#murder trigger warning

[imaginedreamwrite]

Reader being baby Jacob’s daycare teacher: “I can’t date my kid’s parents. I’m contractually bound not to become involved in a relationship.”

Andy a powerful lawyer, having done dubious things in the past, puts on a strong front: “Forget I even asked, I wouldn’t want you to suffer consequences.”

Only for Reader to end up being offered another job at a different daycare with higher pay because one of their other teachers left suddenly giving Andy a way around the contractual obligation (even though the new school doesn’t have that rule anyway)

#dark!Andy Barber #dark!Andy Barber x reader #murder trigger warning #death trigger #death trigger warning

[smoov-criminal]

today is Disability Day of Mourning, a day when we are to commemorate disabled people who are killed at the hands of their family and/or caregivers. there's so much i could say about it, but mostly i just want people to keep these victims in mind today. here's a webpage that acts as a memorial to these victims and a source for information on the topic. if you can, try to take a moment today to think about these victims and just generally keep them in your heart, they deserve that much.

#disability #ddom #disability day of mourning #filicide #tw filicide #tw abuse #tw death #tw murder #? #i don't often have to use trigger warnings so sorry if i missed an important one

[kinxart53]

I hate drawing violins.

#angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel #jax #jax tadc #tadc jax #tadc #the amazing digital circus #rocky #rocky lackadaisy #lackadaisy #N #n murder drones #murder drones #kinxart53 #TRIGGER WARNING: FLASHING LIGHTS

[jazzstarrlight]

My Immortal- Cover/Warning/Pages 1 & 2

Officially releasing "But you're my Universe" as the comics prologue. New pages are on the way. Might be able to get them out next week, but holiday plans may delay their release. Just letting you know.

#murder drones #my immortal #nuzi #angst #cover art #trigger warning i guess #Page 1 #Page 2 #prologue

[ninadove]

She undressed me with her eyes

And somehow, you didn’t see

Put her hand on my thigh

Felt like a hundred degrees

— Thank God You Introduced Me to Your Sister, by Sarah Barrios

#Another purple freedom fighter appreciating their cool dragon girlfriend 💜💛🐝 #This one goes out to Augustin. Fuck you Augustin 💜💛🐝 #appreciate a dragon day #rwby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #bumbleby #rwby spoilers #rwby 9 #trigger warning: blood #trigger warning: murder #nina weaves 🪡 #rwby justice league #rwby justice league spoilers

[murasaki-cha]

Sloane: *mouthing across the table at Rowan while pointing at the serial k!ller's servant* LO-BO-TO-MY!

Rowan: *drunk, delusional, helplessly in love, golden retriever idiot mouthing back* You love me?!

#PLEASE HE'S SO FRIGGIN CUTE!! #HE WAS SO EXCITED LIKE OMG SHE LOVES ME!!!!! #precious adorable murderer #he was just vibing the entire dinner #butcher and blackbird #rowan kane #sloane sutherland #trigger warnings #tw

[sp0o0kylights]

Mimic Steve!!! at number Seven I see,,, was that, perchance, on purpose? :D

AYYYY you caught that! I'm so glad someone did lol.

I had to go hunt down what I already posted about the Mimic Steve AU lmao

It's honestly easier to read the first part here , but basically, it's an AU that centers around how the Steve we know isn't actually Steve Harrington; he's a replacement that his parents bought and paid Brenner/The Lab for.

What he actually is, is a being similar to humans with mimic-like abilities from another dimension. They kidnapped him at a young age and then later tortured him into being Steve when the real one passed away from cancer as a child.

There's a vast number of problems happening when the story starts but the biggest is that Robin and Nancy have accidentally discovered that the real Steve Harrington is dead and the house Steve lives in doesn't actually belong to the Harrington's.

