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life is life-ing,, applying the softboots bandaid to my battle wounds.

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a valentine advice from perrito (and death!)

Help my sanity, please ;-;

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The way Puss is followed by two dogs and one teaches him to accept death and the other teaches him to appreciate life

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Hi. I don't usually do requests but I just can't help it. Okay so. Can you make a Immortal! Y/N x Death scenario where they spend their time on a flowery field and Muerte is helping Y/N make flower crowns for the both of them. OR! A scenario where they dance together (If you can add Team Friendship watching, that would be great lol).

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[My stupid ass has been calling it a boat when there's a difference between it and a ship. Mothefucker. I also weaved some plot into this, but I tried to make it as quick as possible so it wouldn't get in the way of what anon wanted.]

"I can't believe we're heading to Far Far Away!" She squealed, jumping on the tips of her toes as she looked over the horizon of the already moving ship. The kingdom was already in sight from where they were, blurred from the slight fog that had settled. She turns to Muerte, who had chuckled at the excitement sparkling in her eyes, walking beside her and leaning against the railings of the ship and eyeing the waves that crashed against the side. The scent of the sea lingered in the air, and there were seagulls squawking overhead as they flew.

"Do you miss it?"

"Huh?" She turns to him, brow arched.

"Far Far Away. You were born there, right?"

"Yeah? …Did I tell you that?" She tilts her head to the side, also leaning on the railings beside him. He answered her question with a nod and she let out a breath of a laugh, clearly not remembering when that had happened at all.

"Well damn, I open up quick, don't I?"

"You do," he grinned. She pokes her tongue out at him, and he flicks her nose in response. "It's a surprise you don't have a therapist yet."

"It's not like I can just go in there and tell them I have a hundred years worth of pain and sadness I need to talk about," she grumbled, rubbing her nose with the flat of her fingers. "Also, you could have worn the suit? It would've helped in not creeping other people out." She eyed the rest of the passengers weirdly looking at them from the corners of their eyes, either with worry or a bit of concern as they passed.

"You just want to see me in it," he nudged her side.

"Maybe I do," she teased back, resting her arms against the railings.

"Well it's for special occasions only."

"Ah, so every day you have with me isn't considered a special occasion?" She places a hand on her chest, a faux look of hurt crossing her face. "You wound me, Muerte."

Rolling his eyes, he playfully shoved her sideways, a gasp escaping her before she shoved him back as hard as she could possibly do, only succeeding in swaying him from where he stood. He laughed, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer to his side, feeling her melt into him in defeat.

---

"(Y/n)!" Perrito was the first to greet her, jumping from where he stood in excitement at the sight of them. They had agreed to meet somewhere in the woods (she thinks it was near some sort of swamp? She wasn’t sure, but she could smell the fresh mud from where they were.) But other than that, it was a beautiful place, the trees were tall and the leaves were thick, but not enough to cover the sunlight that made the place look even more alive. She could even see some sort of clearing near a river just behind the three.

"Perrito!" She ran past Muerte and towards the excited puppy awaiting her, letting him jump into her arms in a hug. She didn't stop there, however, also scooping the two cats up her arms, hearing let out groans of complaints as they were wrapped in a tight hug before finally succumbing to it.

"It's so nice to see you guys again," she grinned, carefully placing them down just as Muerte walked up to them.

Puss fixed his hat from his head, giving it a tilt as he grins up at her. "Well that's a welcome I could get used to,"

"Better than being scared the crap outta you, that's for sure." Kitty agreed, her gaze lifting up to Muerte who simply glared back at the cat.

(Y/n) looks up at Muerte with a curious brow arched, and he simply avoids her gaze as he crosses his arms over his chest with a huff, a simple hint of a smile on his lips.

"Old habits die hard," Muerte shrugged, though (Y/n) could tell he was more than amused at the way he had probably scared the crap out of Team Friendship from the amount of times he's visited.

"Oh! I prepared some food for all of us so we don't get hungry while we talk!" Perrito chimed in, turning around and walking to the clearing behind them. Kitty and Puss looked at one another with a shrug, then followed the puppy towards a cute picnic that he had apparently set up.

"I have sandwiches! Tuna fish, chicken, egg— you name it!"

"Thank you! " (Y/n) sits down on the grass accepting one sandwich that Perrito had handed her as Muerte goes and sits right beside her, feeling his leg bumping against her own as he settles down beside her, also curiously looking down at the picnic basket that would've been impossible for the Chihuahua to have brought all by himself.

To his surprise, Perrito also hands him a sandwich, and he takes it into his hands, watching (Y/n) peel the paper wrapper off her own before taking a bite.

"So why are you here instead of the usual creepy visit from Death?" Puss starts, earning a glare from the wolf just as he was about to take a bite off his own sandwich. (Y/n) had to cover her mouth as she snickered.

"I just wanted to visit Far Far Away after such a long time, also, I wanted to be here when we tell you the news."

Perrito gasped, "You're getting married?!"

"What?!" The two cats looked up at them with widened eyes, and even Muerte began to choke on his food, thumping his chest with the side of his fist as he coughed.

"No!" She retorts, letting Muerte lean into her as he regains himself. Kitty and Puss looked at her for answers, while Perrito let out a small 'aw' at the side but paid attention nonetheless. "It's about the thing we hired you for in the first place." She let her voice fall to a hush, even if she was sure that there was no one around for miles and miles on end. This was Far Far Away, after all, and any animal around could easily be a spy from any princess or even the Pied Piper himself.

"Oh, you mean the Fountain of Youth?" Puss chimed in, looking up at her and seeing the look of bewilderment in her face. Puss turns to Muerte, who lets out a sigh as (Y/n) turns to him in a silent question.

"What Fountain of Youth?" She asked, a hard gaze settled on the wolf. Kitty could sense the tension even right before Puss had spoken, grabbing onto Puss and Perrito’s wrist and tugging them away.

"We'll give you some space to talk," Kitty said, leading her boys away from the scene and back somewhere into the forest, she glanced at their disappearing form, Perrito giving a wave that eased the tension away just the slightest before she turned back to Muerte.

"Why are they looking for the Fountain of Youth?"

"They're not looking for it," Muerte starts, "The Fountain of Youth has long disappeared."

She stays silent, letting him explain what he needed to.

"That's one of the Fountain's specialties. It's like a living thing. It knows its magic can do more harm than good so it tries to find a way where no one could try and take a part of it."

