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mad-hunts · 23 days

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“I’m not suspicious. I’m just cautious.”

after hearing those first three words, barton decided almost immediately that the other must've been lying through her teeth. he saw the look that she gave him. or, what he perceived to be a look, anyway. it was filled with unease at what she was witnessing; though, barton truly hadn't done anything wrong ( yet ). though he supposed a part of him could understand why this might look bad to other people. he was going on a date with a woman he'd met a week prior that night and she seemed to be completely 'trashed' now. which, didn't exactly inspire confidence in anyone around him that she was one hundred percent 'a-okay.' it unfortunately wasn't unheard of for criminals to try to get their victims in an inebriated state so that they could steal from them more easily or worse. especially in a city like gotham.

but if barton was being honest, his date being what he liked to call a ' light weight ' and getting drunker than a skunk off of just two drinks was not something he wanted to happen. things just seemed to steer in that direction as he had faith that his partner could make her own informed decisions about how much alcohol she wanted to consume. she was only a few years younger than barton, after all, but it seemed like she had bit off more than she could chew anyhow. a sigh left the blonde's lips as he adjusted his hold on her slouching body so she wouldn't fall. he was hoping, or perhaps praying might be a better word to use in this context, that giving her a ton of water to drink might help relieve her of some of her symptoms; the most concerning one arguably being the most obvious one. but that unfortunately didn't come to pass. barton's date, dana, could not stay on her own two feet to save her life.

and it was really starting to annoy barton. in the end, however, he had to remember that they were in a quite populated bar environment and openly showing that? it might not be the best move to make. thus, barton plastered on the best smile that he could while his eyes zeroed in on khare's. the more friendly he appeared... the better, as that would probably make her more amenable to leaving the two of them the hell alone. barton was planning on killing dana after this date, and nothing was going to change that, ❝ oh, yeah. i totally get that. you can never be too careful whenever it comes to this town, right? but i promise you that my date is in good hands! me and her were just talking about how i'm gonna drive her home because she's had a little too much to drink. right, dana? ❞

a beat had passed without no response from his date, but then a hurried nod came from her as she fazed back into reality. god's — why couldn't this have been like any of the other dates he'd been on that week that ended in disaster for the other person? barton thought he had always been pretty careful not to draw attention to himself while he was out. and that way, he wouldn't be remembered, but he probably would be now. the actual action of opening the door in front of him couldn't come soon enough; a recited, nervous chuckle leaving his mouth, ❝ anyways... you saw my beautiful partner confirm it. now, would you please excuse us? i believe dana also said something about feeling nauseous, and i do not want to be cleaning vomit off my seats. so, the sooner we leave, the better. ❞

#oculusxcaro #AHH i know i didn't really describe barton's annoyance here but... trust me he's annoyed lol #barton really doesn't like to quote unquote ' babysit people ' as he'd put it. though in this situation it would just be common decency to-#help his date of course. however barton's only on it because... well he wants to kill her which i know is super messed up JSJSJ barton just #doesn't care about that aspect of things at all. like this man's morality has been skewed for a LONG time but anyhow #i hope you liked this reply!!#tw: planning of a murder.#tw: allusions to being drugged / given alcohol purposely to impede judgment.

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ibrithir-was-here · 3 months

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Rosemary is for Remembrance Part 5

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churomo · 2 years

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cynos

#hes either planning a murder or thinking abt what he wants for dinner #cyno #my art #genshin impact #tw eyestrain

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awyeahitssam · 1 month

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Based on the idea that Malfoy could not get the vanishing cabinet to work effectively, and decided to mention, instead, that Hogwarts was taking the Great Hall wards down for a six-fucking-week course on Apparation. This is what wouldn't happen. But it's where my mind went, first. Warning: Graphic Violence

A loud crack signified the first successful Apparition.

Harry’s eyes, closed in preparation for his own attempt, snapped open and his head turned. It wasn't a student standing at the other end of the Great Hall, though. Harry jolted for his wand as other students began to turn to the cloaked figure, but before he could take aim there were four more sharp cracks.