In a panic-ridden attempt to prevent them from discovering he's a monster from an alternate dimension whose stuck, Steve taps Eddie for help on grounds that he has romantic feelings for Eddie and already thinks he doesn't deserve to be loved in return. I he loses Eddie as a friend over this then well-- chances were that was gonna happen anyways because he sucks at hiding that he's in love--but he can't lose Robin.

In his head, that means Robin can't learn that he's not human

Snippet:

“Sweetheart, you are Steve.”

He frantically shook his head. “No, I’m not. I’m a copy of Steve, one they forced so hard that it--it overwrote the real me. I don’t know who I actually am, Eddie.” 

Besides a fucking monster, from somewhere else. 

(At his lowest, in the dark of the house in the middle of the night, Steve turned himself back into his base form. 

The thing he was--or at least thought he was--before he’d been kidnapped. 

Stared at himself in the mirror and felt only terror, because he didn’t recognize himself. )

Eddie stepped up, gently took one of Steve’s hands. 

Threaded their fingers together. 

“Okay.” He said, eyes searching Steve’s own. “What can I do to help you find yourself?” 

Steve stared back. 

“I haven’t--I never…” He trailed off faintly, all thoughts of who he had been and who he was impersonating vanishing in the face of his reality. 

That Steve’s life had been so preoccupied with keeping himself safe by living within a lie, he never actually spent any time trying to figure out who he was. 

Eddie seemed to realize this, and nodded once as if Steve’s expression was an answer in and of itself. “It’s okay. I mean it. It’s a big thing, and it’ll take you some time, but I’ll be there with you if you want me to be.” 

Steve sniffed.

“Even if I turn into a car again?” 

Eddie laughed softly. ‘Yeah Sunlight. Even if you scare the shit out of me by turning into a car again.” 

“They’re emergency purposes only.” Steve said--and he meant it. 

(The fear of getting stuck as something non-human had terrified him so badly the car incident had left him puking up his guts for two days after, nerves shot.) 

“Now about changing into that courthouse clerk…”

#fun fact about the first mimic steve #outside of my editor #no one seemed to catch that Steve morphed into his “dads” car #Mimic steve #it does have a happy ending #but theres like a SLEW of trigger warnings #I still tried to make it funny though lmao #morbid comedy used to be my jam writing wise and while it usually only comes up #when im writing for the Everyone's A War Criminal And Murderer At Best Fandom (TFs) #it spills out into ST sometimes lol #steddie #like its pre steddie but much like chokechain where they kinda already know theyre into each other we kick pretty fast right into actual #steddie with a side of #monsterfucker Eddie Munson

[furinzii]

pasting this from my discord sooo

(tw mentions of s/h)

hey guys

I'm aware of what's going on on twt rn and to anyone that was worried, I am okay now. I wanna say though that I NEVER spread any dpriv account around publicly and I only told like. Several people who I trusted. Yes I blocked their dpriv but that's because they're known for block evading and I didn't want that, soo.

I don't care if you hate me or whatever for doing whatever it is that you think I did, but I love all of you.

BUT I'M SO FUCKING DONE W TWITTER OH MY GOD an app has never made me wanna kms more

tw genuine s/h

and no I was not guilt tripping.

but that's not important. I'm so, so sorry to anyone I hurt. Y'all didn't deserve that.

To anyone who still gaf about me lol, I'm gonna be a little inactive publicly for a bit but I'll be back to normal soon.

But.

I will absolutely NOT be returning to twitter.

that app has caused me nothing but constant pain and paranoia and I can't deal w it anymore. sorry

I'm not gonna let myself be hurt by issues caused by an already shitty social media.

conclusion

I love all of you are still w me, and I hope you can find it in you to forgive me if you're against me. Even if I don't deserve it.

Thank you.

#murder drones #murder drones community #sh mention #tw #trigger warning #tw s/h #i fucking hate twitter #twitter sucks #twitter #furinzii

[ash-is-aro]

I realise I haven't talked much about trans stuff on here, but this is important.

