𝕸𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ──── is sorry to announce that you , XXX , will die on november XX th due to an unknown cause. sadly, we cannot change your outcome, but you can live your life to the fullest. 

life has its ups and downs, whether it be a child's first time riding her bike or a teenage boy failing to get into his dream college. unfortunately, humanity has always met the fate of death as a down. the current caller is here to inform you that despite how such a tale could be a down in your life, you can still experience the last few joyous days. 

first, we need to confirm that you have your obitus app downloaded in a device or a physical copy of your identification within the app. once you take it, there will be a barcode for your own identification. with it, you can show people that you are a registered soul, aka a person designated of their upcoming death date. now, you can check how far you are from your death date, what stores nearby offer events for you to experience, and whatever else you wish to enjoy.

on the obitus website ( www.obitus-ML.com ) you will find that you can customize your own funeral! whether you wish to be cremated, buried, have a specific gravestone engraving, it is all up to you. we want your death to be to your preference. if you wish to have a special someone attending your funeral, we can definitely connect them to the scene either virtually or in person.

all of the shops within your area will now give you a 80% discount if the shop scans your barcode during your last week of life. you may even get free merch from certain businesses! 

there will be free events for you during your last week of life, perhaps a skydiving event or a pool party. all you have to do is check your event venue on your obitus app and see which are available. there are almost always at least 2 events open at every time of the days wherever you are! how wonderful, is it not? 

if you wish to interact with a new person and create genuine connections during your last few moments, you can join the soul-connecting app, corsagitta, where you can meet either other fellow souls to enjoy your time with or a non-soul simply for empathy. you can make your own profile, adjust your settings, and see who would match with you for the day. how cute. it's a mini-dating app, haha! 

there is also a death capsule in which you can visit on your death date to have a painless death!

REMINDER :: you cannot change your fate. 

we do not wish for you to die in an unfortunate accident where pain is involved, so please, accept your death in a painless manner as you as destined to. do not try to cheat the system. we all know what happened last time. 

oh! and XXX , on behalf of everyone here at mortem letter, we are so sorry to lose you. live this time to your fullest, okay? 

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𝘼𝙌𝙐𝘼 𝙍𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙍𝘿𝙀𝙉 is turning 27 on november 20th, 2024. after their parents died in a tragic accident, their older brothers were in charge of the house. soon, they lost their younger sister, cassandra. they instituted a successful business of little merch such as mugs and pottery all by themselves. the business was named cassie the cardinal. 

their life finally had an up. they were rich and wealthy. they finally had the life they wanted. maybe they shouldn't have woken up from their nap that morning. maybe they should've ignored that damned phone ringing with deafening buzzes against the table. maybe they should've just stayed still in their bed forever so fate could pity them. but no. 

" aqua riverden? mortem letter is sorry to announce that you , aqua , will die on november 20 th due to an unknown cause. sadly, we cannot change your fate, outcome, but you can live your life to the fullest. " 

aqua's phone crashed against the marble grounds as they screamed. they weren't even 27 yet. they still had so much to continue. they had to continue. how could cassie the cardinal continue without them? they had no partner, no heir, no one to talk to. 

they kneeled on the glorious carpet, vintage and beautiful, shaped specifically to their liking. they slowly lifted their gaze, a bright red cardinal painting glaring back to them as if they had committed a sin. a pitiful human being of sin. disgusting, they labeled themselves. 

they slowly picked up their damaged phone, their shaky finger hovering over the app, corsagitta. if they were going to die, at least have someone to leave the company to. 

🪦

𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄 never liked his life. his body never felt like his, his twin sisters were gone, his voice was hoarse, and he was constantly trapped in the routines of hatred. he wanted to free himself. he wished he was free. yet he was always going to be alive. because he never got a call from mortem letter. 

adrien hated how mortem letter called everyone but him. his twin sisters both got a call on the same day, the day they were coming back from college. his ex-boyfriend tainted his skin and yet still got a call, dying mercilessly in front of him. everything he knew in his life was colored black and red. he despised the stench of iron by now, though he was used to it. 

he woke up and stared at the app. corsagitta. he had nothing to do anyways. it was november.

he slowly stood up and opened up his phone, the cigarette between his lips barely dangling with a carriage of smoke as he huffed, long, slender fingers typing through the phone. he admired the red notification number that flashed over 57 on his app. he had so much souls to contact and for what reason? such cruelty to say that it was simply due to his boredom. 

he met multiple souls and saw all of their deaths. one of the older men got killed during a motor boat incident during his daughter's birthday party. another girl hung herself from the ceiling after a heavy crash out during a call with adrien. another time, a young boy he did facetime with got choked to death by his own mother. one after another, he watched deaths as if he was the grim reaper himself. 

today was no different. he opened corsagitta and opened the most recent message. 

