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Hey, terfblr.
This is what happens when you make trans people use the “right” bathroom.
Are you fucking happy? Is this keeping society safe? These are your big scary transes. Beaten in a school bathroom and dead twenty-four hours later.
#nex benedict#justice for nex benedict#terfblr#terfs do touch#I want you to see this#I want you to read about nex Benedict and honestly tell me that your transphobia is good for society#transphobia#hate crimes#violence#tw for violence
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Source: The Washington Herald, December 2, 1906
#les miserables#victor hugo#lm in america#hugolatre#tw for violence#for whatever the kid is writing in the second paragraph#which I am ignorant of
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Cookie Run Au: Search for the Keeper
So. After a bad battle Timekeeper is badly damaged and ends up in the Kingdom Dimension.
With no memory of who she is or where she came from TC or Clockwork Cookie wanders earthbread. Making clocks and on the run from Rogue TDB agents who want her dead.
It’s a race against time for Croissant Cookie and Stringy Gummy to find their friend before these corrupt TDB agents find her.
#cookie run kingdom au#cookie run ovenbreak#cookie run kingdom#timekeeper cookie#croissant cookie#stringy gummy cookie#cookie run TDB#amnesia Timekeeper#tw for violence#tw for manipulation
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REST IN PEACE, THE HAUNTING’S FREE (Epilogue)
Thank you so much, Haunted Mansion, for being the dose of dark and light that I always need. I can't wait to hurry back and see you again soon <3
And thank you to this fandom for being so supportive and welcoming. It's nice to meet other people with the same appreciation for the ride, no matter how small that group of people may be.
Did any of this fic make sense to you??? I tagged it under "all will be explained" but I always worry my own ideas don't come across in writing. I sure hope it did because this idea of George/Hatbox being in love with but also hating Constance is SO intriguing to me. And of course, this is a Disney fic AND Madame Leota is in it.... so there's magic AND a seance involved so that George feels safe <3
Thank you for reading! Kudos or comments are always appreciated. <33
RATING: M for Graphic Depictions of Violence
Please pop over to Ao3 where this fic is also available! https://archiveofourown.org/works/43721379/chapters/109942566 :)
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She could never escape this perfect life.
Not that she wanted to. No, Constance was far too content with this ghostly waltz they had performed every day since she could remember.
She recalled a soft white bed, a feathered touch. Now it was all so real once again. Her mind, cloudy, phased in and out of the scene before her. Her world tilted on every plane as George spun her to the sound of the grand organ beneath their feet.
“Look at the couples below,” Hightower murmured in Constance’s ear, her gold-blue ringlets brushed aside by his lips. Constance’s eyes followed his hand over the jutting railing to the grand hall below, their grand hall, too many public dances hosted there in another time. Now it almost felt as if they were alone, finally, two ghosts above all the action. Their own ghostly guests of the mansion still moved to the three-count rhythm, but Constance was thankful they were alone and content together on the balcony.
It all seemed like deja vu, like she had done it once before already. The thrill was still there, and Constance simultaneously felt like a queen, a hostess, and a wife.
Honestly, Hatchaway’s impulse of ripping mens’ hearts out had faded like winter fog on the mansion lawn.
“They’re far away from us now.” All of it was so far away, and Constance couldn’t change that. Maybe she was content for once, or maybe things would change again and she would mourn the peace she felt currently.
Constance kissed her husband’s hand as it now returned to her shoulder. “And I have you all to myself, Hatbox.”
#Haunted Mansion#hauntedmansion#constance hatchaway#george hightower#hatbox ghost#spooky#fanfiction#Disney#disney fic#tw for abuse#tw for violence#ptsd#anxiety#but also i love this fandom and would die for the few people in it
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chapter 1 has been uploaded!
#tw for violence#wicked#wicked musical#wicked the life and times of the wicked witch of the west#elphaba thropp#glinda upland#boq bfeeson#fiyero tigelaar#crope#tibbett#avaric tenmeadows#shenshen minkos#pfannee#milla#madame morrible#wizard of oz#oscar zoroaster diggs#gelphie
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Why You Don't Get Between a Caragor and Their Pup (SoW OC Fic)
The first strike took him off guard. The subsequent blows he could easily counter. When three other blokes jumped in to help their mate, Hûra was knocked off his feet when two kicked his legs out from underneath him while the other two tackled him to the ground.
