#TW murder

[scp3199]

I shouldn't have played THAT roblox game....

WHY DID I LAUGH AT IT???? WHY??? /NEG

It's so frustrating that I'm only seeing more and more lobotomy jokes. Especially "live, laugh, lobotomy" merch.

You are making fun of the torture of disabled people. People with intellectual disability and severe mental illness brutally had parts of their brain severed or killed. Many people died from this. We can never know the true impact because the people who endured this were not the same after.

We shouldn't be bringing this up in any lighthearted way. This was a tragedy, and we should be showing basic human respect to the victims. I don't think anyone can "reclaim" it and no one should want to. Please treat it with the severity and respect you would to any other mass tragedy from history.

[forsaken-headcanons]

Tw-gore, kinda? Just to be safe

Wouldn’t it be so funny if Two Time’s birthday was the same day they sacrificed Azure, like the sacrifice was part of some ritual the cult members have to do when they turn a certain age or something. And now every year on their birthday they can only think about that day and the image of Azure bleeding out and the life leaving his eyes, haha wouldn’t that be so funny

-creative name anon

oh! ho god wait this is tragic actually. "happy birthday" meanwhile the birthday celebrant can't stop staring at their dagger, thinking back to everything that went oh so wrong. goodness gracious name /silly

[our-queer-experience]

nex benedict, a 16 year old indigenous nonbinary student in oklahoma, was beaten to death by three of their female classmates in the same district libs of tiktok has been targeting. not only is this heartbreaking for us to hear about, but i can’t even begin to imagine what this must be like for the family.

too many trans children have died and too few people are talking about this

[incorrectbatfam]

Dick: An apple a day keeps the doctor away.

Damian: A book a day keeps reality away.

Duke: An adventure a day keeps the boredom away.

Jason: A murder a day keeps idiots away.

[livsoulsecrets]

Episode 3 as a whole is a punch to the gut, but I believe one of the most important parts of it to me was the way they perfectly portrayed how violent men and boys will take advantage of “not perfect” victims to try and rid themselves of any responsibility for their violence.

Even at 13, Jamie is aware of that, subconsciously or not. He uses words like “bitch” and “slut” to refer to a 13 year old girl—a child he killed. He brings up her leaked photos again and again, talks about her comments and her treatment of him as if any of that should exempt him from his crime.

He already knows he has an advantage, for being a boy and having hurt a girl who’s not perfect and “pure”. The show drives this point home when that store’s employee tells Jamie’s dad he suports his son and talks badly about Katie. He says there’s more people who agree with him.

Because there are. The whole time, Jamie brings up “Katie was flat”, “she took nude pictures”, “she rejected me”, “she bullied me”. He still tries to paint her as the villain when he was the one who admitted he only pursued her because she was fragile and he wanted to take advantage of that.

He even claps himself in the back because he didn’t sexually assault her after he murdered her, as if that makes him a good person. (When he did in fact commit a sexual crime by looking at her naked pictures without her consent).

I think that’s the most vital part of the show. The way Jamie can’t comprehend what he did was wrong because he doesn’t view Katie as a person, not even in death. That’s his understanding.

[one-hit-boy-wonder]

joker already doesn't hold any power on him??? the whole point of duke is that he is not disillusioned like bruce - he's the kid during zero year who knows there's monsters and decides to go fishing anyway. he's the teenager who sees the corrupt, oppressive systems and decides he won't take it lying down.

All-Star Batman #4/2

while bruce and the rest of the family have bought in to the idea that joker is some impossible villain, this agent of total chaos, duke sees him for what he really is: just another pathetic man, just like every other pathetic man who wants to hurt him for their own amusement. duke doesn't need to spit of joker's corpse or get any sort of revenge, because duke has more important things to do then waste any more time on him.

…is Duke really the only one who hasn’t killed/tried to kill someone?

[urprettylildoe]

𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊

...where you're a patient darling to your violent yandere!

        ♡

It had taken only one glance.

