#tw: reference to murder

[oroniusn]

fuck romance, give me a T4T QPR where we’re both absolutely insane cannibalistic murderers who help cover for each others crimes and maybe own a bakery together

(Guys this is intended to be in real life not fanfic, I just have a severe lack of empathy and find the idea of cannibalism appealing)

#PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE #aroace #ace spec #ace #asexual #aro #aromantic #aro spec #tw cannibalism #murder mention tw #please i want a qpr so bad i’m gnawing at the drywall #Begging on my hands and knees #Slight Sweeney Todd reference I just rewatched it :3 #Mr. Todd is trans and aroace #i really believe that

[coinandcandle]

"It's just a word," you say about the slur that doesn't even refer to you.

You know it's not just a word, we know that you know it's not just a word.

That word has blood built into its history.

That word has left death in its wake.

That word has dehumanized people, denoting them as less than.

That word is not yours to decide if it is truly "just a word".

That word has not been a knife thrust into your gut, twisting every time you hear it again.

That word has not been used to degrade you or tell you that you are no better than garbage. That you'd be better off dead.

These slurs that you so easily claim as "just" words have been the last words someone hears before they're beaten before they're killed--before they're ripped from this plane of existence for simply being.

These are not just words, behind them are ideologies that kill people.

#tw: death mention #bigotry #tw: death #tw: murder #Obviously if you didn't know something was a slur this doesn't refer to you unless you continue to use it afterwards #rant

[aychama]

Hammer.

Timelapse:

#cult of the lamb #cotl #this is the one that killed me #that’s my blood on the hammer #cotl lamb #aychama #Timelapse #that perspective alone on the hammer #murdered me #when u think about it it’s like easy to understand #but I didn’t use any references #like the hard headed idiot I am #so this is the only art piece I’ve made that gave me a headache #cw blood #tw blood

[buryitfar]

// Tw: Blood, Gore

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You should be grateful thatI won’t waste a good meal.

#murder drones #murder drones art #serial designation n #murder drones cyn #brotherly bonding #brotherly moments #tw g0re #tw eyestrain #tw blood #yes this is a butcher vanity reference #I LOVE BUTCHER VANITY

[very-uncorrect]

Btw if you vote "other" please elaborate in the tags I'm curious!!

#polls #poll #tw death #tw murder #tw sex #i was thinking of using this phrase in my writing but I'm worried it'll be taken the wrong way #(I'm especially worried because in the writing it's referring to a CHILD who has killed many people) #(but I'm very worried it'll be misinterpreted) #writing #original writing #creative writing #writblr #writeblr

[helpfandom]

Platonic yandere dad riddler (2004) as daughter reader

Riddler is quite the interesting character, since this version would be more apprehensive to a mean reader, so reader would have to be more of the nicer variety.

Perhaps Reader was one of the few that recognized him as the scientist E. Nygma, but weren't apprehensive for him being a criminal. Someone you knew was in that Gotham University and you met him before, and then you met him. He was interested in seeing if you had an aptitude for puzzles or logic like him. Even if his darling doesn't, he's sure to be able to teach you!

He's already been shown to be tech-smart, so he would most definitely watch you through cameras and the like, watching how you treat people and see who he needs to take out since they can't teach you the right way. Teachers are the ones mostly taken out by him.

After the events of Riddler's Revenge, he would kill people by trapping them in the storage containers much like the one he was trapped in with Batman.

Speaking of Batman.

Riddler would take extra care for his obsessions with you never to be found out, and what I mean by that is that he leaves the most amount of clues without meaning too. Of course, Batman is quite perceptive of this and realizes, especially since Robin mentioned you before. He remembers Robin telling him something about a classmate who keeps finding puzzles in their locker...

Batman quickly finds out and is quick to ask Robin to watch over you just slightly, "just make sure that they {Reader}, don't accept the puzzles."

Riddler's offended if you throw them away, and when he sees that Robin is persuading you to toss them... Well. Not even Mr. Freeze could ice his wrath.

He tries to kill Robin.

So anyway, after the Boy Wonder and the Furry stop him from icing the 'brat', he goes to you and asks why you let that insufferable BRAT manipulate you into throwing away his gifts. When he realizes that you don't know he existed / was obsessed with you, he kidnaps you.

Honestly, he doesn't understand, he's a lil' delulu but we love him.