“Hold ‘em still-!”He almost bit his tongue in half as Hûra elbowed him underneath his jaw.
As he breaks free of the initial hold placed on him, he is pinned once more. His vision blackens briefly as a fist connects with his nose. A white-hot ache blooms between his eyes as blood streams down his chin.
"Ain't so tough when yer not hidin' in the shadows, ain't ya, coward!" One laughs as he kicks the uruk in the ribs.
Hûra curses himself for being so careless. Especially now-!
"Ya think ya can murder our captain an' just get a way with it?!"
Another kick.
"Who the fuck do ya think ya are?!"
Another punch.
Hûra's fingers brush against his hidden dagger. All four uruks take turns in kicking and punching him. A well-placed kick to the ribs leaves him winded and open for just long enough for his blade to be wrenched from its sheath and pointed at his bare throat.
"You assassin types are all the same! Weak, cowardly! Can't handle yerself in a true fight, can ya?!"
Hûra's eyes flickered between his attackers. This is the perfect moment to turn the tides in my favour.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four-
He makes eye contact with a familiar set of mismatched eyes.
Gogat was frozen in fear. His mentor- his savor- was being savagely beaten in front of him and all he could do was collapse to the ground in shock.
When his eyes met with Hûra's already swelling and bruised ones the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes finally fell free down his face.
He was pathetic. No, worse than pathetic. Gogat watched Hûra's face change in an instant. His heart lurched in his chest when one of those vagrants stole his dagger and Gogat couldn't stop himself from crying out in terror as it was drawn towards his mentor's throat.
Their heads snapped in his direction.
"Who the fuck-?!"
Hûra crushed his windpipe between his claws.
Any and all careful plotting and patience was cast aside the moment his charge cried out in distress. Hûra can take a beating- a vicious one- but the moment Gogat made his pain known he couldn't care less what would happen to himself.
Gogat was the only one that mattered in this exact moment.
The surge of protective strength that Hûra received was almost dizzying. He felt like he wasn't fully in control of himself. The way he moved, all the pain that he felt before, everything felt as though it was done by another. He was merely a causal observer to it all.
Bodies piled up and though he was still covered in blood there was only one thing that was on his mind.
Gogat...
A brief moment of clarity struck him as he sunk to his knees before the lad. What if he's terrified of him now? Scared that he will suffer a similar fate? Hûra gulped down several mouthfuls of air before he attempted to speak.
"G-Gogat-"
The young uruk latched onto his neck with his skinny arms, wailing as his shock evaporated into overwhelming relief.
"U-UH-'M SO-ORR-RY-Y-!"
Pain constricted Hûra's breath as Gogat squeezed his ribs, but he didn't dare to show any outward discomfort. He held Gogat tightly, pulling him closer as the lad trembled and apologized over and over again.
No, he has nothing to apologize for. The fault is all Hûra's... Perhaps later, after he has calmed down and helped his mentor with his wounds, would Gogat listen and believe that none of this was his fault. None of it...
Hûra should be the one apologizing...
#middle earth shadow of war#shadow of war#lotr#uruk ocs#my oc#spacearsonist’s ocs#tw for violence#tw beating#gogat is baby#Hûra goes feral whenever his family is in danger
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Out of Time Chapter Twenty -Three
TW for violence
AO3
She eyes him, one eye on the strange man and the other on her mac-n-cheese. William and Fergus sit on either side of her. Frank is the only one at the table with them. Claire and Jamie are discussing the mist and Mary is preparing for the afternoon lessons.
She takes another bite and shivers as her tummy cramps up. William frowns and turns to her. “Faith, you okay?” Neither see Frank grin but Fergus does.
“No, my tummy.” Jamie hears and turns towards the table just to see Faith fall and start to jerk.
He is there, lifting her up and away from the table. The ladies join them. “What is it?” Mary asks.
“Her tummy hurt.” William says, his fingers going to his mouth.
“And he grinned.” Fergus adds emphasis on ' he’.
Claire frowns and looks over to Frank as Jamie and Mary work on Faith. “She is seizing.” Jamie states. “Mary please take the children into the other room please. Claire, come help me please.” He uses his trauma voice. It is calm and precise. Inside, he is struggling to control the well of panic growing inside him. Was this a late effect of the mist? It is unlikely but can’t be discounted.
