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ephemerasnape · 20 days
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The sight that greeted Victor Rookwood as he exited the Hog's Head that fateful evening would be forever ingrained in his memory.
The street was dark and eerily quiet, and the dapper wizard had just taken a few steps outside the seedy pub before he realized something was amiss, causing him to stop abruptly and survey his surroundings.
"Lumos."
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Continued below...
At first, Victor was more disoriented than anything - unsure that he could trust what he was seeing with his own eyes. The dark wizard blinked a few times in confusion before, slowly, he began to make sense of the gruesome display before him.
Heaps of... dirty rags? Someone has made rather a mess, it seems. . .
No. That's blood.
Blood and worse.
Before him was a scene of utter carnage the likes of which he'd never seen. A slaughter. The lifeless bodies of several young witches were splayed out in the middle of Spire Alley, a spectacle so macabre that even the dark wizard, well-accustomed to death, felt his stomach lurch at the sight.
A ginger witch lay eviscerated. Another's golden hair fanned around her angelic face like a halo. A brunette was positioned face down in a pool of her own blood. A strange-looking witch with odd-coloured hair... Victor shuddered as he recalled that one. He remembered her as having been particularly annoying.
And yet more still.
Sisters in death. Some he recognized outright, a vague familiarity to the rest. Their faces - doubtless once beautiful, now befouled by their own blood. Twisted limbs at grotesque angles. Internal organs now decidedly external.
Gods..
And in the center a... survivor? Victor tentatively stepped forward, perhaps even to offer a helping hand, as the pale witch clad in black gazed up at him adoringly.
"Victor.. I did it for you. For us."
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Rookwood watched, horrified comprehension dawning on his face as the witch released a bloodied dagger she'd been holding. He barely registered the sound of the steel clattering to the cobblestone over the pounding of his heart.
"I love you, Victor."
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violetsandshrikes · 2 years
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Saw this thread and honestly, what a horrific outcome. Thread here and original article here. Her name was Connie Dadkhah.
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notthehero · 1 year
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TW: homicide
The villain sits in their cell, mumbling to themself. They stand accused of murdering a hero -- their arch nemesis.
But they've never killed anyone before. And they couldn't have killed the invincible hero because their power is only resurrection. It's impossible.
They don't know who killed the hero, but they're about to find out. And when they do, that person will suffer for their crimes.
The hero and villain will both make sure of that.
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prettyboybillyhargrove · 11 months
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Sometimes i get bad moods and think to myself. If Billy was alive do you think he could get out without people's help? (Not that they're helping but) like do you think he can leave that piece of shit behind and start a new life? get therapy, start healing, maybe go to university, find a job etc etc idk. Or do you think N*il would beat him to death in a fight? Or maybe worse Billy fuckin riot one day and he kill N*il?
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ikamigami · 2 months
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TW: sensitive topic, mention of suicide
I think that Sun had psychotic episode during the time when he went after Eclipse. Also I think an episode was already in later developing stage when he killed Bloodmoon. He didn't know better. His delusions convinced him that he should do that. The prove is the immense guilt Sun felt after his mind got clearer.
There are many cases of people who commited homicide during their first psychotic break. Studies shows that first psychotic episode can be more violent.
Sun isn't a murderer. He killed but he wouldn't do that in the right mind. Those who sorrounded him at that time did a poor job at helping him. Even if they were caught off guard by Sun's behaviour which I can't blame them for, they still didn't do what they should've done.
I said that before, I'm disappointed that Moon's computer didn't lock Sun in the Daycare. I'm disappointed that Moon acted as if he didn't know Sun. That he didn't realize that Sun normally wouldn't act like that.
And the most important thing is that if it wasn't for Earth's help when she found him in that forest, Sun would most definitely either kill himself or harm himself very badly.
There were many people who thought that Sun didn't have a psychotic episode back then because his decisions seemed to make sense and that he seemed as if he was thinking clearly.
But in reality. The break from reality doesn't always look like that the person who has psychotic episode doesn't know what's going on and is unable to make coherent sentences. Sometimes it's just that those people take actions being deep in their delusions but those delusions only can make them to be certain that the action they make is good. (It's a simplified example)
I'm trying to explain everything as best as I can and I tried to simplify it. I hope that I didn't simplify it too much though.
If you're not convinced by what I wrote here, you can always search these informations by yourself on the internet. It's not hard to find them.
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magicalgirlamyrose · 1 year
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thatonefurryartist · 1 month
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A little user box we made. Feel free to use.
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killed-by-choice · 4 months
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Margaret Smith, 25 (USA 1971)
When New York legalized abortion on demand, the results were catastrophic. People from across the country were lured by the abortion industry and persuaded to undergo the deadly procedure. One of many killed by early legalized abortion was Margaret Smith.
Margaret Louise Smith was 25 and pregnant when she was exposed to the rubella virus, also known as German measles. Afraid of the effects that the virus may have had on her baby, she left her home in Michigan and came to New York. It is unknown if anyone actually ran tests to see if her baby had been harmed.
Infamous abortionist Jesse Ketchum had a criminal career selling illegal abortions for quite some time before New York legalized them. He then went to Buffalo, where he was allowed to endanger women without as much fear of legal consequences.
Ketchum performed a vaginal hysterotomy abortion on Margaret at 10:30 A.M. on June 16, 1971. This method was perfectly legal, but had an especially high maternal mortality rate. Margaret was left almost entirely unattended until 2:00 P.M. when her boyfriend Billy Ray Ellenburg found her unresponsive. Margaret was being allowed to bleed internally even though a hospital was directly across the street. Billy begged Ketchum and his staff to do something until someone finally called the paramedics.
Margaret was taken to the hospital that was just across the street, but she was dead on arrival.