He wouldn't be like BTAS! Riddler because he wouldn't let you have the chance to escape, although he enjoys the thought of testing your mind, he doesn't want to give Batman the chance to hurt you / take you away from him.

"C'mon Adolescent, I can't let you go outside, for you see, the Batman is lurking around trying to capture you away from me."

#platonic x reader #platonic yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #platonic #tw yandere #headcanon #yandere #yandere riddler #yandere batman #yandere batman 2004 #batman 2004 #attempted child murder #robin almost forking dies #robin is referred to as 'brat' #Helpfandom's writing

[op3ra]

creature of the vines

#HE IS NOT A JACK-O-LANTERN. HIS NAME IS *RUSTY* #<- reference #god i still think pumpkin gore is so cool #pumpkin monster rusty is a concept from last october but i couldn't execute it well back then #but now.... there he is #murder at the op3ra #art or whatever #starlight express #starlight express fanart #stex #rusty the steam engine #goretober #pumpkin gore #mild gore #tw: gore #gore tw

[queerbauten]

What's really interesting about Amanda Palmer's current both-sidesing/peace-and-loving/etc.-ing of the ethnic cleansing of Gaza is that when she went to Israel in 2013, she allegedly went on a tour lead by former IDF members aimed at exposing the evils of the occupation! Guess it wasn't super effective!!

#also the way she later referred to the Palestinian plight as 'the other side of the story'... yuck! #Amanda Palmer #Israel #Palestine #Breaking the Silence #I'd heard before that they're not super effective at promoting the Palestinian cause #and I guess Mx. Palmer is an example of that!! #genocide tw #violence tw #war tw #death tw #murder tw #text heavy #watch this post get nowhere near the amount of notes the ones about her ex got

[rainycat2]

Though I Could Not Stop For Death / Death Kindly Stopped For Me

A Danny Phantom x DC Comics Crossover fic!

Chapter One: Beginnings

Perfection, for most people, was an unattainable dream. “Practice makes perfect”, they would say, knowing that perfection was something that would always slip out of their grasp, a wisp of smoke on a cool Autumn evening. An ideal to live up to, to work towards. Similar to how the world viewed Superman-- the “Big Blue Boy Scout” indeed. He was a paragon of humanity, a person to look up to, to strive to be like. Compassionate, strong, better than man.

Perhaps it was strange that from birth, he knew he would have to be perfect. Grandfather and Mother would accept nothing less from the elder son, after all. Twins had been unexpected, but a delight nonetheless-- an age old saying of “the heir and the spare” had worked in their favor. On the off chance the elder twin of the two boys was not up to par, the “spare” would be trained to take over for him. He would have his own role, otherwise, when they grew up to be adults.

One, the Demon Head. The ruler of the League of Assassins. The other, the Batman of Gotham City. Both ruthless and merciless in their own ways, inheriting their birthrights.

Life, or perhaps Death, had other plans.

----

Silent as a ghost, he had been called. Trained since he could walk to not make a sound, to keep your breath quiet so as to not be discovered. Stealth and secrecy ran in his blood, and he would be damned if he were to fail the mission. At home, for now, watching his brother train, snow fluttering across the sky in drifts. It was cold, but not so much as to be irritating; besides, he had trained in colder conditions than this. His eyes tracked his brother’s movements, his steadiness with his katana. The slight hesitation in his movements that ultimately led to his feet swept out from underneath him, a foot planted on his chest and a blade at his throat. From here, he could see the blood well up on his brother’s jaw. An unfortunate cut, but a shallow one. It shouldn’t scar.

Though that could hardly be said the same for himself. On his last mission, the target had gotten feisty. A graze of a knife to his cheek, leaving a faint raised line on his jaw. Well, another way to tell them apart, he supposed.

Warmth on his shoulder, a faint pressure. “Watching Damian again, habibi?” Amusement in her tone, a relaxing of his shoulders. “You have your own training to watch.”

“He still hesitates,” Danyal murmurs, blue eyes fixed on his brother as he went through his stances. Tracing his movements, cataloging the weak points. “Favors his left.”

“I know, my son, but he will learn, whether of his own determination or through his tutors,” she hummed, squeezing his shoulder slightly. “How was your last mission?”