One glance at you for him to go absolutely feral — to drop you off at home with a clenched jaw and a rough, territorial kiss that scraped the kiss of your cheek, him grumbling in your ear about how you shouldn't wait for him at dinner because he's going to be late.

And he kept his promise. At midnight, there was a sound of keys jingling at the front door. A weary sigh escaped your lips as the spoon dropped with a clink! on the table. Pushing your chair back, you adjusted the robe on your shoulders and headed for the hallway.

The pitch-black, familiar silhouette of your husband stood in the doorway. It was one of those nights. At first, his habits scared you. Now, they no longer do; it's practically become routine. You rubbed a fist against your drooping eyes, a yawn slipping past your mouth before you could stop it, "darling?"

No reponse. You tilted your head and approached. Blood dripped onto the floor like a faucet. Your feet stayed rooted in place knowing that the blood wasn't his — he wouldn't allow it to be. Yet the most concerning thing, but not surprising, was the tears sparkling in his wobbly eyes. He shrunk back under your gaze, sniffling as his red hands gripped the fabric of his wet shirt.

You sighed, outstretching your arms as you braced yourself for the long night and saying: "come here"

And that's how you ended up draped underneath him on the couch, his face resting in the grove of his neck as his tears dampened your skin and the blood staining the fabric of your robe.

Sobbing, he whimpered pathetically, "m'so sorry, baby" he clung tighter and hid his pathetic expression away — lips bitten red and eyes puffy. "didn't mean to hic! upset you, promise."

You should probably push him away like any other normal person would do in this situation. You should. But how could you, when he looked like a kicked puppy? Your heart practically swelled, refusing to listen to your screaming instincts.

Then, an attempt at retaining your morals you once prided yourself on: "darling, you can't just hurt anyone who looks at me. It's- it's just not right!"

His breath hitched, before his cries grew louder and louder, "but you don't understand! he was looking at you. What if he tries to take you away from me?" the paranoid thoughts swarming his head like bees could be heard from the way he anxiously pressed his hands against your sides, or the little kisses of salvation he littered against your skin. "I love you. I love you so much that it hurts me, that i can't take it if you left me."

"Shh, shh, didn't I tell you before that i'm never leaving you?" Your hands smushed and lifted his cheeks up to meet your gaze. "that i'm yours and yours only, hm?"

You were so soft that he felt like a small speck of dust in your presence, that he was biting the skin under his nails at the thought of anyone so much looking at you, images of bashing their head so very present and insistent before in his head.

"So you're not leaving me??" He whimpered, trying a weak smile and leaning into your hand.

Another sigh. You tried so, so hard to be mad at him, but you just can't. Not when he keeps on pulling you back in, not when he looked like this, not when you don't know what'd he do if you try to leave. "No, i'm not leaving you." A pause, one that maked him falter. "But you promised me last time that you would stop doing this."

his pout deepened and leaned in closer to your jaw, opting to place gentle kisses in the spot that made you weak in knees. He cooed, "then I promise this time, that i won't do it again. Okay?" His big glassy eyes, shy but determined, stared into your soul.

You let your body sink back into the cushions, nodding as you closed your eyes and let him worship your body for the rest of the night for you to eventually, and inevitably, forgive him. But the both of you knew that he would break his promise again, and you would be waiting with open arms at the door.

And each and every time, you'd tell yourself that you'll finally break the cycle, but you'd never find the heart to.

"Okay"

[destielmemenews]

"Officials identified the man as 26-year-old Luigi Nicholas Mangione. He was born in Maryland and his last known residence was Honoloulou. He was arrested on firearms charges and taken in for questioning related to Thompson's death. He has not been charged with Thompson's killing at this time."

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[ed-recoverry]

Pauly Likens Jr., a 14-year-old transgender girl, was recently found murdered.

She was stabbed. Her body was found dismembered in a river; a man was recently arrested for her death. Her cause of death was trauma to her head.

She was supposed to be celebrating her 15th birthday this Saturday.

Her family has started a gofundme to cover her funeral.

