#much marcle | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kitcatttt · 4 months

Text

IMPORTANT.

Welcome to my blog! You can call me Kitcat/Kit/Ayah, and I’m technically multifandom? I use She/Her, but I really don’t care if you use They or He pronouns for me. I’m Panromantic, but I don’t mind minor NSFW talk, but nothing too extreme, and DEFINITELY no NSFW art.

My fandoms:

Jsab/TPC (What I mainly post about)

PA (Project Arrhythmia, a game similar to JSAB)

Undertale/Deltarune

FNAF

Splatoon

P:Muse (Mobile rhythm game)

Super Mario (any game, especially the Mario and Luigi ones though <3)

I forget shit easily, and I’m a little clueless when it comes to certain things, so please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable! I won’t be mad, that would be stupid to get mad over!

I have a TPC/JSAB discord server!

Friend list!!!

@comet--crusaders

@mfbees

@thatonepurpleshape

@happilylazycreator

@gddancefloor

@proxy303

@urtotallysanefriendtetra

@therhythmgalaxy

@jammysheadspace

@ouro-bones

@trash-jsab

@anonymously-night

@mugzymiik

@irrelevaantidiot

My TPC headcanons!!!

Character intros/bio page!!! (WIP)

Important!!!

DNI:

Racist, homophobic, transphobic, or any other discriminatory people

NSFW blogs and pro shippers

CINTAGONISUPSET AND ANY OF HIS SUPPORTERS. YOU KNOW WHY.

Would prefer if you didn’t mention these around me (ships):

TPC Cube x anyone other than Lythorus (Tied to a certain someone, but I’m kinda ok with it as long as it isn’t forced? Idk what would count as forced but Cube x Marcle feels hella forced- and just TPC versions of him. I ship HOPE Cubiris.)

Pyrare x anyone (canonically AroAce)

Circubit x any female character/oc (canonically gay)

Blixer x Wave (don’t know much about the ship, but there’s apparently something wrong with it???? Idfk-)

Spheer x anyone (even if the character is also a child. I don’t want to see them shipped.)

Circumuscle x Cirtunda (Cirtunda adopts Circumuscle in my au, plus I don’t even think they’re close in age anymore. If you find past posts of me shipping them, it was BEFORE S2 Ep 1 of TPC came out, in which my au changed)

Marcle x Squadril, Marcle x Purpex, Squadril x Purpex (Purpex adopted Marcle and Squadril in my au)

Quintagon x Cubic (Literally just DNI. Why is this a ship.)

My favorite sillies:

They’re all ocs (besides Circumsphere and Cintagon, they’re from TPC), so if you want to know more about them, ask!

My other blogs : Notice; A lot of these blogs are being transferred to an alt where they won’t be used as often, or completely discontinued to be rewritten. The ones without the @ are the blogs

@jsab-pa My Art blog!

school-love-chaos A blog themed around yandere Cintagon and Circumsphere! Circumsphere x Hexagram is there, as well as occasional dark themes, such as kidnapping, and self harm.

mistakes-were-made-jsabb A blog themed around Circumcannon’s incident, where he ended up killing his family in a fit of rage. Mentions of self harm, suicide, blood and gore, and schizophrenia.

iris-insanity A blog themed around Iris’ stress overwhelming him to the point where he corrupts. Mentions of blood and gore.

seas-and-skies-alike A roleplay blog for a JSAB oc, Morgan.

old-man-gun A roleplay blog for Cinythe, a version of corrupted Circumsphere.

@corrupted-chaoss A blog for my JSAB au! Is also an ask blog!

@lil-robo-idiot Roleplay blog for my TPC corrupt hero oc, Penl!

Any of the themes mentioned above that may make you uncomfortable are kept to a minimum on this blog, and will be tagged appropriately.

Finally, my sonas!!!!

Ayah, Pluto, and Sen!!! You can make fanart of them, and any of my ocs, anytime!!! NO NSFW ART.

I hope you enjoy your time on my blog!

#Spotify #jsab #just shapes and beats #tpc #the pink corruption #jsab au #pink corruption #jsab askblog #pinned post

12 notes · View notes

mugzymiik · 1 month

Text

I’m A Ghost– Now You See Me Now You Don’t

I REALIZED I NEVER POSTED THE ACTUAL THING HERE OOPS-

its the SBNS thing i posted as a link once i forgot to send it as text too💔💔💔💔

Damn. Not much has happened around here lately. Barracuda thought to himself silently, laying the bottom of his head on the little table beside Dub’s throne. I heard Em telling that sphere– I can never remember her name…– that the caretakers have reached The Land of Spheres. The corrupt pyramid sat up. Hm… That means that the green Hero must have matured. Tourmaline, or whatever his name was. Tanzanite. Some kinda stone.

