#TW: Attempted Murder

[problematic-maleslash-polls]

Do you ship it?

Problematic Reasons: Hannibal gaslit the shit out of Will, fed him human meat without his knowledge, they both tried to kill each other, Hannibal convinced Will he [Will] killed his adopted daughter and stuffed her ear down his throat, they got each other successfully locked up in the highest security institution for the criminally insane, Hannibal framed Will for his murders...

Propaganda: They understand each other on a level that nobody else is capable of. Nobody else can get so close and come out in one piece. Bedelia Du Maurier comes the closest, but even she is afraid of Hannibal and loses her leg. Will and Hannibal make each other better and worse in an awful cacophony of emotion and mind games, but there is nobody better suited for them than the other.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

*TW*

Hello!!! I absolutely love platonic yanderes with teenage reader so can I ask for a fic where the teen!reader is basically a traumatized being. They have experienced hell throughout their life from mental abuse to physical abuse. Like I mean, they have gotten in many dangerous situations which ended up with police involved (kidnapped, assaulted, murder attempt). Ofc the reader never really did anything wrong, they were just an innocent child till everything went downhill. They don't have any family members left leading them to stay at an orphanage. Anddd you could say the orphanage people aren't the nicest. And their mental health has become so fucked up that they had attempted suicide.

You don't have to do this if ur uncomfortable ofc. Sorry about how triggering the request might be

On the roof

Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Cast x GN! Teen! Traumatized! Reader

Description: You are on the rooftop in the middle of the night.

Trigger warning: Suicide attempt. Abuse. Child abuse. Kidnapping. Assault. Attempted murder.

List of Suicide hotline numbers can be found here and here.

Warning: One swear word. English is my second language.

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You silently opened the door, that leads to the roof of an orphanage. With your phone in hand, you take a few steps forward.

The door closed behind you.

You just stand here. You were silent.

You were here. You wanted to end this.

You sighed and looked around.

Should you just... Go to the edge and jump? It's not like someone would care about you.

You didn't bother with the last note.

No one would care about the reason.

You will simply become a name in documents.

You just wanted to be heard.

You mindlessly looked at your phone.

Should you take it with you?

Or left it here, so someone else would use it?

Your gaze stopped at the "BSD Mayoi Inu Kaikitan" icon. Will the new owner delete it? Or will continue your progress?

You tapped on the icon. You didn't leave a note.

Yet, you "talked" to BSD Characters so often, that it seems right, to let them hear your last words.

Your reasons.

You opened the Main Menu and choose 'Meeting Hall' option.

The picture of ADA Office appeared. And Chibis of all BSD Characters appeared.

This new option was cute. You liked petting chibis.

All chibis 'looked' at you.

And you finally spoke.

"Mom was strange..."

________

Your mom was strange.

She smelled funny. Like water everyone told you not to drink.

Sometimes, she stared at you. Stared for a long time.

And there were rules.

1. Don't cry.

2. Don't annoy mom.

3. You eat last.

4. If you stayed past curfew, you will sleep outside.

5. Don't tell anyone about your home life.

At least, she let you play outside as much as you want. Mom liked, when you were away from home.

*******

You were five, when you got kidnapped.

That night, you wake up to get some water.

Mom saw you.

In her eyes, you broke a rule.

You were sleeping outside.

One moment you were trying to get comfortable under the porch.

Next moment a man in a mask was dragging you in a van.

Three days.

You were in a dark, scary place for three days.

On a third day you heard two men talking.

"What do you mean, that mother didn't realize, that kid were missing?!"

_____

"Still... Mom paid the ransom. Kidnappers left me. It takes three more days for police to find me..."

____

You were standing near a police officer. And your mom finally arrived to the police station to collect you.

You walked to her, your head was low.

She hit you.

You screamed.

You collapsed on the floor, and your mother bent over you. She hissed and pushed you in the side with her feet.

"Are you satisfied, brat? Get up and go pack your belongings, we’re moving to a shed."

"You should treat your kid more kindly..." the officer grumbled. Your mother squealed.

"Kindly?! This brat had ruined my whole life!” Your mom was mad. She screamed like a fury, jumped in place and gave cowering you blow after blow. You didn’t try to dodge. You just trembled, curled up into a ball.

