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artofcarmen · 1 year

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Did some background work and got the start of the flamelight on our murder son. Its been a struggle but I think the face is closer to what I wanted. ❤️‍🔥

We also determined im doing neck tattoos in the art stream today lol

#artofcarmen #wip #art process #cr2 #critical role #caleb widogast #bren ermendrud #wizard #fire #flame #volstrucker #scourger #sweet sweet murder son #my boi #he just needs a hug yall #tattoo

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fanficlerontheroof · 1 year

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#freenoodles is that one cute ship that has tang clinging onto pigsy's arm the entire time and its all sweet and goofy and romantic and UGH #(i love these blorbos from my show)#and then you've got shadowpeaches on the other side of the couch pointing and fking CACKLING at every gory death and gruesome murder #except wukong doesnt know wtf is going on and just thinks the violent body mutation is funny #(this fandom rlly sleeps on the fact sun wukong has been alive for CENTURIES. and fought in NUMEROUS battles #aint no way he's not desensitised to violence to the point he can find humour in body mutilation)#additionally #nezha (who has also been alive for centuries and been in probably more battles than even sun wukong)#is just mildly concerned and very very confused #sandy being sandy and comforting tang + bai he throughout the gore and jumpscares #and red son too but he'll never tell #red son is NOT scared and he is only holding mei & mk's hands under the blanket bcus he felt like it #mk pissing everyone off with his constant stream of questions and mei pissing everyone off more with her in depth explanations #and and AND #mk taking notes and sharing them with wukong bcus these idiot monkey men stick together #lego monkie kid #lmk #alignment chart #lmk bai he #lmk tang #lmk red son #lmk sandy #lmk nezha #lmk sun wukong #lmk mk #lmk mei #lmk pigsy #lmk macaque #implied shipping #shit ton of tags

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fromtheseventhhell · 11 months

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Our first introduction to a revived Catelyn is learning that she can't speak but she remembers, inquiries about Arya, and accurately pointing out someone involved in that red wedding. It's been obvious from the start that she's still Catelyn, even though her being resurrected affected her. Considering fandom's trend of labeling female characters "too far gone" for not being perfect, pure, and passive it's obvious why people talk about her like they do. Yes she's angry and wants revenge but literally who wouldn't if they were in her situation? It's annoying how little empathy people have for her character. Personally, I hope there's more to her story than getting demonized for rightfully wanting revenge and having to get "put down" like she's a wild animal.

#catelyn stark #catelyn tully #lady stoneheart #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #I need people to stop talking about female character like their wild animals just cause they feel /negative/ emotions #Oh the woman who watched her son killed before getting murdered herself and then brought back to life isn't nice and sweet and gentle ohhhh #that means she absolutely has to be put down I mean what other option is there??? / srs #Show me some actual proof that she's too far gone and not just you're assumptions about someone who gets brought back to #life like we don't already have Beric walking around...I hate when fandom just decides things instead of looking at the story #like she currently has nothing not even a guarantee that any of her children are alive #reuniting with Arya is going to be big for her and you know what? I doubt she'll want to be put down like fandom assumes #she's def going to want to stay around as long as she can to protect her children especially if she's learns Bran and Rickon are alive #catelyn get behind me! I'm rooting for you!

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burymeinwillow · 5 months

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#there are a few bonanza episodes where the topic is basically the cartwrights being put in “to kill or not to kill” situations #and i think it's VERY INTERESTING how Ben and Adam and Hoss all doubt wheter Joe would/has killed someone (for revenge)#everytime that becomes the issue - if Joe is willing to straight up kill someone to avenge his family- ALL three of the older Cartwrights-#kinda just do the side eye monkey meme #like they all know he has it in him #I JUST FIND IT VERY INTERESTING and I honestly think Joe WOULD kill for revenge if any of his brothers or father was confirmed-#to have been murdered #that sweet boy got some darkness in him i just know it #Joe returning home and it's uncertain wheter he has done the deed or not and the fact Ben looks at him WITH DOUBT #you'd THINK Ben knew his sons well enough BUT YET THERE IS DOUBT #i find it very interesting

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remosdeerica · 2 years

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I wrote a thing while bored at work. If you don't wanna click the link it's all here>>>>

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Jon loved Damian. He loved him more than anything. More than Ma's apple pie, more than warm sunny days, more than flying. More than life itself.