Dark-robed, masked Death Eater’s were apparating directly into the Great Hall, the only place the castle wards were down for Hogwarts students to learn how to do the same.

Bellatrix LeStrange was the first to appear sans mask, having no need for discretion. She took in the scene with a cackle, batting away Harry’s immediate curse effortlessly as she cooed, “Aww, look at the wittle student's trying to learn!”

In his periphery Harry saw Neville lift his own wand, and they cast simultaneously. This time, Bellatrix twisted out of the way. “Do the wittle babies wanna play?”

“Sectumsempra,” Harry hissed with malice, fully aware of the spell's effects, now. Bellatrix’s eyes widened a bit even as she turned out of the way, quick as a dancer. The Death Eater behind her fell to their knees as their body was pulled apart by deep, horrible gashes.

More cracks sounded; Harry began to send out indiscriminate stunners, hoping to catch the intruders before they realised they were being cast at. They all came prepared for battle to have begun, shield charms springing around them immediately.

“Bombarda!” Ron called grimly.

“Expulso!” shouted Neville.

“Protego Maxima,” murmured Hermione. “Accio Susan Bones. Protego. Stupefy—students to the teacher's entrance!”

The frozen bodies of some of their yearmates seemed to jolt, realisation settling. Many students turned tail and ran.

Susan Bones, having narrowly been pulled out of the way of a powerful cutting curse that had gouged into stone walls by Hermione, was casting stunners, petrification hexes, and disarming charms. Harry was not nearly so restrained, once he realised the stunners were ineffective. Sectumsempra broke through shields like a battering drill and Death Eaters were falling, ripped apart by his fury. Curses flew from Harry's wand as fast as he could think of them: conjunctivitis, blasting, jelly-fingers, reductors, even slug-vomiting. He conjured six venomous snakes that shot off without instruction, knowing his will. Yet again and again, Harry came back to the Half-Blood Prince’s spell, the most devastatingly effective of them all. People were dying from its effectiveness, but Harry didn’t care, because they had dared step foot in Hogwarts—

A horrible pressure was building in Harry’s head as half the hall emptied. A wand prodded Harry’s spine, and he stilled, shaking with rage and adrenaline. “Call—call off the snakes, Potter,” a somewhat familiar voice demanded shakily.

“I’d rather they bite your father, Nott,” said Harry coldly. “Drop your wand before I have to make you regret it.”

The wand trembled, for a moment, against his spine. “C-Cruci—”

Harry drove his elbow back, hard, and slammed down one foot on Nott's. The taller boy stumbled back in pain, and it was no great difficulty to stun him. He hit the floor, hard, and Malfoy’s grey eyes were large and frightened as he stared at Harry, still as prey.

At once, Harry realised what he had done “You,” he said, scar pulsing horribly. “You did this. You brought war to a school filled with literal children, you stupid, useless brat. You're scared of what Voldemort will do to you? Just wait, Malfoy. His punishment would be bliss compared to what you deserve for this.”

“Such a temper, Harry Potter,” came Lord Voldemort’s cold voice. He had made no sound as he apparated, not like his followers, but Harry’s viciously prickling scar had made his imminent arrival clear. “You have done well, Draco. You will be… rewarded.”

Malfoy’s eyes darted in fright from Harry to the Dark Lord, and Voldemort was barely in time to hiss “Stop,” to the snake that had snuck up on the boy.

“You don't obey him,” Harry hissed, “you’re mine. Do what you’re made for, dear one.”

Draco turned just in time to see the snake strike out at his neck. It vanished before its fangs could load the boy with venom, and Harry turned his hateful scowl to Voldemort, who’s gaze already rested upon him, intent, heavy and fascinated.

“Deal with it, Hermione,” he snapped.

“Harry—” came Hermione’s warning voice, but Harry couldn’t listen, had to dodge out of the way of Voldemort’s spell. The Dark Lord tilted his head, stare thoughtful, and then turned his yew wand… away.