"Hubby ran away as soon as he gets it inside me! But dear relatives didn’t let me throw it away. They didn’t let me give it to an orphanage! They said that I need to raise this child! They stood up for a little bastard! But now, when I need to pay debt, they are nowhere to be found! They say I play cards too much! I'm just unlucky! Things are not going my way! The house is mortgaged! I poured all my savings into the last card game and won! I would pay off all my debts! And because of this thing, I now have to live in a shed! What will I tell my family now?! What will others say about me?!"

Officer heard enough.

The CPS were called.

_______

"... They were trying to find my father... Until then, grandmother and grandfather agreed to took me in..."

_______

You were six.

Your grandfather sat on the opposite side of the table.

Your textbook and notebook were laying on the table before you.

And your grandfather was talking.

"I finished checking your homework. As I expected, you are a little idiot. A stupid, worthless waste of space. You have made few stupid mistakes. You wrote numbers in a wrong order.

Grandfather opened your notebook. A red paste was covering the page.

2 + 1 = 3 1 + 2 = 3

3 + 1 = 4. 1 + 3 = 4

"So..." Grandfather take a ruler.

"Give me your hand. It will be ten hits for every wrong number."

________

"...it took two year to find my father. He had a family. And I... I was a child from affair. They never let me live it down... For years"

_______

You were nine.

The blow, when it came, took all of your air out of your lungs. You would have fallen if not for your two... "siblings" holding you.

"It feels good, giving a good beating to a dirtbag, right?"

The next hit was in your left eye. You managed to close it in time.

But it will be swollen.

You felt hot breath on your face.

"Your hair is too good for a bastard child."

Your sister brought the scissors up to your hair.

Snip, snip, snip. Cutting right alongside the scalp, sending your hair like leaves swirling to the ground.

Then scissors were plunged into your stomach.

"Die, child of a dirty whore."

______

"...Police was called. They were arrested. But I remained with father and his wife..."

_____

You were twelve.

You were going food shopping. Big bags were heavy, you were tried.

You still need to clean up the house and make dinner.

When you were attacked, because someone tied to rob you, you didn't even care.

You only knew, that, you will be beaten again for being late. And for losing food.