The riddle echoes in her head. 'What you seek has once been sought, and when it has, the lines get crossed. So it seeks to find where others could not, to keep it safe and it's magic unfraught.'

"What does that have to do with me?"

Muerte looked into her eyes, then took a hold of her hand, letting his thumb trace against the back of her palm, eyeing the mark of The Fates' embedded to her skin.

"When the Fountain is found, it does its best to make sure it never does so again. So the only way it does that is to… change its form whenever someone manages to use its magic."

"It was the Fountain of Youth for over a millenia, which is why most people know of it as such. But it's also been the tree of immortality, the river of life, the elixir of immortality and so on. Constantly changing it's form and where it's located so no one would be able to use it because when they do—"

" —the lines get crossed, " she cuts him off, and he gives her hand a squeeze as he nodded his head. "You think I'm the new form of the Fountain?"

"'No one makes an immortal also indestructible, unless their blood is more than valuable." Muerte recites the last thing the Fates had said.

"But that doesn't make any sense? It's always been a tree or a fountain or something with water in them, right? Why would it think of being an actual human?" She tugs her hand away from his own, and pushing herself to her feet to pace, hear head stirring from all the information that she was taking in. "Also, I was born into this world, how do you explain that? How does the Fountain of Youth turn into a human that's been born by a human woman?"

"I don't know, " Muerte stands to his feet, calming her down by placing both his hands onto her shoulders and letting her look up at him. "And we might never actually know, seeing that we can't ask your mother. But it's what makes sense right now. The Fountain has always tried to make sure that any human would have difficulty in getting to it. And what's more difficult than trying to cut indestructible skin? " His hands trail down to her arms, tracing patterns against the soft flesh. "What's more difficult than killing a life just so you could prolong your own?"

"Not a lot of people would find that difficult, honestly," she sighed, leaning forward to rest her aching head against his chest, shutting her eyes in hopes it would help ease the pain, Muerte placing gentle pats on her head. "So if I'm the new form of the Fountain. What are you getting Team Friendship to do?"

She could hear Muerte snickering at the name, "If that is true, the only way to find out is to see if they can find Excalibur again. Jack Horner had used it, but there’s no doubt someone already found it and sold it for some quick gold. And if it's the only sword that can cut you… well, then we'll know. "

"Why would it be able to cut me?" She pulls apart from him and he takes her by the hand, leading her into a spot in the clearing he had spotted earlier with more flowers than usual, getting her to sit beside him in the grass as he continues.

"It was made to kill anything, and if I'm not mistaken, the reason why the Fountain of Youth had changed form to the river of life was because they had used some of its water in making the sword itself. It's mostly the reason why anyone who wields it is safe from death."

She processes that information, her fingers weaving through the petals of the flowers beneath them. Muerte watches her take the flowers in her hand, lightly plucking them, careful as to not bring too much damage to the stem when she does, placing some of them in her lap before beginning to weave them together.

Without thinking too much of it, he plucks some flowers off the ground too, handing it to her when the supply in her lap had run out.

"Are you alright?" He asks after a prolonged silence, and she sighed, not taking her eyes off the flowers she was weaving.

"Yeah," she breathes out. "It's just a lot of information to take in." She holds up the one she's managed to weave so far, it wasn't big enough to wrap around someone's head, and she turns to him, asking him to lean downward which he does so hesitantly, letting her measure how long she needed to make to be able to wrap it around his head.

"Are you really making me another flower crown?" He asks, still plucking out flowers for her when she asks for it.

"I'm making flower crowns for everyone," she grinned, "Then we can continue the picnic and actually get along with one another. "

Muerte huffs, rolling his eyes. He could see Team Friendship in the background, leaning against a tree and seeming to be watching them from afar.

He glanced down at the crown she was currently weaving, a grin tugging up his face.

"Don't you think it would be better if all of us were here? I mean, Team Friendship is right there, they could make their own flower crowns."

"That's a great idea!" She immediately hands him the unfinished flower crown, taking it into his hands carefully as she pushes herself up to her feet, brushing away the dirt on her legs before sprinting over to the three. He knew that Perrito would be the one to agree, and when that happens, Puss and Kitty wouldn't be able to say no to what the puppy wanted them to do.

And now he watches with amusement as (Y/n) drags the three towards where he sat.

She didn't even bother taking her previously started flower crown back, deciding on starting a new one so she could teach the three how to properly do it the way that Vida had taught her how to.

He followed in on her instructions sooner or later. It was better than doing nothing, after all. Besides, he wasn't just going to leave behind an unfinished flower crown.

It didn't take long before Puss and Kitty had finished making theirs, swapping with one another and even laughing as they realized that what they made were far too big and looped around their necks instead. Perrito had finished first and had his own sat directly at the top of his head, even faking an accent as he claimed to be the 'flower queen', Puss and Kitty curtseying before falling into fits of laughs and giggles.

(Y/n) turns away from the scene to Muerte, eyeing the still unfinished flower crown in his much too big hands.

"Here, let me help," she takes her hands into his own, helping him loop the stem around the other ones before plucking another flower up from the ground.

The sound of guitar strings being plucked made their heads turn to the right, seeing Puss sitting down from afar (Where he was sure Muerte couldn't grab him), playing a guitar in his arms, giving the both of them a knowing wink before continuing to play.

"Don't look at me like that," Puss huffed as Muerte glared daggers into him. "It was Perrito's idea!"

The wolf's glare only deepened, (Y/n) laughing in front of him as she continued to weave the flower crown he held.

"Ladies, please, let's just enjoy the music," Kitty shrugs, walking back to their group with the unfinished sandwiches in hand, handing them to (Y/n) and Muerte, leaning against (Y/n) before grinning up at her. "He knows how to hit someone in the head with that instrument as much as he knows how to play it."

The music abruptly stops, and the two laugh loudly at Puss' unamused glare. Muerte simply watches (Y/n) return to her focus on the crown, eventually taking it away from his own to securely tie it together. She lifts it up, and he lets out a slight huff, already knowing what she was going to do and ducking down to let her place it atop his head. It fit just enough for it not to squish his ears, and when he looked back down at her, she had placed her own on her head.

Puss was still playing the guitar in the background, sometimes humming out a melody as Perrito and Kitty swayed together, the puppy giggling whenever Kitty decided to playfully poke at his sides.

"They're a happy family, aren't they?" She mumbled under her breath, leaning her head against his shoulder as they watched the three from where they sat. "It's nice that they found each other, they're an unlikely bunch and yet here they are. Do you think they'll be sticking together until the end?"

