#// murder mention

[daloy-politsey]

Good addition from @mermaidadjacent

I love it when people are like "I never have to deal with homeless people attacking me in my car". Like, you realize you're much more likely to die of a car accident than a homeless person (or anyone for that matter) attacking you on public transport, right?

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Killer: drink water you dehydrated idiot

Killer: yes you

Killer: take care of yourself

Horror: have you eaten today?

Cross: murder people who annoy you

Nightmare: there are people who care a lot about you

[thecorvidforest]

Today (May 5th) is Missing and Murdered Indigenous Persons Awareness day.

Native American folks continue to have very high rates of homicide and violence against them. Murder is the 3rd-leading cause of death for Native girls and women. More than 4 in 5 Native American people have experienced violence in their lifetimes, more than 90% of these from non-Native perpetrators. Most of these have not seen justice.

I want to uplift some events near me, and I would encourage fellow non-Native folks to look into the Native American communities in your area to find education, events, and fundraisers.

On May 6th, the MMIP Central Oklahoma Chapter is hosting a memorial walk and relevant speakers at the state capitol.

On May 10th, the CPN House of Hope is hosting a remembrance walk in Shawnee, OK.

On May 11th, the Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma is hosting a community 5k/1 mile run in Antlers, OK with Choctaw vendor booths.

Here is a list of some other events for MMIP across the nation.

[naswoop]

No you're not.

(Yes I am still obsessed with this au)

[hollowfaith]

「✦」 Klaus leaves, and the space grows frighteningly quiet. Aurelius stands still, focusing his senses on the seraph's movements as his footsteps take him out into the hall and then down the stairs.

He's alone.

The anger around him dissipates, leaving exhaustion in its place. Everything is ridiculous, Klaus most of all. I would have stopped you, he says. But as soon as Aurelius decided his father was a liability, his death was inevitable. Klaus would have only interfered with the right choice—just like how he'd gotten in the way of Aurelius killing Dar's demon form.

His hands twitch as they uncurl, aching for the feel of Klaus between them again. Aurelius rests his forehand against his palm, exasperated.

"Tch..."

"What is wrong with me..."

Through the gap between his fingers, he stares at the hot water waiting for him in the tub and scowls.

—

The next day Aurelius wakes at dawn, mechanically changes into a new set of clothes, and leaves the house by flying out his window. He doesn't think he needs to leave a note—he'd already told Klaus his plans last night.

The world that greets him outside is cold.

Klaus fights everything in his power to reach and pull Aurelius in. The push and pull was exhausting, but Klaus couldn't bring himself to stop it. Aurelius probably couldn't either. They were both stubborn, if that even had anything to do with it.

"I would have stopped you. If I had seen it about to have taken place I would have stopped you from killing your father." And didn't Aurelius already know that though? The kind of Person that Klaus was, wasn't someone who'd stand by idly while someone else got executed. He was someone that protected everyone.

Aurelius' trembling hands don't go unnoticed. The whirlwind of emotions are high. Anger, betrayal, confusion, sadness, hurt, love....

It hurts having to go through this. To hear Aurelius's words. It makes this whole home feel colder. Near suffocating.

"Aurelius..," He breathes out his name with trembling breath. He reaches for a hand to grab hold of his, but it falls short and remains at his side.

"Take your bath. The water is still hot. Get some rest if you need to, and I won't stop you if you wish to leave." Klaus exhales quietly and walks pass Aurelius to leave him in the bathroom.

[so-very-small]

“Alright everyone, this weeks borrowing meeting is in session. Any new ideas? Twig suggested we switch from embroidery thread to fishing line for our ropes, and I believe-”

“What if we just killed him?”

“I…. what?”

“The human. Like, if we ALL jump him at once we can probably nick some important artery. We wait til just after he goes grocery shopping, eliminate him, and then we have full run of the house and food for a year. Even longer, if we eat hi-“

“We are NOT doing that, Button. We are not killing the human.”

“Man, you guys are lame.”

[prompts-in-a-barrel]

"My life is a nightmare."

"It's just a few hours of babysitting."

"If you killed me now it would be a mercy."

[just-antithings]

I hate the discourse around rape scenes because I agree with a lot of the core critiques about how poor portrayals of sexual violence are in popular media, but the end goal of all these conversations is just "we should never have rape scenes in media" because they're "triggering to women" (they never mention male victims ofc). Forget the fact that no, you do not get to speak for all women, that could be said about ALL portrayals of violence in media. "Why do you need a murder scene to portray someone being killed?" or "Why do you need to include a mugging scene, don't you know that's triggering to mugging victims?"