Rationally, Jon could see how that might be a problem for his parents. They got married thinking they would have to adopt if they ever wanted children; human and Kryptonian genes were just too incompatible to conceive a child. The fact that Jon existed at all was a miracle, one that he knew his parents had tried and failed to replicate.

But Jon couldn’t help it. Damian was everything to him. Damian was the reason he got out of bed in the morning, the reason he was able to face each and every day with a smile. He was the reason Jon became Superboy. Damian was his whole world.

You've only known him for a couple of months.

You're too young to know what real love is.

He's your first real friend, you're just a little overexcited.

Just some of the things his parents had said to him when Jon had told them his feelings for Damian. They thought it was a phase.

Until The Hunter showed up.

One of the many assassins Ra's al Ghul periodically sent after his grandson, the Hunter was meticulous. Vicious. Once he set his sights on his prey there was nothing on earth that could make him give up the hunt.

The day the Hunter caught Damian was one of the worst of Jon’s life. Seeing his love strung up by his wrists like a piece of meat ready to be devoured was an image that would haunt him to his dying day.

What wouldn't haunt him, however, was the feeling of satisfaction he got as he looked into The Hunter's terrified eyes while plunging his fist through his stomach, pulverizing his insides.

His father and Uncle Bruce had been the ones to find them after the fact. With Damian still unconscious and held protectively in Jon's blood-soaked embrace. They never did find The Hunter's body.

Needless to say, they didn't think his feelings for Damian were 'just a phase' after that.

His parents blamed Damian for Jon's behavior, saying he was dangerous and a bad influence. Uncle Bruce himself begrudgingly agreed though he argued that Damian simply wasn't adjusted to 'normal life' yet.

It infuriated Jon. How dare they? Damian was perfect. Jon was more than old enough to make his own decisions. And the decision to kill The Hunter was his and his alone. Damian hadn’t even been conscious for the confrontation for crying out loud!

Jon made sure to inform his parents of this fact. He wanted to make them understand that Damian was not some evil corrupter. Jon would have killed to protect anyone he loved. With Damian, he was just a little more brutal.

That conversation landed his butt firmly in therapy.

Obsessive, his therapist, Ms. Tate called him. Codependent. Overly attached. Unhealthily fixated.

Jon remained bitter and agitated during their sessions. Refusing to give an inch. Jon didn’t see what was so wrong with protecting Damian. Damian was his. And Jon would do whatever it took to keep him safe. Ms. Tate did not seem to like this answer.

Apparently, Ms. Tate had suggested that his parents keep Jon separated from Damian for a while. That some time apart might help Jon find balance in his everyday life.

It did the exact opposite.

His parents hadn't explicitly told him that he wasn't allowed to see Damian. Being a whole city away from him meant they couldn't spend as much time together as they liked anyway. And his phone and computer privileges had been revoked, on account of the, well, murder. So, not seeing Damian hadn't been a surprise. It wasn't pleasant, especially after what Damian had gone through, but he figured it would be temporary.

Two weeks after the incident his parents revealed that they had no intention of letting him see Damian at all.

To be honest, Jon doesn't really remember what happened. One minute he was arguing with his parents, the next he was waking up strapped to a bed in one of the Watchtower's containment cells, red sun lamps glaring down on him.

His parents watched him through the observation window as he struggled against his restraints. How could they betray them like this? They were his parents! They were supposed to love him! Why were they hurting him?

For weeks they kept Jon in that cell. Strapped down and bathed in the red glow of the lamps. After the first few days, his anger had died down, leaving him feeling hollow. Numb.

His parents came and went, never entering the room. Only observing him through the window. He was pretty sure he saw Uncle Bruce once or twice, with his deeply set frown and stiff shoulders. And he had a vague sense that Kon had tried to fight his way into the cell to see him, though ended up being convinced by the Justice League to go back to Titan Tower. He may have been dreaming that last part up, though. It was hard to tell.

