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iamvegorott · 6 months

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Ink Month 2023 Day 23

Hypnosis

Noir knew he was in too deep, but his pride prevented him from giving in. He had him. He had the proof, the evidence, the story. All he needed was the man. Noir could hear the scolding he would receive from the others as he stopped at the end of the closed alleyway, having set up a meeting with his suspect. It was only going to be the two of them. He could handle that on his own just fine. He had his gun and his wits. He’d get him and have bragging rights for weeks.

“Hello, detective~” Noir heard the voice he was waiting for, practically purring at him. He turned and felt his confidence shake at seeing four men instead of the one he expected.

“You didn’t want to face me on your own? Had to bring extra muscle 'cause you can’t handle yourself?” Noir prodded at the suspect’s pride, hand going behind himself and grabbing the handle of his gun.

“I’m not stupid.” The man crossed his arms.

Noir knew that the man’s name was Issac. He also knew his endless lists of crimes, terrible, awful things he’s done to people for money…and because he can. He rarely killed people. He usually liked to leave his victims alive so he could watch them suffer. Watch how he ruined their lives and place bets on how he could make things worse. But he still had several murders under his belt when he didn’t get his way.

“You might not be, but apparently, you’re a coward.” Noir pulled his gun out when the three nameless men rushed at him.

His hand got knocked up, making him fire into the air, and a punch on his upper arm from another man made the gun fly across the alleyway. Noir tried to swing a punch, but two of the men grabbed his arms and held them back. Not giving up, he stomped his heel down on one of their feet, freeing his arm to grab the other and yank him down into his lifted knee. Noir couldn’t do anything else before he had two men on him again. This time, they pushed him to the ground and held his arms, each with a foot on his back. He bit his lip to prevent himself from crying out in pain. The angles they had his arms at caused a sharp burning ache in his shoulders.

“It’s cute that you think you’re tougher than you are,” Issac said as he crouched beside Noir. “But everyone has their limits.” He nodded at one of the men, who took the cue to worsen the angle of Noir’s arm. Noir tried to hold back, but the pain took over and caused him to cry out. “A little birdy told me you have someone waiting for you at home. Our loner detective got himself some ass and kept it? I wonder how they’d feel if we shipped them your body piece by piece.”

“Hey! Fuck off out of-” The remaining man started shouting but got cut off by a gunshot and his body fell limp.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing!?” Issac shouted down the alleyway, seeing a man walking over with Noir’s gun in his hand.

“I should be asking you the same thing.” Noir recognized the voice right away.

“Get out of here before it’s too late for you,” Issac warned, pulling out his own gun.

“I wonder how they’d feel if we shipped them your body piece by piece.” The man echoed, removing his sunglasses and showing that his eyes were now purple and had a strange swirl.”I’d be pretty damned pissed.”

“Oh, I see. Trying to come save your little boyfriend?” Issac said in a mocking tone. He then turned when he heard humming behind him. “What are you two doing!?” Issac demanded when his workers released Noir and started walking toward him and the man. They were both humming a tune Issac didn’t know. “What?” He went to one of them and saw the purple in their eyes. “Are you doing this?” Issac faced the man and quickly stepped aside when said man raised the gun. In two quick pulls of the trigger, the hypnotized men were on the ground with bullet holes in their heads.

“Should have just stayed home, Issac.” The man strolled over. “Should have left what is mine alone.” Issac found himself face-to-face with the man, the purple swirls beginning to dig into his brain. A thick fog began clouding his thoughts, catching the air in his throat, and his body worked against him as the man pressed the barrel of the gun to his forehead.

“I need him alive, Murdock,” Noir said. The man clicked his tongue in disappointment.

“You got lucky,” Murdock said to Issac before cocking the gun back and bashing the handle against the side of his head, knocking Issac out cold. “Are you okay?” Murdock stepped over Issac’s body and went to Noir, helping him to his feet.