I get that sexual violence is an uncomfortable topic for lots of people to watch and I respect your right not to engage with media that has it. However "it makes me uncomfortable" is not a reason to ban something. You are not the main character of the universe

agreed

[starlightshore]

psst. question. i get TERRIBLE secondhand embarrassment. on a scale of "literally just a momentary goof everyone laughs off" to "crops ruined, every bridge burned, worst day of your life" how would you say Loop's life goes in winning hats??

I FEEL YA BECAUSE IM THE SAME WAY. i literally have to leave the room when there's something cringe/embarrassing happening in movies and it annoys the hell out of my family

and yet!!! i can stomach horror movies pretty well nowadays! I'm a huge horror fan... so it was inevitable that's the part of ISAT that really hooked me

i love this mentally ill star <3

So we're taking the character who was already suicidal and self-hating and desperately needed help only to become that help and lose both their world, body, and identity. I mean, they are literally losing their humanity. that's so fucked

they're discarded by the narrative (and universe) only to win a fight ("win" is incorrect, Siffrin refused to fight) they finally return to being who they were supposed to be!

but it's at the cost of another them, it wasn't earned, and they'll always be Loop inside.

The main conflict of the story is Loop refusing to let go of the loops (because being human is so terrifying and trying to deal with the aftermath hurts others.) while simultaneously desperate to leave Dormont and how that's just actively destroying them.

^ Loop getting rid of any mention of the suffering they endured during the timeloops by, ironically, timelooping and thus suffering more.

THANKFULLy they only just now decided to expose just enough of their vulnerability and suffering to convince the party to leave ASAP out of Dormont

their mental health is also just complete crap at this point. they've zoned out for days because they don't have a script anymore, they're hallucinating and dealing with a brand new trauma they gave themselves by looping

so they're really not doing so hot, but its probably as bad as it'll get for a while until, inevitably, their secret "I'm not human and i killed this world's version of me and am wearing their corpse" gets leaked

by which, they've already regretted the moment it happened and can't undo. whomp whomp.

but hey if u meant socially awkward only then i'd say they're laughably bad at it, but its in good nature. nobody is judging them they're only amused/confused by their antics

[inkshine]

The Terror is wild because a guy attempts mass murder-suicide and he's not even close to being the main antagonist

[daloy-politsey]

2023: Henry Kissinger dies on Spotify Wrapped day

2024: United Healthcare CEO dies on Spotify Wrapped day

Who’s it going to be in 2025?

[the-broken-pen]

I adore your writing style! If you want could you do something about a hero with wings?

The villain rounded the corner into the alley just in time to watch the hero nudge the boot of the body in front of them with their foot, face considering.

“For a hero, you kill an awful lot of people,” the villain pointed out, and the hero turned to stare at them, blood splattered across their pure white wings.

“What, that?” The hero kicked the boot of the body strewn across the concrete below them. “This is community service.”

The villain tipped their head at the body. “Does he know that?”

“I think he’s figuring it out,” the hero grinned, and the villain could do nothing more than stare at them, slightly dumb, for a second.

“How the fuck are they still calling you archangel when you keep murdering people in broad daylight.”

The hero shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t even know why they started calling me that in the first place, to be honest.”

The villain made a mocking face at them, and the hero made one back. “Oh, with the pure white wings and dazzling face, I wonder.”

The hero clasped a still bloody hand to their chest. “You think I’m pretty?”

“I think you belong in a jar of formaldehyde.”

The hero dropped their hand, sighing. “Funny, because everyone else keeps writing fanfiction in my honor. And trust me, they have very strong opinions on my appearance.”

The hero’s grin couldn’t be described as anything other than catlike, pleased and sharp. Their wings cocked behind them.

“I’m sorry, you read fanfiction about yourself?”

“Don’t be jealous, there’s plenty about you, too.”

The villain spluttered. “I’m not jealous–”

“Sounds like it.”

“Oh my god.”

“Don’t bring that douche canoe into this,” the hero said, looking up. “His ego is the size of the titanic and I am doing my very best to sink that fucker.”

The villain gaped at them. “That is not very ‘innocent angel baby of the media’ of you.”

The hero kicked the boot of the body once more, and the villain winced. “Will you stop that–”

“Oh, sorry,” the hero looked down at the body. “Do you mind?” They turned back to the villain , gesturing with their thumb over their shoulder. “He says he doesn’t mind.”

“Archangel,” the villain repeated. “Fallen angel, saint of the city–”

“Listen, people will excuse anything if it comes from a pretty package.”

“What, so you use your pretty face to get away with murder?”

“No, I commit murder, and I happen to be pretty, and for some reason everyone is plenty fine with excusing the murder because of that fact. I’d be doing it regardless,” the hero confided. “My murderous tendencies continue whether or not I am forgiven for them.”