“Successful. I will admit to a slight miscalculation, but the target was neutralized with none the wiser. I retrieved our information and have given it to Grandfather as of this morning,” he reports, shifting his weight slightly.

“Good.”

They fell silent, watching the younger of the twins silently before Danyal turned, a murmured apology as he left for his own training session. His blade, an extension of his own body, singing through the air in time with his soul. Hesitation brutally snuffed out, nothing but the rigorous, merciless clash of metal as he fought. A kick to the side, breath wheezing out in the frozen morning air.

Danyal stood tall over his opponent, sword at their chest until they yielded. Only then did he sheath his blade at his hip, then offer a hand up.

Clapping. He turned, bowing when Grandfather came into view. “You have done us proud yet again, Danyal.”

Pride raced through his veins, straightening his spine. “Thank you, sir.”

“Walk with me.” A quick jog to catch up to his Grandfather’s side, straightening and standing tall in the man’s all-knowing gaze. “What do you think of Damian’s progression?”

Confusion, eyes blinking at the question. Caught off guard, can’t let it happen again. He’s better than that. “I’m… sorry, sir?”

“Don’t apologize,” the Demon Head instructed. “You observe your brother’s training when you can, especially after returning home to us from a mission. You are both still at an age where imperfections can be smoothed out. I would like to know your opinion on how Damian’s training is progressing.”

“Of course.” Danyal took a moment to think, recalling trends and patterns he had witnessed over the years. “Damian… is still too compassionate. He hesitates, unable to commit to the possible action of injuring his tutors, of causing their deaths. In his role, it will serve him well, I suppose, but as an assassin… it could very well mean his own demise,” he mused. “His hesitation will get him killed.”

Ra’s was silent for a few moments. “Thank you, Danyal. You are dismissed.”

“Yes, sir.”

----

Snow crunched under their boots, blades crashing and ringing in the evening light, the courtyard illuminated by torches. Bystanders observing, watching intently to see who would give first.

A test, Grandfather had called it. Of Damian’s willingness to wound, of how deep his hesitation went.

But it was Danyal’s hesitation that caused it all.

He would not hurt his twin, he realized as their blades locked again, looking into Damian’s eyes. Seeing the fear, the desperation to please reflected back.

A moment’s pause, not moving when he should have, when he knew he could--

A gasp. The courtyard fell silent.

Red. Red on his hands, on the blade, seeping out of his clothes-- good thing they were black, it would wash out-- red staining the snow.

Panic above him, Damian frantically trying to keep his attention, eyes welling up with tears.

Danyal smiled.

----

“Not quite yet.”

Hands, cold cold hands, yet somehow warm, welcoming. Comforting. He could see green in his fading vision, swirling, neon otherworldly green. It reached out to him, curled him close.

Welcomed him home.

“Time out.”

---

The silence of the early morning, children awake, yet not leaving for school. Birds twittering in the trees, singing their songs to those who would listen. The haze of dawn slowly lifting, the cold of concrete and brick at his back. The creak of a door, something heavy hitting the ground in shock.

“....Mom! Dad! There’s-- come quick!!”

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura, @fisticuffsatapplebees (love that), @screamingtofillthevoid (in a sense i'm workin on the "dude you got fuckin rabies" bit)

NEXT CHAPTER: ==>

#dp x dc #fanfic #dp x dc fanfic #Though I Could Not Stop For Death #heretofore referred to as TICNSFD #my fanfic writing #TICNSFD #that's a tag now i guess #dpxdc #danny damian twin au #tw death #tw stabbing #tw injury #tw murder #tw canon typical violence

[westeroslive]

with  the  castamere’s  success,  something  green  and  ugly  blooms  within  the  hearts  of  many.  the  last  of  her  family,  the  last  of  this  generation  that  would  be  allowed  within  the  dragonpits  for  their  chance  to  claim  a  dragon,  and  yet  not  the  last  valyrian  of  her  generation.  no,  so  many  stand  amidst  the  crowd  watching  as  the  burnt  emerald  creature  landed  ahead  of  them,  torn  silver  wings  propelling  it  forward,  with  long  trampled  envy  revving  up  within  them.

  still,  the  party  carries  on  and  the  envious  remain  silent  in  their  anger  -  some  considering  speaking  upon  it,  others  preparing  to  push  it  back  down  -  and  three,  putting  a  plot  into  action.