“Sore shoulders, but I’ve had worse.” Noir rubbed one of his shoulders as he spoke.

“I told you not to contact him.” Murdock scolded as he returned Noir’s gun to his holster.

“I know, I know.” Noir rolled his eyes with a smile.

“Then why did you do it?” Murdock’s eyes had returned to their natural brown when he looked at Noir.

“I had a point to prove.” Noir grinned.

“Your point should be retirement.” Murdock’s comment was one Noir knew came from a place of concern.

“I’m not that old.”

“I can take care of you.”

“Nope~” Noir popped the p.

“Noir, I-” Murdock got stopped by hands on his face.

“I am fine. I need to call this in, and then I’ll come home for some cocoa and cuddles.” Noir kissed Murdock and smiled when he felt the other man relax.

“Fine. But you’re coming home early.”

“I’ll try-”

“No. You are. That’s an order.” Murdock made a face when Noir chuckled at him.

“Yes, sir~” Noir half-sang before kissing Murdock again.

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@weirdmixofweirdness

#moider #ink month 2023 #veggie ink month #veggie writes

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iamfruitie · 2 years

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Yes, Murdock is a brat to Noir.

why?

I honestly don't know but the guy has the vibe

He just screams brat without having to say anything XD

#justyoursicanon #moider #brat club

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artis-lined · 1 year

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I'm obsessing over the zombie au.

(I recently watched the last of us)

#poor Änthöny.#oh well--#tee hee #moider #artis has too much trauma 💕#thx Aimless--/hj #killed a bitch.. for the bitch #wow thats SO funny #did i mention i got Aimless to do the video?#*laughs maniacally*#we're up 4 a tony--/j/nsrs

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all-or-nothing-baby · 10 months

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but why is it always “who would you ask for help with burying a body” and never “who would you plan to commit murder with and relish in sharing the vile act as some terrible and wonderful romantic gesture and maybe ponder over cannibalism with as a part of that grotesque marriage of minds” hmm?

#i genuinely only just realised this is the plot of nbc's hannibal lol #horror #my beloved <3 #https://cassidy.shit.txt #guess i may as well tag the moider husbands?#hannigram #hannibal #oh and my friend also said:#santa clarita diet #apparently?#not seen it #but now MAYBE I WILL

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shanicetjn · 2 months

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Soooo when are you gonna make your own Willy wonka persona, lol

Hello again, Kit!

OH- That is such a nice thought. I personally don't think I will create one ngl!! I'm (still) too obsessed with all the film versions of him. Their designs / interpretations are just so perfect to me!

I think the most I will do, in terms of personal touch, is to continue giving little headcanons to him! :3c

I appreciate your Wonka asks so much, thank you! Have a little cheeb of silly Willy. ♥

#asks #kitnightowl #Wonka #Willy Wonka #Wonka Movie #So far my headcanons for him are:#1 - He has purple eyes #2 - He is Ace #3 - Disrespect him and he /will/ use the most elaborate way to moider you (I guess this IS kinda canon if you think about it..)#BUT- The 3rd point only works for Gene Wonka + Johnny Wonka atm #but I'm sure Timothée Wonka's full unhinged potential is just slowly coming through #it's not a lot of points/headcanons but it's honest work /light-hearted

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transjudas · 3 months

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i just screamed the loudest and most high pitched i’ve ever scrumpt while watching a cheesy horror movie while high oh my god

#my neighbors are gonna think i was just moidered

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birdyleblanc · 9 months

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he really likes peeing in the woods at 3 am

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frightfowl · 1 year

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THE BOIIII

had a lot of fun with the pose and background uvu

#bigbadd0g #artblot #LOVE this lad so much #this month long art rut has been moidering me #zero helping me out of it!! o|-<

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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kinda off topic but i’ve just red some of your post and it’s so wholesome, warm, cute batfam being a family ??? pls tell me you write on ao3 i NEED the serotonin