Muerte chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist. "They made it this far, I doubt they'd think of losing one another now."

She melts into his warmth, not caring how Kitty and Perrito hooted at them to join them on the dance and even letting out a laugh as Puss tried so hard to hush the two.

"We'll stay here, thank you!" She yells back at Kitty.

"Okay, lovebirds!" The cat teased back, and she promptly rolled her eyes with a grin.

She could get used to this.

(Again, I'm making a lot of this shit up, so don't mind the Fountain of Youth changing forms or Excalibur being made differently from how it was actually done.)

Oooo I love your writing and I wanted to put in an ask, what about modern day reader and death watching clean TikTok’s? I’ve been obsessed with them and i just imagine both of them dead ass sitting on her bed watching some lady put way to many chemicals in her toilet, while reader says something along the lines of, “in my entire immortal life I have never seen someone use that many cleaning products”.

-orchrid anon

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Distractions

[Modern Days! Honestly a bit excited for this but also: MC has probably seen Team Friendship die and probably requested to be with them right before Muerte takes their souls (despite not liking seeing the people she’s close to die. It would be a development for her and Muerte definitely asked her more than once if she was sure). Plus, I don't know how many lives Kitty has left, but she probably has to watch Puss and Perrito pass away too if she still has, like, 4 or 5 lives left. Kitty is the last friend MC has to bury.]

They were supposed to be cleaning. Just like they do every weekend.

Instead, the both of them were now laying on their shared bed, (Y/n) with her phone in hand and scrolling through videos of people cleaning their houses instead. It was supposed to be a one minute break. But the next thing she knew, she was trapped scrolling through the videos. Muerte even tried dragging her out of it before eventually giving in.

“Fine, one more minute,” he had said, putting away the vacuum cleaner and settling down beside (Y/n) on the bed so he could watch her for one minute and then they’ll go right back to work.

Stupid new devices and their ability to take their attention so easily away from anything.

Even Muerte didn’t know what time or how long they’d been laying down on the bed, the vacuum cleaner and the rest of their chores forgotten as (Y/n) holds up her phone, watching some lady in a video dumping way too much chemicals in her toilet.

“I have never seen someone use so many cleaning products on one toilet,” she grumbled. “And I’ve lived a long time. Isn’t that toxic? Won’t she die from using that many products?”

Muerte shrugged, mildly amused. “I guess we’ll see.” He turns to the clock on the wall, letting out a sigh and patting (Y/n)’s side to catch her attention. “Now come on, we need to finish before the sun sets.”

“Yeah, yeah, just one more video, please?”

Muerte sighs. “Fine.”

---

It wasn’t just one more video.

“I bet I could chug that.”

“(Y/n),” Muerte warns, his eyes squinting at her at the joke as she laughs.

“It was a joke, querido,” She feels Muerte’s tight grip on her waist loosen a bit, shaking his head as he leans his head against her own, watching her continue to scroll through the cleaning videos.

Eventually it turned into those fridge restocking videos.

“We need to get one of those,” She hummed, watching the lady put dividers into her fridge.

“No we don’t.”

“Yes we do. I’m going to order it online.”

“Estrella.”

“Muerteee,”

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Eventually, Muerte had decided to just snatch the phone away from her, tucking it in the back of his pockets.

“There, now can we please, get started?” He had his hands on his hips, eyes glaring at (Y/n) who had her bottom lip jutted out in that cute pout of hers, her hair already a mess from laying down in bed far too long.

“Fine,” she huffed, rolling onto her back and lifting her arms up at him. “Pull me up?”

Muerte rolls his eyes, grabbing onto both of her hands, about to pull her up when he was tugged into bed instead. (Y/n) falling into fits of giggles as he grabs onto her waist and pulls her out of the bed when she tries to escape, throwing her over his shoulder and walking out the room with a victorious huff.

“We’re finishing this!”

PiB 2 scribbles

me when

I like the morning, I like you

Cool no one told me about Puss squeaking himself awake. Ok

Can I request Death with Life! Reader as a companion BUT, This life is different than the usual view of life being loving and gentle. People's phrasing of "Life is cruel" and Life is basically cold hearted and statue like faced, after all their job is to give a life not guide them through it. Every step they take on ground sprouts a new life forms but the moment they step away plants it starts to wither.

This is gonna be interesting to write but I’ll try my best!

Death with a life! Companion who is the version of “life is cruel”.

I decided to do in head cannon type story I hope your ok with that! It’s also gonna be a bit short as I don’t really know how to write this.

No mention of pronouns.

Yes you were the embodiment of life but you weren’t the “life is beautiful” type. You were the “life is cruel”.

You would give out a life to whatever new being was born and you could care less about them.

Anytime you walk anywhere besides your house you sprout new plants, however when you walk away from them they wither away faster then they sprouted.

Any time you saw a person complaining about how their life sucked you simply said”well my job is to give you life not hold your hand the whole time”.

Every time it makes people confused when you say that or something similar to that.

Death is a 50/50 with how you are, yes he always says that every living thing should value their life but he also gets where you coming from.

Sometimes when he comes back from collecting souls he tells you about people complaining about how it’s not their time and shit like that.

“My only job here is to give life and nothing else and your job is to end Their time”.

“It’s been out jobs for millions, and millions of years we can’t avoid our jobs”. You says once more.

He only sighs and sits down next to you in the chair beside you.

“Yes that is our jobs, but still they should learn to appreciate their lives”. Death adds in.

“They never will, very few living things have actually appreciated their lives”. You retort back at him.

“It’s not my fault when they constantly insult me why should I guide them and hold their hands”? You ask feeling a rage come up on you.

Death has accepted long ago that your gonna be like this till the end of time.

“Your never gonna change are you huh vida”? He sarcastically asks.

“No I will never change the way I think and go about how I think of them”.

Siblings 🐻✨

Request:

Can I request some death x life! Reader? She's the opposite of death and married to him? (Y/n) is a friend to Perrito as she would protect that pup and she was very happy that Perrito was able to find new friends. (Y/n) was the one who saved Perrito from getting drowned as she sees all life as her “children” and it pained to see Perrito nearly die.(Y/n) came across death in the last part of the movie as she was apologizing at Puss on her husband’s behalf.

