#i saw it in my brain and now it is here

[sophsicle]

tw blood and violence

[let me preface this by saying it makes no sense, i just wanted james and sirius to commit murder]

"Oh fuck."

"Are you okay?"

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck."

"James? Hey, hey look at me? Look at me? Are you okay?"

A hysterical laugh bubbles from his mouth. "Sirius."

Sirius only nods, hands cradling James's face, hot and sticky and smelling of iron. "I know, I know," he pushes some of the hair off of James's forehead. "I'm gonna take care of it, I promise. But first I need to know that you're okay? He didn't - he didn't hurt you did he?" his voice strains on those last words.

There's only the smallest pause. And then, choked; "I'm okay."

A shaky smile makes its way across Sirius's face. "Good," pulling James forward and kissing the top of his head. "That's good." He lets go of him, standing up and turning towards the body on the floor, blood pooling around the back of its caved-in skull.

"He deserved it," Sirius says, and there's no doubt in his voice. His hands stained red - James wishes that was a metaphor. He feels cold all of a sudden, trembling. And like he's going to be sick. He's definitely going to be sick. Fuck.

He turns to the side, vomiting all over the hard concrete floor, heaving and shaking and covered in a feverish sweat. He squeezes his eyes shut, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

"James?"

He needs to get it together. He thinks it's the adrenaline. The shock. It's making him feel wired and jumpy and out of control. "I k-killed him."

"No," Sirius's voice is so stern that James can't help but look up. "I killed him, you understand?"

"Sirius-"

"James, this is important okay? This is very important," James is held in his eyes, caressed by them, put back together. "If anyone asks-"

"You think they're going to ask?" his voice breaks. "Oh fuck, oh fuck they are, aren't they? We can't hide this. We can't. They're going to know. They're going to find out. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh-"

"James," Sirius doesn't crouch down again, just comes over and places a hand on James's head, in his hair, tilts it up to look at him. Sirius Black is an altar to be prayed at. A god to be feared. A boy with very, very sharp teeth. "I told you I was going to take care of it and I will. But if anyone ever comes looking. If anyone asks. It was me, okay?"

James sees flashes. Thrashing limbs. An aching in his side where he'd been repeatedly beaten. A heavy body on top of him. Fingers around his throat. And then Sirius. Sirius had come. Just as his vision was starting to twitch and flicker and snuff out. Sirius had come for him.

Sirius always came.

"I killed him," Sirius repeats, and staring into his eyes, James knows Sirius wishes that was true. Wishes he could've protected James like he'd meant to.

Sirius runs his hand through James's hair for a few seconds, calming him down, before he pulls away and James resists the urge to grab his wrist and hold him still. Sirius circles the man on the floor, eyes cold, empty.

He finds a carpet in one of the other rooms and James helps him lift the body onto it, rolling it up, sealing it shut with duct tape. The blood on the floor is thick, like molasses, and dark. James tries to trick his mind into thinking it's something else. Anything else. But it doesn't work.

The moments are jumbled up in his head. Like they all happened at once. Sirius getting the man off of him. Slamming him into the wall, slamming his fist into his face. James choking and gagging on the floor, trying to catch his breath.

He's not sure what happened.

His vision had still been pins and needles.

He wasn't following the fight. All he knows is he heard Sirius make a noise. Desperate. Animal. His brain kind of switched off then. At the idea that Sirius was in pain. It all felt out of his control after that.

Sirius comes to stand beside him. "We'll douse it in bleach. Fill it with rocks. And then let the river take him, alright?"

James nods numbly, still staring at the blood.

He'd gotten the man off of Sirius. Gotten them back on the floor. This time with the body below him, thrashing and yelling. Curses turned to pleas as James took him by the hair and slammed his head into the concrete floor. Again. Again. Again.

Sirius had tried to stop him. He knows that.

But he couldn't.

Not with Sirius's voice in his head. Making that noise.