WARNING: I will be talking about the murder of trans teen Brianna Ghey, so if that makes you uncomfortable then just don't read this

Brianna Ghey's killers- have finally been named as Scarlett Jenkinson and Eddie Ratcliffe. Jenkinson has been sentenced to 22 years in prison and Ratcliffe 20. The actual murder took place on the 12th February 2023. (I would write the short date but then Americans would think I meant the 2nd of November). At the time of the murder, Brianna's killers were both 15 (they're 16 now) and Brianna was 16. They had been close friends since they were 11. They had a kill list of 4 people. Unfortunately, Brianna made friends with Scarlett. This caused her to come to the top of their list. On the 11th February 2023, Brianna agreed to meet Scarlett in culcheth linear park. When she arrived, Eddie and Scarlett stabbed her at the same time. One of them stabbed her in the stomach and the other stabbed her in the back. They stabbed her more times afterwards before running away. At first, the media attempted to convince people that the motive for murder was Scarlett's serial killer obsession. Now, however, it has been understood that her murder was a transphobic hate crime. I remember hearing it mentioned on the radio once. We had a conversation that went something like this:

Me (having researched the case)- I've heard quite a lot about that case

My mum- yeah it's been on the news a lot

Sister- what happened?

Me- a girl called Brianna was killed for being trans

My mum- it turns out it's not actually to do with them being trans

I remember hearing wanting desperately to tell my mum that a) she should not be using they/them pronouns for a dead trans person who used she/her pronouns because it's kinda fucked up misgendering a dead girl and b) her death was because of transphobia. You can argue that it was because of a serial killer obsession as much as you like but there was a reason that she was at the top of their kill list and that reason is that she was trans. Trans people are dying. Don't you dare to try and feed me any of your transphobic bullshit. Things are not ok.

Thank you for reading to the end. To all of the non cis people reading this, I'm really proud of you and I love you. Keep going. It will get better <3

#transgender #trans rights #brianna ghey #Brianna's death was a hate crime I don't care what you say #Fuck Scarlett Jenkinson and Eddie Ratcliffe #They deserve to burn in hell #I love trans people so much #Things will be ok I promise #Trigger warning: mentions of murder of trans people

[genericpuff]

fp spoilers ahead and a content warning for violence:

hades normally:

hades when he's possessed by his dead dad and threatening to rip his wife's head off:

i rest my case, make murder hobo hades president, rip her head off you beautiful sick fuck-

#sorry i'm being edgy on main but MAN does hades look so much better here #seriously why is hades only drawn this attractive when he's threatening to rip his wife's head off #this is sad #i for one welcome our new evil overlord #at least he knows he's fucked in the head and doesn't pretend like he's nice #murder hobo hades for president 2023 #i'm just so desperate to see persephone lose at this point she's such a boring karen #lore olympus spoilers #lo spoilers #fast pass spoilers #trigger warning violence #tw violence #tw strangling #lore olympus critical #lo critical #antiloreolympus #anti lore olympus

[alilbatflies]

I took part in @thepenultimateword's song-story writing challenge. It was fun!

My assigned song was Scarborough Fair by Simon and Garfunkel, submitted by @wacko-weirdo.

...

The fire cracks and sways, warm against the cold night. The shadows of those gathered around it dance much like flowers in the wind, swaying calmly without hurry. A unique form of slow dancing.

The hunter watches from further away. They could listen in on the conversation if they wanted to, but the sounds all smudge in their head. They barely manage to thread the waters of their conflicting thoughts. They’re tired.

The tree against their back is grounding. It’s the hunter’s only comfort. They don’t think to ask for more. They couldn’t possibly.

The group seems so calm. As if they’ve forgotten that there are still soldiers hunting them. The conversation is light, flickering with laughter like the dancing flames, all-consuming.

…perhaps they wish to forget for a while.

The hunter would much like to forget, too.

“Are you going to join us?”