  a  trio  enters  the  pits,  but  only  one  survives  them.

  the  first  holds  within  him  the  feeling  of  entitlement  -  for  he  knows  what  he  deserves  and  will  get  it  no  matter  the  cost.  he  had  long  ago  been  refused  even  the  chance  to  request  entrance  into  the  pits,  and  in  the  time  that  had  passed  since  he’d  let  the  envy  thicken  and  rot  until  it  had  fought  against  his  ability  to  see  reason  in  the  face  of  the  castamere  maiden’s  success.  his  entrance  into  the  pits,  flanked  on  either  side  by  a  friend  and  a  protector  respectfully,  is  marked  by  no  applause  as  has  been  done  early  that  very  day.  instead  there  is  quiet,  only  the  soft  echoes  of  rustling  deep  within. 

the  further  they  enter,  the  more  determined  one  becomes,  the  more  unsure  the  next  and  the  more  vigilant  the  third.    

  the  torches  in  hand  grow  vital,  for  how  dark  the  tunnels  become  with  even  the  hints  of  daylight  gone  from  within  them.  a  noise  ahead,  voices,  mark  their  change  in  route  -  taking  a  path  more  maintained  than  the  others.  at  its  end  lies  a  serpentine  creature  of  spiny  azure  scales  and  burned  crimson  accents,  fast  asleep  within  its  place.  their  movement  casts  the  light  of  the  torches  upon  it  and  its  broad  body,  unweathered  by  time  -  reveals  ridged  horns.  their  movement  does  more  than  reveal  it  -  waking  the  youthful  beast  as  it  casts  its  large  silver  eyes  upon  the  trio.

  while  two  step  back  from  it’s  gaze  -  the  first  is  presumptuous,  foolhardy  in  his  beliefs  of  his  divine  right  to  claim  a  dragon.  he  moves  closer  -  hand  reached  out  to  at  long  last  lay  flesh  to  scaled  beast.  

  fire  cannot  kill  a  dragon,  but  the  first  -  the  lord  jacaerys  velaryon  -  is  no  dragon.  perhaps  in  another  life  he  might’ve  been,  but  the  blood  within  his  veins  carries  the  salt  of  the  oceans  -  not  the  brimstone  of  his  ancestors.   thus,  when  the  great  beast's  jaw  opens  -  flames  bursting  forth  -  he  stands  not  a  chance  against  it.

  in  the  end  all  that  remains  of  the  jacaerys  velaryon  is  the  signet  ring  of   valyrian  steel  that  had  belonged  to  the  ruling  lords  of  the  driftmark  for  generations. 

  the  second  can  only  stand  in  abject  horror  and  watch  as  the  flames  grow  close,  biting  at  them  and  scorching  their  flesh.  their  pained  screams  echo  off  the  walls  -  yet  the  lord  garlan  rowan  does  not  die.

  but  the  third’s  pursuit  was  not  so  self  righteous  -  for  they  held  no  vision  of  their  divine  right  by  blood  to  the  dragons  or  desire  to  accompany  their  friend  in  this  task.  while  they’d  accompanied  the  others  with  pretty  words,  their  great  weapon  carried  with  them  with  promises  to  protect  their  companions  should  the  dragons  prove  dangerous,  they’d  held  in  their  mind  a  daring  (  if  potentially  fatal  )  plot  and  the  velaryon’s  death  would  only  prove  their  motif.  

it’s  almost  a  mercy  killing  when  they  cast  blade  to  flesh  -  for  how  they  can  bear  to  hear  the  lord  garlan’s  cries  no  longer  -  and  he’d  never  survive  the  trip  to  a  maester.  

  mark  slashing  young  lord's  throat  is  jagged  -  imperfectly  perfect  as  it  resembles  sharp  claws  of  the  winged  serpent  -  calculated  on  behalf  of  the  last  standing  of  the  trio.  the  young  boy  just  a  casualty  of  war  against  the  dragonlords,  the  seed  that  will  plant  a  rebellion  and  bring  forth  a  new  dawn,  sacrifices  are  needed  -  and  the  third  will  not  martyr  themself,  not  when  other's  fit  in  their  grand  scheme.