Harry watched him with a wariness not misplaced: Romilda Vane, nearly out of the Great Hall via the Professor’s entrance, fell to the cruciatus curse with a cry of pain.

“Drop your wands, children,” the Dark Lord said, red eyes still locked on Harry as his soft, cold voice echoed through all corners of the room, carried by wandless magic.

Harry grit his teeth at the seeming opportunity, well aware of Voldemort's objective. And yet, truly, he could not have picked a worse target to try and bring Harry under his control than the girl who had nearly raped him. He cast a wordless sonorous on himself to refute the order: “Don't give an inch. There are First Years in these walls. Do to them what you would to Umbridge. They're twice her threat. Any student who raised a wand to help Voldemort’s sect will be treated as hostile. See how I handle my enemies, Goyle, and ask yourself if that cheap shot is worth your life.”

Even as he spoke, Harry turned from Voldemort, dismissive, and focused on thinning the herd. Thirteen Death Eater’s still stood, including Bellatrix, who was engaged with Neville and Ron. Harry used every spell that came to his mind, even those from the Half-Blood Prince’s book he had not tested before. One man was effectively eviscerated, much to Harry’s disgust. He only used that spell once.

When he saw one of his snakes change course he pulled the magic from them, an effective banishment, cold eyes finding Voldemort again. He had not heard the man speak parseltongue, and indeed he was still holding the crucio, face twisted strangely as he watched Harry.

“My, my,” said Voldemort, immediate once he had regained Harry’s attention, two more of his people fallen, “so vicious, little snake. Does Dumbledore know you have venom?”

“I don't give a fuck what he knows,” Harry said harshly. “This is a school.” This is my home. “Focus on the bloody Ministry, and leave children out of it.”

Voldemort had the gall to laugh, high and cold. “This is not merely a school, Harry Potter,” he said. “There is a reason you children stand your ground and fight. This is where Dumbledore trains his small, young army to go to war and die, as their parents did before them.”

Wrath bubbles in Harry, heavy and explosive, and he must look as unhinged and inhuman as the man watching him as he cages it behind his teeth. He flicks a shield charm around Bones and Abbott before a reductor hits, and a disarming charm hits the perpetrators back. He breaks the dark-wooded wand into two pieces the moment he catches it.

“You truly think Dumbledore has taught us anything? Even my ‘private lessons’ with the man are just memories of your life, as if I care that you got away with murder when you were still sixteen.” Hermione pulls Vane’s still writhing body from the room, and Voldemort’s cruciatus ends, but he does not seem to notice or care, eyes locked on Harry. “The only reason I fight is because I do not believe in the world you are trying to create. Because you say things like ‘magic is night' and still try to subjugate witches and wizards, as if the fresh magic in their veins is poisoned by the muggles they're born to. I defy you, Lord Voldemort, because you decided your best course was killing a baby over a half-heard prophecy, and still try to kill me to this day. I am not going to stand here and let you. I don't believe ‘magic is might’. I've already killed many of your people tonight… but that—that wasn’t over ideology. That is because I will kill as many as it takes to keep your grasping, greedy fucking hands out of my school.”

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mugentakeda · 6 months

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the successful aftermath of the first ever (improvised) top surgery, invented by master katara of the southern water tribe and performed on fire lord zuko (circa 104 ag)

#sokka is a prodigy inventor that specializes in engineering and tactics.#and katara is a prodigy that specializes in EVIL SURGERY and ANATOMY MURDER. she just doesnt know it yet.#and zuko is her NUMBER ONE ENABLER #its like how azula is a prodigy in firebending and zuko is a prodigy in breaking and entering #hes like I bet you anything we can use bloodbending for good things (trying to make her feel better about it)#and it leads to unethical medical practices (because they cant do anything legal and normal for fun together)#she didnt even come up with a plan for how she was gonna do it she free styled and it worked #sokka hates them both so much hes never leaving them unattended together for longer than 5 minutes ever again #atla #avatar the last airbender #katara #zuko #blood tw #alicias art

