#griefcore

Some time after December 24th, you finally find the enegy to open your late Husband’s phone. Most of the photos are ones you had took and sent him over the years— quiet, ordinary moments he saved without saying a word. You start saving them to a hard drive. Slowly. Carefully. Because going through it all has been a struggle in itself. This for now is the only way you know how to hold him again.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader (widow!reader)

Warnings. Major character death (Gojo Satoru), widow!reader, posthumous love, grief, bereavement, emotional distress, digital mourning, phone gallery archive, slow burn grief processing, bittersweet memories, heavy angst, melancholy tone, coping with loss, no comfort, empty house syndrome, post-Shinjuku timeline AU, devastating, soft domestic flashbacks

This piece is part of a companion series to my ongoing project, After All, I’m the Strongest — a layered narrative about love, loss, and the weight of memory in the wake of Satoru Gojo’s death. While the main series explores grief of soulmates through many lifetimes and galaxies, this archive dives into the quiet aftermath of this reality— the silence he left behind, and the photos you’re just now ready to see.

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📁 Photo Gallery 📁 Notes App 📁 Voice Memos 📁 Google Drive 📁 Group Chats 📁 Browser Tabs 📁 Calendar Reminders

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📌 Disclaimer: All phone images, screenshots, and media used in this series are sourced from Pinterest and are used purely for storytelling and entertainment purposes. I do not claim ownership of any of the visuals, and no copyright infringement is intended. Please don’t sue me — I’m just here to cry about a fictional man in peace.

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It’s for the ones who were too soft or too angry or too complicated to be someone’s chosen one. The ones who survived out of spite. The ones who built their own family from the ashes of what they lost.

There’s a reaper who doesn’t know how to grieve. A boy who ran away from home and never stopped running. A girl who loves too fiercely to say it out loud.

It’s messy. It’s haunted.

No one gets a clean arc. But they do get a chance.

If you’ve ever wanted a story where grief and queer identity are treated with tenderness instead of tragedy—where the people like us are allowed to be weird and broken and still worth loving—this might be for you.

Red meets blue is coming soon.

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Morningflower moodboard

Requested by: @wyverwithy

Themes: Grief, mornings

Song:

So apparently I’m “part of history” now.

The Gh0stN3t back catalogue just dropped as one monstrous playlist, and yep — my chaos is in there too. Every screech, every VHS kung-fu kick through Wonderland, every meltdown I pressed to tape and called a track.

That’s not just a label flex, that’s a digital séance. It’s the whole ghostnet signal pulsing like a bad neon sign that just won’t die.

Gh0stN3t was never about clean lines or tidy genres. It’s about static, distortion, grief turned into rhythm, joy turned into glitch. It’s about proving the weird kids were right all along. And now it’s archived. It’s out there. You can’t erase it.

I’m stoked, I’m proud, I’m screaming about it because this is exactly where my music belongs — buried with the other freak transmissions, glowing in the dark corners of the net.

a roleplay interest post — for bbc merlin (canon-divergent, grief-heavy, merthur-centric)

“It was never just destiny. It was devotion, and that’s worse.”

🩸 WHO I AM

i’m lory (23, she/her), an adv. lit / novella style writer drawn to the emotionally raw, myth-drenched, quietly devastating. i write slowburn, prose-heavy, trauma-aware plots steeped in psychological tension, internal conflict, and the kind of love that’s always a little bit cursed.

i write exclusively on discord, use tupperbox, and thrive with partners who are just as obsessed with co-creating as i am—OOC chatter, spiraling playlists, voice note headcanons at 2am. i love rapid fire replies when the mood strikes, but slow, steady suffering is welcome too.

🔞 18+ only. open to nsfw and dead dove themes (grief, legacy, betrayal, obsession, etc) with clear communication and narrative weight.

🐉 WHO I’M CRAVING

right now i’m possessed by the need to write arthur pendragon—before the fall, after the fall, in another life where he still ends up breaking his own heart. i want the version of him that never quite knew how to be loved, not properly. not by him. i want the guilt, the grandeur, the grief.

i’m looking for someone to write merlin (or a compelling OC) across any timeline, canon-divergent arc, or reincarnation concept. i’m open to POV swapping too if our styles click—i’ve written merlin before, and i adore exploring him through arthur’s fractured lens.

💔 preferred ship:

arthur + merlin (canon divergence, reincarnation, unspoken yearning, “i would’ve died for you” but he already did)

🕯️ TONE & THEMES I’M DRAWN TO

– canon divergence where arthur lives… and wishes he didn’t

– merlin telling the truth too late / arthur realizing it too early

– grief as devotion • destiny as punishment

– knights as ghosts • the crown as a cage

– “you served me. but you loved me first.”

– love that’s mistaken for loyalty until it’s too much

– the tragedy of everything unsaid

– reincarnation where only one of them remembers

– emotional repression • yearning • betrayal • the weight of magic

– “do you hate me for not seeing it?” / “do you hate me for loving you anyway?”

📍 PLOTS I’D LOVE TO WRITE

– canon divergence AU: arthur survives camlann. merlin confesses, and it ruins everything / saves nothing

– reincarnation AU: arthur doesn’t believe in destiny, but merlin looks at him like he remembers drowning

– modern day: arthur’s the politician or soldier; merlin is still magic, still waiting

– ghost AU: arthur haunts camelot. merlin stays anyway.

– war-torn high fantasy AU with echoes of canon: still the once and future king, still dying wrong

– enemies to lovers, but the betrayal already happened

– arranged marriage AU: arthur must marry for peace, but merlin was the only one who ever loved him freely

– post-canon: grief-tethered, legacy-haunted, they find each other in dreams and ruins

🪶 TROPES & DEVASTATION I LOVE

enemies to lovers • forbidden love • unspoken devotion • identity reveals • repressed magic • “it’s always been you” • forced proximity (on the run, on the throne, in exile) • “you died and i never got to say it” • the weight of a crown • duty vs desire • “you don’t get to come back” • the sword was a metaphor • haunted forests • shared destiny • “you called me friend but i meant something else” • “why didn’t you tell me?” / “would it have changed anything?” • betrayal as heartbreak • time doesn’t heal • memory as curse

⚠ CONTENT NOTES

✨ will write:

grief • trauma • emotional repression • betrayal • death • magic as burden • post-war grief • nsfw / dead dove with nuance

⛔ will not write:

underage smut • glorified abuse • noncon/dubcon without consent & weight • bigoted content of any kind

📬 YOU, MAYBE

if you want to write a love that stretches across lifetimes, that was doomed before it even began—if you want to rewrite the ending just to break it again—like this post, comment, or message me.

tell me who you write. tell me what they regret.

let’s build something that feels like a final prayer never spoken aloud.