Mary hurries the boys into the bedchamber while Claire kneels down by Faith. “What do I need to do?”
“Hold her still.” She does while he does a quick assessment. Her vitals are low. He recalls her last words, her tummy. With a prayer, he pries open her mouth and places his hand deep down her throat and she starts to gag, vomiting up her lunch. “Activated charcoal.” She stands to get it. Frank forgotten temporarily stands as she works towards the first aid station.
“Can’t let you do that.” He stands in front of her.
She looks at him, dazed. “Get out of the way Frank.” She tries to push past him. He reacts by pushing her against the wall. Jamie looks up at her gasps.
“What?”
“This ends today. You weren’t to survive. It is easier then I could have made it. Let her go.” They both still stare at him. “Sorry Claire.” He had a knife and goes to stab her. She moves out of his way.
Jamie moves as in a dream. He lays Faith down slowly and carefully. While the idiot is distracted by Claire, he moves over to where the guns are. Kept loaded, they are ready for any threat. Never expected it to come from inside, goes through his head as he lifts one up.
Frank tries to stab Claire as she moves farther away. He makes contact with her arm. He literally sees red as her blood starts to drip down to the floor.
He wasn’t paying attention to Jamie. That was his mistake. He doesn’t pay attention until the gun is pressed against his head. “Drop the knife and back away, now!”
“Hey you are the healer. You’re not to be doing this.” The moron had the unmitigated nerve to say.
“You hurt Claire and Faith first.” He backs him into a seat. Claire, mumbling curses, goes to get some rope. They tie him to it. With the immediate crisis over, he hurries to get the activated charcoal into Faith and to see to Claire ‘s arm.
She keeps her head down, embarrassed that she hadn’t seen it. The actual evil that inhabitants him.
“What did you give her, you bloody bastard!”
He just grins. “As if I would tell you or tell you whether the other children were feed it too.” Jamie presses the gun to his stomach. “You won’t shoot me. Claire won’t let you.”
“You’re right. I will. I wouldn’t let Jamie live with doing it. But, I have no problem.” Her eyes flash as she presses her own gun against his temple. “What did you give Faith and did the others ingest it?”
“I will check on them. Will you be alright with him?”
“Yeah, I will. I am sorry for…”
“We can discuss that later.”
She nods as he moves to the other room. Faith still lays still on the couch. Her eyes full of hate, she turns back to the man who, just an hour ago, she thought her future was tied to. “If that sweet girl dies, I will shoot you just enough to cause blood loss to weaken you then I will throw you out into the mist without a mask.”
He has the nerve to laugh. “You don’t think we aren’t immune to it. That mask was to fool you, sweetie.”
She can’t help it: she smacks him across the face with the gun. He starts to bleed from the cut. “To the pain then. Not the death, not yet. Recall the Princess Bride. Slowly disfiguring you. I wonder if the idiots running this show would take you if you were missing a few body parts. It is an interesting experiment.”
“Whattt isss going onnn?” The stress brings Mary’s stutter back.
“Frank! It seems he is working with whoever is responsible for this. He poisoned Faith and tried to kill Claire. We have him secured now.” Her sweet eyes grow wide. “Lads, do you feel sick at all?”
They seat, holding tight to each other’s hands. William chews on his free hand. He shakes his head.
“No Jamie. Will Faith…?”
“I am not sure.” He addresses Mary. “Are you going to be okay with them while we deal with him?”
She nods, tears falling down her face. “Willl you kill himmm?”
“I would like to. We first need to find out what he knows.” He pats her shoulder and tries to smile at the lads. “I will keep you guys informed.” He starts to walk back out, “Oh, you might hear some scary things. I am sorry about that.”
“It is okay Jamie. Just see to him.” Fergus looks furious. He nods.
She is staring at the man she thought she knew when he comes back. “It is just Faith.” He returns to caring for her.
“Thank God for that.” To Jamie. “When Frank, when did you become this thing?”
“We had to do something. There were way to many people. Only the purest blood needed to survive. We carefully chose and the Mist was designed to be quick.”
“Insanity.” Jamie mumbles as he re-checks Faith’s vitals.