“What, so you just murder anyone you feel like?”

The hero gasped. “I’m not a monster,” they said, the corner of their mouth twisting into a wry grin. “My mother raised me right.”

The villain got the sense they were on the wrong side of an inside joke.

“That was decidedly not an answer to my question.”

The hero groaned. “You’re absolutely no fun right now. No, I only kill bad people. I’m a good samaritan.”

“I think we need to redefine your idea of what that term means.”

“Okay, if I was going around killing anyone who annoyed me, I would have a way longer rap sheet. Like people who cut in line. Not to mention how fucking annoying it is when someone decides to DIY a summoning circle in their basement and I have to handle that mess. Do you know how annoying it is to get magically butt dialed by a white woman on a random ass Tuesday?”

The villain blinked. “Uh. Can’t say I do, no.”

The hero ran a hand down their face in annoyance, smearing blood behind as they went. The villain cringed, but it didn’t seem to bother the hero in the slightest. 

“It’s really fucking annoying.”

“You also swear a lot,” the villain noted. “Not very heroic.”

“I think we can both agree I remain very firmly planted in the vigilante section of the spectrum,” the hero gestured with their hands to some imaginary chart. The villain squinted at them. “Also, what are you, the language police?”

“Uh,” the villain said, and the hero smiled innocently at them. There really wasn’t anything to say to that. “No?”

“Tell me, you pick up lots of girls with that suave demeanor of yours?”

The villain bristled at that. “You–I–ugh,” the villain groaned. “Did it hurt?”

The hero’s head tipped slightly to the side, endlessly amused. “Hmm?”

“When you fell from heaven,” the villain continued, and it was quite possibly the dumbest thing to have ever come out of their mouth, but this entire conversation bordered on a level of unhinged they hadn’t thought possible. 

The hero blinked once, twice, then burst into laughter, doubling over. Their wings ruffled in a way the villain had long since learned meant amusement.

The villain flushed. 

“You really think I fell from heaven?”

“I don’t know,” the villain said defensively. “It’s just a dumb pick up line–”

“You said it with an awful lot of certainty, though,” the hero countered, and the villain wished they had something to throw at them. 

“What was I supposed to think, with a name like Archangel and blinding white wings?”

The hero shrugged one shoulder.

“Have you ever actually met an angel before?” the hero asked, then amended, “other than me?”

“No,” the villain admitted.

“They don’t go around killing people, that’s for sure. Bunch of stuffy–”

Lightning cracked across the sky, and the ground rumbled slightly.

The hero groaned, wings tucking in. Blood flaked onto the ground. “What, you’re both pissed at me?”

A gust of wind whipped past them, hurtling down the alley, there one second and gone the next, and the hero let out a sigh. “Sorry.”

They did not sound sorry.

“Both?”

The hero looked back at them, and this time when they grinned, it was slightly sheepish.

“Yeah,” they said. “God, and, you know. My mom. Raised me right, remember?”

The villain was an idiot.

“You didn’t fall,” the villain confirmed, and the hero nodded their head. “Though I’m sure you absolutely would have earned that by now, if you were going to.”

The hero reared back, like they were about to spit something rude, but the villain continued before they could.

“Please, please tell me your father isn’t Lucifer,” the villain said, and the hero rubbed a hand across the back of their neck.

They laughed slightly. “Uh. About that.”

“Oh my god,” the villain said, and the hero didn’t even look upset about the reference. “You’re from hell.”

“You could call me an avid climber,” the hero offered, and the villain just looked at them.

“You’re an angel from hell,” the villain said.

“Technically, I’m an archangel from hell. So like, the media wasn’t exactly wrong with that one.”

The villain could write a killer memoir about this.

“This makes so much sense.”

The hero frowned. “I don’t like the implications of that.”

“You literally kill people.”

“Bad people,” the hero corrected. “We’ve discussed this.”

“I feel like that violates some sort of cosmic rule. There has to be some rule that breaks.”

“What?”

The villain gestured vaguely. “You’re self supplying your hometown.”

The hero laughed at that. 

“This really is not that big of a deal.”

“You’re a nepo baby.”

“And you’re awfully comfortable saying that to a literal child of satan.”

“If you wanted me dead, I would be.”

The hero weighed their head from side to side. Their wings moved behind them, as if they, too, were considering. “True.”

The villain found themself rubbing a hand over their brow. “You kill people, and you get away with it because you’re pretty, and people think you’re a child of god. When actually, you’re a child of Satan, and you crawled your way out of hell to wreak havoc on my life.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly why I did it,” the hero said dryly. “To fuck with you.”

“I would not put it past you,” the villain countered. 