  member  of  the  queensguard  will  be  the  last  offering  to  the  gods,  sanguine  staining  the  stones  of  the  dragonpit  deep  crimson,  their  screams  of  pain  are  heard  over  the  festivities  ⸺  screeches  cut  through  the  bone  that  it  summons  guests  to  view  the  spectactle.  and  all  his  fellow  soldiers  will  find  is  his  half  -  eaten  body,  and  his  valyrian  steel  sword  piercing  through  the  dragon's  heart.  instant  kill,  last  act  of  defiance  before  he  is  beheaded  in  the  most  gruesome  way  possible  (  it's  you  and  me  he  decided  when  the  talons  wrapped  around  frame  ).  a  hero's  death,  finally  recognition  beyond  the  grave  ⸻  what  a  lie,  oh  what  a  lie  whispers  number  three  as  they  enjoy  their  wine.

  little  birds  -  sneaky  creatures,  slithering  swift  like  the  reptilian  creatures  lurking  in  the  crevices  of  the  pit,  have  already  informed  the  master  of  whisperers  of  the  events  in  the  darkness  away  from  the  blue  skies.  disclosed  reports  overheard  by  servants  as  rumours  start  to  form,  everyone  knows  everything  but  no  one  knows  the  truth  -  her  highness  the  queen  has  no  other  choice  but  to  set  matters  straight.  an  unfortunate  accident  of  a  too  cavalier  lord  trying  to  claim  what  is  not  his  by  birthright  -  a  heroic  knight  of  her  own  queensguard  saving  the  day,  and  a  half  grown  boy  who  only  wanted  to  please  his  friend,  there  was  nothing  that  could  be  done.  the  valyrian  steel  signet  ring,  she  gives  to  the  family  of  her  fallen  guard  -  token  of  appreciation  for  his  heroic  deed,  trying  to  save  an  innocent  and  a  traitor  against  the  crown.  for  the  queen,  all  matters  were  now  resolved  ⸻  not  for  her  trustworthy  councilors.

OUT  OF  CHARACTER:  THE  CLAIMING

a  popular  vote  within  small  council  led  to  the  queen's  decision  to  continue  the  celebrations  in  honor  of  lady  margaery  -  the  hand  of  the  queen  and  his  wife,  however,  retreated  to  their  personal  tower  in  the  castle.  her  highness  the  queen  then  announced  the  news  of  the  events  but  word  had  already  started  to  spread,  meaning  some  nobles  might  have  heard  whispers  from  the  shadows  already.  after  her  speech  mourning  the  loss  of  lives  and  praising  her  queensguard  for  saving  the  day,  she  retreats  to  her  own  quarters.  the  feast  continues  alas  in  a  more  somber  atmosphere  as  the  guests  dwindle  down  -  the  death  of  multiple  nobles  too  upsetting  to  stomach,  many  eye  the  newly  -  claimed  dragon  warily  -  afraid  to  be  the  next  dragon  snack.  

with  this  our  event  concludes,  old  threads  can  continue  with  no  reference  to  these  events.  any  new  threads  must  be  post  -  plot  drop  reveal  as  life  continues  in  the  light  of  the  deaths  of  lord  velaryon,  lord  garlan,  the  queensguard,  and  the  dragon.    

keep  your  eyes  open  on  the  npc  blog,  we  will  be  treating  you  guys  to  the  final  pièce  de  résistance  of  the  claiming  ...  a  showdown  of  the  ages.

#westeros.event #westeros.claiming #can you spot the references to: #3 + flop era + signet ring #alex said post so i did #tw death #tw murder #tw fire #tw burned alive #tw eaten alive

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

[[ABUSE/NEGLECT MENTION, MENTIONS OF GROWING UP TOO QUICKLY]]

Pokey takes the reigns this time, humming parts of musical numbers as Blinky clings to him.

I wan-want t’ kill Him, I want H-Him de-dead and I dunno how - how but I’ll do it some-so-somehow, I swear-

He gasps through wails, hardly articulate. Pokotho winces.

Don’t…don’t say that, Blinky.

Bliklotep frantically jerks his head side to side. He digs his nails into Pokey’s back.

An-and whoever the f-fuck this m-mo-mother is, she - she couldn’t have - so damn pr-proud of us, l-l-lov-

He dissolves into loud sobs, chest constricting.

-lov-loves is so fuckin’ m-much, where the fuck was she after the B-Box? The theme park, y-your first ap-apocalyp-lypse attempt, huh?! We got no love THEN, did we? We didn’t NEED it!