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therealnotta · 1 year

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ok i thought about it and actually, the wildest thing in the wizard of oz series (to me) was when the tin man, scarecrow, and A Random Child whose name I can't remember all went to find the tin man's ex. and they stop at tin man's buddy's house, to see if he knows where said ex is these days, and buddy isn't there, so they go inside to wait for him

and the house???? is full of severed body parts?????? just everywhere, they're in a barrel by the door, they're on the table, just chunks of clearly human flesh and a mess of limbs and whatnot, tin man thinks this is fine, scarecrow is really creeped out, scarecrow opens a cabinet and finds a severed human head

tin man runs on over and is like "what the f- oh that's me lol" and it's??? HIS old severed head??? so the scarecrow is just barely recovered from this, tin man is explaining the situation of how he became tin again, etc. etc.

and then the eyes open

and long story short the tin man's soul transferred to his new tin body, but it takes more than having your soul removed to kill you in oz... so his old body is still alive, but without its memories and completely confused and disoriented

the friend comes back and casually mentions how it took a bit for the transferring to finish, and after that the head just didn't remember anything. that means there was a bit there where this head DID have all of the tin man's memories still, and as far as he knew his friend had just left him without a body in a cabinet, unable to move, while the rest of his body just... walked off without him. literally horrific and the tin man is just like "haha! how quirky!" and honestly it's not the worst thing to have happened to him so i can't fault him for that but like. i'd be a little worried if one of my oldest friends told me that they'd totally leave me in a cabinet while my soul slowly left my body and wouldn't even feel bad.

#yeaaaah im gonna be honest #you really should've told your ex that you didn't die :/#wizard of oz #tin man #tw dismemberment #it was so wild #the poor kid who DIDNT go on the original adventure #and DOESNT know that this is just how the tin man is?? wild #the friend was highkey so troubling #long story short not all of the body parts were from this tin man #someone else had become tin #and this friend had taken pieces from both of them and just. glued it together. literally used glue #and intended to use the resulting person as a servant #but the person had just kinda. left #i literally can't imagine #it's like being besties with mr. victor frankenstein #and then when you're a ghost you look and. hey. why're you sewing my old arm onto someone else's torso victor #victor i know i said id donate my body to science but this is weird now #VICTOR WHY IS MY OLD ARM ATTACHED TO A NEW PERSON AND DOING THINGS VICTOR #HEY VICTOR MY OLD ARM JUST KILLED SOMEONE. YOU MADE ME A MURDERER AFTER I DIED. REAL COOL VICTOR WHAT WAS THE PLAN HERE.#except in this case the resulting person #this isn't a joke #the resulting person went out. and married the tin man's ex #it was the wildest scene #him and the other guy who got turned into tin had #as it turned out #both been engaged to this girl #so they show up #and find out that she married both of their corpses basically #but the corpse was alive and just. pissed off all the time

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vicciouxs · 6 months

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⠀⠀⠀⠀Hannah Doyle, 24. she / her now listening to she's a monster by exhibit decay...

⠀⠀⠀Hannah is the middle daughter of 7 siblings and they lived, with her parents, on a farm located in a small town. Her parents were extremely religious, as was the town, so Hannah grew up in a conservative, closed environment, where she didn't feel accepted. In the same way that being the middle child she felt that no one paid attention to her, she felt like a shadow or sometimes even like a ghost that you only notice when she does something wrong. In conclusion, her childhood was mostly solitary, which led to a personality that was somewhat closed and complex to access, because in the town she didn't have many friends, except for a neighbor who spoke with her out of her parents' obligation, but she didn't consider her either a friend. However, when Hannah was around 8 years old, her parents hired a maid from the church who would later become quite close with Hannah.