I actually think this is a cute idea and I find the idea of y/n thinking of all life forms as her kids is amazing. Also it’s Kinda of gonna go along with y/n just being in the movie? Like she follows along by team friendship but they don’t know she’s there and just spy’s on them to make sure that perrito is in good hands.

Death with a wife who is the embodiment of life!

Fem! Reader she/her pronouns.

Warnings: a little bit of angst, spoilers to perrito’s past. Also it’s gonna be a bit long. And some fighting.

You had lived for over a million years, you graced the earth with life while your husband was the one to end the timer of their limited life. You both have done your jobs for all your immortal lives. You appreciated all life form on the earth and soon you thought of them as your own children.

You were walking down a river with a small smile at the beautiful landscape. You heard a noise not to far from you and your eyes widened rushing towards the noise. As you got closer you saw a sock and some movement. Reaching out for the sock you then saw a head of a puppy looking happy but also confused. “Hello”! The puppy piped, your eyes went wide. “You can talk”? You asked and he nodded. You soon came to realize that he chewed a hole in to the sock but there was a couple rocks still in the bottom.

“Here let me get that for you my child”. You said softly pulling the rocks out. He shook the water off his fur. Smiling softly you rubbed his head,”what happened to you, why are in a sock with rocks?” You asked the naïve puppy in your arms as you pet him. “I’m it all the time In hide and seek, my litter mates always tired putting me in dumpsters, crates, but I always found them”! He says and your eyes went wide realizing what he was going through. “Today they got creative and so they put me in a sock with rocks in it and threw me in the river”!

You swore you felt your heart ache at that. “Oh my, how could they do that”? You felt slightly angry at his owners for nearly killing an innocent puppy. “Oh well I gotta go thank you for helping me out of the river after all I’m still it”! He yells jumping from your lap and running off.

Upon arriving home you were greeted with your husband, “hello darling how was your day”? You asked him always interested in how his day was even after millions of years. “It was actually a slow day today, what about yours”? He asked your eyes slightly averted from his. “It was a little sad”. You stated and his eyes softened. “Oh how so”.? “I was walking Down the river and I saw a sock”. Your husband could only nod and his ears were slightly perked. “When I got closer to the sock I saw a head pop out and their big eyes staring into to mine”.

Death slowly rubbed a paw against your back in a way to still show he was still listening. “When I took them completely out of the water I saw that there were a few rocks in the bottom of the sock”. “Then when I asked him what happened to him and why he was in there he said it was a game of hide and seek”. Your husband saw some tears form in your eyes and he gently wiped them away. “At least you saved him from drowning right”? He told you with a gentle smile as he cupped your cheek. You smiled at that and took note that you would do anything for the puppy.

About a year later you had heard of the infamous puss in boots, and how he wasted his lives. One day you had heard you husband grumble at how he finally got to go after the cat who thought he was immortal. “Hey muerte does he not have 1 life left”? You stated as you folded some laundry. “Yes but mi vida he didn’t value any of them”. “True but I say let him live his life I mean since he’s on his last life he might just settle down”. You simply stated folding one of your shirts. “I figured I’d take it now so he doesn’t die of accidentally falling off a cliff”. You laughed at that. “He claimed to be immortal and I want him to know that he’s not, and cause I’ve been following him for years”.

You sighed at your husband’s words and put the folded laundry up. “Hey I’m gonna head into town do you need anything”? You asked while grabbing your cloak. “No I don’t think so”. He responded from the other room.

About an hour later after visiting the market for some stuff for dinner. As your walking back you her a noise from below you and you see what seems to be an orange cat running for his life. “Huh he looked like puss in boots”. You say to yourself.

A couple months later you see your own husband go to the dark forest and out of curiosity you followed. ‘Oh lord what is he gonna do now’. You mentally asked yourself. Stepping inside you saw colorful hills and some big blue flowers in the distance they seem to have caught your attention. Making your way over you saw two cats and one small dog. You felt as though you knew the dog. “What’s your story”? Kitty soft paws asked the dog. “My story? Oh it’s actually a funny story”. You listened silently wondering why he was so familiar. “Back when I was a pup me and my litter mates lived with a family”. “A family full of pranksters who liked to play hide and seek and I was always it”. Your eyes widened as you thought of how could you meet the puppy you saved, but then he continued. “Pick on the little guy am I right”? “They tried putting me in a packing crate, a dumpster, no matter how hard they tried I’d always find them”. You could feel the familiar heart ache creep up on you. “So one day they got creative and they put me in a sock with rocks in it and threw me in the river”. You saw how kitty’s and puss’s eyes widened. “I somehow started above the water cause I saw a very pretty lady pick me up and take the rocks out”.

You smiled and realized that this was the puppy you saved just the year before. You saw how happy he looked with puss and kitty. You felt relieved at the fact that he found some people who would also protect him. You spied on them more then your husband because you wanted to make sure they were ok. Puss threw his stick sword out after receiving the blade from kitty, but then peritto jumped out to grab the stick. “Perrito”! Puss yelled, you had a bad feeling about what was going to happen.

You watched as jack horner came out from the bushes and had Perrito in his hand. “Hand over the wish or we can see what the unicorn horn can do”. “Put him down little jack Horner”! You yelled jumping down from the hill you were recently watching them from. Landing behinds kitty and puss you glared at jack. “Put him down little jack”. He glared right back at you, “oh what are you gonna do about it”? He now pointed the horn to you, “if you don’t want the puppy getting hurt why don’t I hit you with it instead”? He offered to which you smiled cause I mean you literally the embodiment of life he could hurt you with a single horn.

“Shoot away little jack”. You said, shooting the horn at you easily dodged and went straight for perrito. As all hell broke lose of fighting over the wish you grabbed perrito and caught a glimpse at puss being visibly uncomfortable and when you looked behind him you saw none other then your husband. Puss ran off and perrito jumped out of your arms and ran after puss.

About two hours later you caught up with team friendship and the others on the wishing star. There you saw puss and your husband fighting. “I know I can never defeat you Lobo but I will never stop fighting for this life”. Puss said aiming at death. Death growled as he picked up his sickles and slowly walked closer towards puss. You ran to the fire wall and stood beside kitty and perrito. Puss still holding his sword up as the giant wolf lowered his face to puss’s he growled for then turned away angrily. Slashing his sickles against the star, “por qué diablos fui a jugar con comida”?! “Your ruining this for me”. Turning back to puss he put a sickle under puss, “I came here for an arrogant little legend who thought he was immortal”. Death then sighed, “but I don’t see him anymore”.