He’s switched to yelling, not really wanting to.

You - you heard what she said, Bliklotep. This…this hypothetical “mom” can’t…do anything. May-maybe she wanted to, but-

Blinky yanks himself away to cup Pokey’s face, brushing his fingers over his cheeks. Bloodshot and red-rimmed eyes soften when he presses his lips into a tight line.

I raised you.

Pokotho lets himself get pulled closer. Blinky shivers and flicks his thumb across gently.

He did, too.

He tilts his head to Karaxis, who watches them quietly. Bliklotep breathes in.

I raised you, Pokotho. And Wiggog, and Nibblenephim, and Webblin. For centuries. Because I knew He was scary, and so angry. And horrible. There was no one else.

He smiles, and it wobbles.

Just me and Tinky, that was it.

…B-

So, if anyone has any right to be proud of you...I know that Shadow means well, but none of our parents know what went on. We learned this shit on our own. We’re Lords in Black. We control the people in this town, their every move.

Wiggly whispers something inaudible to T’noy.

When we get to Hatchetfield high, we’re gonna show those puny mortals what for. When we get back to the Black & White - because we’re not staying here forever - we are going to have our fun, Tinky’ll get back to messing with his Spankoffskis, you with Matthews, and the Church is going to be so pleased. Got that?

With no other real option, Pokotho nods. He feels a hot feeling curl in his throat. Bliklotep grins.

Perfect.

#tw abuse #tw abuse mention #tw child abuse #tw child neglect #(Is the stuff in brackets at the top the right way to refer to this as? /srs //OOC) #(Also this may seem sweet. And it really is. But them getting back home literally means murder and psychological torture :D //OOC) #Pokotho #Bliklotep #ask blog #rp blog #The Lords in Black #hatchetfield rp #Blog Event: Hatchetfield Citizens

[harveyb-wabbit92]

Slashermas! au:

{In the old abandoned subway tunnels two figures run in the dark, their gasps for air and frantic footfalls echo of the brick walls, when they find an old ticket booth, they duck inside and hide.]

Y/n, wincing as she looks down at he arm that has a large knife in it: *whispering* f-Fuck!

Random dude, reaches to help her.: Is it bad-

Y/n, recoiling from his touch: j-just check if it’s safe...

[The guy complies and sits up to check outside, in the few seconds he’s distracted, Y/n calmly removes the knife from her arm and hands it off the to the large silent figure standing behind her...]

Random dude, sits back down: I think we might’ve lost th- {turns to look at Y/n} -*gasp*

[The guy is horrified when he sees killer in the Litwick mask sitting next to him, before rando has time to react the killer buries his knife into the stunned man’s gut! he expires and as Ingo is wiping his face spreading the man’s blood around a small hand holding a piece of ripped hoodie reaches up starts wiping the blood off his face.]

Y/n: Oy, you guys are so messy!

Ingo, annoyed:...Hrm

Y/n: what? (thinking his upset about her arm.) Oh, the whole jumping in front of your knife thing, that was Emmet’s idea.

Ingo, obviously confused: What idea?

Y/n: Ingo... You did know this whole thing was farce, right? I wasn’t really running away. 

[There’s few seconds of awkward silence before Ingo drops to his knees, and pulled Y/n into a tight hug. Needless to say, Emmet nearly got a boot up his ass for not letting Ingo in on his “Damsel in distress” plan.]

#pokemon #submas #slashermas au #slasher! Emmet #slasher! Ingo #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo x reader #dead before daylight legion reference #Emmet's Damsel in distress plan plays out like this some poor urban explorers stupidly wander into old Nimbasa tunnels #Where they find a 'wounded' and trapped Y/n in some psycho's lair they free her try and help her escape not realizing she's leading them #into the slasher twins trap #TW: blood #tw: murder #tw: manipulation #pokemon incorrect quotes

[antiradqueer-karkat]

pro get thrown in the slammer

#anti radqueer #anti rq #haha funny homestuck slammer reference #if anyone even cares #or remembers that #tw abuse #cw abuse #cw proship #tw proship #tw sui baiting #cw sui bait #sui bait tw #sui bait cw #cannibalism tw #cannibalism cw #murder tw #murder cw #cw murder #tw murder #death tw #cw death #death cw #tw death #cult tw #cult cw #tw fult #< just in case #this is actually insane #how does one believe in literally legalising crimes this is the 'jefferry dhamar is innocent' all over again yall are crazy kids #animals and dead bodys cant consent also cannibalism and murder is not cute bro. its not aesthetic its crazy you are genuinely jaw dropping