After a little more time of silent thinking, Barracuda decided to wander the halls of the Tower… Like he’d already done about a billion times now. It really wasn’t fun being a ghost. It wasn’t fun being dead in general. He stood up, heading towards the door and putting a hand on the wall of the huge door frame. Dub didn’t seem to be coming back anytime soon… Damn it. He really wanted a reason to not roam around aimlessly, but it seemed as though he had zero choice.

Taking a step out, Barracuda glanced around at all of the corrupted flowers (and some other types of shapes) walking around. He was pretty sure he saw Ajaceare and George chatting to the side out of the corner of his vision, although he couldn’t care less right now.

He sighed. Fuckin’… Goddamnit.

As the monster wandered, a soft sound caught his attention. It almost sounded like– yelling. Panicked yelling. However, it sounded far away. Odd. Barracuda thought, subconsciously beginning to head in the direction it was coming from.

…Wait. Oh, fuck.

Was that a child’s voice?

— — —

Tsavorite wasn’t sure how he got here… Or, like this… But the only thing that was certain to him right now was that he was a ghost. Not one of those sheet ones you’d see masters of procrastination wear on Halloween, though, no. A real one. One you could actually see through, one that could actually phase through things.

…Crap, he felt like he was going to actually pass out. Could ghosts pass out? Was that something they could do? …Could ghosts even sleep?!

Tsavorite was terrified. Just how long had it been since he had died?! He’d woken up in the middle of the forest, where the clear line of foliage between Polygon County and The Land of Spheres met. But the others hadn’t been in sight at all. It was scary. Really scary…

The green Hero dashed around aimlessly, desperately trying to find somebody, anybody that could see him. There has to be somebody that can help– right?!

In his panicked wandering, he stumbled upon a very familiar sight– Poly Town. An actual civilization… And that was where the Chipzel group lived! Maybe they could help him! Tsavorite quickly headed into the town, keeping an eye out for that house he could recognize… Aaaaand… Bingo! There was Squadril, too, walking right in! Perfect! The ghost child dashed through the door just before Squadril completely closed it, gazing around. Huh– and there was Grandpa and Circumsphere! Woah.

Tsavorite ran towards Cintagon, hope flooding through his chest– then, he realized. If the other pentagon– or any of them for that matter– could actually see him, they would have said something already. And so he sat, looking towards Cintagon with a frown. He was speaking to Purpex… And they both sounded pretty upset.

“Marcle’s received word from Rincle.” Purpex spoke, and Tsavorite could see the emotions in her eyes: anger, sadness, guilt. “…Tsavorite’s dead. He was killed by a corrupt.” That hit Tsavorite like a shock, and as he watched Purpex and Cintagon make multiple attempts to hold their tears– which were also futile–, he resisted the urge to cry along with them. He was really dead, then…

He continued to just watch. He felt like– This couldn’t be real. Right?

Eventually, Circumsphere, Marcle and Squadril entered the room, and Tsavorite couldn’t take it anymore. He dashed out of the open window, glancing around in a panic. This could’ve been just a prank. Right? Right? No– no, they wouldn’t do that. Not in the middle of the Pink Corruption basically-apocalypse, at least. And the look of pure grief in Purpex and Cintagon’s eyes had been genuine.

This couldn’t be real…

As soon as Tsavorite neared a bush, he pushed his hand into it without hesitation. It went through. It fricking went through the bush.

He felt like he was going to cry.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no—” The Green Hero kept repeating to himself as he dashed in a very specific direction… …Was he really that desperate…?

…

He was.

—

As Tsavorite neared Dub’s tower, he was beginning to have second thoughts… Would this be reckless? No– no, he was already dead… But what if he wasn’t? There was always a chance he wasn’t dead, right?! If he wasn’t, there was certain death that came from literally walking right into Dub’s tower. But– he was desperate. He wanted to know. He needed to know…

He dashed in.

One of the first things Tsavorite immediately noticed was the sheer amount of corrupted shapes around the tower. He’d known there were a lot of shapes that Dub had gotten to… But not that many!

He began dashing around, trying to push around some flowers, trying to smack some cubes’ heads, anything, just to try and possibly get their attention… Nothing. His hand just kept going through them.

