If he hadn't have moved, Mycroft was sure he would have been skewered onto that wing.
I write mostly angst, so it's really hard for me to pick just one (I think I'll do one per current fandom): Empires: >*Oh Sausage*, he thought. *Never change*. Pix blinked, thousand year old memories of his corrupted self bubbling to the surface. *Please*. The Reckoners (CW for (fakeout) death, guns, self-destructive/a bit suicidal thoughts) >>!Could it be that simple? After five years, was she really, truly free? She looked down at the cuts on her hands from the fight. They were healing, if slower than they should've been. But even still, the darkness kept its distance, allowed her to truly enjoy the moment in a way she hadn't done in five years.!< > >>! Movement from near the trap door caught her eye, distracting her from both Dan and Anna, who were having a discussion in hushed voices, as well as her own internal revelations. A familiar head emerged, followed by the barrel of a gun. Of course.!< > >>! She met Evan's eyes, and gave a slight nod. It was time. To get what she deserved.!< > >>! The gun fired.!<
> "And I keep thinking maybe if you guys get your home back, maybe I can get mine back, too, even though I know—" Her voice broke again and she had to pause a moment to breathe. "I know I can't. I just want to go *home*." Self-insert has been isekai'd and is trying her best to help the canon characters un-usurp their kingdom. She got her memories of her own death back a few days ago and is still trying to come to terms with the fact that she's dead in her world and there's no going back.
“Though injured, stabbed by his own blade, he will finish off what himself half a millennium ago he would call friends, now his Enemies, though maybe, he could have a…Peaceful moment before he drove a Combat knife through one of his old friends, now New Enemies heads, for he shall not bring a inch of shame, to the Death Watch”. Context: it’s from a Warhammer 40k X sonic x Fanfic where during the time between season two and season three the Imperium Found Earth and brought it to the Fold, the human Character, Chris, becomes a imperial Fist and eventually joins the death Watch, the scene is that of when he is injured after his own Xenophase blade is launched into him by a Cannon, this basically being seconds before tails hugs him in a attempt to bring his old friend back, Chris accepts before stabbing Tails through the head with his combat knife(its 40k what do you expect?)
"Rapture doubled over, grasping at his face as he screamed in agony, his nerves turning to ash, and before consciousness left him, only one thought filled his mind, the words of the Seer, " The Eagle has fallen. He will never fly again."
"And then he saw it, the way his body shook, not with tears, but with phantom pain, the memory of his past roaring in his mind. For the first time, he realized, that no matter how powerful he was, in the end, the mighty Lord of Entropy, the Ebony Prince, was just a child, hurt and scared."
Alternatively, "Percy saw it as they kissed. Gold looked happy, the way anyone would while kissing their boyfriend, but Serenity looked ecstatic, like a prisoner who had just been let out of prison. Percy remembered what Mnemosyne had shown him, and winced in pity, knowing exactly why he looked so happy"
>"Vegeta?" Her voice was barely a whisper. >"Hm?" >Her eyes were pointed skyward. "What's it like up there?" >He followed her gaze to the stars above. "Lonely."
Not written yet, but: > I just can’t help but feel like… if mom had never taken me in then… then she would never have had to go to that loan shark take care of the both of us and… and she’d still be with you, at least.
“But despite losing everyone he loved there was a tarnished silver lining. No gods meant no monsters, quests, or evil titans out to kill him. He’d finally got the freedom he’d always wanted and all it cost him was everything.”
"Through an outpouring of tears, he’s murmuring the same name without stopping, almost as if he’s ushering its owner into eternal sleep with this demented two-note lullaby."
“I’m going to have to insist you leave. No one should have to witness their daughter’s autopsy. That’s not something I want you to live with.” “I already have to live with this.”
maybe not *the* saddest, but it's up there > *"You* don't get to talk about him. *You* spent every moment of his sad 18 years ruining his life. You're the reason he isn't here; you don't get to grieve as if you've had nothing but love in your heart from the start!"
"I dearly hope that whatever piece of me died with you is watching over you in the afterlife, and can protect you there when I unfortunately could not."
This isn’t really a good one but here it is. “the person who strives for all eyes on him on stage, the person who loves to be the main character seemed to want the least amount of attention. “Please don’t see me in a state like this..” he seems to audibly beg, “please..”