Her autopsy showed that Ketchum had lacerated her uterus and her cervix before leaving her unmonitored. Margaret bled to death.
Margaret’s parents sued for $350,000 and Ketchum was charged with criminally negligent homicide. Until his case went to trial, he continued his career as an abortionist and killed Carole Schaner in a strikingly similar way while awaiting trial for Margaret’s needless death. Despite killing two women and being convicted of criminally negligent homicide, he was sentenced to only three years in prison.
Tonawanda News “Abortion MD surrenders for jail term”
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US District Court, Western New York, Ketchum v. Ward, No. Civ-75-79, 422 F. Supp. 934 (1976) http://www.leagle.com/xmlResult.aspx?xmldoc=19761356422FSupp934_11220.xml&docbase=CSLWAR1-1950-1985
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izanogi · 2 years
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“ I can’t…I can’t ever get the memory of that out of my head.”
chapter 8 was a DOOZY
Sewing Sentiments by @frostedpuffs
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a-feral-jax · 2 years
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My younger brother, our resident Teucer fictive, made this meme and wants to share it
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He made this himself to prove he understands memes
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bxnyi · 1 year
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Run Dogtooth— RUN
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aspd-culture · 1 year
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ASPD (w/ homicidal ideation) culture is nurturing an intimate, almost romanticized relationship with gore that bleeds into your perception of comfort and closeness. Artistic horror porn is such a nice outlet, it mostly keeps me from looking at the real stuff.
aspd-culture is
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theanticool · 1 year
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This..tracks. UFC, Pride, Bellator, ONe, and Strikeforce veteran Phil Baroni arrested for allegedly murdering his girlfriend in Mexico.
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fabiochampioraro · 7 months
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30km from me a man killed his wife, son and mother in law before committing suicide…once again our province makes itself known
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br0therfuckers · 7 months
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thinking about valeria holding my dead body and cleaning my corpse gently idk giving me a forehead kiss that i dont feel bc Im dead . she killed me
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many-but-one · 2 years
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Vent poetry I wrote earlier. Sums up my mood pretty succinctly. TW for mentions of abuse, rape, dissociation, unreality, and suicide/homicide. If Moon Knight is a trigger for you, I do mention it here. Not nicely either, so be aware of that. I know tumblr is going to yoink the quality of the image, so click for better quality. Image ID will be below.
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walking freak show.
I woke up last night and felt a heart that wasn’t mine. Beating out of my chest. Blood circulating through veins I don’t recognize. Recovery is horror. The process of healing tends to reveal previously unknown levels of damage. They tell me that I need to do shadow work, I need to heal my inner child. I want to give my inner children a gun. To fully heal, someone would have to die. I’m not specifying who. I try to lay back down but my mind only fixates on the fact that I’m more comfortable being used than I am being loved.
I AM AMAZING. I HATE MYSELF. I AM NOT REAL. I AM AMAZING. I HATE MYSELF. I AM NOT REAL. I AM AMAZING. I HATE MYSELF. I AM NOT REAL. I AM AMAZING. I HATE MYSELF. I AM NOT REAL. I AM AMAZING. I HATE MYSELF. I AM NOT REAL. I AM AMAZING. I HATE MYSELF. I AM NOT REAL.
I grew claws and fangs to keep myself safe. Now that I am safe they won’t go away. I keep cutting myself on their sharp edges. I don’t need these defenses anymore but my brain doesn’t know how to shut them off. I close my eyes and I’m paralyzed. A flash of white and I feel sick. The true DID experience is never living your life at any moment. So many witnesses but I barely know what they look like. I saw my reflection and I knew it wasn’t me. I posted to my friends about my trauma and someone told me to get raped to death.
TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER. TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER. TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER. TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER. TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER. TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER.
If there is a god, he will have to beg for my forgiveness.
I draw gore so I don’t hurt myself. Do my unhealthy coping mechanisms turn you on? Wait, am I supposed to feel something? Cut open my sternum and pull. Maybe you’ll finally see my heart. You know, it takes a monster to destroy a monster. You made me this way, why are you so surprised?
I CAN’T REMEMBER. I CAN’T FORGET. I CAN’T REMEMBER. I CAN’T FORGET. I CAN’T REMEMBER. I CAN’T FORGET. I CAN’T REMEMBER. I CAN’T FORGET. I CAN’T REMEMBER. I CAN’T FORGET. I CAN’T REMEMBER. I CAN’T FORGET. I CAN’T REMEMBER. I CAN’T FORGET. I CAN’T REMEMBER. I CAN’T FORGET.
My name changes daily, I don’t know who I am. Sometimes I know how to drive and sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I wanna die and sometimes I don’t. I see my wife and I don’t love her anymore. Oh wait, now I do. I am so many and yet I am one, a wolf pack, a team. What is most dangerous to wolves? Humans.
DON’T CRY. DON’T CRY. DON’T FUCKING CRY.
I can’t sleep most nights and all I can think about is you. I fucking hate you. I want to kill myself when I remember your face. Your laugh. Your bare-toothed grin. I say I’m getting better, but am I really? Or am I just blind to my pain every time I go into therapy? I am scared I’m making this up, but how can I be? I’m just a walking freakshow. When people find out I’m more than one they smile and nod. “Like in Split?” they ask. “What’s your trauma?” they ask. “Is it like Moon Knight? I love that show! DID is like a superpower then?” they say. I sigh. I am hurting and feeling like I’m sitting on death row daily, and it’s a game to them. A funny quirk. I’m so tired of it. So so tired.
I DON’T WANT TO BE A FUCKING TRAGEDY.
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That was probably not how to write an image or text ID description but I tried.
If there’s a TW I missed just lmk and I’ll add it. Thanks. Reblogs okay and encouraged.
-Jules & James
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