⠀⠀⠀Throughout her growing up Hannah showed a certain fascination with food, she loved to eat and was always hungry; but soon that hunger would turn into something more, something more twisted and deeper that she couldn't explain. Food was beginning to seem boring to her, she loved it, but it was boring, it satisfied her physically, not emotionally, and that frustrated her. How could something she loved so much make her feel so empty? Her response to that was to eat more, in the vain hope that if she was full she wouldn't feel empty. For religious reasons, her family used to practice fasting and they were very strict with food, so she had no choice but to beg the maid, Lola, for something to eat, she didn't care what it was, she just needed something else. But when her parents sent Lola away, Hannah began to feel more and more anxious, sometimes even acting aggressively toward her parents or siblings because something inside her desperately needed to eat and she couldn't control it.

⠀⠀⠀During one of the meals, one of her older sisters, Elisa, gave Hannah her food when she saw that she had even begun to trim her nails; and that's what they did day after day, during every meal, until their parents noticed. From that moment Hannah barely remembers anything, everything is blurry in her mind, she only remembers the sound of the plate crashing against the wall and her mother's screams just inches from her face. They were ashamed of her, she was clear about it and that's why they took her out of the house, so that she could reflect on her behavior; but she did everything but that.

⠀⠀⠀She wandered around the farm like a lost soul, listening to her stomach growl and her head spin, she had to eat, she needed to eat and suddenly a heavy breathing caught her attention. It came from her neighbors' farm and as if that breath was calling her, Hannah sneaked into the plot through a hole in the fence. She walked for a few minutes until she ran into a small rabbit, that was on its deathbed, perhaps because it had tried to escape and had been injured in the process, not knowing that this would cause its death. Hannah knew very well that when an animal was injured it was best to sacrifice it, so she crouched down next to it, ready to do the same thing she had seen Lola do with the chickens many times, but this time it was different. She barely remembered what happened, everything became dark when she began to feel the hot blood descending down her throat and how the small animal was losing heat between her hands. What came next were the horrified screams of her neighbors and the widening eyes of her parents; but none of that mattered to her, the important thing was that she no longer felt hungry, she was satisfied.

⠀⠀⠀Her parents didn't know what to do with her, they tried to take her to priests, use penance, punish her, they even tried to perform an exorcism on her, but nothing worked, Hannah didn't seem to regret her actions. So his last option was to put her in a convent, where her life would change forever. There she ate once a day and if she dared to escape to look for something else they punished her with lashes and even more fasting, on one occasion they even locked her up which caused her to completely embrace madness.

⠀⠀⠀She was isolated, she didn't talk to anyone, no one talked to her, the only thing that accompanied her were the voices in her head and the roar of her stomach that made more and more noise with each day that passed without eating. But as if something had heard her hunger, a young novice, who took pity on her, tried to help her, a big mistake. Her name was Sophia and she would always remember the fear she saw in her beautiful blue eyes. The young woman opened the door to give her something to eat and when she did, Hannah, who was bigger and stronger, pounced on her. She began to devour her by the throat, so that she wouldn't scream and what happened next is in black, she doesn't even remember what she did with the blood or the body, but once the door was open, Hannah escaped from there and again she felt satiated, she was no longer hungry.

⠀⠀⠀She left a note behind her, she and Sophia were lovers who had escaped together and so no one would deign to look for them beyond that horrible convent.

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theywrites · 2 days

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He's shampooing his hair, the chain clanks against the marble floor, the tiled wall. Hot water runs down the drain, the room is damp from the heat. When he steps out of the shower, the mirror is clouded, and he wipes a line with his hand to see that his hair has grown long.

(How long has he been here? Suddenly, he remembers his purpose. He's become too comfortable with the situation. This is only temporary. After all, he is going to kill L.)

#.mine #Light Yagami #Death Note #L Lawliet #//tw planned murder??