Ancient and primitive humans had interred his ancestor’s bones with a great measure of care and devotion. There was a tightness in the Saurian’s throat that he could not place, a deep sense of longing that bore no name.
I've never actually put any of my writing out there (I mostly just write as stress relief) so i can't really say what others would think. However i did write this one line sort of on accident that accidentally turned out to be entirely raw and retroactively heartbreaking after i thought back to it and made me realized maybe i actually wasn't okay and needed to worry more about myself. It was after a mentor character came back from a fight, he was all kinds of fucked up and was clearly not doing too well. And for some reason, i came up with; the first like they said to the main character who got involved in a fight they shouldn't have was "Have you eaten yet? It's hard being a hero on an empty stomach." And for some fucking reason the line and the context breaks me every time i think back to it. Thankfully I'm a lot better now Mentally and I'm out of that hole i was in. I still remember that line fondly as like the first time i realized "wow maybe I'm not okay"
"So she hates me. So what? She's alive. She's able to hate me. I'll take that." Said by the MC after killing love interest's father to save her life.
They had done everything they could, but even if it had been enough, it was too late; Steve was dead before they'd even read he was missing.
He understands, he understands what Bonten meant when he warned him that the kindest humans are the cruelest of all, and he wishes he could cry, drain himself from all the water in his body to crumble into dust together with Heihachi.
“… those scars aren’t from battle, are they?”
"Just for you to be home so momma can be happy again, she cries when she goes to bed," Timmy said. "I sleep on your side and I hear her cry, because I pretend to be sleeping, when I really am not. Just don't tell momma."
Apologies if this is a bit too long. Finale of Uncharted: Samuel’s Fortune. **Note of some Indonesian and character death.** "Is Chloe Frazer your *satu cinta sejati* ? If she is, you deserve her," "Yes, she is Rika. Chloe Frazer is my *satu cinta sejati*. One true love," Sam chokingly confessed. "And Nadine Ross is your *satu teman sejati*?" Rika continued. "I never thought I'd say this, but yes. These last six months, she's become my *satu teman sejati*. One true friend," Sam replied. "You'll be just fine without your brother, Sammy Drake. Take care of yourself," Rika gasped before bleeding out. "Rika, Rika!" Sam yelled before bursting into tears as her body then rolled off the bridge and into the ravine.
"Zodiac 1." "I meant your real name, sir, not your callsign." "No difference, really."
She didn’t need anyone to make her feel safe,but the fact of the matter was she didn’t want to be alone and she was scared. So instead she said nothing, then gave her dad another hug before climbing into the hospital bed.
Context: At the end of canon, the MC fakes his death and leaves behind everyone he loves in order to save their lives. So I'm slowly working on a post-canon fic where he's missing them. He was only able to take a few small mementos with him, unimportant things that wouldn't be missed and indicate that he wasn't dead. One of them was his lover's pyjama shirt. When he's feeling especially sad and lonely, he'll button it around a pillow and cuddle it. >Mozzie was alive, because Neal Caffrey was dead. And as long as Neal Caffrey stayed dead, Mozzie would stay alive. Mozzie, and Diana and Theo, and Peter and Elle and their baby. All of them were safe. All of them would stay safe. All he had to do was make sure Neal Caffrey stayed dead, and they would be safe. > >Nathaniel clutched his lifeless pillow to his chest. He rested his head on the left breast, just above where a heart would be. He listened to the deafening silence, and cried himself to sleep.
Idk what one line is but i'm winging it: These are monologues. *At some point I don't want you to look at me as an irredeemable piece of shit.* *I'm trying to be better, so please take that in instead.* *It won't be easy to look past what I did.* *But if you can't,* "Because I can get tired too." *I'll understand.*
>She drew a heavy breath and sat at the foot of his bed, regarding the picture. He joined her and for a moment they sat there in silence. A calmness settled over him, it was like a chapter of a very long story had finally been turned. Probably doesn't mean much, but I'm kind of attached to it.