⚰️

𝚅𝙰𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙳𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚃 didn't expect his life to end somewhat like this. well, he expected it, just not this early. he didn't want to die. he always knew he was going to die, but not during the middle of his tutoring session with an elementary school kid. he was only 22. his father was still alive and everyone around him loved him so dearly. and here he was, picking up the phone as he  headed to the corner of the kitchen, tilting his head at the unfamiliar number. 

he shouldn't have responded to that strange number. he should've just kept on teaching and moved on with it. but no, destiny always found her way to intertwine human beings with their last breath. they always had to live in some type of fear that they were going to die in an unseen future due to a reason they can't even explain. 

" valentine de bousquet. mortem letter is sorry to announce that you , valentine , will die on november 22 th due to an unknown cause. sadly, we cannot change your fate, outcome, but you can live your life to the fullest. " 

the caller's voice was sweet like sugar and it would've made him smile if the call was for any other reason. he listened to the woman ramble on so cheerfully. as the call ended, the kid he was tutoring yelled for his name, wondering when he was returning. valentine could only remember grabbing his bag frantically and running back home. 

perhaps his father would know. his father knew everything. his father was the judge of society and he would tell valentine why he had to die and what sin he had committed. he kneeled by the front porch of his home, teary blinding his eyesight. his phone fell out of his pocket and the app suddenly flashed. corsagitta. his breath hitched. it was certainly some sort of mockery from god. it had to be. 

☠️

𝗞𝗨𝗝𝗜 𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔 is not going to die tonight, simply because mortem letter has not contacted her tonight. well, to her, it is a great blessing. she does not wish to die, at least not before she had found a lover to cherish. she is tired of this endless chase of love. she is sickened by reality and just wants her knight in shining armor to finally rescue her from the mirrors she keeps on finding herself to be trapped in. nausea is pent up in her stomach and she just wants to run away forever and ever and ever. 

but kuji believes she can only escape if eros is on her side. she stares at the dark app, the name corsagitta reading aloud. she nibbles on her finger, questioning her own morals as her pupils shiver ever so slightly. she cannot be accepting this. she has to reject the whispers of her sins. 

but she also just wants to find love that she had never experienced before. she's only 19 and she wants to love. she lived so long under the pressures that weighed her bones to mere powder. she scratched the back of her neck, the blanket over her head shifting quietly in the empty house. the scent of alcohol from her father hadn't reeked so badly in her makeshift castle. 

she shakily sighed to herself. forgive me lord for the lust that drives into my heart, she thought. she was already a neglected child of god and all she could do is pray and pray and pray. this was her final prayer. 

she pressed on the first message that appeared on her inbox, the name blaring into her eyes like a siren's enamourous beauty. 

🪦

𝙏𝘼𝙀-𝙔𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙀𝙊𝙉𝙂 was an immigrant from south korea after his parents finally found a laborious job in the american dream, where all immigrants dreamt to be. his life was finally complete and he could rest in peace. at least until he got a strange call one night. tae-yang was good at english,  but american customs weren't to his greatest knowledge. he didn't even know what mortem letter was until just a few weeks ago. 

he greeted to the call, his phone nudged between his ear and his shoulder as he awkwardly picked up his laundry basket, yelling at his younger siblings to quiet down. he shifted uncomfortably, tilting his head. a cold voice whispered to him from the call. 

" tae-yang seong. mortem letter is sorry to announce that you , tae-yang , will die on november 14 th due to an unknown cause. sadly, we cannot change your fate, outcome, but you can live your life to the fullest. " 

even on the call for his deceased identity, his name was mispronounced. what different was society from his own life? he hummed quietly into the phone, mumbling " it's tae-yang. yah - ng not yin and yang. " he knew his death was going to arrive one day. just that he didn't know it was going to be ... so soon. he softly sat against the wall, his head in his hands as he shakily sighed. who would care for his younger siblings if he was dead? his parents were already too busy. 

the world was so cruel sometimes. little tae-yang just wanted a bit of a break. he was only 18 and he was so excited to go to his new college. why was reality always clawing on him like a curse? what had he done wrong to deserve the tragedy shakespeare destined upon him? he hugged his knees and pressed sore eyes onto them as his phone notification popped up. 

corsagitta, your one last chance at friendship.