The hunter looks at their old friend. Old friend doesn’t quite cut it. Neither does lover. Neither does any other label that the hunter has tried over the years. Their friend is simply always there.

Their witch friend.

The witch meets their eyes. The fire reflects in the deep brown that is so familiar to the hunter. Its familiarity offers comfort—comfort, which the hunter is unable to accept.

The hunter can’t bear to look.

They turn back towards the fire. Staring into the light is a bad idea, the hunter knows, for one cannot monitor the shadows blinded. And yet, they look. The blazing flames seem to swallow their worries, to soothe. The fire gazes right into their soul and warms its darkest corners. It all feels alright for a little while.

The witch gently takes their hand. They tug the hunter along, towards the fire.

The hunter’s arm lifts to follow the movement but they do not budge. The tree they’re leaning against is their anchor then. They fear losing their ground. They fear getting lost entirely.

They want to go. They want to let themselves be pulled along, they want to join everyone, they want to belong. They want to belong, to finally, finally…

“I’ve killed too many.”

On someone else’s orders. Because of someone else’s ideals. They didn’t know better.

The blood is on their hands.

I might have killed you, too.

The witch steps closer to them, interlocking their fingers instead. They examine their hand, the knuckles, callouses and scars. Those little wounds that tell the stories, if one can read them well enough.

They run their fingers over the hunter’s bandaged forearm, a ghost of a touch. They were the one who tended to the hunter’s injury that day.

“You’ve helped us get away.” The witch meets the hunter’s gaze. “You’ll help us still, won’t you?”

“Of course.” For you.

The witch keeps staring into their eyes. They might be trying to look right past, into the hunter’s mind and soul. They might just be able to read each and every of the hunter’s thoughts.

The hunter has thoughts. The hunter has many thoughts, flying around in their head, possibly causing more harm than good. The hunter can’t seem to stop them.

The hunter knows nothing of herbs. They know nothing of healing. With each moment passing by, they learn that they know nothing of witches, either. They try to learn.

They were told witches are dangerous. They were told they were vicious, vile creatures, evil beings beyond salvation. They were told death was a witch’s only comfort.

It used to be their only truth. The only thing that could help them carry the weight of their sword somewhat, when all of the life seeped out of another pair of silver eyes. It was their shield when the weight of taking a life threatened to slit them open.

It has all shattered so easily.

The hunter vividly recalls the moment their friend’s eyes flashed silver. Their friend was pushed to the edge, looking to them for help. The pieces fit together perfectly. The soldier next to them lunged forward. Their blow never landed.

The hunter met the others a little later on. The other not so evil creatures, who just want to live.

The hunter knows a little better now.

Witches are curious about the world much like their friend has always been. They bear their own weight, the magic running silver in their blood. They desire to live. To be safe. To be understood. The hunter can relate perfectly.

They try to learn.

“Thank you,” the hunter says.

“For what?”

Thank you for opening my eyes. For trusting me. For not letting me stay in the clutches of their truth.

“Being such a pain in my ass.”

The witch laughs. The sound wraps over the hunter like a soft blanket. Nobody ever told them that a witch’s laugh could heal.

The witch lifts the hunter’s hand. They press a kiss to it, holding their gaze.

The hunter shivers.

“I should thank you,” the witch whispers, “for protecting us.”

“Always.”

The witch pulls them along again. Towards the fire. Towards their family.

This time, the hunter lets them.