You were long past gone. There were no point in carrying about yourself.

~~~~~~

You were thirteen.

Your father, his wife and you were going to the funeral.

Your father's uncle died.

Now he only has his wife and kids. And you.

He noticed your gaze in a reflection.

He yelled at you for staring.

And he crashed.

You spent three hours in a broken car.

You were the only survivor.

_______

"... I was sent to an orphanage. I am too old to have any chance to be adopted. And I wasn't the only one, who had no chance to have a family..."

______

You tasted dirt and blood. An old rug was thrown over your head, to make it harder for you to fight back.

Someone pressed a knee on the back of your neck and held your face against the ground.

A kick in the side made you roll on your back.

Another person began to push down on your neck with an arm.

You began to struggle, thrashing about with your legs and beating them against the floor, but it was no good.

There were other kids around—at least a dozen of them. One of them would do something. One of them was sure to see that things were taking too far. Your vision began to go fuzzy.

Caretakers saved you only because the noise didn't let them watch TV.

________

"I couldn't take it anymore. I... thank you... Thank you for making me happy... For being the only happy thing in my life."

You finished talking and put your phone on the ground. You stand up and walked towards the edge.

You heard a loud noise. You turned around.

BSD Characters were standing behind you. Real.

And you were still standing near the edge. You were silent. Nikolai lift his overcoat and put his hand into the portal.

His head reappeared near you. You jumped away. Now you were even closer to the edge.

"No... I... I don't want to... Don't come closer..." whispered you. You took another step. You were almost here.

"[Y/N], if you go back, I will give you a hug!"

You froze and turned around.

Kenji Miyazawa made a step forward. He opened his arms, offering a hug.

"I promise, I will give you a hug. Come here... You really need a hug."

You trembled. You moved towards Kenji.

Step. After step. After step.

Kenji was standing here. Offering a hug.

You launched yourself forward, wrapping your arms around Kenji. He immediately hugged you back.

You cried. For the first time in years.

In a few minutes, you were in a middle of a large group hug.

________

You are fifteen.

You are living with your family.

You still have a long path to recovery.

And you are not alone.

BSD Cast will stay with you.

And will make sure, that you will never be hurt again.

[yet-another-wlw-shipper]

Tul kicking criminals again! 💥👮‍♀️🚔

(check all my Petrichor edits)

[heartlightheartbright]

Hey! Thanks for your patience while I'm being a bit slow! I'll be trying to catch up a bit in the next few days and tossing up offers to get some more starters on the way, too. So many mutuals, so little time!

In the meantime, for those of you who'd prefer context on what's going on, there's a read more for that. If you'd prefer just to stick with rp and not worry, hey, no worries! Just don't click.

Uh, tw: explosions. And attempted murder, I guess.

Someone asked me why I got back into rp and I responded "well the building I was in got blown up". So anyway, the joke was that it wasn't a joke.

It just didn't get blown up as much as was perhaps initially intended. I also wasn't part of the group of people the perp was trying to kill- he just...didn't necessarily care that a bunch of innocents were there.

I was unfortunately pretty close to the blast when it went off. I'm physically fine, as is everyone else who was there. No one was seriously injured. It's just meant things have been messy thanks to...being right there, lol. Add the whole #trauma thing to the whole deal and I've admittedly had some stuff to deal with.

The situation at the moment gets quiet for a few weeks and then picks back up, so I can't even really say when it'll be over. Knowing the legal system, maybe I'll be lucky enough to see the end of it in like... two years.

So, please bear with me. Some days are better than others. There's a whole lot more good days than bad, but I'm still taking life a day at a time right now. This blog is genuinely a place I intend to keep fun and light-hearted, but if I go quiet for a few days, this is undoubtedly part of the reason why.

[askraddyred]

<[ " Hi Raddy!! I recently saw you said everyone you know is getting stabbed!! So ive decided that you should join them!! Keep still!! We dont want this to hurt more than it has to, now do we!! " ]>

<[ * Before Raddy can run away they lunge and knock him over, pinning him to the floor with a hand around his neck, holding a knife in the other hand that they plunge into his abdomen 3 consecutive times. They keep their hand around his throat when they finish, not getting up or moving off of him * ]>

*He steps back as the anon speaks, narrowing his eyes at them Surely they dont mean that, right? The anons have said some pretty fucked up things before, but never acted on them, so this must be another one of those instances in which they threaten but do nothing. Plus, the anons arent usually that strong a if they did do anything he could easily pummel one. . . least thats what he thought*

" Yea yea whatever you sa- "

*He grimaces as the anon lunges, tackling him causing him to topple over backwards, his back hitting the ground with a loud thud. He gasps as the breath was knocked straight out of him, eyes wide in shock. Too flabbergasted to stop the anon before it grabbed him by the throat*

" What the!? GET THE HELL OFFA ME- "