⚰️

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 was always your pretty, bright, and sweet kid. never once in her life has she ever questioned those around her and she always accepted everything with an open mind. she was the definition of love and kindness. she wished for everything to be great in her life. but even little celestia had secrets from reality. 

blades, splatters, and screams covered the corners of her bathroom as she stared into the mirrors. she was never the person she wanted to be. she softly touched her cheeks, her bloody fingers dragging across porcelain skin. when was she ever going to be free? 

she stared at the empty phone screen, gritting her teeth as she screamed. why wouldn't the damn message arrive already? she was sick of this entire game. please please please just give me a god damn sign, she sobbed each night. she hadn't an idea whether to live on or give up. she just wanted an answer against all of hellhole she felt in her heart. 

the next morning, she hummed to herself, the hair dryer whooshing loudly into her ears and deafening her. she glanced by to the phone. she sighed and brushed her hair gently. the tooth of the comb dug into her scalp, a sudden ding from her messages making her look over without a flinch. she straightened her posture as she scrolled into her inbox. 

corsagitta. an app she hadn't used in over a year ever since ... the past. she clicked her tongue in annoyance, wondering if she should ignore the notification. she stared at the small strands of hair stuck to the shower drain, a gurgling noise rumbling from beneath. she pressed against the faint heartbeat of her wrist. 

what else was there for a useless, blonde girl to do? 

☠️

𝙰𝙹𝙴𝚈𝙰 𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙻 may not be able to speak, but she still has a heart. she is a human nonetheless. she wants to dance, she wants to love. she has a heart that she has shaped so long for people to love, yet she is once brushed off as the kid who never speaks. her voice crumbles like ashes whenever she attempts a word and she sniffles her sorrows to slumber. one day, someone will see her as a human. 

she always wanted to be a pretty singer who danced on stage and hyped up crowds. but her voice was dismantled like a hideous mess. she sounded as if she was croaking. she chose not to speak as it hurt her throat, but she just wanted to yell to everyone to shut the fuck up for once in a while. she was just a quiet kid anyways, who ever decided to listen to her?

at least until she found this strange app. mortem letter was announced to the public and an app was also released. corsagitta, a universal chatting app where you could identify a soul and connect with them. how sweet, wasn't it? it gave her a chance to make a friend without being stressed over being humiliated. 

even as cruel as it may had to admit, she had her honesty. society was rude to her, why couldn't she have a logical mindset? after all, how could a dead soul humiliate her voice? 

that was her initial thought as she signed up on the app, her finger swiftly typing through numerous questions. she smiled brightly for her profile picture. she looked like a singer and a young celebrity. she hung her bag over her shoulder as she shoved her phone into her pocket and headed out for her college lecture. 

a soft ringing awakened a spot in her. 

🪦

𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗨𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗛 was a bird in a cage all of their life. their parents always yelled at them, cursed them, and trapped them into a mindset to the point they couldn't live without the sight of their family members. they wanted to die, they wanted to escape all of this somehow. well, they just wanted to run away. they were too afraid to die. they only wanted a new family, some sort of new life. 

they sat by the swings of the playground, nothing but a squirrel to accompany them by the empty trees. they scrolled through the documents stored on their device, their expression furrowing into a deep disappointment at the numerous things they had to complete for their job. they became a software engineer just like their father wanted them to, but at what cost? 

an unknown number flashed by the top of their screen. lazily chipped nails clicked on the green call button. 

" venus heavensworth. mortem letter is sorry to announce that you , venus , will die on november 31 th due to an unknown cause. sadly, we cannot change your fate, outcome, but you can live your life to the fullest. " 

the call cut off after the caller's long usual ramble. venus weakly kicked off the ground, the swing squeaking painfully. so was this what it felt like to be released from hell? just ... death? they smiled to the black screen. perhaps god had listened to their prayers. the wrong prayers, but certainly the ones they muttered out from their own lips. they laughed louder than ever into the moonless night. 

the app corsagitta dinged loudly into the silence that followed after. venus stared at their new conversational partner. they stood up, pressing the call button. if they were going to die in about a few weeks, might as well call the people they didn't even know. 