#songsandwords #writing challenge #and it was definitely a challenge #i think it turned out pretty good #snippet #writeblr #writing #creative writing #no beta we die like uh... we just die #witches #implied death #implied murder #tw implied violence #i think its very mild but just to be safe #im not sure how to tag trigger warnings but i did my best #fantasy snippet #witch x witch hunter #hunter x hunted

[imaginedreamwrite]

Have a dark/soft!dark prompt:

My wife wanted a vacation away from our daughter for her birthday, a break she called it. I gave her the vacation and she never came back from it. Its been two years and they’ve never found her body. I should consider myself lucky despite all this…

They’ve never found where I hid her body, I get a second chance at a new marriage and my daughter gets a new mommy. Only this time I’m going to do it right…

#dark prompt #dark writing prompt #soft!dark! writing prompt #death trigger warning #murder trigger warning #mentions of death #mentions of death trigger warning

[g0ry0re0]

Here's the full clip I have saved of Josh in Tragedy Girls for @bussyholeicedlikeadonut and anyone else who wants to see our bbgirl covered in blood 😊

TW: for Blood and a Murder Scene below the cut

#josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #tragedy girls #toby mitchell #toby mitchell tragedy girls #tw #trigger warning #tw blood #tw murder #katykat235 #g0ry0re0 #tiktok

[faux-ecrivain]

Frightened Ex x Yandere reader

“When Cupid gets it wrong, goodbyes can be messy.” - that private eye who worked for the HPD for thirty years from that one episode of Hawaï Five-O where that girl in a red dress died and the private eye was narrating the story

(Trigger warning: murder, death and amputation are mentioned/implied.)

(Also, you, the reader, are the yandere here)

(Sixteenth Official Post)

(Merry Christmas)

(Happy Holidays)

(name is Anthony)

          When you and Anthony first started dating he thought you were an absolutely wonderful person, he admired you and would go out of his way to please you. Then just 4 years into your relationship, you started to behave… strangely. You were more possessive and would often isolate him from his friends (regardless of gender).     

         Sometimes, you would makes jokes about locking him up and killing all his friends, which made him very uncomfortable. Luckily, after expressing his discomfort, you quit joking like that, but now he was wary around you and he was considering breaking up with you. However, when he expressed this decision to you, you informed him that you wouldn’t let him leave and would make sure he knew his place.

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   Anthony’s breath was muffled by his hands, his eyes squeezed shut as he prays that you won’t find him. He doesn’t know why you’re acting like this, treating him like a prisoner and trying to lock him away in your dreary, albeit big, house. He shuffles further into the closet, his knees up and his legs pulled close to his body. Tears fall down his face and he sniffles, what once was a beautiful, loving relationship, was now massacred beyond fixing.

         He listens as you creep through the hallway, he hears your ominous voice call out to him and he fights the urge to run into your arms. Yes, he’s scared, but often when he was scared you would be there to comfort him. Your footsteps grow closer, the floorboards creak and you stop in front of the closet. You taunt him, calling out for him, even though he’s certain you know he’s in there. “Anthony, baby, wheeere are yoou? Are you hiding from me?” Shivers wrack his body the moment he hears a haunting giggle escape your mouth. 

          “That’s not very nice, Anthony. Didn’t your mommy ever teach you manners?” Anthony’s tears fall faster as you bring up his mother, he’s sure you’ve done something to her, probably killed her. You begin moving again, the creaking of the floorboards lessen in volume and he assumes you’ve moved away from the closet. Still, he doesn’t leave and instead waits inside the closet for a matter of minutes. He listens diligently for your footsteps and hopes you won’t come back. 

          After at least 20 minutes have passed he cracks the closet door open, his eyes roam across the expanse of the hallway and his fear lessens once he sees the hall empty. He sneaks out of the closet, quietly closes the door behind him and sneaks in the direction opposite of the way that you went. For a moment, Anthony believes he can escape, he thinks he can make it to the door and run away from you. He thinks he came leave you behind, but he was wrong, so very wrong. 

          His heart stops when you call out to him, your voice smug and haughty. “There you are, baby, trying to escape, again?” He turns around and his body freezes as you approach. His heart beats erratically and he can barely form a single thought in his brain. Then he quickly snaps to when he realizes the distance between you two is slowly closing. He wills his legs to work and, when they do, he rushes off in a random direction. One that will hopefully allow him freedom or a moment’s salvation. 