His best friend is now on his hands and knees scrubbing up the blood he spilt.

"Shit, sorry, let me-" James grabs a rag, getting down with him, the water turning the blood pink. Soaking the knees of their jeans.

They clean in silence for a moment before Sirius starts to...there's no other word for it...giggle. James abruptly stops scrubbing. Staring at him.

"Is this..." he starts slowly, "are you in shock?"

Sirius shakes his head and then stops. "Maybe," the word bubbles out of his mouth. "I just, I keep thinking," he looks up at James, eyes bright. "Always knew I was gonna be hiding a dead body with you one day."

It isn't funny.

Isn't even a joke.

And yet. Somehow. James finds himself laughing too.

[crunchycrystals]

this makes me want to cry

[leafwateraddict]

Found some old sketches I had for @llamagoddessofficials Coraline au along with some headcanons I had for Dart and Patch (also stuffing.. gore?)

Ft. A sexy Dart because I saw a fancy looking corset and put him in it and instantly regretted it (along with some ideas for his button eyes)

Also other Mc/Thread along with some sentences i thought of if I ever ended up writing that drabble (which I probably wont- rip)

[cozylittleartblog]

diversity win your spam emails are queer

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

;3

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

uuh can i get the rusame apology special to go? yes the one with no "sorry" pronounced, that's right. and fries.

[madspeed]

Does anybody else ship them i think im going insane and have been feverishly thinking abt their 2 minute long interaction at tye end of the game

[lover-of-mine]

I never saw you coming, and I'll never be the same...

[fraternum-momentum]

i didnt know this game died,,, rip exorcist cain,, ur design was too good for this game

[crustyfloor]

i think about this part often maybe a bit too much

[toxinoire]

Kara never thought of it when Lena first asked her this question.

"What if someone says; in like a few years maybe, I'd be...gone?" Lena asks, staring at the distance.

Kara got confused at this question. But decided to answer anyway. "Well, I'd most likely, punch them or something. I'm not letting that happen."

Lena chuckled. "You're right...I guess it's just another existential crisis."

"Want to talk about it?" Kara asks softly. Lena just smiles at her. "No, darling. It's alright. It's just one of those times."

"Well, if you need anything...food, movies, a hug, I'm right here."

Lena laughs and nods. "Got that."

She didn't ask that question for no reason. She isn't sure if Kara already figured this fact out already, but their time is limited. Because Kara won't die unless she gets killed with Kryptonite or the day the yellow sun flying over them dies.

Lena knows there's a chance that Kara's life could be at stake at any given moment, but at the same time...there's a possibility that she could have Kara for the rest of her life. While Kara won't have Lena, nor the rest of their family for the rest of her life.

See here's the thing, Kara knew that. But ignorance is a bliss, as they say. She pretends that the day won't come.

But...maybe she indulged herself too much.

Because right now, Kara, swear to Rao, drops the car she's currently carrying as her eyes widen in fear. Through a window, not that big, but big enough for her to witness it firsthand.

Lena, sweet, gentle, beautiful Lena, with a knife pierced through her neck. She heard the enemy responsible for it, the one who's back is facing the window, laugh. Fucking laugh. Kara and Lena make eye contact through the window, Lena smiling gently, softly, warmly, at her. Muttering something no human could hear, but Kara heard so clearly. Her voice as soft as her gaze.

"I love you."

Kara barges in, breaking the whole wall, she rushes to her, hoping she could still save her. Hoping she wouldn't lose her. She can't lose Lena, she just can't.

However, it was too late. The knife stabbed a very fatal spot, and Kara witnesses Lena drop to the ground.

Kara can no longer hear her heartbeat.

"Aww, look at Supergirl. The Paragon of Hope, looking hopeless-"

Before this asshole can finish, Kara pushes him, actually pushes him off the broken wall, she hears him scream and plummet down, but she doesn't care.

"Lena?"

Nothing.