Trans lives matter.

Trans kids deserve to live.

Keep trans kids safe.

[intheholler]

the appalachian murder ballad <3 one of the most interesting elements of americana and american folk, imo!

my wife recently gave me A Look when i had one playing in the car and she was like, "why do all of these old folk songs talk about killing people lmao" and i realized i wanted to Talk About It at length.

nerd shit under the cut, and it's long. y'all been warned

so, as y'all probably know, a lot of appalachian folk music grew its roots in scottish folk (and then was heavily influenced by Black folks once it arrived here, but that's a post for another time).

they existed, as most folk music does, to deliver a narrative--to pass on a story orally, especially in communities where literacy was not widespread. their whole purpose was to get the news out there about current events, and everyone loves a good murder mystery!

as an aside, i saw someone liken the murder ballad to a ye olde true crime podcast and tbh, yeah lol.

the "original" murder ballads started back across the pond as news stories printed on broadsheets and penned in such a way that it was easy to put to melody.

they were meant to be passed on and keep the people informed about the goings-on in town. i imagine that because these songs were left up to their original orators to get them going, this would be why we have sooo many variations of old folk songs.

naturally then, almost always, they were based on real events, either sung from an outside perspective, from the killer's perspective and in some cases, from the victim's. of course, like most things from days of yore, they reek of social dogshit. the particular flavor of dogshit of the OG murder ballad was misogyny.

so, the murder ballad came over when the english and scots-irish settlers did. in fact, a lot of the current murder ballads are still telling stories from centuries ago, and, as is the way of folk, getting rewritten and given new names and melodies and evolving into the modern recordings we hear today.

305 such scottish and english ballads were noted and collected into what is famously known as the Child Ballads collected by a professor named francis james child in the 19th century. they have been reshaped and covered and recorded a million and one times, as is the folk way.

while newer ones continued to largely fit the formula of retelling real events and murder trials (such as one of my favorite ones, little sadie, about a murderer getting chased through the carolinas to have justice handed down), they also evolved into sometimes fictional, (often unfortunately misogynistic) cautionary tales.

perhaps the most famous examples of these are omie wise and pretty polly where the woman's death almost feels justified as if it's her fault (big shocker).

but i digress. in this way, the evolution of the murder ballad came to serve a similar purpose as the spooky legends of appalachia did/do now.

(why do we have those urban legends and oral traditions warning yall out of the woods? to keep babies from gettin lost n dying in them. i know it's a fun tiktok trend rn to tell tale of spooky scary woods like there's really more haints out here than there are anywhere else, but that's a rant for another time too ain't it)

so, the aforementioned little sadie (also known as "bad lee brown" in some cases) was first recorded in the 1920s. i'm also plugging my favorite female-vocaist cover of it there because it's superior when a woman does it, sorry.

it is a pretty straightforward murder ballad in its content--in the original version, the guy kills a woman, a stranger or his girlfriend sometimes depending on who is covering it.

but instead of it being a cautionary 'be careful and don't get pregnant or it's your fault' tale like omie wise and pretty polly, the guy doesn't get away with it, and he's not portrayed as sympathetic like the murderer is in so many ballads.

a few decades after, women started saying fuck you and writing their own murder ballads.

in the 40s, the femme fatale trope was in full swing with women flipping the script and killing their male lovers for slights against them instead.

men began to enter the "find out" phase in these songs and paid up for being abusive partners. women regained their agency and humanity by actually giving themselves an active voice instead of just being essentially 'fridged in the ballads of old.

her majesty dolly parton even covered plenty of old ballads herself but then went on to write the bridge, telling the pregnant-woman-in-the-murder-ballad's side of things for once. love her.

as a listener, i realized that i personally prefer these modern covers of appalachian murder ballads sung by women-led acts like dolly and gillian welch and even the super-recent crooked still especially, because there is a sense of reclamation, subverting its roots by giving it a woman's voice instead.

meaning that, like a lot else from the problematic past, the appalachian murder ballad is something to be enjoyed with critical ears. violence against women is an evergreen issue, of course, and you're going to encounter a lot of that in this branch of historical music.

but with folk songs, and especially the murder ballad, being such a foundational element of appalachian history and culture and fitting squarely into the appalachian gothic, i still find them important and so, so interesting

i do feel it's worth mentioning that there are "tamer" ones. with traditional and modern murder ballads alike, some of them are just for "fun," like a murder mystery novel is enjoyable to read; not all have a message or retell a historical trial.

