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houseswife · 4 months
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transgender detector going haywire rn…
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greghatecrimes · 7 months
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Prodigal Children (Chase and Thirteen, House M.D.)
1x05 “Damned If You Do” // 3x15 “Half Wit” // 8x05 “The Confession” // Luke 15:32 // 8x21 “Holding On” // 7x18 “The Dig”
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sofiart22 · 5 months
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You have never experienced anything this ferocious or intentional with another person.
Prodigal Son s02ep07 (dir.Chris Fedak and Sam Sklaver)// The Plagues (Ralph Fiennes and Amick Byram) //Prodigal Son s02ep07 (dir.Chris Fedak and Sam Sklaver)// Brothers (Elizabeth Robinson)// Prodigal Son s02ep07 (dir.Chris Fedak and Sam Sklaver)// To All the Boys I've Loved Before (Jenny Han)
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ofoceanandwaves · 2 years
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ok but why are we not talking more about the Endless Family Dinners? Because can we imagine the drama?
I want to know who holds the record for the most threats made? Who holds the record for the most fork stabbings? How many times has Dream stormed away in anger? And how Calliope and Orpheus had just shaken their heads and continued eating, no break in Calliope and Death's conversation
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ficsofabotchedmind · 1 month
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Family that slays together, stays together
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Summary? Nope.
Warnings? Hell yeah!: Blood, murder, disposal, knives, sibling bonding over murder, just a lot.
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Every single person always overlooked Martin and Jessica Whitly’s youngest except Ainsley, their sister. 
You see while Ainsley had Malcolm, Y/n had Ainsley and while it had faltered as they got older, Ainsley and Y/n still protected one another no matter what, even helping cover up a murder. 
It was late when Y/n’s cellphone rung, looking at the phone it was Malcolm, “Ugh, what does he want? Hello?” 
Malcolm was out of breath, and he had a wild tinge to his tone, “Y/n, I need your help, it’s Ainsley.” 
Y/n’s breath caught in their throat at the thought of something happening to their big sister and as they shot up and flew around the house, they asked, “What happened?” 
Malcolm stopped for a second and then responded, “Not over the phone, just get here now.” 
With that, the siblings hung up and Y/n flew out of their house and over to their mothers. 
Letting themselves in, Y/n did a survey of everything as they walked through the house. 
Things didn’t look different, but they felt different something was off and as they walked into the dining/living area, it became clear. 
Nicholas Endicott lay on the floor with blood surrounding him and as Y/n got closer, they saw the deep slit on his throat and multiple stab wounds to his torso. 
While anyone else would balk at the sight of a dead body, especially one with so much blood and violence involved, Y/n did not. 
When you are a Whitly you’re not like others, and your father’s genetics made sure of that. 
Y/n took in every detail, and after what seemed like hours taking in every stab wound and the slit across his neck, Malcolm spoke, “We don’t have time, we need to get Endicott's body out of here before morning, hurry!” 
Y/n would ask what happened later but right now, the Surgeons children did what they do best, murder and disposal. 
Y/n went around gathering everything that was caught in the aftermath and set it aside so it could be taken care of later and once that was done, they focused on what their brother was doing, “Malcolm, let me get the next part while you finish the clean-up.” 
Malcolm was about to protest before Y/n made an obvious show of missing certain items, of course it was only a show though, Y/n was more of Martin than Malcolm or Ainsley ever would be and then you add Jessica’s issues on top and you have the perfect killing machine. 
Malcolm moved aside and gave Y/n the saw, and as the saw sunk into the flesh and worked its way through the bone all Y/n could do was smile. 
Just like their big sister, Y/n preferred a knife. It was more satisfying, anger dissipating as the knife would sink in repeatedly, blood casting into your face, spreading onto your hands, dripping. 
Malcolm observed Y/n, he saw the smile spread wide, the calm in their eyes, the precise cuts Y/n made along Endicott's body to dispose of him, he saw someone he would have to watch and make sure no one found out. Malcolm wasn’t stupid, he had a feeling this may not be Y/n’s first time, they’re a Whitly. 
Hurrying up and getting the body dissected, put into bags, and the bags into suitcases, Malcolm handed the rest of the clean-up off to Y/n, “I’m not stupid, finish the clean up, get yourself clean and then dispose of everything, we meet back here. Oh, if Ainsley asks, I did it. Go it?” 
Y/n cocked their brown along with their head, “Yeah, got it. And Malcolm, what did Ainsley do?” 
Taking a breath, Malcolm spoke, “I’ll explain when this is done, we just need to hurry up.” 
Y/n took the supplies once again and set to work, after a bit longer of scrubbing and missing a spot on a book for the hell of it because let’s be honest, it will be easier for all of them for their mother to learn that way. 
After getting everything cleaned up, Y/n went to go shower but decided to check in Ainsley first.  
Looking inside the room, Y/n could clearly see their big sister still sleeping and Y/n carefully made their way back out, into the hall and continued to their bathroom. 