And so, he decided to start calling.

“HEY!” Tsavorite yelled out to a group of flowers, dashing towards them. “HEY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” He floated in front of one of them, waving his hand in front of her face. She didn’t even seem to notice him, she just kept talking to the other flowers…

He looked around wildly, feeling quite panicked… He dashed towards a cube and a flower having a chat near the corner of the hall. He did recognize the cube, though– Cyan had mentioned something about a cloak, one eye, and that kind of hair… Tsavorite waved his hand in front of the cube, too, “PLEASE–?! SOMEONE–?!” Still. No. Response.

He felt like he was going to cry.

After a bit more of going around, calling out, and even trying to straight up punch someone, Tsavorite floated down to the ground, sitting and leaning against the wall. “Please–…” He sniffled, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped his eye. “Somebody’s got to be able to hear me…”

Just as he finished speaking, a large pink figure caught his attention. He looked up, and spotted, looking straight at him– wait–

WAS THAT PYRARE?!

No– no, it couldn’t be. This monster pyramid looked– Just as he was beginning to fully process who exactly this might be, though, the corrupted pyramid turned, and began to walk back down the hall. Tsavorite gasped, got to his feet, and began dashing after the Pyrare-lookalike. “HEY, WAIT!”

Now that they were fully in his vision, and he was getting a bit closer, Tsavorite could see that some pink triangles were floating around the pyramid, and they themself looked… Transparent? Oh– like him! Except, his triangles were yellow, blue and orange! …Wait– that meant–

“BARRACUDA!”

— — —

Barracuda paused at the Hero’s call of his name. He hadn’t been spoken to with his name in years, let alone being spoken to at all. But, as quickly as he had halted, he began walking again. He really needed to lead this kid away from the tower. He wasn’t sure why, exactly… But… He felt the need to. Well– not a ‘need’, per se. Instead… It almost felt like something was calling him to do so.

Barracuda continued walking out of and away from Dub’s tower, with the Hero trailing after him, now calling his name in sheer desperation. “BARRACUDA! PLEASE, WAIT!”

The kid just kept going… It was getting awfully annoying.

Finally, once he reached the treeline, Barracuda stopped walking, and turned to the green pentagon. “You need to go.” He spoke in a stern voice, in hopes that the child would actually listen to him. From the looks of it, though, it didn’t seem like that would actually happen.

The Hero’s eyes widened. He pulled down his… Scarf? Bandana?– Barracuda wasn’t sure–, and spoke again. “What?! But you’re–”

“I said you need to go.” Barracuda snapped. He quickly came up with an excuse, fueled by only his want for the other to just go. “The corrupts in the tower are very uneased by just your Tree-like presence. …Even as a ghost.” He added that last part quietly.

The Hero frowned, “but I–… You’re the only one who can see me.”

Barracuda’s eye softened slightly. Of course the kid would be this desperate to talk to him… He was alone and confused. Still, though– Barracuda needed to lead him away from the tower.

He stayed silent, debating to himself. The Hero stared up at him, an almost pleading look in his eyes. “…Barracuda…?”

Barracuda gave a heavy sigh. He assumed that this Hero wouldn’t leave him alone if he didn’t at least give him any advice. “I–… I don’t know what to do…” Neither do I. “I just– woke up as a ghost. We were right by the edge of The Land of Spheres… But then I woke up like that, and– I don’t know where the heck Mom or Dad or Orange or Cube or Cyan or—”

Barracuda cut him off. “Alright.”

The Hero perked up at that, gazing up at Barracuda with wide eyes. “What–?” “I said ‘alright’. What’s your name, kid?” The corrupted pyramid asked, looking down at the Green Hero.

The child took a moment to take this in… Then he spoke: “Tsavorite. Hero of the—”

“Hero of the Green Tree of Life. Yada yada, I know.” Barracuda huffed, straightening himself before turning to face the direction of The Land of Spheres. “You said The Land of Spheres. Correct?”

Tsavorite nodded. “Yeah! But, I don’t know where—”

“C’mon.”

Barracuda’s words seemed to shock Tsavorite to the core… He stayed in place, and they stared at each other for a long moment, in silence. Barracuda broke the silence. “C’mon. I’m not gonna find them for you, kid.”

“…Oh. OH! Okay! Oh my Trees– thank you! Thank you so much!” Tsavorite sounded genuinely thankful… And Barracuda felt a small spark of joy go off in his mind, from the kid’s smile alone. “Yeah, yeah. Now, like I said: c’mon.”