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aspiringwarriorlibrarian · 1 year

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I mean I do feel bad for Neo getting taken over but like....this is on her. Boohoo, you got so into mentally coercing the 17-year-old into suicide that now that you've succeeded you realized it was a waste of time? Gee, I feel so bad for you, if only you were a grown adult who could have figured that out yourself rather than torturing a teenager because you couldn't take revenge on the person actually responsible for Torchwick's death. Maybe if you'd grown up and learned to stop throwing tantrums whenever you didn't get what you wanted, you wouldn't be so upset when you broke your own toys.

#rwby spoilers #neo politan #suicide tw #like sure that was fucked up for cc to do that #but like...don't expect me to feel bad because her 'murder an innocent child' plan hurt HER #as far as I am concerned that is just desserts

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therighthandofvengeance · 1 year

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Ivanova: do you think anyone would notice if I just… killed Bester?

Garibaldi: notice? yes. care enough to do something about it beyond assisting with the disposal of evidence? nope.

#babylon 5 #b5 #incorrect babylon 5 quote #susan ivanova #michael garibaldi #source: @therighthandofvengeance #tw murder mention #real friends help each other plan bester’s imminent demise #listen it’s just a matter of Lyta removing the neural block before Ivanova is honorably discharged #that’s the only reason I can think of that Susan Ivanova wouldn’t kill Bester on-sight

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valsnonsense · 29 days

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Lady Rosebud Holloway

"Hm-hm-hm... Seems like you've backed yourself into a corner, haven't you, darling?"

Parents: Creek Holloway and Floyd Heath

Siblings: Snowdrop (Younger Sibling)

Age: 25

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Genre: Folk/Pop

Voice Claim: Ashley Serena

The eldest of Creek and Floyd, and one of the most eerie characters of the next generation. Sly, cunning, with a mischievous streak, Rosebud is not a Troll you wanna get on the bad side of.

Rosebud works as a bounty hunter on behalf of Trollstopia, hunting down criminals who disturb the peace. Her work in keeping Trolls safe earned her the title of Lady, which she strives to maintain.

Rosebud is fiercely protective of her family, especially her father, Creek. Rosebud is aware of Creek's past, and hates it when Trolls refuse to see past it. Some harsher Trolls call her the "Traitor's Child", which she tries to pretend it doesn't bother her. It's why she pushes for justice and the protection of others so much.

Despite her eerie persona, Rosebud is kind once you get to know her. She enjoys singing with her father Floyd, spending quiet afternoons with Snowdrop, and sparring with Creek.

Music wise, Rosebud loves Folk music. She loves how it can sound cheerful one moment, and haunting the next. She uses her naturally spooky sounding voice to lure in targets.

Rosebud currently resides in Trollstopia alongside her family.

Fun Facts!

- Rosebud is the best fighter of her family (extended fam included). She's bested Branch in fights (to the infinite pride of her father)

- Rosebud became a bounty hunter because of the scar she got on her neck. A criminal ran loose in the streets of Trollstopia, hurting dozens and even killing one. Rosebud took up being a hunter to keep anything like that from happening again. Girl's got a strong sense of justice.

- Daddy's girl through and through. She hates how some people look at her father like he's nothing but dirt. She's gotten into one or two fights with other Trolls about it.

- Has a huge crush on Honeysuckle, daughter of Delta Dawn. Wants to make a move, but she knows Honeysuckle likes someone else (it's actually her, she doesn't know that tho)

- Her first word was cunt. Floyd is forever mad at Creek about that

And here's the first of my two Fleek babies, Rosebud! Okay, without a doubt, Rosebud is my favorite OC. I was gonna have to pick a favorite child at some point.

It goes without saying that any child of Creek is gonna face some scrutiny. I mean, when your dad throws his entire civilization away for his own life, that's gonna follow you forever. I'll definitely be diving more into her

Also Rosebud has definitely killed someone before. What? You cant be a bounty hunter and NOT kill at least one lunatic!