“Actually it was the most sane thing we could have done.” He smiles again, “I did try to save you Claire. When I found you still alive, I argued for your preservation. But…”
“You came to kill her instead. Her and three innocent children, a pregnant lass and myself?”
“Orders are orders.” He shrugs. She hits him again, hard against his face. They hear his cheek break. Jamie winces. Claire just smiles.
“Where are they? They must have a bunker somewhere.”
He just stares at her. She hits him again. This time his nose breaks.
“He isn’t going to tell you.” Jamie softly says. He holds the little girl close. He fears she is dying, that they were to late. “We need to draw his blood. He is immune. We might be able to find out a way to fight against it.”
She turns to him. When she sees how still and white the child is, she swallows hard. “Is she…?”
“No but I fear she is.”
“You bastard! What the f*CK did you give her!”
“Hold her a second so I can get his blood.” He tiredly says. She nods, biting her lip, tears gathering. He draws the blood, shoving the needle in as hard as he can. When he is done, he breaks the needle inside his vein afterwards. “It will work it’s way to his heart. He will die in slow agony.”
“Good.” He takes the baby back as Claire shoots both his legs. “No running back to tell the others you failed.” They leave the little girl long enough to drag him out of the bunker. He is dropped out into the mist, bleeding and dying. They return to see if Faith will live.
#my writing#outlander fanfic#out of time#chapter twenty-three#tw for violence#jamie and claire#cannon divergence#outlander fandom#modern au
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Killing favorites warnings
Ahoy/yo to people who are in the killing favorites RP!!!
I'm going to be upfront right now and say that if you are uncomfortable with gore, weird deaths, and just death and other stuff you may not want to continue the RP, I ken it's already been said that it is a killing game but I'm worried people will get triggered by the executions and other things along with it.
I will be tagging and/or deleting stuff if it is dark and if you are triggered by anything like that I suggest you avoid reading/looking
Here is an example of what executions would look somewhat like based off an old execution I made a while back
TW for blood, being shot by arrows, pain and torture, character death, being stabbed, and hot iron attached to someone's skin (yes I ken it sounds awful like that- PLEASE DO NOT READ THE REST OF THIS IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THAT.
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On a large conveyor belt with a dark abyss surrounding her stands The Ultimate Waitress, Kai Gibson, standing there for her punishment.
Five round tables are spread far apart from each other across the giant conveyor belt held just slightly above by wires from a place Kai can't see, there are stuffed bears dressed in elaborate fancy dresses and suits sitting in the tables looking like they are having a tea party.
A sign at the end lights up, revealing a door that had exit written on it below it. The sign reads "TEN MINUTES, MAKE IT TO THE END AFTER SERVING EACH TABLE IN ORDER."
Execution name: "CAN'T WAIT(ress) FOR LUNCH RUSH!"
Before Kai can start, iron shackles jump out from the darkness, latching onto her legs, and start to change from dull cool gray to red quickly, Kai has to hurry, rushing to the first table, the bears have signs beside them on the table stating their orders, pancakes for one, fried chicken for the other, Kai turns to find plates are on a spinning platform beside the start of the conveyor belt, as well as the drop to the abyss below.
Kai rushes, picking up two plates that match the orders and rushing to the first table as the conveyor belt starts and the iron continues to burn, she rushes to the first table and places the food down before rushing to the next to read the other orders, she runs all the way back to the plates and picks up the next order, just barely not falling off, she's much slower getting to the tables as the conveyor pushes her away.
As she gives the second table her order she falls over, crying out from the pain of the hot iron burning her skin, but she forces herself to stand as she continues, when a cutesy heart arrow shoots past her cheek from the direction of the exit, causing it to bleed. Then more start shooting as she tries to dodge them, serve all the tables, and keep up with the conveyor belt as the burning shackles burn the Ultimate.
Kai is shot in the shoulder, the leg, and given cuts on every body part as she's forced to crawl due to the pain and exaustion, she serves table three, table four, table five, and then before her eyes one more table she wasn't warned about stands before her.
Her childhood best friend lay face down on the table tied to the chair, Nintai the Ultimate Director, and a order for heart filled with chocolates, both the girls favorite.