And with that, they began walking. Hopefully, just hopefully, Barracuda could find the caretakers and Heroes. Then he could go back to Dub’s tower, never to be bothered by this child again. …He wasn’t sure if he would be able to look straight at Pyrare, however…

Barracuda shook those thoughts away.

Just for Tsavorite’s sake.

#pink corruption #pink corruption au #the pink corruption #the pink corruption au #tpc #jsab tpc #brittcorruption #jsab:tpc #sbns au #shattered body but not spirit au #cw death mention #but also death #ITS NOT ON SCREEN SO UH #like not actively death #help how does it work #PLEASE🥺🥺🥺🥺PLEASE SPARE ME I AMJUST A LITTL TWINK /HEVJ

6 notes · View notes

ihavezeno · 3 months

Note

mazu has a lot of games and i only played zeno and shtdn (and now like the synopsis of no salvation) do you know anything else about their other games?

Sorry this took so long! Mazu has a lot of games, and I'm just going to provide a brief hook for each rather than a full summary! I won't be discussing games I haven't played for myself

Colorless Kaina - (Mushoku no Kaina / MuKai) Colorless Kaina centers around the protagonist, Boku, in his last year of high school. One night, he stumbles across a murder-in-progress by the pure-white murderer Kaina, who allows him to live after finding him amusing for his reaction to the murder being struck by how gorgeous Kaina is. You play as Boku over the course of a month, choosing how to spend your morning, afternoons, and nights either spending time with Kaina, going to school, or going to work part-time. If you make the right choices, you can discover more of Kaina's past and about his involvement with the killer Nakae Mio. Content warnings include murder, suicide, nonsexual grooming, and codepency.

Paradise Destroyed - (Rakuen Hakai / RakuHaka) Rakuen Hakai centers around the story of two brothers- Kaneki Kai and Kaneki Bel. The duo are esper thieves, stealing various precious items for Kai's collection until they're caught by police and sent to a strange prison/alternate dimension(???), where they try to find their way out! I haven't played too much of this one, so please take my explanation with a grain of salt. Content warnings include emotional dependency, a major suicide warning, child death and child soldiers, amongst others!

GHOST 6 - (56) Ghost 6 is about exorcist Sumire and caught scammer Tsutsuji and their endeavor to find the ghost haunting the subway station. Tsutsuji is working with Sumire to help pay off his frankly massive debt. Content warnings include familial abuse and suicide.

Marbling Clear - (MarCle) Vampire Wata washes up onto "Mother's" Island, where he is discovered by the priest Momen. After sucking their blood, he is cursed to only be able to drink their blood, so he stays on the island with them until they can break the curse. It's relatively lighthearted, but I also haven't played enough of it to get to the more serious parts of the game!

#ask #ive messed around with some of the others but im too lazy to write out another summary soooo #hope these help!

12 notes · View notes

maypoleman1 · 4 months

Text

16th January

St Sigebert’s Day/ Old Twelfth Night

Source: UCANR website

Today is St Sigebert’s Day. Sigebert was another Anglo-Saxon king who renounced his throne in favour of the monastic life. However, when the fearsome pagan king of Mercia, Penda, attacked Sigebert’s former realm of East Anglia, his ex-subjects persuaded him to come out of retirement in order to save them from the pagan’s wrath. Remaining true to his vows, Sigebert agreed to resume his throne, but insisted he be armed with a wooden sword and so avoid taking a human life in battle. Unfortunately for the pacific Sigebert and his East Anglians, Penda’s Mercians destroyed his army, conferring immediate martyrdom on the holy king, as well as sainthood.

Today is also Old Twelfth Night, being the last night of Christmas according to the old calendar. For that reason apple wassailing continued on the night of the 16th for over 200 years after the date of Epiphany Eve moved to 5th January. On this night men would gather by firelight in orchards to toast the apple trees with cider and to wish the spirits of the trees a Happy New Year and exhort them to allow their trees a bountiful late summer harvest. A typical verse sung by the wassailers was:

Old Apple Tree we wassail thee and hope that thou wilt bear,

For Lord doth know where we shall be till apples come another year.

Although the Old Twelfth Night wassailing tradition died out in the early twentieth century, it was revived in the 1980s and enthusiastic wassailing now takes place in the orchards of Much Marcle near Ledbury in Hereford and Worcester; Norton Fitzwarren outside Taunton in Somerset and Carhampton, also in Somerset. Amazingly, the revivals were sponsored and funded by cider makers Westons, and Taunton Cider.

