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#tw; murder mention
velvetnviolentviolets · 10 months
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  @mercyandaminute​
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Five Lawyers. Kathrine had been through five lawyers and with each new dive into her case she had become more and more convinced that there truly was no way out of this. It became easy to become despondent, even downright catatonic at times. Once she had gotten to lawyer number two it all just become one big cosmic joke and she- she was the butt of that horribly crafted attempt at comedy. By lawyer three she herself became the reason they dropped the case. She had become the unhinged man-eater all the news outlets had dressed her up to be.
 She was that she-devil that lead that poor little senators son astray with sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Forget what he had done to her. . .what he tried and did again. . .In the end she knew everyone was paid off. The judges, the guards , and likely every lawyer that would stand at her trial. 
The closer Senator Marks came to running for presidency-- the harder all those paid vipers tried to push her case along, get her put down and out of the way.
  Kats eyes narrowed, a predator's smile pulled her lips into a perfectly practiced smirk as she watched Lawyer number 6 move through the door way, anxiety very clear under the confident mask all of them seemed to hide behind.
“ How nice of them to send me something so.--pretty . . .Feels kind of like a last supper of sorts.”
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julianobungus · 10 months
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Amity is cuckholded by Luz with Philip, her enemy of all people.
He even sends her videos of him fucking Luz in a much rougher and non-vanilla way to show her that he is a better lover to Luz than Amity ever will be.
Worst yet for Amity, Luz is enjoying it and crying out many lewd and lovey things to Philip.
She's absolutely devastated seeing her 'awesome girlfriend' getting it on with someone else - with a man no less - and seemingly having the time of her life doing it. It's hideous and heart-breaking all at once, and she knew she should have left the human a long time back.
And the constant videos he sends on a seemingly weekly basis just make it all the more worse for her. As though she was nowhere near as good a lover as she thought she was. She wants to be sick.
As she sits there drinking, Amity holds up the knife from the kitchen drawer, examining it lazily, and wonders how it'll feel when she plunges it into Luz's neck.
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xtinyslip · 11 months
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everything was moving as it should and that made mark happy. not overly because he never let himself get to carried away but this was a good start. the one lose end mark was only just hearing of was bailey. guys only purpose was to be a massive pain in the ass. “came as soon as i heard about bailey. i showed you what i did to him, there wasn’t much left of him to come back. guess here there’s no guarantees.” hoffman didn’t feel like this had been a fuck up on his end, he’d tried to make sure that there was no way bailey could return. he’d done his job, still it wasn’t finished. “you want something done about him? sad fucks walking around as a traffic cop, no memories.” hoffman had it confirmed before he brought the news back to edgar. besides, it wasn’t the only thing he was here for. sure, the boswick situation was already arranged but strahm seeing the kid? well, he’d let edgar take point on this one. still, didn’t hurt to know his thoughts. “another thing. strahm requested to see the kid once we got the doctor here. i agreed but this is your side of it. not mine. presumed you’d want some fun with it?” @lcvenderhcze
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stillgrxwing · 2 years
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💆‍♀️   for  your  character  to  tuck   a   strand   of   my    muse’s   hair    behind    their    ear (daemon & rhaenyra)
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Rhaenyra instantly pulled away from her husband. She knew it was unfair because he wasn’t the one to blame. He hadn’t been the one who had brought Aemond and Allicent back here. But, Rhaenyra was completely HAUNTED by what she had witnessed when she had seen the two members of her ‘family’. Her bitch of a step mother, and her asshole of a half brother, that had spent more time making her blood boil. “What fuckedup individual brings THEM back.” She fnially choked out, raking her hands through her hair and yanking. She was ANGRY to say the least. No, this went above anger. “Our boys, our sweet boys, the ones who were fighting for GOOD. Who were washed away at sea, EATEN BY DRAGONS, WATCHED THEIR MOTHER DIE.” Rhaenyra sniffled, the last thing that she wanted was for those two to BREAK HER DOWN THIS MUCH. “No, they had to bring back Allicent and Aemond, they don’t DESERVE IT.” She insisted.
@bcssbitchs​
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igcttabe · 2 years
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“why don’t you shut the fuck up, einstein, because i know what i’m doing.”