Kai rushes to get the order to save her friend, Tripping as she's continuously stabbed by arrows and pulled down by the shackles, the bears start throwing the food they ordered at her, then throwing stuff like glass plates when they ran out, the Waitress finally stumbling back as she managed to retrieve the order, the exit door was open but she had to save Nintai first-
When Kai finally got to the last table with the heart box of chocolates, she dropped it into the table and collapsed to get knees, looking hopefully at Nintai-
Until they sat up, revealing it to be a decoy, with a badly scribbled on face and one red eye, the wig falling onto the table as the mannequin like doll sat up automatically.
"THIS ISN'T WHAT I ORDERED" it said, and then, a giant arrow with a heart shaped tip like the other arrows shot from the start this time, shooting straight through Kai's chest and out the other end. There was a rope attached to it too. The heart tip opened up with a jagged crack down the middle to reveal a chocolate inside which the doll plucked off the candy and nodded as it got what it had actually ordered, putting it on the table.
the broken heart tip then split further apart to hold onto Kai's body as the rope tugged, pulling the Ultimate Waitress all the way back from the exit to the abyss at the start, falling forever.
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So yeah, that's something like what you're in for, just a warning it's really dark-
It's based of Danganronpa executions which is why it's so weird BTW
#Killing favorites#tw for violence#tw for body horror#tw execution#tw torture#tw death#tw blood#xolmumbles
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The Autistic Urge™ to cut my fucking foot off bc I can't stand the feeling of my toes touching eachother
#I hate when this happens#Feel like I need to buy those finger separator things used in nail care#The foam ones that divide ur fingers#And just shove them on my feet#This always literally comes outta nowhere#And it's either my feet or hands#autistic experiences#Autism#Tw for violence#I'm not actually gonna cut my foot off but I'm this close 🤏🏻
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I really hope this reaches more people, I'm only reposting this information from Instagram, the least that I can do. (Update: I changed their upbringing as it appears to have been listed wrong) Wiki page
When I just saw this information I couldn't stop crying thinking about it, and now my heart aches. They were the same age as me, I know for a fact like any other teen they dreamt of their future, who they would want to become, what to achieve, create, wondering if they meet those in the future they can call friends, wondeting if it'll get better when they grow up, maybe wished to leave that terrible place or maybe wanted to stay. How could anyone let this happen, why were they discharged from hospital so easily? And the school, we all know why. I hate to think about how, even with all the progress made, these things still happen.
"murdered schoolgirl Brianna Ghey on February 16, 2023. Candlelit vigils are being held across the UK this week for Brianna Ghey, 16, who was stabbed at Linear Park in Culcheth, Cheshire last Saturday. Brianna was a transgender girl and police are now investigating her killing as a hate crime. A boy and girl, both 15, have been charged with her murder"
An article that explains trans hate crime murders as on 2023
I hate everyone who have ever committed such vile hate crimes, I wish them in prison and hell. But i would never go down to their level. But I also blame the government, the school, and even those bigoted online accounts that teach their followers hate. In this case LibsOfTikTok, who targeted the teacher of this school, who supports lgbtq+, so they had to leave their position. It must have been the push for this to happen. I think their tiktok account has been thankfully deleten. But i have no idea about Twitter or any other. Please check and mass report them if it still exists. (Link to Instagram reel that this information is from)
ADDITION, PLEASE MASS REPORT THESE ACCOUNTS
#tw description of violence#tw death#lgbtqia#trans#trans kids#trans news#lgbtq community#lgbtq#lgbtq news#information#boost#Nex Benedict#please share#transgender#lgbtq+#lgbtqiia+#rest in piece#tw hate crime
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Tabi mod.
ALSO! FRIENDLY REMINDER:Do your daily taps on Arab.org AND donate as much as you can! This way,we can have a free Palestine!
ALSO! FRIENDLY REMINDER:Do your daily taps on Arab.org and like it said,donate as much as you can!
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Spoilers for the (most likely cancelled) Tabi mod!!! PLEASE LOOK AT THE TAGS BEFORE YOU VIEW THE TABI MOD.