#english traditions #st Sigebert #penda of mercia #east anglia #Apple wassailing #old twelfth night #cider #wassailing #somerset #Apple orchards

3 notes · View notes

arogai88 · 1 year

Text

5/4/23: Post #10

The Pink Corruption Season 2 News: New Characters

Back with more PC news! :D

Today we have four new characters that will be joining in season 2!

They are members of a group called Big Giant Circles, all based on the song levels in the game.

Concept Art

Puppet Rigs

Each character shown here is based on the songs.

(Characters from left to right): "Sevcon," "Vindicate Me," "Houston" and "Katana Blaster."

There is not much is known about these characters yet, apart from that Rincle is Marcle's older sister and Circumuscle is her husband.

Interestingly enough, I found out recently that in Just Shapes and Beats, in the level where you are going up the volcano, while trying to dodge Lycanthropy and other objects, the song that plays is a song from Big Giant Circles called "Chip Zeal".

If you don't already not know, Marcle in the Chipzel group is based on the song "The Art of War". COINCIDENCE?

Anyway, that's all for now. Stay tuned for more Pink Corruption news! :D

#brittany robinson #indie animation #artwork #animation news #the pink corruption #just shapes and beats fanart #jsab fanart

13 notes · View notes

fandomlife-confessions · 1 year

Note

[Not a confession] I don't think making fun of a real life person's appearance is that nice, I feel like those kinds of confessions aren't really "fandom" confessions

Which is why I use dolls/figures/cartoon characters based on the person rather than a photo of the actual person, especially when it doesn't look much like the actual person at all. If anyone uses those confessions to rant and keep complaining about the person, just block them so you won't see posts from toxic people like that. And if you aren't mean to people but feel ugly, remember:

I won't accept monarchy confessions as a monarchy isn't a fandom, I'll just allow if they were involved with someone in showbiz such as making a deal with someone, joining a band, or something like that, and since Marcle isn't an actress anymore according to herself, as she apparently "gave it up for them" will her latest deeds not count.

Also! There's about 38 confessions left and then I'll open the confession box again! I'm also planning a big post soon so be on lookout for that! And for my own sake I'll maybe try a closed on Tuesday and Thursday model, although not first week since we've been closed for so long.

-Mod Nen

#Nac #fandom life confessions

7 notes · View notes

thatonegaybastard · 1 year

Text

Marcl managed to make it to day 6 before dyimg.good job Marco. I emant there is not much you can do against mala and thorax by also you had simom on your side so

#mars oc hunger games

2 notes · View notes

bejustlikethem · 8 months

Text

Zara Phillips

Village England Much Marcle Tote in Black

#Zara Phillips #woman #bag #2015 #2010S #royal family

0 notes

andrew90bd · 2 years

Text

12.-Fred West

Fred West nació en 1941 en la pequeña población de Much Marcle, en una familia de granjeros. Fred no fue al colegio, o al menos no regularmente. Lo justo para aprender a leer y a garabatear unas cuantas líneas cuajadas de faltas de ortografía. Decían que era bueno en las tareas del campo, pero Fred detestaba la vida rural. Much Marcle se le quedaba pequeño.

Un día, al cumplir 15 años, se marchó sin decir nada y pasó un mes en Heretford, durmiendo al raso y sin lavarse. Luego volvió a casa. Allí le esperaba un padre alcohólico y una madre que le había mostrado los caminos del sexo desde los 12 años. Así, no es raro que Fred abusase de su hermana pequeña. Tenía 20 años cuando fue procesado por violarla. Él no lo negó: ¿qué tenía de malo acostarse con una chica de 13 años? A pesar de que el caso llegó a juicio, fue sobreseído. West había ganado al sistema su primera batalla.

West era sólo un aldeano semianalfabeto, tosco y grosero, de facciones vulgares y rudas. En 1962, Fred se casó con Rena Costello. Rena tenía una niña de un año llamada Charmaine, a la que West adoptó, y pronto el matrimonio tuvo su primera hija, Anne Marie. Fue por esa época cuando un tipo alertó a la policía de que Fred West llevaba encima una colección de polaroids de órganos sexuales, pero los agentes contestaron que "eso era asunto del señor West". Nadie se acordó de la denuncia cuando, semanas más tarde, un adolescente fue hallado colgado de una viga con un montón de fotos pornográficas bajo sus pies. Lo curioso es que aquel chico había sido visto varias veces por la ciudad en compañía de Fred West.