Jon just wanted to see Damian. He wanted to hear his voice. See one of his rare but heart-stopping smiles. To feel his calloused fingers thread through his as they held hands. That's all he wanted. Damian was all he ever wanted.

But that was looking more and more like it would never happen.

Until one night, Jon was abruptly awoken by a hand jostling his shoulder.

"Jon."

"Jon!"

"Come on, Hayseed. Wake up!"

Hayseed? Only Damian called him Hayseed…

Jon bolted up in bed as far as his restraints would let him.

"Damian!?"

Damian was dressed head to toe in black with a mask covering the bottom half of his face.

"Who else, Jon?"

Jon stared at him in wonder, even with half of his face covered, Damian was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"You came for me…."

Damian slowly raised his hand to rest on Jon's cheek.

"Of course, Beloved. I would never abandon you."

Tears of love and gratitude pooled in Jon's eyes.

"I love you, Dami."

Damian’s eyes softened.

"And I, you."

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nostalgia-tblr · 5 months

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and another thing about that movie

This bit would have been such a lovely opportunity for some wholesome mother-son bonding via sweet, sweet regicide.

Don't you think?

Go on, you can be each other's alibi. I would normally recommend not having any witnesses to such deeds, but the odds that your mother or your son will decide to rat on you for the murder you did together are probably lower than average.

Sorry, did I say murder? Of course it wasn't murder. He just died. Look, there were two of them in the room, surely one of them would have noticed if the other had done something like that? What, don't you trust them? It's his wife and his son! He can't have been murdered by his wife and his son!

#thor (2011)#i should maybe stop saying things like “sweet sweet regicide” but it's just such catchy phrase isn't it?#it is actually a bit surprising how few kings have been murdered by their own queens. even unofficially.#i am SUCH a big fan of dowager queens who rule through their sons. have i ever mentioned that? love them. what queens! literally!#sure her son's too old to need a regent BUT i bet he'd listen to her ideas and advice a lot more than her husband ever did.#and if she wants an extravagant countryside retreat built with misused public funds then this would be her chance!#(i must apologise to rats. rats don't grass. i've had rats and i asked “which of you ate the hammock?!” and none of them said a word)

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theyellowhue · 2 years

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This is the exact moment Sky decided that he wants to know more about Prapai bec immediately after this, he wrote down everything he knows about his temporary caretaker and friend's boyfriend's friend

#sky my sweet child rest easy bec prapai will take care of your heart #and possibly murder your shitty ex #sky my sweet let prapai love you and elt yourself love my idiot son #love in the air #love in the air the series #prapaisky

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blackramhall · 7 months

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So, we have our killer.

Thirty - Only Murders in the Building S3E9

Blackram Hall: whodunit, murder mystery, hardboiled, pulp, crime, thriller, italian giallo, noir and neo-noir, detectives and serial killers, spy stories, vintage, manor houses, art, life and death. Avatar pic by Mitchell Turek

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deadpuppetboi · 7 months

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Goretober Day 12: Sacrifice

Every motion he made elicited a piercing cry from the elder man, who had his hands on the rod that had struck his abdomen.

He snarled as he clutched the pole, trying to draw it out only to cry out and clench his teeth. The blood flowed through his body and over the fabric of his garments as he looked down at the cut. His body shook with pain with each breath he took, his eyesight blurring with tears as he cried out once again.

He leaned back into the crumbled seat, growling as he gazed about at the wreckage.

He'd hit the side of a home, the front of his taxi cab bending uncomfortably against the rubble. His windshield was entirely smashed, as were significant sections of the glass on the dashboard in front of him. The bumper was broken in half, and the interior of the automobile had collapsed and been left to decay on the ground below. The stench of gasoline filled his nose, prompting the elderly man to cough in distaste before his gaze shifted to his right.

A young youngster sat awkwardly next to the man, his head slashed open and blood flowing down his chin.