Once in, they took a black trash bag, stripped, and shoved the clothes in the bag to burn with everything else. 
Setting the water to the hottest temperature, Y/n got in and took their time.  
Standing there with their head down, watching with a smile as the blood mixed with the water and swirled down the drain. 
After 15 minutes of standing there, Y/n heard the door open and rushed through the rest of the shower. 
Once done and dressed Y/n took everything and with Malcolm’s help, disposed of the other half of the evidence. 
Going back to their childhood home they finally were able to sit, and Y/n could finally get some answers, “Malcolm, what happened with Endicott?” 
Malcolm sighed and looked to Y/n debating on telling the truth or not, but he decided it would be best to tell them the truth, “I’ll tell you the condensed version. Endicott came over and Ainsley…I…Y/n, Ainsley blacked out and killed him.” 
Y/n suppressed the urge to roll their eyes at him, and asked, “Does she recall anything?” 
Malcolm grew quiet and thought back and the answered, “Not that I could tell, she asked what happened, I told her it was me, and then I sent her to clean up.” 
Y/n already knowing that Ainsley had a bit more of Martin in her than Malcolm did but less than them asked, “Is it possible she does but she’s lying about it?” 
Malcolm sighed and was about to answer when the two heard Ainsley get up and quickly rushed out, “Let’s hope not.” 
Making her way in the dining/living area, Ainsley did a once over of the area and asked in a slight whisper, “Is it all done?”  
Y/n took the initiative and stepped forward, “It’s all done and over, we don’t have to worry about Nicholas Endicott any longer.” 
Ainsley produced a small smile and collapsed in Y/n’s arms, “Thank God!” 
Staying there for a minute but then retreating, Ainsley looked Y/n in the eye and in that moment, they knew that Ainsley wasn’t lying. 
Malcolm motioned that he was going in the kitchen for food so they could all eat and after the night that was just had, they certainly needed it. 
Sitting on the couch, Ainsley patted the seat beside her motioning for the youngest out of the 3 to sit and once they did, she dropped her head on their shoulder, “Thank you for helping Malcolm, I know you two don’t necessarily get along but you did tonight to protect the family, so thank you.” 
Y/n took a breath and laid their head on top of Ainsley’s, “Of course. We need to stick together, or we will all fall. We are now all complicit in this, Ainsley and we must stick together.” 
After staying quiet for a few minutes, Ainsley spoke as Malcolm walked in the room, “I know, and we will.” 
Taking the food from Malcolm, they all ate in silence but after an hour, Y/n spoke calmly before taking a bite from their sandwich, “Just to be clear with both of you, if anyone gets too close to the truth and threatens this family in anyway, I am going to kill them with no hesitation.” 
Both Ainsley and Malcolm observed Y/n, they knew in that moment that their sibling was speaking the truth, they knew no matter who it was, Y/n would kill them to protect the family secrets. 
All three looked at each other and made a silent pact that if anyone gets close, they had to go. 
Most would think that this calm would seem eerie, but they are Whitly’s after all and murder is what they do best.  
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Bonus: After the reveal and learning that Ainsley knew 
“Sooooo, how many have you killed?” Ainsley asked with a side eye 
Malcolm gaped and Y/n laughed, “Enough.” 
Malcolm’s eyes got wider, “When??” 
Y/n casually asked, “Before or after Ainsley killed Endicott?” 
Malcolm had had it, they were going to drive him further up the wall than he already was, “Enough, I need sleep. You two clean, I’m going to my room.” 
The two youngest snickered, the murder had helped them grow closer once again but before Malcolm could leave the room, Y/n asked, “Does it help to know they were all bad?” 
Malcolm sighed and thought with a shake of his head as he left behind the giggling pair, “So that’s who’s been killing those people who have been released, not surprised.” 
Both Jessica and Malcolm could hear them cackling and Y/n shout, “The family that slays together, stays together.” 
Jessica groaned and downed her wine but smiled slightly at the fact they had at least bonded over something and went back to her writing; Malcolm shook his head with a soft smile and made his way up to his room. 
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gemkun · 17 days
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anonymous said : Are your parents proud of all of your achievements? ( for Dr. Ratio )
      ⸻       the   dawn   rises   ,   redirecting   its   rays   from   captivating   lines   to   a   query   ,   recondite   in   its   scarcity.   closed   ,   his   tome   resigns   ,   providing   the   doctor   with   arrant   focus   ,   despite   the   address   being   a   trifling   matter   entirely.   one   ,   that   was   seldom   on   his   mind.
  ❝   they   are.   ❞   he   states   ,   as   if   it   were   gospel.   after   all   ,   what   child   —   what   prodigal   child   ,   was   not   revered   by   his   parents   ?   with   all   his   accolades   ,   all   his   accomplishments   ,   all   that   he   had   done.   why   would   there   not   be   admiration   intertwined   ?   ❝   ever   since   i   showed   promise   ,   they   have   always   been   relatively   proud.   ❞   for   the   likes   of   veritas   ratio   ,   a   detached   lilt   is   hardly   unusual.   even   if   it   involves   the   topic   of   family.