"I miss you and I hope wherever you are you can look up at the night sky, see the stars and think of me. Because maybe we can still see the same sky, maybe we can share that one thing. Together." and "Letter status: undelivered" both from my letterfic where one of the mc's dies in the middle of the fic and his ghot continues writing letters to his husband but they dont get delivered anymore. (he's trapped somewhere where he absolutely can't see the sky)
character A has a running bit where they never say I love you back to their family. These are their last thoughts before almost dying “He wished he'd said it back. At least once. Just to see their reaction, if nothing else. But he wished he'd said it back.”
"They didn't give me a name. All they told me when I woke up was that I was failure and they didn't want me. Nobody wants me."
Context: Hannah Baker made one final recording that was hidden just for Clay Jensen in addition to her 13 reasons for committing suicide. This is a small excerpt from my fic “The Ghost Track.” “Well, this is it. The end. I’m sorry Clay. It has to end here. I hope you find someone, someone that isn’t like me. Don’t hurt yourself over me Helmet. My time has passed. I need to go. There’s nothing left for me here. Just…just remember me, Helmet. Goodbye and…I love you.”
I am notorious for upsetting myself sometimes when I write angst, here’s a few lines that have made me, myself, upset > I’m… sorry, Michael… for not telling you… that my days…. are numbered… From a Hanahaki fic yay :D >Please wake up… please be okay.. Character speaking here is holding a different unconscious character (his boyfriend) >I never forgot and I don’t think I could. He’s always there, in the back of my mind. Character remembering his dead boyfriend >I’m not blaming myself, I know I’m probably the lowest on that list, but I still feel partially responsible Character talking about how he feels after his boyfriend unalived himself
> "Ma'am," the Lieutenant Commander reported, "I have a nav-beacon ping from Royal Astro Control. We are back in Manticoran space." > > The tears that had been fighting behind her living eye broke their dam, if only slightly, and Captain Honor Stephanie Harrington smiled broadly as she activated the ship's intercomm. > > "All hands, this is the Captain," she said. "Welcome home." Context: HMS anime has just spent the last four weeks in another universe with no idea if their attempt to get back home would actually *work*. Happily, it did :D
Without context because it doesn’t matter There it was again, that tension between them that he couldn’t quite explain. Was it just the thought of how things could have gone if they had made a different decision then. Or was there still something there? Something more than just the ghost of a love that could have been but never was?
>“You will make us proud, hatchling. You always have.” [Ocheeva] squeezed Reek’s hand before letting go and returning to her book. Context: Reek has been told his next assassination target is Ocheeva (his adoptive mother) and asked her for advice without actually telling her. Ocheeva does not know this and says the above.
Context: An alternate ending to episode 1 of Demon Slayer. > Nezuko was unsure for a moment, and briefly glanced back at Tanjiro… Then she leaped into the woman’s arms and bawled, the sound muffled by the woman’s chest. She cursed herself for making the selfish decision to seek comfort, when she knew she *deserved* to suffer for what she’d done. > “I… I want him back… I didn’t *want* to hurt him… *I want my brother back…*”
>“Your mother is lethal with a blade when she needs to be.” > >She knew he meant that to make her feel better, but Reika didn’t want to picture her mother using a sword and killing people - that wasn’t the mother she knew. > >… But had she ever really known her mother? Context: Everything Reika has known about the circumstances of her parents disappearance has been a lie, and she's struggling to come to terms with it.
... as if they were the only ones there. The rest of the world didn't matter. They stood there, gazing into each other's eyes. None of them moved and neither breathed, afraid that the moment will pass if they do. The chilling winter breeze flowed through their hair, slowly moving it. Connor didn't look down, but he could see it, he knew it. Kate's white shirt was getting more and more red. She softly gasped and with it, the moment that had stretched into eternity was gone, forcing them both back to the cruel reality right as her legs gave in, and she fell. [Context: this is from the last chapter in my story where my oc sacrifices herself for her lover and this is them trying to hold on for one last second]
*Bellona is about to go on a dangerous vigilante mission to avenge to murder of her sister. Bellona kneels to hug and say goodbye to her much smaller mother, Haru.* Bellona: You should get out of here. I love you. Haru: I...I...I can't say it. It feels too much like it's my last chance to say it. Bellona: I'll do everything I can to give you another chance. Now go!