He appeared peaceful despite being asleep, the seat belt draped over his chest the only thing keeping him from falling out upon contact. Despite this, he was still harmed, but not as badly as the man, for which the man was grateful. He shook the youngster awake with his right arm, growling under his breath as he felt the pain race through his body.

The youngster whimpered, his eyes pinched together as he forced them open. He rubbed his head carefully before stopping and crying out, his eyes watering as the anguish echoed throughout his skull.

“Ow.”

His gaze then shifted to the elder man, his father, a tiny smile on his face before it turned frightened. His gaze tracked the silver rod that had struck his father from the outside, his eyes widening as he comprehended the complexities of the scenario.

“Dad!”

He unbuckled his seatbelt and rushed to his father's side, instantly assessing the severity of the damage. He overestimated his suffering since he couldn't conceive how much anguish his father was in after a pole struck him right in the stomach. He noted how hard his father was trying to stay away and, on impulse, shook his father's shoulders, forcing the elder man to shout in anguish.

"Sorry," the child said as he drew his hands back, "Sorry!"

The older man grumbled but held his head up, trying not to lose consciousness right away, he gently gripped and shoved his son.

"Go," he murmured, pulling his jacket over his wound to try to stop the flow.

The child gazed at him with disbelief.

“What?”

Charlie Kane shoved his son once more, prompting the boy to exit the taxi cab. The door to his left had not been damaged as badly as Charlie's. He could leave right now, right here, and get a head start on rushing away.

“I—Dad—I can't leave you. You need help. I need to get this out of you. Just—just hold on—I need to get some help, okay?”

Charlie held his breath, his grip on his son tightening, tears welling up in his eyes. He strained to speak as something metallic coursed through his taste buds, nearly making him gag. But he didn't have to say much since something else had filtered through to fill the uncomfortable silence that had formed between father and kid.

They could hear music.

The ice cream truck's music was a horrible, jumbled mess. The sounds of a distorted mesh of bells and jingles all around cause terror in the father and youngster. It had sounded so far away but so close, the truck approaching them as slowly as possible, as if the driver wanted to prolong the sensation.

Charlie pushed his son as far as he could towards the door.

"Go," he screamed, ignoring his son's protests, "just go!"

The small boy shook his head, his gaze flying to the ice cream truck, his father, and the pole that had hit him.

Ice cream truck, his father, and the pole.

The pole, his father, and the ice cream truck.

Ice cream truck, his father, and the pole.

He just couldn't pick, he wouldn't choose, he couldn't leave his father like this, not when he would be exposed.

He'll be killed! Or even worse! The child didn't know, but he knew it would be horrible if he just went away like a coward.

"Dad, please-" The boy wailed, begging him to accompany him. Despite his severe injury, he didn't want to abandon him.

But Charlie was insistent, shoving his son towards the door with both hands, not expecting the rod to dig even deeper into flesh. Despite his anguish, the father continued to push his son, the music from the ice cream truck becoming increasingly loud. As he reached over to the glove compartment, opened it, grabbed the pistol, and placed it into his son's hands, the dad bit his tongue.

“JUST GO!”

When the child saw the pool of blood spilling from the open hole, he looked at his father. His spit was bile and blood, practically flowing onto the tiny boy when he tried to approach his father.

He shed a few tears softly to himself before turning and opening the creaking door. He gave his father one last look before peering over the corner, his expression growing terrified as he jumped out of the taxi and hurried away into the night.

Charlie Kane, now alone, concentrated his attention on his wound, wailing to himself as he sat back, the pain increasing greater by the second. He felt a few tears fall down his cheeks, his hands shaking as he put a portion of his jacket around his wound, which was now covered in his blood. His abdomen was becoming numb, and he would have considered it a godsend if it hadn't been for the person who appeared beside him.

Closing his eyes hard, the elderly man could hear and feel his cab move uncomfortably as a huge person approached him on the side. He warily looked over and unmistakably saw someone who wasn't even human. They wouldn't consider themselves human in the least.

Sweet Tooth saw his father groan and clutched his wound with his one working eye.

He stood there without empathy, watching the older guy struggle to keep himself upright, attempting to put his anxiety away when his eldest son stared at him. He could see him curse to himself, asking him to stop, crying out in anguish as the pole bore further into him. But the elderly man kept his composure, his eyes sharp and his mouth full of blood.