(for instance, i'd even argue ultra-modern, popular americana songs like hell's comin' with me is a contemporary americana murder ballad--being sung by a male vocalist and having evolved from being at the expense of a woman to instead being directed at a harmful and corrupt church. that kind of thing)

in short: it continues to evolve, and i continue to eat that shit up.

anyway, to leave off, lemme share with yall my personal favorite murder ballad which fits squarely into murder mystery/horror novel territory imo.

it's the 10th child ballad and was originally known as "the twa sisters." it's been covered to hell n back and named and renamed.

but! if you listen to any flavor of americana, chances are high you already know it; popular names are "the dreadful wind and rain" and sometimes just "wind and rain."

in it, a jealous older sister pushes her other sister into a river (or stream, or sea, depending on who's covering it) over a dumbass man. the little sister's body floats away and a fiddle maker come upon her and took parts of her body to make a fiddle of his own. the only song the new fiddle plays is the tale about how it came to be, and it is the same song you have been listening to until then.

how's that for genuinely spooky-scary appalachia, y'all?

[j0celynh0rr0r]

Unbothered

[incorrectbatfam]

Bruce: Listen up, everyone. We had a murder this morning. The victim was found at 8:45 by a dog walker who let herself into his apartment.

Bruce: *shows a picture of the crime scene*

Dick: Oh my God, it's Two-Face and Joker. This is the work of the Joker and Two-Face, my white whales. They've finally resurfaced.

Bruce: Not this again.

Dick: Yes, this again. Those two have been on a murder spree for the past ten years and every time they kill someone, they taunt me. Look, there's a deck of cards.

Bruce: You say that whenever there's cards at the crime scene. You know how many people own cards, Dick?

Dick: Then explain this: Two-Face's catchphrase is "Deuces are wild." Now, look around the apartment. Two chairs, two paintings, two pillows.

Bruce: There are three lamps.

Dick: You think Joker and Two-Face care about lamps? You sound so dumb right now. This is why you don't have an arch nemesis, Bruce, because you focus on the wrong details.

Bruce: Maybe I don't have an arch nemesis because I solve all my crimes.

[vive-le-roi-au]

Prologue

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(You’d been looping back to just the third floor for… you don’t know how many loops. Hundreds?)

(Maybe that was the problem. You didn’t do it all in one go. You just have to do it all, from start to finish, and kill the King.)

(From the top.)

(…Again.)

(You went back. Again.)

(Maybe you took too long. Just need to go faster.)

(…No. Still not enough.)

(It feels good though. Killing the one who killed you, thousands of times. It’s cathartic.)

(You’re even strong enough that you don’t need the Housemaid—MIRABELLE. HER NAME IS MIRABELLE, MIRABELLE, MIRABELLE!!!)

(…You don’t need Mirabelle’s help anymore.)

(…)

(You wouldn’t mind doing this a few more times.)

(…)

(Back to the stage, Siffrin.)

(…)

(…)

(…)

(It’s just another part of the loops now.)

(Go through the House. Kill the King. Talk to the Head Housemaiden. Something’s broken, failing, rotting. Loop back to Dormont.)

(The worst part?)

(Murdering the King has stopped bringing you joy.)

(It used to make you smile, seeing him crumble, blood spilling from his mouth, pooling on the ground.)

(Sometimes, you reduce his body to dust, cutting it up more and more and more until there’s nothing left. You’ve killed him slowly, draining him of his strength and bleeding him from a million places all over, watching the light slowly leave his eyes.)