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just saw the most likely cancelled(I say most likely because of a Reddit post saying that it’s not cancelled?)tabi update. My expectations? I like it however,I’m going to be fr tabi looks like an anime protagonist. I also did not imagine him to be buff(I thought he was skinny- but then again I don’t know since his body is INVISIBLE). Although I do like the potential dialogue we got between MM,DD and Gf. Also for the original FNF,WE ARE SO BACK!!!
also I have some old versions for how I imagined tabi looking like.
Probably the slightly closest to canon one in the trailer
(With stubble)
(Without stubble)
I’ve also made these drawings 2 YEARS AGO. And the last two are just sketches so as you can see in this art Tabi has longer hair and may or may not have stubble but that depends on the version of your choosing. In the first piece,I gave him yellow eyes. Either he has black or blue in the update?
overall,I do not hate the update,I’m just very shocked by how he looks but then again,Tabi belongs to (someone) and not me. These past three arts were just how I imagined him and I was surprised by the outcome. It’s cool tho lol!
also I didn’t imagine for tabi’s human voice to be the way that it was but I do like it since it’s changed and it doesn’t show that he wasn’t always cursed like that or sounded like that. I think the reason why his voice is the way it is now is because(in my opinion) of the curse. To make him sound more monstrous and unrecognizable but who wouldn’t recognize Tabi?(gaster blaster looking-)
Another thing is,I do like the whole nightmares thing where gf and dad looked more monstrous(now to add it to my hcs of the dearest family’s demon form is their default forms and they have scarier forms than that.) because I believe it’s titled nightmares(or hallucinations?) for a reason. Overcome by the fear and betrayal that GF(mainly did since she was roped into this) he began to hallucinate his ex and her father as monsters most likely trying to tell him to “get out” while this man has the door locked,sweating,breathing heavily,most likely singing to them to “LEAVE HIM ALONE AND STAY AWAY FROM HIM.” Imagine that the day after when he calms down(not really just a tad bit) THEN DD’s plan works out.(I won’t describe what happened,you will have to watch any videos on the tabi mod itself or look at the wiki BUT BE WARNED. For it is VERY descriptive. It is mentioned in the tags.)
Also I don’t think MM and DD are as loving in this mod? And are more focused about fame and money and status rather than THEIR OWN CHILD?! Don’t get me wrong,they most likely do love each other!(Although this does flesh out the MANY things they could do to you if they don’t like you and I like that.) when GF asked if they loved each other they literally looked to them and then back to her and said “I like money” and “I like money as well” BRO-
Anyway,although I am slightly shocked and like what on earth about Tabi’s human design. I do like the depth they were going to give for the mod. Tabi’s been one of my favorite characters in Friday night funkin(besides agoti) and MAN THIS WOULD’VE BEEN GOOD.
I never thought I’d rant like this but hey,as I mentioned before,Tabi was a favorite character of mine and I do hope this mod get continued but even if not,I can still enjoy what we could’ve had and what we still do have! Good bye everyone!
-Billy out
(P.S. my old art looks HORRIBLE I did this man dirty.)
#fnf#friday night funkin#fnf tabi#vs ex booyfriend#Vs tabi#Tw for k!dn@pp!ng#Tw for violence#Tw for the word in the 3rd song#Tw for murder#And one for expl0s!0ns as well#Also there will be flash
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I really hated this girl in my class and we kept exchanging notes with various threats of violence on them but then on a Zoom call I saw that she kept a bunch of them pinned on her wall with little hearts around them and I got the biggest crush on her after that.
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REST IN PEACE, THE HAUNTING’S FREE (Part IV)
RATING: M for Graphic Depictions of Violence
Please pop over to Ao3 where this fic is also available! https://archiveofourown.org/works/43721379/chapters/109942566 :)
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Shit.
The black widow bride was back, dead but alive, able to think and feel for herself. What had George done to deserve this? Had his mental state gone so far south that he couldn’t hold the curse any longer?
George didn’t foresee himself returning to Leota’s seance chamber at any point in his afterlife, yet here he was.
“Georgie!” Leota’s gravelly voice was an endless echo in the chamber. The odd glow of the room, the bizarrely textured and colorful rugs, and Leota’s bright-green face… It all made George feel a bit woozy. “Good to see you again!”
George waved feebly to the enchantress. “I need your help, Leota,” George stated. “I made a terrible mistake. I… let her out.” George knelt next to Leota’s crystal ball. His knees felt like they were about to buckle. Leota was an averagely beautiful woman with sweet eyes and flowing hair—though nowhere near as beautiful as Constance. George was ashamed that he was even objectively looking at Leota.
