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tromroan · 7 months
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Art that I cannot post anywhere but tumblr, because real people I know in real life follow me on my instagram, and this is a liiiiiil too gory for them, haha. : Mr. Blue has a rough encounter with Ms. Scarlett. : On the Tumblr-page : With the knife (His own knife too, how tragic is that)
((Ms Scarlet belongs to @riddle-me-ducc !!! 🦆))
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shittymurderparty · 6 months
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(Source: me messaging someone)
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fenmere · 9 months
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Murder on the Sunspot
Here is the first murder of passion we've ever written. In a recent book, we've written a couple of fascist executions, and prior to that an accidental manslaughter. But this one's got a struggle and a handful of vicious cusses preceding the deed. It's at the end of the first chapter of our next book, so not a spoiler. CN for murder, vividly coarse language, emetophobia, and all that:
“Shegrräo, you suppurating anus! My rejection of your sibling’s advances is none of your fucking business!” hissed the murder victim, probably Rrefka, still alive, but certainly not for long. They were brandishing the stake that would eventually make its way through their gut.
Shegrräo was bigger than them, and had six arms and legs like `errke and Nir had. Where the victim expressed mostly reptilian phenotypes, Shegrräo more closely resembled the forward grassland dogs that had a symbiotic relationship with the primates there. Only much bigger, and wearing a colorful poncho. And the dogs didn’t have six legs. Few fauna did.
Sharwe could see all this playing out, superimposed on the very real scene of the murder that was before them all. The others were possibly watching their own versions at their own paces.
“No. Pause,” Nir murmured.
Sharwe kept watching.
“I’ve made it my business,” Shegrräo’s recording growled.
“You sure the fuck have,” Rrefka shouted back. “And I need you to back off!”
“Or what?”
The two stared at each other over the firepit, muscles tense and twitching. A pot that was no longer present was bubbling, placed directly in the fire. Shegrräo had a large enough bag to carry the pot, some food, and maybe a few other things. Rrefka appeared to be empty-handed besides the big stake, which looked like it was made from fresh wood.
People normally didn’t craft things out of actual wood. Not unless they were ceremonially honoring a recently dead tree. But there were processed laminates, epoxies, and forms of nanite clay that could very closely mimic wood, even when worked by hand. This looked like genuine wood.
Sharwe activated the recordings annotations.
Yep, real wood, from a Sunspot Fir. Oh. Shegrräo’s pronouns were xe/xyr/xem, and Rrefka’s was rrem.
Hissing menacingly, Rrefka started to stalk rrems way into the little clearing. Cautious but threatening. Rrem already held the stake high, but rrem managed to lift it even higher before slowly lowering it and gripping it with both hands, eyes narrowed.
“You better be awfully certain of your next actions, Rrefka, because there’s only one ending the steps your taking now are gonna lead you to,” Shegrräo intoned.
“I don’t know,” Rrefka said. “I see a couple of possibilities.”
“You must be an optimist.”
“Apologize and back off, or shut up, Shegrräo.”
“You must love that stick, Rrefka, because I can see you humping the fuck out of it in a few seconds. It’s such a clear vision, you know?”
“Must be hallucinating.”
“Pretty sure I’m not…”
Snarling, Rrefka lunged to the left, then drove to the right to step around the campfire.
Shegrräo calmly watched the other Monster feint, then stepped in time with Rrefka right into rrems lunge, rising up on hind legs, and grappling with all four hands. Top hands went to Rrefka’s shoulders, lower hands to the stake to push it aside.
Rrefka’s enormous hind claws and surprisingly long and supple tail gave rrem considerable balance. Rrem was pushed back only a decimeter or so, and stayed stoic and upright, bearing rrems teeth.
Rrem jerked rrems head to the side as Shegrräo snapped at rrems face with finger sized canines.
“You fucker,” Rrefka shouted in Shegrräo’s parabolic ear. Then rrem tried a downward swiping kick with rrems left foot, right foot digging further into the ground.
Shegrräo flinched at the shout, then deftly avoided the kick by holding Rrefka back and finally putting rrem off balance momentarily. Then, as Rrefka dropped rrems foot and regained rrems balance almost immediately, xe quietly twisted the stake out of Rrefka’s grasp, turned the point toward rrems gut, and pulled with xyr top arms while shoving with xyr arm legs, which gripped the stake.
In that one, swift, vice-like action, Shegrräo put the stake right through Rrefka’s bowls and out past rrems spine as easily as skewering a mushroom.
Sharwe sympathetically exhaled, clenching gems stomach, and then felt like vomiting. A few seconds later, Togi had a similar reaction.
As xe almost gently lowered the astonished Rrefka to the clearing floor, Shegrräo whispered, “You walked right into your own weapon there, friend. But you sure did it with way more conviction than just about any other time you were faced with a choice. Gotta give that to you. I respect it. I’ll make sure the others know.”
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vittamina · 4 months
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Murder Scene?
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bluebellowl · 10 months
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More Inktober 2022!
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evilwriter37 · 2 years
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What Question Can You Never Say Yes To? - Chapter 1
Rated: explicit
Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, implied/referenced rape/noncon, implied/referenced major character death
Pairings: Stiles/Lydia, Scott/Malia/Kira
Summary: Stiles and his friends were sure the nogitsune was gone for good, but when Stiles is sent to investigate a strange murder, he learns the truth, and a new game begins.
Word Count: 2,121
A/N: Tags will be updated as the fic continues. Hoping it will only be a novella.
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gangviolets · 2 years
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milkdongcomics · 1 year
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Magazine Instagram:  milkdongcomics Facebook:  Milk DoNg Comics
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shitpostroundhouse · 1 year
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Once inna while I get to feeling a little artistic.
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ashleymarieeexx · 2 years
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Is there an achievement award for getting your first bloody nose at 23 while your sleeping making your bed look like a murder scene
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xxtoryandcolaxx · 2 years
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Lol, I'm called a variation of names online, if the username has beast, malicious, or cola in it. Then it's probs me ^^"
Anyways, here's another drawing of Nevermore
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whats-in-a-sentence · 3 months
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The Northern Argus reported:
Lieutenants Uhr and Murray, two first-class officers, were quickly at the scene of the murder, and after running the tracks of the black with their troopers, came upon the camp, where the police found sundry articles of Mr. Clarke's clothing, and inflicted punishment on the savages in the usual manner.
"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr
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wendigoperson · 3 months
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(updated version)
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stephaniefchase · 3 months
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Barbados Records First Homicide for the Year
Barbados has recorded its first homicide for the year.
31-year-old Shane Parris of Mangrove, St. Philip, is the country’s latest shooting victim.
Barbados Police Service Communications and Public Affairs Officer, Inspector Rodney Inniss confirmed that Parris died at the scene of the shooting at Nursery #2, Four Roads, St. Philip.
He said police received a call about the incident around 11:05 a.m.
Article Source: Starcom Network News #thechasefiles #murder1 #shaneparris #31 #nurserydrive #mangrove #stphilip #murder #barbadoscrimescene
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drmonkeysetroscans · 7 months
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Clean team.
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xxradzxx · 8 months
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look what I made in school
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*edited so it doesn't look like unidentifiable crap
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