"Please, no. No. Fuck. Please don't leave me, don't take her too, please." Kara tries to get help, but to no avail.

Lena Luthor's death was publicly announced two days later. Many were happy at the fact that there was not a single Luthor left. The Superfriends grieved in their own ways. At least some people in the city actually acknowledged what Lena did for the world and paid their respects. The Superfriends tried to comfort Kara. She appreciates it, of course, but it won't bring Lena, Kara's...everything, back to her.

Now everywhere she goes, Kara just sees Lena.

She would try to go to Big Belly Burger, she just remembers that time they celebrated Lena's birthday there. Noonan's? She just sees Lena's smile when Kara gives her coffee from that place. The park in National City? That time Lena used her magic fully for the first time. CatCo? She remembers every hall Lena ever walked in. She sees a book? She remembers Lena giving her one.

Her own apartment also reminds her of Lena, all the times they had there. Certain foods remind her of Lena. Everything around her is now just a ghost of Lena. Even fucking kryptonite reminds her of Lena.

She's everywhere Kara goes.

No one in the city realized how much Supergirl was so torn over the loss of Lena Luthor.

Some dickwads actually thought she was happy about it, which some idiot reporter asked her one day.

"You must be really relieved that the last Luthor is no longer a threat."

Kara stays silent, yet her eyes emmit everything she wants to say.

Kelly holds back an angry Alex from hitting someone, but Kelly herself is yelling about how insensitive that was, about how this reporter is disrespecting the dead, about how they forgot that Lena worked with Supergirl. Both Brainy and Nia list down everything that Lena has done to save the city.

Kara? She's been silent, before taking a deep breath, looking at the reporter, knowing there are cameras surrounding her, she says,

"This world is nothing without her."

Then, she flies away, higher into the blue skies and screams.

Would you look at that, world. There's a Luthor that successfully broke a Super.

[3-aem]

MY BRAINS NOT WORKING AND THE CUTE BOY I WORK WITH KEEPS CORRECTING MY GRAMMAR THIS IS SO AHAIWIAKSDHDGRRRRHRNE

[darkpitlesbian]

hello yugioh fans its been a while. anyways i have discovered bedman in sevens

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Not sure if this theory makes any sense at all but I'm starting to believe that there's no time skip between Wally's phone calls and what we see/hear in the show's Media/Merchandise. If we see the Toyland call being made before the Homewarming episode then it would make sense that Wally's expecting Barnaby to come over soon. As well as the Homewarming sketch from the prior update. (I don't know, still kind of brainstorming this perspective)

that theory Does make sense and i've been considering it! the "timeline" is such a nebulous thing right now because we still... don't really know! there are too many variables and too many Maybes for any solid answer.

maybe the reality that the neighbors live in exists outside of time like you say, and like half of me suspects. there's so much reality fuckery already present, but I'm also... unsure of how much merit this holds given what we know / can infer about how time passes in Home. i'm putting this theory on a low shelf to look at but not prioritize

maybe it really has been 50 years, and Barnaby is either still around / Wally is still in contact with him, or Barnaby... isn't there. who knows, maybe Wally was just verbalizing some Wishful Thinking. i mean, Wally is a bit of an unreliable narrator, isn't he? we can't assume that everything he says is entirely accurate or truthful. and i mean, if it's been 50 years it makes sense that Wally would be pushing for connection / to revive WH. who knows how long he's been trying.

hm... i mean. it could be a mix of that and the Outside Of Time theory. who knows, maybe W is receiving calls from different points in the timeline - Wally may have started out just calling, and has just graduated to invading the WH website / getting pushy with the envelopes and media that's been sent to the WHRP. maybe Wally got tired of waiting for W to respond before W was even born. who's to say!

[lightbulb-warning]

so has anyone figured out WHY there is the Need To Share our Artworks™ or is it just the vibes and our Soul apparently

[hayaku14]

gymnast kaito x sharpshooter shinichi meet-cute in the olympics au