#mentioned death tw

[snaill-dragon]

Wow something akin to an animation?

I have mixed feelings about how this came out because like. It’s not what I wanted but. Objectively I think it’s good? Or. Maybe not, good, but at least pretty okay!

Song is The Nowhere King from centaurworld.

This little animation is about world building really. Introducing that this happens in a city. More of Falcon just existing. Showing that falcon has friends! And that after she dies those friends have a big fight.

[loserboyfriendrjl]

a narrow, dark, cobblestone alleyway, lit only by a solitary lamppost.

james winced, pressing his left hand against his stomach, thick, crimson blood oozing from between his fingers. he hissed in pain, slowly sliding against the wall of the building.

they had been ambushed in a lonely neighborhood of london. he and sirius had gone out to a pub to celebrate silly nothings, because hadn't they, they wouldn't have resisted the war. however, when they had left, tipsy and laughing loudly, sirius' arm slung around james' shoulder, something had exploded a few blocks away and the dark mark hung in the sky, green and black and sickly, an omen of death. it had been a matter of seconds until the death eaters faced them.

"hey, padfoot?" james whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. "have i been a good friend?"

"the very best," sirius gave james a small smile, rushing to his aid. "but you can't die, prongs. the order needs you. we the marauders, need you. your family needs you." sirius hesitated, pressing his hand against james' stomach to try and stop the bleeding. "i need you."

he laughed, ugly and bitter. "remember how we said that if something like this happens, the other shall die too? you better hex yourself until it's too late."

sirius chuckled, but his face was dark with worry. "no need to, mate. you're not dying tonight. you can't die." he looked desperately for a sign that james will laugh and tell him he'll be fine, but his head lowered.

"hey, mate?" james asked, looking up to sirius, a soft tear slipping down his cheek. "if something happens," he coughed, looking at his hands, stained red with his own blood. "if something happens, take care of lily and hari for me, yeah? you gotta keep your head up for them, whatever happens."

"no, no," sirius laughed, shaking his head, knelt in front of his friend, pressing harder on his abdomen. "you're not fucking dying!"

james held his hand up, signaling him to keep quiet. "sirius, listen. we don't know what's gonna happen." he laced his fingers together with his friend and gave his hand a weak, warm squeeze. "i'll die in a heartbeat for my family. you're my family, too." his chuckle was raspy. "but family always sticks together, yeah? and you're my son's godfather. take care of him and lily, if anything happens to me. i'd rather it happened to me than to lily. merlin knows the kid needs a mother."

"he needs his father, too!" sirius plead. "come on, james, let's go home. we'll fix this up, you'll be okay. hari needs his dad. lily needs her husband. i need my brother. let's go home, prongs."

james nodded, almost imperceptibly. "but you'll take care of my family if something happens to me, right? you'll be a father figure to my son. hari loves you, he really does. he's just too tiny to know how to show it. and, if anything happens to me, you'll take care of remus and peter too. they don't take care of themselves nearly enough. and of yourself too. keep your head up for me, pads."

sirius nodded, blinking his tears away and helping his friend up, hoping to whoever was watching over them that he'd never have to spend a day without his partner, his accomplice in mischief. "yeah. anything for you, prongs."

they disappeared into the night with a pop and, once again, the london streets were quiet, the dark mark still hanging deadly in the sky.

[writermich18]

FFXV Writing Prompt

"That wasn't just a nightmare, aniki. That was real. I know it was! I felt the sword pierce my heart, felt myself bleed out. I died! And yet... and yet, I'm still here... Please - please, you have to believe me! Don't shut me out again!"

[podcastwizard]

ideal ways for me to die

1. old age, peacefully in my sleep

2. after a long and illustrious career i am at a rooftop gala hosted in my honor. i am wearing a beautiful gown, holding a glass of red wine, standing by the railing. a scorned lover approaches and, after a passionate spat, they push me over the edge of the building. the wine glass goes flying, splattering their outfit in red as a visual metaphor for the blood on their hands. as i descend my gown flies around me like two beautiful wings, a bird in flight. a photographer on the street manages to take a photo before i hit the ground and that photo wins the pulitzer. a new york times think piece is released regarding whether or not it's moral to profit off a photo of someone's death. the think piece also wins a pulitzer.

3. sex accident.

[landrylovesmatcha]

she’s everything 💕

tw: death mention

[hamsterdads]

having a lot of toh thoughts tonight, so here's a few :] I think that king and the collector would be life partners ( probably platonically, but mostly just whatever keeps them together forever hehe)

i also think the collector would take luz's passing the hardest (given their history with it and all...) and i think she'd know this and do her best to prepare them for it. so here's me trying to deal with all that.

[bamsara]

Part 2 to this comic

What happened in Darkwood in the meantime?? Dont worry about it

[stars-bean]

ꕥ The Addams Family ꕥ ➛ 2.14 - "Morticia's Dilemma"

[incorrectbatfam]

Dick, to the Joker: Hello. My name is Richard Grayson. You killed my brother. Prepare to die.

[ciderjacks]

dad issues

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(I think they were all fundamentally affected by what they saw and just collectively decided not to share the upsetting details)

[420technoblazeit]

has anybody else seen the bit in tommy's new video yet. where he asks mumbo jumbo if he can revive technoblade with redstone. bc that actually made my jaw DROP hol yshit. the pause just before he says it. you can hear the gears turning in phil's head as he realizes what tommy's about to say. the immediate psychic damage. truly horrid thank you tommy. ik techno would be losing it over that joke

[frownyalfred]

actually I think a lot of people whisper their confessions to Superman because they know there’s a — greater than average — chance he might be listening after all. wishes, secrets they take to their death bed, things they don’t want to be judged for but need to say.

and Clark takes it all on his shoulders with the grace he exhibits in the rest of his life. until one day that voice in his ear is familiar. there’s a heart, racing but beginning to slow. and it’s Bruce’s words that come to him, choked out between the sound of his lungs filling with blood.

and it doesn’t matter that Clark shatters the sound barrier traveling across the globe to a random alley in Gotham. by the time he arrives, it’s already too late. Bruce had chosen the last few seconds, knowing Clark would hear him. knowing he’d pass those words along to his children. knowing he would burden his closest friend with his last words, and still trusting (cursing?) him with them anyway.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Tumblr introduced a "postmortem" feature, where dead celebrities could blog from the afterlife. Only Terry Pratchett used it.

[bamsara]

More story planning doodles for Trod, maybe or maybe not

I know I'm drawing a lot more scenes before I've even finished the written drafts for them but if I don't have a visual of everything I'll die. anyway Im writing I prommy

[stars-bean]

The Addams Family ➛ 2.27 - "Lurch's Little Helper"

[incorrectbatfam]

Alfred gets sick of Bruce breaking and losing stuff on patrol so he gets a label maker and starts naming items after the kids

Alfred: I got you a new phone, just like you asked. Its name is Jason. Try not to let it die.

Bruce, tearing up: Why would you say that—