He wants to go to give this…monster the least bit of salification, not in the slightest.

Stubborn, old man.

"Marcus," the old man gasped, "you can do whatever you want with me, but leave that boy-"

Needles Kane drove his knife into the older man's throat, without allowing him to finish his sentence. The older man gasped, his eyes wide as he began to cough, his hands frantically clutching at the gloved hand as the knife began to slide itself across. His neck began to break open, showing the pesky flesh beneath and allowing the blood to flow freely.

Whatever breath he took was in vain as his body began to shut down, slowly but steadily, the old man would die a painful and drawn-out death.

The killer clown examined the blood on the weapon after removing the knife from the old man. The scarlet glistened in the light of the full moon above, dropping upon the glove he was wearing and the skin he had harmed out of spite. It thrilled him to take another life, but it profoundly grieved him to do so in the person of someone who showed no remorse.

No traces of fear.

No witty comeback.

Not even a snide remark.

Pathetic…

Before stepping out of the cab, the killer clown-eyed the corpse next to him. He flicked the blood off his knife as he slammed the door shut, causing the pane to fracture as he did so.

Somewhere, someplace, that brat is pissing his pants thinking he was just at arm’s length. Knife in hand, ready to sever his peachy skin and splatter his blood like a sprinkler.

He couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he finally got to him.

That wonderful, delectable, and priceless fear.

#tw blood #tw gore #tw injury #tw murder #twisted metal #twisted metal game #twisted metal black #sweet tooth #marcus kane #needles kane #charlie kane and son #child kane #taxi boy #goretober #goretober 2023 #my writing

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brokerkisser · 8 months

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look at my loser thot son

Blue Diamond, aka Devin Frost. he's just a weird little man ^_^ A melodramatic & arrogant sad boy, while also having a shit ton of anxiety. he got all of his parents flaws!!! :-D plus he's wearing his dad's boots, and carrying his cane. Devin has a morbid fascination with death & the human body. curious of what lengths of pain a human could endure. Mainly fueled by the fact is he not a human! bc he is a gemstone <3 oh and, he's a mortician. (& autistic)(they're all autistic.) He's also, made out of lionel's ashes (+ vivian's eyes) if that makes sense. I remembered about the thing of turning a person's ashes into diamonds and so I made their kid a diamond <3 how lovely! Yeah his parents were both dead when he was born. that doesn't.. effect him at all or anything.. espically the, being made of his dead parents part...

#from seeking and discovering myths to literal murder/medical malpractice #if that makes sense.#he's not rlly evil or anything he's just a bit fucked #i need to stop making all my fandom characters be fucked up and gorey bc all my fav medias are kids plastic shows #oh well.#i just remembered diamonds have a hardness of 10 my thot son is fucking JACKED #anyways *shakes him around like a bug in a jar*#I imagine he constantly accidentally hurts people bc he's so unaware of the strength he has #Despite his kind of morbid personality he is very sweet. and will cry if he did accidentally hurt someone #voidexiart #missing link 2019 #fanchild #fan child #oc:DevinCliveFrost

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thatsneakymedic · 10 months

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HOW ADORABLE ARE YOU?

“Well, I’m not surprised. Not many people would think otherwise. It’s serves me well as way too many people put their trust on me for my unassuming appearance. I’ve been called... “cute” before. And weirdly enough, I don’t mind it at all. Just as long as it doesn’t get too disrespectful.”

He’s somehow quite flattered by this result.

#dash games #he is adorable!#my sweet son #;_;#even if he is a murderous corpse collecting little shit

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fortune-maiden · 2 years

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Todays Only Murders episode brought back all the regulars! :D

Except Oscar of course.

Meanwhile next week looks like it’ll be an Alice episode. Yaaaaaaaaaay……

#only murders in the building #it was a good episode!#a lot of sweet moments between Charles and Lucy #aaaand less sweet moments between fathers and sons #I am still very sad about Bunny though :(

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el-im · 2 years

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