Spinning the sickles he put them back in his belt,”live your life puss in boots live it well”. He said walking to the barrier. He turned his head back one last time and simply asked “you know we will meet again right”? “Si hasta la muerte”. Puss responded back, turning back to the barrier a whistle came from death before he entered it.

The fire wall ceased, perrito ran over to puss. Puss have him a hug with a small chuckle, kitty and you started to walk closer. “You know when you said death was after you I thought you were just being melodramatic”. You laughed at that, “no my husband is straight death, just like I’m life”. You told them to which the three looked at you. “Your married to death”?! Puss exclaimed, “yes and I’m sorry for all the trouble he caused you my child”. You apologized to him and now he was even more confused, “why did you call me your child”? Puss asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Just like how my husband is the embodiment of death, I’m the opposite I’m the embodiment of life, and I think of all living beings as my children”. You stated while you petted parrito’s head. “I’m the lady that saved parrito that day in the river”. And perrito’s eyes widened. “Please take care of him, and don’t throw him into a river or else”. You said narrowing your eyes at both puss and kitty. They both nodded and smiled nervously. “Though I wish you appreciated all of your lives puss, please make sure you appreciate this one for as long until you have to meet my husband again”. You said while standing up and turning to the barrier.

“Si señorita vida”. Puss responded hugging perrito again. “Bye miss life thank you for getting me out of the river”! Perrito yelled as you walked closer to the barrier. “No problem my child”! You yelled back as you entered the colorful wall.

Sorry This took longer then I wanted and if there is any bad Spanish translation please tell me. I actually liked writing this one. It’s actually my longest fic yet. 

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— THE ANIMATION AND ARTSTYLE USED FOR THE VISUALS

The amazing use of both 2D and 3D elements mixes perfectly with the animation and the art style and it really reminds me of the animation of Into the Spider-Verse. Everything’s an eye candy and wallpaper-worthy. The vibrant colors and the lighting?? The visuals and the background art, they're just so GORGEOUS! Like you can see those little paint brush strokes on some parts of the film. You know the movie’s gonna be good when they apply this kind of style. This movie is an absolute masterpiece. *chef’s kiss*

— THE WORLD BUILDING

OKAAAAY I WILL NEVER GET OVER WITH THE WORLD BUILDING ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY WENT TO THE DARK FOREST— it’s just so hilarious when Puss and Kitty got depressing and dangerous path/terrains while Perrito got the easiest path because he’s a carefree and cheerful pure-hearted therapy dog who sees the positivity in life (despite his sad “funny story” like he said) and it really shows that whoever possesses the Star Map judges the character of those who holds it.

— CHARACTER DESIGN

Can we talk about Goldilocks’ character design? I really, really love how they designed her— like every details of her design reflects the way she got raised by her bear family. You see those mismatched earrings? They resemble Mama Bears different earrings. Her necklaces? Baby Bear also got a chain necklace. And the faint scar she got on her left eyebrow later on? Now it resembles Papa Bear’s scar on his left eye. Okay I love this her golden blonde hair so much. It really fits her name ESPECIALLY her two huge buns resemble like bear ears! Her outfit got dirtied in the dark forest making it look brown, like her family's brown fur plus she got those little fangs omg. She's so cute but she can also kill you. TvT

Jack Horner, okay this chaotic huge man got pink hair and chubby cheeks. He’s got the perks alright? Hear me out, his pink tie resembles an icing piping cream pastry and he got those small printed pies on his purple vest. He BIG.

And finally, this big bad lobo himself and his name is DEATH, like literally. He’s the Grim Reaper of Shrek Universe. His design freaking SLAPS! Oh man, this brooding wolf deadass got the hardest drip for me ngl. The black poncho fits him perfectly for a grim reaper like him. The fact that his eyes always stand out making him look even more intimidating and menacing. We all know that the universal look of Grim Reaper is a skeleton in a long black cloak with his scythe while DreamWorks made Death as a wolf with his signature dual-sickles (likely as a reference for Grim Reaper’s Scythe), for me it’s an interesting detail because his main target was Puss in Boots coming to punish him for recklessly wasting away his past eight lives mainly because he’s a cat, and wolves are known for being a natural predator. Not to mention, he was always there whenever Puss dies. He was so patient enough to finally get to his prey. Another interesting detail of him is the dark part of his fur in his face, donning a skull-like shape because he’s literally the Grim Reaper. Overall, he’s 12/10 for me and my most favorite antagonist so far.

— THE LESSONS BEHIND PUSS IN BOOTS: THE LAST WISH

Sometimes whenever we wish for something that we want, we didn’t realize that thing we were wishing for was already there all along.

Puss himself already learnt his lesson to value his remaining ninth life at the end of the movie because every ounce of moment in our lives are precious and we need to appreciate them fully. We will never know when our time comes. As Perrito said to Puss, having one life in enough.

Sacrificing your personal needs to save someone you truly love and care about. Like how Goldilocks ditched the Wishing Map when she was one way of granting her wish and instead, she helped saving Baby from disappearing to the Star Wall.

...and they lived happily ever after.

It's sad to see you won't be posting for a while, but it's understandable. Then I will take advantage of:

What if the reader being invited to a dance (whether it's a wedding, in town, or even far, far away) and have a ballad with death?

¿Please?

BTW: I llove how you write, I'm your fan

There Was an Attempt:

Valentines

[Hope you guys don’t mind but I’ll be starting with the requests that aren't in the modern times first so it wouldn’t be confusing to read, and then I’ll get right on with the modern ones (so there’s some semblance of a timeline). I also didn’t know if you mean the slow and romantic song that you dance to, but that’s what I went with. Y'all can also consider this as an early Valentine’s Day gift from moi]

There was something in the air today. From the moment she woke up, she swore she could hear the happiness and the overall vibrancy of the outside world, tired eyes squinting out the window to see the many decorations the people had put up, the red and pink themes, the hearts, the—

Oh. She thought, looking up at the calendar right above her bedside. Valentine's Day.

Right, she huffed, pushing herself up and only cringing at the pain that wracked through her head. After all that rest, her head still throbbed just as it did the first time The Fates had returned her, a grumble leaving her lips as she rubs at her temples. The pain in her brain was proof enough that she wouldn’t want to be messing with the rest of Muerte’s brothers and sisters ever again, except for Vida, of course, bless her kindness. There was also the mark on the back of her palm, indicating the exchange that she had made and that she owes each one of the Fates a favor.