No. Constance was evil. He should not be looking objectively at Constance either – he had no loyalty to her. She was his killer…
Just let it go already! George scolded himself. His hatbox was filled with his head again. He was not happy with Constance at this moment. If he were, he wouldn’t be here in Madame Leota’s chamber asking for revenge once again!
“It was all an accident,” George sighed. “I was afraid and it got out of control… I felt my hands shaking and then it was like the whole house was shaking…”
He was entirely out of breath.
“Mmm,” Leota hummed, eyes glowing. “Sounds like you want revenge.”
“What?” George denied it, but the psychic was correct. “You’re jumping right to the point…”
“I know you, Hightower. You are a hardworking man who won’t give up his successes for anything.” Leota’s crystal ball began to levitate higher. George craned his skull to see her. Developing in her eyes was a crazed look, one that would put Constance’s large blue eyes to shame. And maybe it wasn’t totally wrong to look at pretty Leota, the one who had saved his life for many years and kept Constance at bay.
Leota had her affairs going, though. She’d dabbled in relationships with ghosts and ghouls alike. Besides, the crystal ball situation was… inconvenient, for physical touch.
If anything, George just wanted Constance back. For himself.
“But you won’t escape your past if you keep fighting for those same successes you once had,” Leota continued.
George reeled. “How can I let it go when it’s been part of my life for so long? When I wake up I only think of her, Leota. I want to keep her enslaved but also set her free. I want to escape her, yet I don’t. I hate her yet I love her.”
The panic would never subside. Months of dancing in the empty foyer of Hightower Mansion, years of clinking glasses flowing with ruby red wine, a lifetime of kisses that George just wanted to get back, a death by hatchet… the memories would always assault him.
Unless, in fact, he could get Constance back.
“I have an idea.”
George hadn’t realized he spoke at the same time as Leota, but the green crystal ball was already emitting an unusually bright color.
“Does this excite you?” Leota’s voice echoed once again, but not due to the seance chamber’s open space; no, this was a work of her magic.
Constance’s precious face, gold with radiance and youthful beauty, appeared as a blockade in front of him. She clasped her hands innocently over her heart, just as she always did, but the hatchet didn’t appear. A few more seconds and she would’ve started murmuring sweet nothings to George.
“Leota, you think… we could bring her back?”
“Yes. With the amount of care you still harbor for her, it would be easy to materialize a past version of Constance and use that to trap her instead of using the attic.”
It was sick; it was horrible.
And yet, all of it was perfect.
“So if this goes according to plan, she won’t remember our argument just now, nor will she remember her act of murder?”
“It will all cease to exist for her because she will be trapped in her past.”
“Will she still be plotting for the best time to kill me?” George’s head shuddered again. The thought and precision put into her killing were pure evil. “She thought about it for our entire marriage, I am sure.”
Leota dropped back to her position on the table, no longer floating like an angel. She went silent.
“I cannot be sure. That thought would be associated with the past version of Constance.” The enchantress clicked her tongue. “I suppose it would just exemplify your past life, if she were to remain obsessed with killing you. Besides, you can’t die again. You’re already dead.”
“I’m already dead.”
George was entranced. Women, visions, surrounded him. Supple breasts pressed against his naked chest. Soft red lips kissing his collarbone. The silver hatchet, ruby blood spilling on the carriage cushions. And perhaps there was something to be said about the way George liked Constance’s obsessive mind, her crazed eyes when she got the slightest bit mad.
We’re all a little crazed here, George reasoned. There was no reason to be so attracted to Constance. Leota wore floating curly hair that glowed when she was excited; Constance, a murderess with a disappearing hatchet; even George’s own head had a habit of its own, one that embarrassed him very frequently.
But now Constance’s instability was Hightower’s once again, and he would never have to remember the result of it. The axe would never actually strike him. And if she did attack him, he would not feel the pain, and could quickly ask Leota to reverse the memories so that Constance could perform the entire marriage again. A sickening dance, a staged performance.
He—and she—would be dancing in their memories, forever into the depths of their afterlife.
And Constance would have no escape from George’s perfect life.
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