🪶 SOUL! AQUA RIVERDEN — TWENTY 7 . agender t/them . bisexual . the mindless calls of a cardinal . cassie the cardinal . a bird's forest . cloudy eyes . murky grounds of the swamp . harsh . cold . bratty . intp . scorpio . NOVEMBER 20 . business owner . now playing — headlock 

🧸 NON-SOUL! ADRIEN FRANCOIS MATISSE — TWENTY 4 . boyflux h/them . heteroflexible . a lonely teddy bear muttering i love you . dirtied canvas of truth . sweet pills of pain . pale lips and tasteless tongue . jewels embedded to the darkest cave . quiet . selfless . hurt . esfp . cancer . N/A . barista . now playing — moral of the story 

📖 SOUL! VALENTINE DE BOUSQUET — TWENTY . male h/him . androsexual . the grandest library of alexandria . burned book scents . oak ashes . sweet dimples . bustling silence of society . judgmental . leader . proper . entj . virgo . NOVEMBER 22 . college student . now playing — feeling good 

🌹 NON-SOUL! KUJI HINATA — 9 TEEN . trans fem s/her . questioning . the blooming roses in hades's bedroom . perfumes all around . needles with bows . perfect teeth . lies you have told yourself . aloof . clueless . forgetful . enfp . pisces . N/A . unemployed . now playing — lucky lucky

🧹 SOUL! TAE-YANG SEONG — 8 TEEN . male h/him . unlabeled . laborious rings of hell you lived in . dust piled up in corners . stitches and muscles . calloused hands . everything has to go wrong . hardworking . mature . protective . istj . taurus . NOVEMBER 14 . high school student . now playing — are you satisfied

👑 NON-SOUL! CELESTIA LOVEGOOD — 7 TEEN . female s/her . lesbian . golden rims of your circular mirrors . glasses filled to the brim with wine . specially made jewelry just for you . fluttering eyelashes . identity lost in darkness . liar . friendly . encouraging . estj . libra . N/A . high school student . now playing — little miss perfect

🪩 NON-SOUL! AJEYA PATEL — TWENTY 1 . demigirl s/them . pansexual . disco ball calls for you tonight . party beers and confetti . a microphone of hope . dismantled voice . blue jay who cannot sing . kind . gentle . insecure . infp . libra . N/A . college student . now playing — disco

⛓️ SOUL! VENUS HEAVENSWORTH — TWENTY 5 . genderfluid a/ny . uranic . cages made of cotton and sticks . bird food dropped through the top . cat toy laying a few feet away . never ending eyebags . liberty trapped in soul . ignorant . tired . anxious . istp. virgo . NOVEMBER 31 . software engineer . now playing — numb little bug

[ character details . . . to be released ]

TRIGGERS — major character death . past sexual assault . manipulation . neglect . vivid / gore descriptions of death . blood . suicide . profanities . angst (heavy) 

DEDICATIONS — silverxbeauty -vxrmillion corpseque -petrovaxx lyingloveletters adorableisms 

INSPIRATION — they both die at the end adam silvera . hellbound

NOTE — this will be a LOT of emotional struggle trust me. i am an angst specialist, i make angst on a daily basis, i haven't made an oc that had a happy backstory or a happy ending yet. comedic characters will get fucked up and the saddest ocs will probably die. this applyfic is not happy at all. anyways, this is an oc x l/i (possibly oc x oc if i know some people and their requests), heavy angst, found family / romance applyfic. your oc will not interact with everyone, so thankfully, i made it so that opinions will NOT be long 🫶 you're fucking welcome. the settings for the plot will change variously throughout the story depending on the pair that we are looking at. anyways, i'll release forms soon, but please do note that this af will ruin your emotions. no one is safe. also, i will make a discord server for this, so please drop your discord user. i will drop oneshots, headcanons, memes, everything about this af. this will be my main af after forever after high (or even replace it who knows), so please give it some attention. i genuinely like the plot and i will have a small cast (only about 8-10 ocs). that being said, ❤️ wsg bbg 😋