Standing to her feet, she headed down to the kitchen to fix herself up a quick breakfast. She wondered if she was going to head to the pub today, she’d already closed it down yesterday because of their visit to the Fates, though it would be highly likely that most of the people in town would be too busy preparing for the festival later tonight.

Making herself a quick cup of coffee, she takes a seat on the table, waiting for the water to boil and letting her cheek rest against the cool surface of the table, a breath escaping her.

“Still dizzy?”

Her entire body jerked upwards so fast she would have jumped off the seat had it not been for his hand on her shoulder, feeling his laugh against his chest as she leans back into him in ease, his lips pressing gently on her cheek as his hands kneaded lightly at her shoulders.

“Lo siento, mi Estrella,” He hummed before taking a seat on the empty chair beside her. “What are you up to today?”

“Nothing much,” she gives a tired smile. “Can’t open the pub today since people would be busy the entire day.”

Muerte nods, “Are you going?”

“Of course I am,” she grinned, pushing herself to her feet to turn off the stove, silencing the whistling kettle and pouring its contents into her mug. “Do you want a drink? Coffee? Tea?”

“Tea would be nice,” he replied, and she was quick to grab another mug from her cupboards, fixing his drink up quick before handing it over to him, placing the sugar and milk containers in the middle of the table in case he needed it. He takes a quick sip of his drink, letting her lean against him as she pulls her knees closer to her chest.

“So about your ‘idea’...”

“I already told el gato, and his friends.”

“Damn, I wanted to come with.” She grumbled under her breath, and he chuckled.

“Maybe next time,” he hummed, “But we’ll be taking a boat.”

“How romantic,” she fake swooned, placing a hand on her chest and batting her eyelashes up at him. “Imagine dancing on a boat.”

“Why bother imagining it?” He grins, tilting his head to the side. “There’s a dance tonight, isn’t there? It's not on a boat but you get what I mean.”

Her eyes widened, mouth parting to reply but she couldn’t find the words to confirm it. “I— I was kidding, I don’t want to dance in front of that many people!”

A hand finds its way on top of her knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he leans forward to give her a peck on the forehead. “You’ll be great.”

She grabs onto his shoulders, basically pleading up at him. “Please, don’t.”

He gently pries her hands away, pressing a kiss on her knuckles. “Meet me tonight at the center of the town, right before the dance, all right?”

“Muerte,” she repeats his name in a warning tone, and he simply laughs, standing up to his full height. “You’re not going to listen to me, are you?”

“Hmm, no,” he teased, slowly backing up to the front door with a shrug.“Besides, it’s my turn to take you out on a festival date.”

He didn’t even let her get the chance to argue, already out the door and gone by the time she had opened it, being met with a slightly empty street with people looking at her weirdly with the way she had forcefully opened the door.

Giving them an awkward grin, she slithers back to the confines of her home, shutting the door and pressing her back against it with an exhausted sigh.

“Well, there goes my plan to lay down for the rest of the day.”

---

It was a few hours before the dance, and the middle of the town was beautifully decorated with red and pink hearts and roses, all being casted by a warm glow of the fairy lights that hung over their heads. The fountain in the middle was even filled with rose petals, lovers of different ages sat down on the side and embracing the loves of their life. Some people weren’t even with their lovers, some of them were just with their family members or friends, enjoying the festival and enjoying the food stalls set out on the sides. This was a festival everyone is supposed to enjoy, after all, and what better way than to celebrate it by celebrating all kinds of love whether it be familial, platonic, or romantic.

“Señorita (Y/n)?” A familiar voice calls her name through the noise of the music and the crowd, turning her head to the left to see a familiar brown haired boy approaching her, carrying a basket full of pink and red letters in hand.

“Corin?” She gasps, her heart almost falling to her stomach at the sight of him. “Oh stars— you’ve recovered!” She would’ve run over to him and given him a tight hug, but she didn’t want to overreact or get the kid to be weirded out by her too much.

“Yeah! Just yesterday, actually. Papa said that I still shouldn’t be walking around by today, but I wanted to stretch my legs.” He made a show of shaking his legs a bit as he said that, making her let out a laugh at his antics.

“Well, don’t overwork yourself, you’re still recovering after all.” She lets her gaze fall to the basket. “Are those the mystery letters?”

“Yep!” He dipped a hand in the the basket, showing one to her with a mischievous grin, leaning slightly towards her and lowering his voice in a low whisper. “Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve basically read every single one here. I think I might have decreased my lifespan by a few years trying to forget them.”

“Have you tried not snooping in anyone’s business?” She places her hands on her hips.

“I would, but where’s the fun in that?” He grinned, then seemed to remember something and dipped his hand yet again in the basket, scrounging through the letters before finally popping a red one out. “This one's for you!” He winked. “Some guy dropped that off earlier.”

“Did you read it?” She takes it into her hands in suspicion.

“Nooo,” Corin wasn’t even trying to hide the truth. She gives him a warning glare, pulling apart the top of the letter as the boy gives a wide grin. “Alright, I did.”

Taking the paper out of the envelope, she reads its contents, the tenseness easing off her shoulders at the familiar handwriting.

Mi Estrella,

I know I said to come to the town center, but I thought about what you said and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by having you do something you don’t want to do. So instead, I want you to meet me up the hill, the one where you first drew me.

I know, I know, I can hear you complaining how you already walked to the town square, pero confía en mí. It’ll be worth the walk, I promise. I know you won't be able to resist me anyway.

Yours, M.

She snickered at the familiar words written below, and the mysterious sign off name. He probably knew Corin was reading them and didn’t want the kid to snoop anymore than he already was. When she tucks the letter in her pocket, the boy was grinning teasingly up at her, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

“Stop that,” she huffed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head as Corin laughed.

“Alrighty then, señorita!” He turned, the teasing look still on his face as he waved a hand, “Have a great night!”

“I will!”

“Not too great though! Wear protection!”

She gaped at Corin just as he winked and pointed at her with finger guns before disappearing in the crowd, some of the people giggling at their interaction. The need to shrink into her clothes and disappear grew, a hand coming up to calm the raging heat on her cheeks. That kid is a menace, she thought, turning around and heading to the cliff, curious as to what would await her there.

---

Her breath was caught in her throat.

Standing before her, Muerte stood rolling up the sleeves of the white button up he wore, averting from her gaze as he fixed up his new getup and even unbuttoning the first one at the top, finding it hugging his neck much tighter than he wanted it to.