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  but   his   eyes   harden   ,   losing   that   lustre   for   only   a   moment.   steering   pupils   to   stray   minutely   —   a   smidge   from   the   enquirer   ,   as   he   ruminates   silently.   until   recognition   scolds   to   yield   and   revert   to   rationality’s   path.   ❝   since   my   embarkation   ,   i   have   maintained   little   to   no   contact   with   them   ,   but   once   i   finish   my   work   here   ,   paying   a   visit   is   a   feasible   consideration.   ❞
  he   ponders   on   the   situation   he   envisions   ,   regarding   his   return   to   home.   an   endeavour   he   would   partake   in   ,   once   his   promise   was   fulfilled.   or   rather   ,   when   he   would   reclaim   his   birthright   ,   sworn   to   him.
  there   must   be   a   wrap   —   up   ,   however   ,   with   time   being   a   precious   and   limited   commodity.   ❝   do   not   be   dismayed   ,   being   away   from   family   for   a   prolonged   amount   of   time   is   a   common   ordeal   amongst   all   pioneers.   besides   ,   they   did   not   hesitate   to   enrol   me   once   the   letter   of   admission   was   delivered   to   our   doorstep.   ❞
  reinstated   ,   neutrality   restores   the   doctor   to   his   prior   impartial   countenance   ,   erasing   any   and   all   trace   of   so   —   called   tells.   ❝   you   could   argue   that   i   am   the   embodiment   of   their   lost   ambition.   ❞
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xiaoluclair · 1 year
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my favorite max quote is the press conference when he got the toro rosso seat in 2014 "can you be better than your father?" "of course." it's all about the fathers and sons its all about the fathers and sons
can u believe some girl(gn) just going about their midwifery job in hasselt really saw a baby come out of the womb holding a mic to drop.
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bladesmitten · 4 months
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the durge&orin and zuko&azula parallels... the bhaalspawn duel and the final agni kai... can anyone hear me
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altarwaiting · 8 months
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me when
I have given up everything for you! I...I don't even know who I am anymore. Because of what I have done to protect you.
Protect me? Or control me?
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shivroythinker · 11 months
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hey. did you guys know that being The Favorite of an abusive parent very much does not mean you are safe or loved. and that in fact it can actually be a very unsafe and traumatizing position to be in in its own way. especially for a child.
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vounoura · 8 months
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durge and orin. I have feelings for them
#spoilers#major spoilers#the way festering resentment was the only way this could ever end#the way durge was created all the way down to their marrow as a long-term investment and manipulated from the very moment of their birth#so much so they've had a direct link to bhaal beside them since they were a small child so they can't even think about being anything else#the way durge's existence directly means that to bhaal orin was doomed to never be anything more than the spare. the backup to her prodigal#sibling who rakes in all the accolades and is the *truly* favoured child. the way even the narrative outright says you're his favourite and#always have been and how even her allies and the very temple of bhaal itself want *you* to be bhaal's chosen and win back your birthright#the way how even after utterly humiliating durge and taking their place bhaal (notoriously abusive father who's care for his kids extends#only as far as they're useful to him) STILL showers durge in accolades and praise through fel and gives them powerful gifts#and even takes slayer form away from orin to give to you (though tbh I think that's boring the orin 1v1 should be a slayer vs slayer fight.#no strategy. no finesse. just pure violence. the last one still twitching wins.)#its the way on a durge run all of her work and bhaal STILL snubs her bc you exist. the way she's been left behind bc YOU exist.#what other way could this have ended. you're both bhaalspawn.#I have strong feelings abt you orin ma'am I love you and your incredible violence#saint plays bg3
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greghatecrimes · 2 months
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house: if i had a nickel for every time i had a fellow that had a strained relationship with their father, a mother that died in their childhood, purposely killed a man, was called/called themselves a "prodigal child", and is bisexual, i would have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice
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gleefully-macabre · 2 years
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Imagine if Roderick Burgess HAD captured Death— black-woman-shaped Death.
Probably think he’d caught the wrong entity.
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sofiart22 · 7 months
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You live inside me, the same way I live inside you
Prodigal Son s01ep20 (dir.Chris Fedak and Sam Sklaver)// The Fall of the House of Usher (Steven Berkoff)// Prodigal Son s01ep20 (dir.Chris Fedak and Sam Sklaver)//Always Gold (Radical Face)// Antigone (Sophocles)//Prodigal Son s02ep05 (dir.Chris Fedak and Sam Sklaver)
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cristinadrawss · 2 years
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Murder siblings
Charm/stickers idea lol
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allseeingdirt · 1 year
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im normal about sibling relationships ^__^ <- rambled for five hours about the insane siblings that is roletate (role rotate (roleswap but rotation)) xander + nate + flip and how their various (mostly rt xander’s) mental illnesses mix and interact together, and how it relates to canon xander + nate + flip/reza as their canon counterpart. and how it relates to canon flip/reza + liz + ari as their role counterpart. and (explodes)
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