(And you can’t even enjoy it anymore.)

(…)

(So why are you still here?)

(Whose fault is it that you’re trapped here?)

[be-xkyy]

𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ

Summary: Reader spending time with her baby a few weeks after Louis brought him to the castle.

Warning: Fluffy content, mentions of depression, mentions of betrayal, mentions of murder, mentions of death, dead first husband.

Tagging list: @kthehoeforfictionalmen ★ @dreamlessnight ★ @riawrld ★ @darkuni63 ★ @minshookie29 ★ @rosey1981 ★ @thejadevvitch ★ @jellystar-star ★

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“Who's the cutest baby in the world?”

“Ahhhhhh!”

“Yes, you are!”

A smile spreads across your crimson lips as the baby giggles and gurgles happily. You gently pinch one of his chubby cheeks before taking a bib and wiping the spit from his lips. You pull the bib away as his sticky little fingers grasp the silky fabric, trying to bring it to his mouth.

“Don't put the bib in your mouth, my love.”

“Uhmmm.”

“You pouting like that only makes you look more adorable, my love.”

You let out a low laugh at the snort the baby lets out when you stop him from putting the bib in his mouth. An adorable pout forms on his lips, and without being able to help it, you lift the baby from his place on the bed and take him in your arms, rocking him gently. The little one looks at you with those big, innocent eyes, an innocence you haven't seen in centuries in this wretched place.

“You don't know how sorry I am that that monster brought you here, putting your life at risk, but I promise that from today on, I will make sure you are happy and safe by any means necessary.”

“Ahhhhh!”

You smile and feel a happiness you haven't felt in a long time. You are happy. This baby makes you happy. Your child makes you happy. As you lean down to kiss his forehead sweetly, you swear to yourself to protect and love him forever, when suddenly a thought comes to mind: your son needs a name, something meaningful and important, before Louis decides to name him himself. When you look at your sweet boy, only one name seems appropriate, a name that warms and aches your dead heart in equal measure.

“Your name will be Alexandre... I think the name suits you wonderfully. You are sweet, adorable, and charming, just like his original owner...”

Alexandre. Your beloved Alexandre. Your sweet husband, who was betrayed and murdered because of the vile schemes of his best friend and confidant, Louis. Although that happened centuries ago, your heart still hurts like the day you lost him. The wound is still fresh, open, and you don't believe it will ever heal.

“At least you make this ordeal feel like paradise, my dear Alexandre.”

[fudgetunblr]

I watched adolescence on Netflix because my dad recommended it and I’ve had this thought and I just need to articulate it:

Jamie was caught so swiftly after committing the murder that a part of me doesn’t really believe that his initial intention was to actually kill Katie. Ryan admitted that it was his knife and that he thought Jamie was going to use it to scare Katie.

I think maybe that was his initial plan. He felt emasculated by her and probably wanted to extract some form of revenge, except, as we could see, she didn’t submit, she fought back — and in Jamie’s readicalised mind that would not fly, so he killed her.

Obviously the show never tells us exactly how it all went down, or Jamie’s exact motifs, what was going through his mind at the time — but I also think that’s sort of the point? Because it doesn’t matter. He still killed her and showed little remorse for it and I think it’s representative of how violence against women is often perpetrated.

Men will beat a woman to a pulp, and that final blow will take her life. They might defend themselves by saying: “I didn’t mean to kill her!” — but you still beat her. Still tried to exert power over her through violence because you think women aren’t subservient beings who should bow down to men.

Ryan gave Jamie a knife because he thought Jamie was going to use it to scare Katie. He didn’t think twice about the implications or to question it. Even if Jamie only used the knife to scare her, is that still acceptable behaviour? If he’d only harmed and not killed — does that make his actions less malicious?

Idk what I’m saying, just: something something violence against women doesn’t need to be planned out or calculated, it just takes certain resistance for men to feel like they need to use violence to exert power, and something something men who enable each others toxic behaviour are complicit in the fall out.

[jadelucille]

I always come back😈😈