[a-drama-addict]

killa you. with violence

#emira emira emira emiRA EMIRA EMIRA #BABY #<- commited much murder #i cannot articulate my love for her but i very much do #also needed to practice with more like battle poses #SO YEET #not a lot of good references tho so this is a mix between two i found #ANYWAY TAKE HER. YOU MISSED HER #allegedly #my art #dao #oc: emira tabris #tw blood

[ljterariness]

tw - themes of murder , thoughts of su!cide

this is just a little deviation from amber-canon , her involvement in the secret history doesn't even lead her into the main plot but i thought it'd be fun to think of how she'd behave if in that situation . to all you canon sticklers don't be mad , she's just a girl and this is just ideas . to help with following along i wrote a little list of the traits i believe amber would have pre-hampden just for some consistency !

- jealous

- complacent

- optimistic

- nieve

- logical

i think she'd be very quiet in classes at first , something about each of their classmates makes her uncomfortable . she does the work at rather an average , doesn't contribute in class for fear of being wrong . she does eventually though , i like to think she'd have to spark a friendship with one of the others first - perhaps bunny or camila . amber would be much more comfortable after that ; perhaps feeling like this is her opportunity to prove herself , that she is worthy of being there .

being involved in exclusivity would subdue the jealousy she'd felt for most of her life , she'd be much less angry at the world and much more subdued . it'd be the first time in her life amber had felt a sense of inclusivity , like she had people to just , exist with . instead of being jealous of each member of the class , she'd admire them , wordless respect .

i believe she'd struggle after the bacchanal ( yes i'm convinced she'd be a part , see point complacent (( if someone she associates with / sees as a friend tells her an idea she's almost bound to agree )) but yes she'd struggle . she resists the urge to leave , go home . amber wouldn't , fear of the word home among a refusal to demonstrate cowardice . she's on edge constantly , doesn't go outside unless she has good reason , it makes her physically sick more often than not . she found her usual optimism drained , everything that she loved about life was enough to make her hate it . she's not proud of herself but she makes it through . that she tells herself it'll pass .

when the death of bunny is approached as a topic , she doesn't actively contest it . she justifies it as logical - a him or us situation . she thinks about su!cide , the idea that she could just get out of it but that too , feels cowardly . tells herself that bunny is the obstacle stopping her from a good year . but of course she feels guilty even to consider it: it felt like there was a distinct line between the manslaughter of an unknown farmer and the murder of someone she considered a friend . she lets it happen , lets the event pass and the guilt come later .

it's like everyone's fine after - from amber's skewed perception anyways . she cries about it a lot , not just sadness for a death , but guilt too . it makes her feel unclean . she sleeps for a day at a time , late assignments and poor eating habits and she's constantly ill . she knows she's cracking , that complacence and "it'll pass" has lead her to something she cannot pass . days pass without her leaving her dorm , and it's like she's 19 again - stuck in her bedroom . but there's no mother to stop her from leaving . but there's guilt in the weight of the door-handle in her palm .

julian leaves and why would she stay in classes after that ? she's ready to leave even moreso now , to cut her losses pack her bags and go to sleep in the silence of her childhood bedroom . and then henry shoots himself and richard's been shot and god why even try ? she doesn't say her goodbyes , not to any of the mismatches friends that she'd bonded with over something so terrible .

she returns to reclucivity , the books in her room and the knowledge of the world she experienced . she sleeps in her childhood bed for days at a time , she drinks when she feels like it and eat when she remembers . it's not a life really , but she lead herself there .

#ljterariness #oc rp #rp #tsh rp #the secret history #tshrp #the secret history oc #oc rambling #tw murder #tw sui reference

[twottie-m8]

me: twottie's requests are open, need to come up with something really good

also me: hehe put kaiba in the fishbowl like morpheus

oh you KNOW the moment he's out the fishbowl it's a massacre

#ask #yugioh #seto kaiba #sandman au #art #my art #doodle requests #tw nudity #he got murder on his mind #and yes i did eyeball a reference #splenderai #clip studio paint