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“DO YOU?” tensions were running high and that’s because the two of them couldn’t have found themselves in a shittier position than this one. neither of them wanted to be here and so mark wouldn’t take what john just said personally, it didn’t mean he would just take it though. “’cause the kid’s still alive in there? hum? when she should be dead and long fucking gone.” she was obviously scared and smart girl because what she was about to be put through wasn’t going to be nice. it wasn’t going to be quick either because they couldn’t afford to get a single fucking thing wrong so, they’d have to take their time with her and make this look exactly like how they needed to. “JOHN,” he moved forward, bringing a hand to grip his brother’s shoulder firmly. this was the last thing he wanted to be doing either but he could do it. he could walk in there, do what he needed too and drink it off till he started work in the morning. he’d tell himself it was just another day. john had a family, people he needed to get back to so this was different for him. “go back to the farm. spend time with the kids? with your new girl? I CAN HANDLE THIS.” @bcssbitchs​
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moonydabest · 2 years
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I learned a new word today! ^^
MULCAR!
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Ps. I am under the impression that this word means murder, my spanish-speaking mutuals please correct me I wanna know what murder means in Spanish.
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ivyxmantled · 2 years
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❝ I can’t break the cycle . ❞ (DIANA & ANGIE)
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“What cycle?” Diana asked, narrowing her eyes. Admittely, Diana had been absent from what was going on. She had heard about the farm, she had been one of the few people to be there when Marv Boswick had shown up and she had been the one to call. And curse it, if she hadn’t seen what it had done to the other police who had shown up and she had wanted to know what had happened to MATT. But, he had disappeared. She had heard he had been the reason that Bos had died. But, she hadn’t believed it for a second. Matt wasn’t that type of person. “You only can’t break it if you refuse to. If you believe you can, then you will. I can try to help you. TRUTHFULLY.” 
@bcssbitchs​
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incorrectbatfam · 2 months
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Jason: Okay, so get this.
Jason: You make ten meals, you're not a cook.
Jason: You make twenty paintings, you're not an artist.
Jason: But you kill ONE PERSON—
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Fun fact; Martha has no idea their previous doctor is dead, or for that matter was killed by Corvus. She didn't tell him to take revenge on her behalf and likely never would have told him to do so, if she knew what he was planning to do she likely would have forbidden it.
Despite the fact it was a grievous betrayal; Martha values the lives of others and she sees life as something precious. To not be taken lightly. She wanted to leave it be.
Corvus on the other hand was a mercenary. He finds most people to have an overinflated view of their own importance in the world and taking a life means little to him; especially when it's out of revenge.
He killed Gideon without Martha's knowledge, out of anger, and never plans to tell her what he did.
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Nightmares and Untold Stories
Perhaps sometimes it was going to be easier. Perhaps, it would even be a breeze. To wake up from seeing the bodies presented to him as if he should be proud of what had happened. Almost like a vat bringing home their hunt for their family. Only it was so much worse than that. And it was something he never wanted to repeat. Alas his mind had something else entirely planned each time he went to sleep.
Jogo wished the water helped. He wished that the cool temperature hitting his heated skin as he stood at the sink helped. That, cupping it in his hands and then splashing it up across his face somehow made all of the memories run away as fast as he had wanted to. As far as he had wished he could have escaped. But it didn't. Now his shirt was wet with fresh water instead of sweat. At the least, the cold helped bring down the heat against his forehead.
How long did they say this would last? Anything from weeks to months and years. There was no time on how awful the dreams would be and how much they would keep him awake at times where he desperately needed sleep. All it was doing now was melding with old things he had been trying to bury. Bringing the past back to make him fear things that weren't even possible to reverse.
The disapproval of his parents? That was ancient to him by now, that had sailed and nothing could ever bring their actual approval to him. So why was his mind pushing at that again? Extra fuel for the fire, he supposed. More to get his blood pumping than anything in the real world, even. The loss of friends? Done. Mourned, grieved and celebrated. Sometimes all at once.
Maybe his walls were too thick. Maybe the happy face he put on, was something that was holding him back from letting the pain finally fall. Maybe. But that wasn't good enough.
A Maybe wouldn't stop him from seeing people who he thought were safe, being crippled with a quirk that he couldn't explain. It certainly wouldn't bring back those he watched murdered while begging for their lives, almost blowing his cover and putting his own life in danger at the same time.
Jogo would forever count those he couldn't help. But it was no longer just the students he would fail in his career but the people he was foolish enough to promise he could get them out. A list that grows each time he finds their families, and tells their part of the story. A story that would never be told entirely.
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xtinyslip · 1 year
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@lcvenderhcze​ continued from here.