         You groan when he runs off again, it was getting quite annoying and each time he ran it made you want to immobilize him. You snicker at the thought, but since you have no desire to traumatize him, more than you already have, you decide against such an idea. You stalk after him, taking your time as you knew he was likely lost in the maze of a house you own. Your throat vibrates as you begin to hum, a tune much too joyful for the present time. You hear Anthony crack open the door to the left wing of your house, well it isn’t actually your house, but does that really matter? 

          Anthony closes the heavy mahogany door behind him and wince at the loud slam it releases. He wrings his hands together and begins to walk down the darkened hallway, he’s never seen this part of the house before, it’s all worn down. He exhales and continues walking, his eyes glancing around his surroundings and taking in the strange decorations hanging up. Some of them seem entirely too old for such a modern house, some seem to be straight from the eighteenth century. 

          He doesn’t have time to dwell on your strange interior choices, as he hears the mahogany doors creak open and slam shut. His hearts begins to race, once more, and he knows you’re near. He fears that he might never escape and that you would catch him. He’s so scared, so frightened. He doesn’t know what to do, should he run or should he hide?

(I know everyone voted yes go back to my old style, but I didn’t know how else to write this oneshot. Don’t worry though, I’ll still listen to you guys and will continue writing in my old style, but I might also write this way.)

(Hope you enjoyed and hopefully you guys are excited for the next part!)

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(Don’t worry, I’m going to post all three (or two) endings, I just need to know which one you want first.)

(Expect another post around 12:30 this afternoon)

#my writing #enjoy this short fanfic! #oc #oc x reader #Darling x Reader #Possibly Yandere x reader #Trigger Warning implied death #Trigger warning implied murder #Trigger warning implied amputation #Trigger warning #Anthony could become yandere #But right now though that’s your job #fanfic #Choice poll #Poll #x reader #Anthony my oc #Sixteenth official post #gn reader #gender neutral reader

[jazzstarrlight]

My Immortal - Chapter.1 Page.5

Death by death, clone by clone, a piece of his mind wanders off on it's own. Heart to heart, hand in hand, only a friend can bring piece to this man. ...and maybe a hug or two.

9 13, 19 15 18 18 25, 21 26 9.

(poor Dobi.) [No humans were killed in the making of this fire. Only injured and very few were hospitalized.]

Am I doing the right thing by continuing this story? Well, can't stop now. Gotta keep it up. So enjoy some good angst!

#murder drones #my immortal #md au #My immortal au #serial designation n #tessa james elliot #Death montage #Trigger warning: self-harm #Fire is pretty #comic page #Page 5 #Dobi the house drone

[originalleftist]

(Content Warning: Self-Harm/S***ide).

The labeling of Nex Benedict's murder as a "suicide" by Oklahoma officials, and seemingly most media outlets' unthinking repetition of this, as well as of the narrative of a "fight" (implying equal guilt on both sides) has filled me with a specific kind of rage that I have seldom felt since Trump was in office. I genuinely feel the desire to do violence. I won't, and I know it would likely be worse than pointless, but the feeling is there.

And you know what, even if it was a "suicide", it wouldn't fucking matter. I know for most people it's probably just an excuse to victim-blame and let the murderers off the hook, but if a child commits suicide after being bullied and beaten by their classmates, THAT'S STILL A FUCKING MURDER.

Nex Benedict, trans indigenous child, was murdered by fellow students, with the indirect complicity of school staff, the State of Oklahoma, the Republican Fascist Party, and the Christian Right.

#Content Warning #Trigger Warning #Trans #Indigenous #Stand With Trans People #Stand With Indigenous People #Nex Benedict #Oklahoma #Republican Child Abusers #Republican Murderers #Every Trans Suicide Is A Murder #Christo-Fascists #Media Collaborators #Trans Men Are Men #Trans Boys Are Boys #Trans Women Are Women #Trans Girls Are Girls #Non-Binary People Are Non-Binary #Two-Spirit People Are Two-Spirit