Voice Example: My Jolly Sailor Bold (Ashley Serena)

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls fleek #fleek #trolls oc #trolls rosebud #myart #traditional art #tw death #tw murder #fucked up child #i mean not REALLY but shes pretty up there #plz just leave her dad alone hdbdhdb #creek is moved that shed go so far for him but is also worried that people will start treating her like they do him if she continues #i gotta whole mini arc planned about that~#Spotify #trolls the depths au

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halfagone · 1 year

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The Ghosts of Phantasm's Past

The story goes: Andrea "Andi" Beaumont fell in love with Bruce Wayne, but before they could be wed, she returned the engagement to Bruce, and fled to another land. She would not return until many years later, when she would come to Gotham City under the guise of 'reorganizing family finances' by day, and donning the costume of 'Phantasm' by night. All this to avenge her father's murder at the hands of the Gotham mafia and mob bosses.

But. But in the margins, there's a note of little detail, that often goes unnoticed. Nearly two months after fleeing to Europe with her father, Andi (not Andrea, not Phantasm, Andi) finds out that she's pregnant with Bruce's child.

She is currently on the run from the mafia, with the chance she has to pick up everything at any given time to run for her life. And she is pregnant with her ex-fiancé's baby.

There are three things Andi can choose to do here. (Well, there is a fourth, but it had been no more a passing thought before it'd been dismissed with certainty.)

She can screw all sense and raise the child herself, no matter how dangerous it might be, no matter how solitary a life it would undoubtedly be for her baby to stay constantly alert and vigilant.

She can bring the child to their father, to be raised by the man she'd once given her whole heart to. But that runs the risk of someone finding out about her involvement, finding out that she's not as 'in the wind' as her hiding might imply. She can't afford to put Bruce and their baby in danger. That just negates the whole point. Or...

She can give the baby up for adoption, give them the better life they deserve because she knows, she knows, that she can't give it to them.

Andi chooses Option 3.

And for the longest time, it seems like she made the right decision. She choose not to be a part of her baby's (her son's) life, because if she thought she could get away with that, she wouldn't have given him up in the first place.

So she lives without regret, only vengeance and spite and grief. That is, until she returns to her first home, her old stomping grounds. She murders mob boss after mob boss in cold blood (the same way they'd killed her father), and for the first time in years, she feels alive. Her heart is pumping, there is a thrill to her hunt.

But then. But then, when she bursts into the Joker's base, she finds that the man had been planning on securing one more victim that night.

That night she comes face to face with her son for the first time since she'd given him up. He's bloody and broken and a step away from death, but she takes one look at him and knows: This is my son.

She does not take Joker prisoner that night. Instead, she puts a bullet between his eyes and takes her son away. Far, far away, and hopes, prays, that this time- this time he'll be safe.

Bruce doesn't agree with her idea of 'safe'.

#dpxdc #dpxdc prompt #this came to me like a fever dream #if anyone wants to write this #PLEASE DO!!#probably would do her character better justice than i could #the names matched i couldn't NOT do it #i want more bio kid!Danny AUs #that don't have Danny and Damian as full-blood siblings :/#variety is the spice of life #sometimes y'know?#could probably include all the batfam #if you played your cards right #i know that's what i'm planning #tw: implied torture #tw: implied/referenced murder #i should probably stop now lol

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 1 year

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Moon: What happened here?

Lunar, snuggling tickle-drunk Eclipse: Well, Sun said he’d kill him so I figured I’d at least let him feel loved before he dies.

Moon: That’s...oddly sweet of you.