AAAA ty!! I try writing when I have the energy/slash motivation. I do plan on writing more on ao3 instead of terrorizing my friends with ramblings sjsj lately I've caught the bruharvey bug so there's def something coming,,,

#i really wanna write something cute with baby jason and baby richard and damian and cass. oh and tim ofc #my writing isn't like -- very exciting? i struggle a lot with action and engaging plot #like dude idk just them being domestic and chilling all day is my idea of fun shshs but also kinda rom com-y #i can def get dramatic at times moider timer can tell u all abt it #itll either be that or filthy smut no inbetween #asks

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buttmuncher77 · 1 year

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the idea that davesport murder children but if they took care of a child they’d be ok dads is fucking killing me

#Bc theyre both orphans #i havent stopped laughinh about it #ponder.txt #Old sport im gonna go moider that kid in party room 1 #keep our kid ova here okay?#FUCKKKK

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iamvegorott · 17 days

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Next, Murdock. He’s looking at Noir sleeping while trying to sleep himself.

Entity: You could stab him. It wouldn’t be hard. The gasps he would let out. Just imagine it. It’s heavenly, isn’t it? Can’t fight the itch. You were made for this. Chosen for this. A tool for murder. Do what you were made to do.

Murdock: *takes a look at his bedside table*

Entity: There’s a knife, right there. So easy. Killed by the knife he gave you. It would be poetic. Get it over with. You’re not meant to love. You’re not a human, after all. Love is too frail, too fragile, too weak. You’re a murderer. Do your job. Aiden~ Aiden~. Don’t you remember, Aiden? Grab the knife. Aiden. Aiden. Aiden. We know you’re hungry. Aiden. Aiden. Aiden. Haven’t killed for so long. Aiden. Aiden. Aiden. Feed the urge. Feed the itch. Kill. Kill-

Murdock: Shut up!

Noir: *is woken up by Murdock screaming* Is everything alright? *turns light on his side on and gets a good look at Murdock* Good god, you’re shaking.

Murdock: I’m-I’m fine.

Noir: No, I know far better than to believe that. You had the thoughts again didn’t you?

Murdock: *sighs in defeat* Yeah… these ones, though, they felt…different.

Noir: Well, we can tell the big man about it in the morning. For now, do you want a snack? Nothing distracts like a bite to eat.

Murdock: *smirks slightly* You say the same about whiskey.

Noir: Now’s not the time for that, unfortunately. You need a sober distraction. Let’s grab some of the engineer’s honey buns.

IM GETTING THE NEWSPAPER!

Bad entity!

#weirdmixofweirdness #moider #imma smack that entity XD

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iamfruitie · 2 years

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Tumblr kept crashing but came up for something for Moider.

Noir was expecting some potion to help him ease from the sudden change in environment. He mixes it in with his whiskey while Murdock is at his desk, fidgeting with paper clips. He is close to Noir, but he’s turned away in a spinning chair, so all Murdock hears Noir groan and feels something pressing down on his shoulders.

Murdock, not knowing that tentacles just emerged from his boyfriend, is like, “Noir, I thought you wanted to do paperwork, not f- OH.” Cue Murdock seeing a tentacle enter his line of sight. Noir is more or less freaked, not noticing as Murdock is just fascinated by them.

As Noir is rambling about how his life is ruined or something like that, Murdock starts touching them and stroking them, earning a moan from Noir. They make eye contact before Murdock is like, “We can make the most of this in bed, you know.”

Cue them getting in bed as they start to take each other’s clothes off, and with that, Murdock finds out he’s bondage because Noir’s tentacles keep him tied to the bed as some slip into him. He’s just wrecked and amazed that a simple mistake caused this. Maybe if he can get Noir to agree, they can get more of the potion from Marvin.

Noir: Oh God! These things are going to make everything impossible!

Murdock: They make me impossibly hard

Noir: What?

Murdock: Hear me out~

#anon #nsft #moider #tentacles

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gorillaxyz · 1 month

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