“You were not my reason,” the hero said. They slid a step closer, hand curling into the villain’s collar, and the villain's mouth went dry. “But you are awfully pretty.”

“You’re literally an angel–”

“Which means it’s high praise,” the hero murmured, wings curving over the tops of their shoulders, and up close they looked even softer than the villain had thought they would. Their eyes stayed firmly planted on the villain’s lips, and the villain had no idea how they had gotten here but they were confused about it and also not quite mad–

“If you’re trying to woo me to distract me from the fact that you’re a dark angel, it’s not working.”

“Isn’t it?”

The villain swallowed. 

“You know, all that fan media includes you,” the hero said casually, and the villain’s heart skipped a beat.

“What?”

“You really thought I read it just for me?” the hero grinned, stepping back, hand falling away from the villain. “Oh, please.”

The villain opened their mouth to say anything, then closed it, then opened it again.

The hero’s eyes were laughing at them.

“Maybe the bloodshed is partially because I want your attention,” the hero mused. “Or maybe not. You’ll never know, will you, human.”

They said it like an endearment.

“You–”

The hero nodded. “Yeah. I tend to do that to people.”

“I don’t–”

“If it means anything,” the hero said as they went to move past the villain. They tucked themselves against the villain, lips brushing the shell of their ear. Their feathers skated down the villain’s bare arm, and they shivered. “My mother approves.”

The villain’s face was hot. They shuddered out a breath. The hero released them, continuing their path down the alleyway, and the villain spun to watch them go.

The hero paused at the mouth of it.

“Oh,” they snapped their fingers like they had remembered something, but their grin said this had been planned. “Her name is Lilith, by the way.”

The villain’s brain short circuited.

Lilith. The mother of all monsters. Lilith, the wife of Lucifer. Lilith, someone who apparently approved of the villain.

‘I’m not a monster. My mother raised me right.’

Oh, this little shit.

The hero laughed, vanishing around the corner, blowing a kiss as they went. The villain could have sworn they had a halo, wings still splattered with blood, and in the arch of the sunlight they were every bit the fallen angel the media thought they were.

“Oh, you beautiful, monstrous, wretched thing,” the villain murmured, but it was fond. “Only you could make damnation look like divinity.”

[daily-property-police]

Day 328- You don’t understand it’s the funniest thing in the world to me.

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

DUST, What do you mean when you say nightmare saved you from error :O

Also MY GUY you gotta get some help before you dust away

Past Dusttale Papyrus: BROTHER, I THINK- Past Dust: think quieter i'm trying to kill people Past Error: Hahaha… what? Past Error: a sans with LOVE… you're such a horrible abomination. Past Error: even worse than the other filthy glitches. Past Dusttale Papyrus: BROTHER YOU IMBECILE!! GO GIVE MONEY TO THAT MENTALLY ILL HOMELESS MAN! Past Dust: papy i'm pretty sure the "mentally ill homeless man" is trying to kill us Past Dusttale Papyrus: THAT'S NO EXCUSE!! Past Error: Past Error: WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME??

1 (Here) Next -> (Wip)

[revenant-coining]

Tudexitii

(pt: Tudexitii /end pt)

Tudexitii/Tudexiti; a neogender/non-xenine umbrella term connected to/affected by delight & beauty in death & the macabre.

this term is characterized by adrenaline, thrill, fun, blood, flirting/playing with death, catharsis, instincts, the thrill of a chase, banter, blood, bloodlust, hunting, restlessness, murder, etc etc!

can also be connected to death with no consequences, seeing death as intimate or a game, love intertwined with death & hunting, death in a positive or romanticized light, etc, but doesn’t have to be!

Terminology:

dexi/dexine/dexinity; tudexitii gender quality, equivalent to fem/feminine/femininity.

transdexi/transdexine/transtudexitii; one who has or is transitioning towards a dexi/dexine/tudexitii identity.

tuxitian; tudexitii gender alignment, equivalent to xenic.

arietisian; a galactian alignment term; a gender for non-binary individuals who are tudexitii and/or tudexitii-aligned.

hasis; a tudexitii individual.

tharsan (singular)/tharsen (plural); a tudexitii adult.

thrill(s) or thrix(s); a tudexitii minor.

tdxin; tudexitii in nature.

tdxingender; an umbrella term for genders that are tdxin.

haemanian; a term for tudexitii-loving-tudexitii, or a juvelic/GLG term for those who are tudexitii attracted to others who are tudexitii, exclusively or not.

tudex(s); a tudexitii gender.

flags for the terms above coming soon!

etymology; “(belli)tud(o)” latin for beauty, loveliness, “exitii” latin for death, destruction, ruin, mischief

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