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“only because i revealed myself to you. otherwise? you wouldn’t have known anything. would you? no. you’d still be bringing me coffee like the good work friends that we were.” that was what he was going to tell everyone if they came his way regarding mark’s disappearance. that the last time they had seen each other, they had coffee and a good heart to heart about their partners. it was all anyone needed to know and just to make it that little bit easier for people to believe. it had all happened right at the station for people to see. “it doesn’t matter what they want to stand for.” he shrugged. “they won’t do anything. ghostface has their favourite detective and… he may be close to a particular friend of theirs.” wayne wasn’t even referring to gale because he would only bring her up if absolutely necessary, otherwise he planned to leave her out of it. no, he was referring to chad. “or maybe your wife is happy to see her friend happy and not pining after the man who doesn’t remember her? we’re going for wine at yours. believe it or not... that’s up to you but it’s happening.” it wasn’t but he wouldn’t let it go either because why should he? wayne would tell him whatever he wanted to hear because -- no one else was going to hear it so who gave a fuck? not him. “let’s see? all those poor souls that were killed in new york? that was all me and if that shit show was enough for you people? wait till you see what i plan to do here.” nothing. that was his plan... empty. nothing. still, this do gooder didn’t know that so it was fun to screw him around. “would you like that signed?” figuring that’s why he was asking. “i think we’re joint for that award. at least i’m not the asshole who abandons his kids with a big scary killer still on the lose. huh? at least i didn’t make empty promises to keep them safe like i’m sure you did. i bet they sure miss their dad, huh? that’s okay, they won’t have to miss you for long. do you have a preference on who you want to be reunited with down here first?” it was easy to be this way, it was easier to be the cold hearted bastard than it was to be the caring person he used to be many years ago. “gale told me she wants her fresh start to be with me. now what does a fresh start imply to you? that she wants to run back to the same man or that she’s ready for someone new?” perhaps he had been to defensive there, he didn’t want to open up any cracks that this fucker could slip through and use against him. even if gale was one. even if he hated that she was. “no. i’m good. i’d offer the same advice to you but...” he gestured to the cage. “you wouldn’t get very far.”
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stillgrxwing · 2 years
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❝  you’ve  always  been  good  to  me.  ❞ (from nic nevin)
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“I...” Gigi froze, her feet completely rooted in one spot. Truth be told? She didn’t know what to do, her hands were shaking as much as she had WILLED THEM to stop, and she felt as if she couldn’t even breathe. Was this her mother in front of her? The mother who she had wanted to avenge, the one where she would have hurt or even KILLED for? The one where Yelena was the only thing holding her onto some sort of hope and life? And yet, it hadn’t seemed like her mother had any clue who she was. “I have?” Gigi asked, looking at her mother in confusion. “Do you? Do you even knwo who I am?” The blonde asked hoping that the women would finally click WHO SHE WAS.
@bcssbitchs​
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secondhandmckie · 2 years
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(from betaofthedead oOF) "It's only blood. Only blood."
In the Meme Vault
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“Y-you don't..." Molly shook her head slowly, appearing dazed. He was certainly right; it really was only blood. But it was someone else's blood. Someone that had previously been alive, before she'd gotten her hands on them. And that blood was now splattered and smeared and coating her face and hands. Her trembling, quaking hands.
She shook her head again, feeling weak-kneed. "You don't...understand." She whispered. "I didn't...I've not..." Molly looked up at the behemoth, pale and shaken. "I've never killed anybody. He was alive, Beta, and I just..."
Her hands raised to him, as though seeking his help with the crimson stains. "It's on me."
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hiddcnsclf-a · 2 years
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I've been thinking about a thread/maybe event(?) where Evan is forced to kill her mom and someone either catches her or she calls for help. I think it would be fun and heartbreaking but also make for some beautiful character growth for her
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ivyxmantled · 2 years
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‘there’s nowhere else i’d rather be.’ ( mama joyce & eleven )
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“You shouldn’t want to be here with me. I’M A MONSTER.” Yes, only a monster would have done what she had. Only a monster would have saved another monster. She had to believe it was true, that she herself, was truly a monster. “You shouldn’t want to be anywhere near me. You shouldn’t want Will or Jonathan near me. You shouldn’t let HOPPER near me.” And the thought killed her that she could be going without her father. “People want me dead, people want me hurt. I won’t let all of you get sucked into that.”
@ragdclls​
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 22 days
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afton'd reader sets a man up to be straight up point blank Murdered and honestly, good for them, wish i could do that when someone flirts with me when im working smh
(i say that like i've been flirted with more than maybe two times in four years of customer service type shit)
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