Lunar: Oh, not sweet at all, I called Sun like a half hour ago, he should be here any second. The tickling was a distraction.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf moon #fnaf lunar #fnaf eclipse #fnaf sun #incorrect sun and moon show quotes #incorrect sams quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #incorrect quotes #source: my brain #tw death mention #sfw tickling #just a good old fashioned 'help your brother commit murder' plan

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theokusgallery · 3 months

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#if you had any hope nick could ever be redeemable here's your sign that that's just not gonna happen

Bold of you to assume we don't want to make him worse

LMAO that's the spirit

#ask #anon #arsenic #me too anon. me too #my unethical boy...#he hasn't killed anyone or anything in the storyline i have planned out which is a fucking miracle #...in all fairness it's just because i want him to have as much plausable deniability as possible #and yknow. murder makes him undeniably a. murderer #anything he does to sunny is something sunny technically agreed to. i want to keep that a theme #i don't know how to say this in a way that isn't horrible but-#i want people to be able to victim blame sunny in a way that sounds so reasonable they don't realize it's victim blaming.#toying with the idea that sunny is not /at all/ a perfect victim. i like it when you can question the morality of his actions #(instead of having it clear-cut that Nick Is Bad And Sunny Is The Poor Unwilling Victim™)#the perfect victim doesn't exist and i'm kind of tired of seeing that type of abusive relationship be so... black-and-white #most of what i've seen is so over the top and neatly separated into good and bad boxes it doesn't feel real.#in the real world no one's perfect. sunny sure as hell isn't. but while that would make him toxic to anyone who isn't Nick-#-it doesn't mean he's not a victim #(also we all know what happens to domestic abuse victims when they have a cluster b pd. the fuckin. victime-blaming festivals i've seen)#tw victim blaming #i talk so much in tags i have to add trigger warnings about them. i should really stop rambling #rant

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 2 years

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Slashermas! au:

{In the old abandoned subway tunnels two figures run in the dark, their gasps for air and frantic footfalls echo of the brick walls, when they find an old ticket booth, they duck inside and hide.]

Y/n, wincing as she looks down at he arm that has a large knife in it: *whispering* f-Fuck!

Random dude, reaches to help her.: Is it bad-

Y/n, recoiling from his touch: j-just check if it’s safe...

[The guy complies and sits up to check outside, in the few seconds he’s distracted, Y/n calmly removes the knife from her arm and hands it off the to the large silent figure standing behind her...]

Random dude, sits back down: I think we might’ve lost th- {turns to look at Y/n} -*gasp*

[The guy is horrified when he sees killer in the Litwick mask sitting next to him, before rando has time to react the killer buries his knife into the stunned man’s gut! he expires and as Ingo is wiping his face spreading the man’s blood around a small hand holding a piece of ripped hoodie reaches up starts wiping the blood off his face.]

Y/n: Oy, you guys are so messy!

Ingo, annoyed:...Hrm

Y/n: what? (thinking his upset about her arm.) Oh, the whole jumping in front of your knife thing, that was Emmet’s idea.

Ingo, obviously confused: What idea?

Y/n: Ingo... You did know this whole thing was farce, right? I wasn’t really running away.

[There’s few seconds of awkward silence before Ingo drops to his knees, and pulled Y/n into a tight hug. Needless to say, Emmet nearly got a boot up his ass for not letting Ingo in on his “Damsel in distress” plan.]

#pokemon #submas #slashermas au #slasher! Emmet #slasher! Ingo #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo x reader #dead before daylight legion reference #Emmet's Damsel in distress plan plays out like this some poor urban explorers stupidly wander into old Nimbasa tunnels #Where they find a 'wounded' and trapped Y/n in some psycho's lair they free her try and help her escape not realizing she's leading them #into the slasher twins trap #TW: blood #tw: murder #tw: manipulation #pokemon incorrect quotes

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legendary-cookies · 1 year

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FIRE UPDATE FIRE UPDATE FIRE UPDATE FIRE UPDATE FIRE UPDATE FIRE UPD

#velvet speaks #fire spirit cookie #caps tw #GUYS GUYS #I KNOW HE GOT A LEGENDARY COSTUME THAT ONE TIME BUT IT WAS BARELY A FIRE UPDATE #WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING GUYS #MAGMA STONE PLEASE #GIVE MY BOY HIS PET #DFJKCXTJFXYXFCOUGOYFXXYDJXYIC #also side note #why is there a melted cookie #that's like #really unsettling lmfao #fire spirit's a murderer real #/j

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