El primer crimen oficial cometido por West tuvo lugar en 1967. Entonces tenía una aventura con una jovencita llamada Mary Ann, que esperaba un hijo suyo. Fred la mató y enterró sus restos en un prado cerca de Much Marcle. Para entonces, las cosas con Rena ya no iban bien, y la pareja pasaba separada casi todo el tiempo. En cuanto a las niñas, zascandileaban de casa de papá a casa de mamá, y de allí a algún hogar de acogida. Y entonces, en 1969, Fred conoció a Rosemary Letts y empezó para él una nueva historia. Se casaron enseguida. Su primera hija, Heather, nació en 1971, y Fred decidió que Rena y Charmaine se habían convertido en un estorbo. Así que las mató a las dos y las enterró en Much Marcle. Cuando llamaron del colegio de Charmaine diciendo que la niña llevaba una semana sin ir a clase, Fred dijo que su madre y ella se habían mudado. Nadie quiso saber más.

En 1972, los West se dijeron que ya estaba bien de vivir en una caravana y se trasladaron al número 25 de Cromwell Street. Para ayudarse a pagar la hipoteca, los West comenzaron a alquilar habitaciones, y la casa se convirtió en refugio de colgados y delincuentes de poca monta que entraban y salían del 25 de Cromwell Street. Rose se acostaba con casi todos los inquilinos, cosa que Fred aplaudía. La casa adquirió fama de puerto franco: cualquiera que estuviese en un lío podía quedarse allí. Venían muchas chicas que se habían escapado de la casa paterna o del hogar de acogida, jóvenes abandonadas por un novio o que acababan de salir de la cárcel. Aquello facilitaba la tarea de Fred y Rose, que tenían donde escoger. Aquellas chicas de vida desestructurada eran las mejores presas. ¿Quién iba a creer a una ladronzuela, a una prostituta, a una traficante si llegaba a la policía contando que los West la habían violado? Muchas de aquellas muchachas salieron llorando del número 25 de Cromwell Street. Otras no tuvieron tanta suerte y se quedaron en la casa para siempre. Ni Rosemary ni Fred explicaron cuál fue el sistema de selección, dónde acababan los abusos sexuales y empezaban las torturas que terminaban en asesinato. Nueve asesinatos. Nueve chicas, todas jóvenes.

En 1987, Fred asesinó a su hija Heather y enterró sus restos en el sótano con los de sus otras víctimas. Rosemary le ayudó a esconder el cadáver. A los chicos les dijeron que Heather "se había marchado con una lesbiana", pero los mayores, Stephen y Mae, intuyeron que había algo raro en la súbita desaparición de su hermana. No obstante, en agosto de 1992, una de las hijas pequeñas de West confesó a una amiga que su padre la había violado. Y aquella niña tuvo la sensatez que nunca demostraron los adultos que rodeaban a la familia: acudió a la policía, que inició una investigación en regla. Sin embargo, pese a que en junio de 1993, Fred volvió a la vida normal, ya que fue readmitido en su trabajo y se le devolvió la custodia de sus hijos menores, una oficial de policía, la detective Hazel Savage, movió todos los hilos, tocó todas las puertas y consiguió una orden para hacer un registro a fondo de la casa de los West. El 24 de febrero de 1994, unos policías armados de picos y palas llegaban a Cromwell Street. Cuatro días más tarde aparecieron unos restos humanos.

Lo que revolvió los estómagos y las conciencias de los británicos fue la absoluta inoperancia de las autoridades. Durante 20 años, West había estado dejando pistas por el camino, como un rastro de migas de pan en forma de abusos, de agresiones, de comportamientos sospechosos. En enero de 1995, Fred West se suicidó en la celda de una cárcel de Birmingham donde aguardaba su juicio por 12 asesinatos. Muchos consideraron aquella muerte como la última burla al sistema por parte de West. En cuanto a su esposa, Rosemary, fue condenada a cadena perpetua por nueve asesinatos.

Marta Rivera De La Cruz (2018). La casa de los horrores que fue invisible durante dos décadas para la policía británica [Documento en línea]. Disponible: https://elpais.com/politica/2018/09/06/cronica_negra/1536228017_320596.html

#serial killer #killer #horrible histories #horror #criminology #investigation #england #80s

0 notes