“So?” He grinned. “Is it worth the walk?”

The place had also been beautifully decorated, the tree was filled with beautiful purple, pink and blue flowers, the place being lit up by fireflies that she didn’t even know how he managed to get to stay still.

“Vida helped,” Muerte added. That would explain the amount of flowers and fireflies that seemed to stay in their place. “I almost got an earful when she heard that I was going to do this wearing my poncho, so—”

“— that would explain the suit?” She grinned, walking towards him with her arms crossed on top of her chest.

He chuckled. “Yes,” He held out an arm for her to take, “But you haven’t answered me yet.”

She reaches up to his collar, bringing him down to her height so she could press her lips against his own, his hands immediately finding their way on her hips and pulling her closer, a low hum pushing from his chest.

Pulling away, she wraps her arms around his neck. “Does that count as an answer?”

“More than you know,” he hummed, then pulled her closer in his arms, a light laugh escaping her lips as they lightly stumbled at their feet. “Now I believe I’m owed a dance?”

“But there’s no music?” She looked up at him, amused as he held her, a hand on the small of her back, keeping her close and pressed against him while the other cradled her hand beside them.

“Do you really think I’d be unprepared?” He grinned, and as if their cue was heard, a beautiful melody began to play from out of nowhere, her brows twitching upward, head turning to look at their surroundings but all she could see was darkness beyond the fireflies that circled them, her heart steadily pounding against her chest.

“Eyes on me,” his voice broke through her panicking thoughts, and her eyes met his own, calm and gentle under the warm lights, his hand squeezing his own in reassurance. “No one’s here but us.”

“But the music—”

He hushed, his hand momentarily letting go of hers to press a finger on top of his lips.

“There’s no one here but us, all right?”

His hand weaved against her own once again, swaying with her to the slow beat of the song.

“No one but us?” She parroted, a small smile tugging up her lips. A soft chuckle escapes him.

“No one but us.”

He twirls her and pulls her back in, her back pressing against his chest, giggling under her breath as she sways slightly in his arms.

“See? You’re a natural,” He spoke, and she had to tilt her head back to grin up at him.

“Only ‘cause you’re leading.”

“Am I?” He teased, letting her pull away to resume their previous position, his hand on her back and holding her hand beside them. “You’re doing wonderful.”

“Thanks,” she smiles up at him, then briefly shifting her gaze downwards to watch their steps. “I’ve never… you know… danced with anyone before.”

“Really? I can’t tell.” He chuckled, and she rolled her eyes playfully at him. “Seriously, you’re doing great.”

“I’ve watched people do it before.”

“Ew.”

She gasped, playfully hitting him in the chest with her mouth gaped in disbelief. “Not like that!”

He laughed, the sound almost echoing in the darkness as he tilted his head backwards, (Y/n) covering her flushed face with a hand while the other kept busy squeezing at his shoulder in annoyance and yet still managing to sway with the beat.

“You’re unbelievable,” She sighed, running her hand down her exasperated face before placing it back on his shoulder, scrunching her face up at him as he winked.

“What are you gonna do? Pin me on the wall?”

The words echoed back at her, familiar and one that she knew all too well. “You can’t just use my words against me, that’s unoriginal.”

“Sue me.”

“Maybe I will,” she poked a tongue out at him. It was nice. The silence. The music. Being alone and dancing with him under the white light of the yellow moon. Placing her head against his chest, he sighs, placing his hand much higher up her back and feeling him rub calming circles there.

“I like this,” she hummed. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she could hear his voice rumbling from within his chest. “Are you tired?”

“No,” she hummed. “Just wondering how you manage to squeeze your time in for me or for doing stuff like this.”

“Time doesn’t affect me much,” there was a shift in the air, and Muerte cursed under his breath. In worry, she pulls away lightly, looking up at him with her brows creased. He looks back down at her apologetically. “I was kidding.” He seemed to glare at the sky as he spoke, and she wondered for a brief moment if Father Time could see the both of them like this, and her thoughts traveled back to the music that echoed around them.

Surprisingly, she doesn’t panic. She doesn’t feel the sudden racing of her heart at the thought of someone watching them. Because right now, there was no one in here but them, and that’s what mattered.

Her eyes shifted away from the darkness that surrounded them, then back up at Muerte who looked down at her expectantly. She smiled, pressing her ears against his chest and once again letting herself get comfortable in his arms.

He chuckled.

They let themselves bask in the silence, not worrying to much if an hour, two, or three, had passed, just keeping one another in their arms.

When (Y/n) opened her eyes, she noticed something she hadn’t really talked much about before, but she found herself smiling at it nonetheless.

“Do you constantly replace it or is it still the same one?” She asked, breaking the silence, Muerte hummed in confusion, and she momentarily pulled away to brush at the lilac flower on his left breast pocket.

“Oh,” He chuckled, “It’s the same one. After that day, Vida did some of her magic on it and, well, it’s an eternal lilac now.”

“Really?” She looked at it in disbelief, then looking up at him with her brows raised. “So… you’ve been wearing the same lilac the entire time?”

“I did promise to make sure that it doesn’t fall off.”

“Damn,” she huffed. “I should’ve stuck with making you wear that flower crown instead.”

“Don’t push it,” He rolls his eyes. She laughed, nodding her head and placing it back on his chest, wrapping her arms around his torso. “Do you want to go home?”

“No,” she replied. “Do you?”

“No.”

“Then let’s stay here,” she sighed. “For a while.”

“Okay,” he pressed a kiss against the top of her head, pulling her closer to him as they swayed away in the night. Until the both of them were exhausted and rested against the trunk of the tree, looking at the stars above and leaning against each other until the other fell asleep.

Nah cause. Death having a phone is basically mothers having a phone. He deadass would stare at the said device like mothers do.

HE WOULD HELP I GOTAA WRITE A SMALL ONESHOT OF THIS IN FACT IM GONNA WRITE THIS JUST FOR YOU CAUSE I NEALY SPAT OUT MY DRINK.

They/ them pronouns small part of my previous death post to those who might see this one first.

“How the hell does that small box work”? The grey wolf asked sitting next to you as you just hung up on your friend from having a small conversation about their partner.

“Oh my phone, I actually don’t know how but it’s easier to communicate then traveling miles for a month to the next state over to tell your friend about the new pair of pants you got”. He chucked at the memory from even when you were born of the many people traveling in the 1800 to deliver a message.