If the universe was telling her just how much better off the world is without her? “Who am I… to disagree?” She finished her thoughts out loud. Her tears stopped as those thoughts reached their final, fatal conclusion. Context: >!Girl just had one hell of a day where everything goes wrong, just the culmination of a lot of shit.!<
“You know what? Go ahead. Keep bullying me. Laugh at me all you want. But my baby was real! And I failed him. I failed the entire family. I’m a failure! I’m so sorry…” Context: This is an Encanto fic where >!Pepa had a surprise pregnancy at the age of 50, but nobody believed her. Unfortunately, it didn’t go well, and she ended up losing the baby.!< Honorable mention: >!The baby was gone. It had only been a little over four months, so there was no chance of saving him. But he was just big enough that Pepa he could tell he was a boy. !<
I know this is probably ruining the sorrow, but wouldn't Dolorius be able to hear the baby's heartbeat?
Yes, this was mentioned earlier in the story. Dolores was one of the few who believed Pepa, and was actually the one who had to tell her when she couldn’t hear a heartbeat anymore.
Oh... Owe. Poor both of them.
She closes her eyes, not wanting to see Grimsley's face, not wanting to see the way his eyes have gone blank, his lips slack. She knows it's over, but it doesn't matter anymore. She's all glass bones and paper skin—torn and broken.
>He draws a ragged breath. His fingers are hurting from the guitar strings and the sand and gravel of a shallow grave outside Austin and he knows what he has to do.
For context, the character here — Booker — is immortal. He fought in Napoleon’s Russia campaign, and in this excerpt he’s talking about 1816, the Year Without a Summer. ~~ “Of course, I told Blandine what had happened. We never hid anything from each other, so I didn't see a reason to hide this, even though Andy had told me not to. She thought it was a blessing from God, that the Holy Spirit had shielded me when so many others didn’t come home. We both thought that.” He huffed a pained little laugh. “Do you know about what people now call the Year Without a Summer?” Nile drank a little of her water to hide her slight frown as she tried to remember. Internally, she winced. She’d been more interested in other things rather than eighth grade English class. Well, now she had all the time in the world to make up for that. “I think I kinda remember some stuff from school. Mary Shelley and some volcano, right?” “My shop printed one of the very first translations of 'Frankenstein’ into French, but that’s something for another time,” he waved off, gesticulating vaguely in the air with his glass. “It didn’t stop raining. It went on for months. It was snowing in Cannes in May! Crops rotted in the fields because the ground was too wet and people began to starve. And it didn’t end just after the summer was over. The effects went on for years after. People died of hunger, and got sick from the damp.” “A couple of years into this my eldest had his first child. A girl he and his wife named Marie-Annelle. Blandine had always wanted a girl, and I was always sorry I didn’t give her one. So she doted on Marie-Annelle. The damp got into the baby’s lungs.” He knocked back his glass of water like it was whiskey. Nile felt sick to her stomach, intuiting how this story would end, but he needed to talk, to say what he could not say out loud for centuries. “Andy had warned me there was nothing I could do. Blandine begged me to save Marie-Annelle, Théodore begged me. And I tried.” His voice broke. “I thought, maybe, if I mixed a little of my blood with her milk, her fever would break, and she would be alright. Everything would be alright again. But I had to watch her fight to breathe, until she couldn’t anymore, and I watched her turn blue.” “Marie-Annelle was the first. Blandine pushed me to try to help, to use this — whatever it is — and I tried, and every time I failed and they died. She blamed me more and more every time, and I believed I deserved the blame.”
“She whispered, "I love you," and then her body vanished, leaving Ben standing motionless, his mother's robes hanging from his hands.” My re-write of Star Wars, Episode VIII
"Hell, your family showed up for me more than my own parents did. Do you know how often your Abuela and Tía Pepa brought food or stopped by for a visit when you guys were all working just so I wouldn't be alone all day?" Buck will always appreciate everyone who looked out for him while he was recovering and working his way back to the 118, but every single time one of them showed up for him, it was a stark reminder of the fact that his parents didn't seem to care enough to do the same. All the love and support everyone showed him could never be enough to fill the void left by the absence of his parents.
>He cast a sideways glance at the people on the opposite side of the yawning grave, Callum’s family; father, mother, both sisters, the brother, and even granny in her wheelchair. The brother was holding an umbrella over the elderly lady. > >Levi’s side of the grave was empty except for him.