“Well that’s true, but it still makes me wonder about how mortals come up with stuff like this”. You paused and you started to think about it also. “It does, hey why don’t I get you a phone”? You offered. He took a minute to think about it. “Please I’ll help you figure it out”. You said your eyes filling with a bit of excitement of how you could mess with him.

“Alright”. He replied and you smiled at him and simply got up from your couch and grabbed your wallet. “Where are you going”? He asked an eyebrow raised. “To the store to get you a phone I’ll be back in about 30 minutes”. You responded heading out the door. He simply watched as your car drove off. “Aye mortals are so interesting”. He muttered to him self while reaching for the remote. He knew how to work the tv. He’s chose a random channel and waited for you to return.

After what felt like an hour you pulled up into your driveway. As soon as he heard the door shut from your car he was standing near the door. “Sorry that took longer then expected traffic was annoying”. You stated putting your wallet down, he saw the plastic bag hanging from your forearm. “Oh here hold this while I got to the bathroom”. You gave him the bag and ran to your bathroom.

He took the bag and opened it, inside there was a phone, perfume, and a small dog plush. “Why do they need this is they have me”? He slightly grumbled at the dog. Walking back out of the bathroom you grabbed the phone and in wrapped it. You turned it on did all the stuff set him up an apple/ google account.

“Now let me show you the basics”. You showed him the general stuff of how to use the camera, the phone, messages, etc. “now you try take a photo of the plushie”. You said holding the small dog plush up.

He tried to take a photo only for him not to realize that the camera was pointing to him and he took a photo of his face instead. “Send that to me later”. “Mi Amor how do you send photos”? You sigh and help him out with sending you pictures. It’s gonna be a long night.

Sorry it’s not really focused on the main idea I got carried away in the first part forgive me.

GUYS GUYS GUYS HEAR ME OUT

what if Death’s eyes (which are red) glow in the dark and can be used as a laser pointer and then Puss and Kitty just end up running after the light while Death stares at them????

…I think Imma go sleep

Regarding Death Wolf...

Hear me out (NO, it's not the kind you are thinking)

We know Death has a job, right? To collect souls and most likely release them to the afterlife.

And for this job, he has to be there when somebody is about to die, as demostrated with him being there moments before Puss' eight death.

Supposing he is THE Death and he has been doing this since the beginning of time (or at least when there were enough stories of the Grim Reaper to adquire a physical form) that means he has seen a lot, A LOT of awful things.

Murders, suicides, massacres, death of infants, people who didn't deserve to die alone, animal cruelty, some other heavy stuff I won't mention here, etc etc etc.

And we thought "man, how is he able to cope with all of that? That job has to be utter torture for someone."

Probably many of you could think that he is able to do that because he is Death, and he was "born" with that purpose and only him can reap souls perfectly.

But while he is a force of nature, he also WAS a force of nature. Let me explain it well: He adquired a personality enough to be angry, excited, frustrated, amazed, happy, among other emotions.

While he has supernatural power and is most likely the most powerful being in the Shrek Franchise (or in Dreamworks as many say) he is also a PERSON.

Someone with a code of honor, morals, opinions, beliefs, etc.

Returning to the question "How can he bear all of that?" taking into account he is no longer an inevitable force, but a character of his own.

The answer is something you may relate to, and that is: Creativity and escapism.

To be the embodiment of Death, the guy is a very creative fella.

First of all, his design. I heard many people saying here and in Twitter that his design is something they would come up in their edgy, teen years of drawing their first fursona.

Guess what? They are right, the wolf form is someone's fursona. It's DEATH'S fursona. He clearly came up with this badass, piercing canine form to blend with the Fairy Tale Land assuming the form of the "Big Bad Wolf". He most likely had other forms he designed over the centuries and was able to present as them like if he were on a role play game in the living world.

His sickles? The weapon of choice with the little crossed cats on it to have a bigger effect of terror for Puss? Those who can become knuckles and join to create a scythe? Those are his creation, probably after thinking it for a while and writing all of those functions on a paper.

The way he presents himself? In the bar? The coins in his eyes as a "watching you" sign while being a cool reference to the Ferryman of souls? He transforming Perrito's forest into the background of a skull? The chilling reveal at the Cave of Lost Souls? The fire ring? It was all him.

As for the escapism part...

When the world becomes too heavy to deal with as real life issues tend to make us feel bad, depressed, angry... we tend to escape it somewhere. And in our time the common place would be the internet as in webpages or comics, stories, etc.

But what has to do with Death Wolf you may ask?

Well, while he would NEVER be able to escape his job entirely, he can have moments where he can enjoy a good hunt of people who don't appreciate life, like the whole plot of the Puss in Boots sequel could demostrate.

He managed to have a little time outside his eternal routine to chase an arrogant cat who took life for granted. He enjoyed it, it was thrilling, it was exciting.

It was a way to escape a monotonous, grim "life", if just for a short moment.

So, when the chase ended as his prey no longer feared him and now was ready to fight for his last life, the wolf retreats, happy for Puss' character development but resigned because he once again had to return to "The Eternal Duty"

And that's not even counting all the times Jack "I'm dead inside" Horner had to interrupt Lobo's hunt and remind him of his job even in his "spare time"

Death knew the chase had to end eventually, but he didn't want it to end.

He didn't want to return to his own world

And if we look at Death like that, then he is probably one of the most relatable characters Dreamworks has ever make.

In the Shrek Franchise:

Monsters can be loved

Princesses don't have to fit the perfect standards of beauty

Handsome guys can be possesive jerks

Love at first sight doesn't work like one would think

Happily ever afters had to be built and not just obtain them with magic

And Death is the most creative and "full of life" being in the world

Because he would absolutely go crazy with his life/work if he wasn't.

Because in a world of Kings, Poets and Soldiers, he's the Supreme King

And he's also a perky goth but NONE of you are ready for that conversation.

So i decided to elaborate on that death asmr idea.....maybe make him tell some..."bedtime stories"? But with a death kind of catch

Like "bluebeard" seems like the kind of story he'd tell....

(Also not helping that he probably was there and saw the whole thing, smack dab in the front seat)

i’m death , straight up ⚰️🗡️

puss’ deaths told by dumb memes

Death in a wrap

Death burrito (that sounds more menacing than it is 😅)

if he keeps lookin' at me like that he's getting SMOOCHED 😤

asagiri confirming that chuuya canonically respects women and would be the best bf is so sweet. i love this man 🥹🥹