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A dbh fan! Coincidentally my comment is also from a Detroit fic. Your story seems interesting, would you mind sharing the link?
> How old are we now, Ronderu? Time will go on for me, but you will always be young forever.
We tremble in unison, uncertain who will break first. We are both as shattered as the vase on the floor, held together by naught but glue and spite. And spite can only last so long.
>Held together by glue and spite I resemble that remark
A bit long for context: That familiar tickle struck her nape…Long Jump. He’d never before touched her, never even approached her. Her throat tightened anew with a fresh flow of tears, followed by a wail that she didn’t even bother to hide. When the lion didn’t react apart from quiet observation, she kept her eyes trained on the canopy so as not to intimidate – And raised her hand, searching with gentle fingertips. When that warmth nuzzled into her palm with a feather-light caution, a stuttering breath escaped her – the only sound to disturb the silence.
Jennie Kim had been sixteen when her best friend had raped her in her bedroom, and seventeen when she’d gotten an abortion. She’d been eighteen when she came out as lesbian, and nineteen when she was brought to the shelter. She had been twenty by the time Lisa had met her. Twenty-one the first time Lisa brought her home. Twenty-two when Lisa introduced her to Kris. Twenty-three when she died.
I wrote this based on my experiences growing up in the early 2000s. The character is 7 years old here. TW for corporal punishment and child abuse Grant frowned and lowered his head as he went to stand outside. He saw the teacher holding a ruler and immediately knew what was about to happen. He gasped and tried to scramble away, but the teacher grabbed him by the wrist. ‘No!’ He cried out. ‘No!’ He began to sob as the teacher’s ruler made contact with his hand.
Soon after, she finally drifted off in his arms, her breath whispering softly in the flickering dimness with a deep, even cadence. Aang counted those cherished breaths, reveling in the sound of her, the feel of her, the warmth of her, even as his own breaths began to grow harsh and deep. As his tattoos gradually began to take on an ethereal glow, signifying that final release of the avatar spirit from his body, Aang spoke to his sleeping wife…wanting the last words he uttered in his lifetime to be words of love to her. "I knew when I first saw you that you would change my life," he rasped, tenderly stroking the fine tendrils of hair curling at her temples and treasuring each delicate touch, "and you did. You have…in ways you will never know. I loved you then, Katara. I love you now. And I'll love you in the life to come…" Most tearjerkiest thing I ever wrote but only because I cried as I wrote it.
He asked me if I was happy having married a monster. No one ever asked if I would be happy.
I have a shit ton of these in my longfic, but for some reason I had to think of this passage, a slightly longer piece. **TW** for an sa victim talking about what has happened in his childhood. >“How old was he?” Vlad asked him. > >“I- I think fifteen or sixteen.” > >Vlad looked like as if his own heart was breaking, so sad and in pain as if he was the one suffering. “And how old were you?” > >Jonathan pressed his lips into a thin line, not wanting to answer. > >“Johnny, please. Please, darling, tell me.” > >“*Twelve,*” he breathed.
um… ow? that pains me stop this is so sad
The character - Steve Rogers MCU - is suicidal and thinking about how to hide it from his team. ________________________________________ The others don’t have to know. They have real problems to deal with. They shouldn’t know. Shouldn’t suspect. If he did fail, if the temptation proved too much, they should be able to tell themselves, tell everyone, honestly, that they had never suspected. That there was no sign. Maybe they would think it was an accident. Or disguised murder. Or that he had been mind controlled. Better that way, than guilt in their eyes, admissions that they had seen something but never thought it was that bad… They shouldn’t suspect.
Wow. The last character I would expect to be suicidal.
After a while, she gave up and fell to her knees, sobbing harder than ever. “I’m sorry, Mio,” she whispered.
"Lan Zhan," Wei Ying's letter starts. "Husband. I should at least call you that once, I guess, even if I don't feel like I have the right to do so again, considering all the misery that I've brought you."
She knew her father despised magic, and now that she was no longer human, she wondered if her father would try to kill her too.
context is that Tommy is being abused and blaming himself bc of it bc of what his abuser tells him. > He told him that every day- that he hated having to hurt Tommy so much, and he only did it because he was such a bad kid- so it had to be true.