*He bristles and grimaces as they choke him, bringing his hands up to pry theirs off of him just a moment too late as they bring up the knife and bring it down. The blade sinks into him, slicing through flesh and muscle, and comes out soaked in crimson. The knife cuts through his body 2 more times after the first, his blood spilling past the wounds*

*He cries out in white hot pain as the knife dug into him, still desperately trying to pry their hands off of his throat, to no avail. Tears well up in his eyes and spill over, running down his cheeks at the pain and in fear. He cant breathe and it hurts. He feels his blood spilling and the warmth running down his body and seeping into the ground as the anon continues to choke him.*

*It does take too long for his vision to blur, and a warm sensation to bloom all over his body, accompanying the pain. . . Is this what death feels like? If so, he doesnt like it. In fact, he hates it. He doesnt want to die. Not yet. Not like this. What did he do to deserve this? He doesnt want this. Hes scared. He wants to live. He cant call out for anyone, he cant breathe, he can feel himself going numb physically and it only causes him to cry harder.*

*He lays there in the grass, bleeding out and weeping, sobbing and trembling. Scared. He cant fight back against the anon choking the life out of him. He didnt even get a chance to say goodbye. He didnt get the chance to apologize for being so horrible. He didnt get the chance to change himself and be anything more than a bully. Hes going to die not being able to fix anything. . .*

[strawberryshortcake1495]

As if I couldn’t make my Lebam AU even darker… 😭

In Dipper and Mabel VS the Future, Mabel finds out that Dipper will become Ford’s apprentice and therefore will be leaving her to a cruel, unforgiving, and unpredictable world all by herself. This is when Mabel truly starts to delve into McGucket levels of insanity. When Dipper goes home, instead of asking him to tell her he’s joking, Mabel simply asks him if it’s true. Confused, Dipper gently touches her shoulder and she pounces on him. Pinning him to the wooden floor with an iron grip, Mabel interrogates him. She’s sacrificed so much for him. Her happiness, her dignity, her identity. It was all for him. Now he wants to run away and leave her to rot in the mud? She’s sad and angry but her mind is churning like a pot of boiling water. It’s confused because the whole point of Lebam is to protect Dipper, now she’s hurting him? It didn’t make sense. Mabel realizes this as she’s strangling her brother to death. Horrified, she drags him out to the forest and buries his body before proceeding to have a loud hysterical breakdown. She prepares to take her own life when she’s stopped by Blendin. He tells her he can fix everything for her, make all the pain go away, as long as she joins him. She takes the offer. Her sole purpose in life was to love and cherish her twin brother, but now he’s dead. She has nothing left to lose. She’s whisked away, not knowing Dipper was still alive.

Now here’s the difference: Mabeland is more of a dream-like realm inside Mabel’s mind and Bill simply shoved all the memories of her past life down to make room in her mindscape for Mabeland. Mabel is very much conscious and aware of Weirdmageddon, but as I said, she has nothing to lose. But as she’s curled up in the corner of the Fearamid, the realization of what she’s truly done starts to seep in. She can’t stop thinking about Dipper. He’s really gone. Mabel tries to distract herself by going to sleep and traveling to Mabeland but it doesn’t fill the void in her heart. That’s when Mabel realizes she can’t live without her brother, so she needs to be her own brother. With Bill’s help, she cuts her hair and styles it to look like Dipper’s and takes her sweater and headband off, replacing her shirt with a Pinetree shirt to really go with the vibe. Now she has 3 separate personalities: Mabel, Lebam, and Pinetree.

Meanwhile, Dipper manages to dig himself out of the ground but he’s extremely weak. Wendy scours the woods for shelter and finds his limp body on the ground. She brings him to a cave and nurses him back to health, well at least until he’s able to stand and speak. Then they go to find Ford and Mabel.

[suit0rs-and-t3l3]

why does Eurymachus hate physical contact?

He has a love/hate relationship with physical touch.

TW! Abuse and alcohol in this writing will be present but I will be trying to keep it as VAGUE as possible.

Eurymachus grew up in a VERY wealthy family. He had 5 older sisters one of which was his twin sister Endora (who is older by 27 minutes (they argue about it all the time.))

His 3 eldest sisters Asphodel, Evanna and Evania (twins) (ironic name meanings btw) and their father, a high ranking man in army’s and tactics as a younger man, Ryna. Were very physically abusive towards him. Shoving him down stairs, hitting him in the head and basically, beating him black and blue as a child.

It was to the point that before Troy, he was beaten so harshly he couldn’t physically fight due to a whipping and attempt on his life (that he still is yet to tell who tried it.)

His mother and other sisters Calista and his twin Endora were very physically affectionate (NOT IN A WEIRD WAY BEFORE YOU SAY SOMETHING). Hugs, cuddling, dancing, and more.

His father put that show on along with his sisters. They will be switchy. One day nightmares that would harm and others, the next, kindest of family ever.

That’s why eurymachus has a golden tooth. Because his father tried to buy his way to him after knocking his fucking tooth out. (Yall actually believe he got into a fight… crazy..)

He actually turned to alcohol from a young age due to it. (Making his slightly an alcoholic.)

His flirtation comes from his mother, Charis being a cheater and using her looks to get what she wanted.

[blood-and-pizza]

I just had the weirdest idea for a crossover:

William Afton tries to kill young Wednesday and Pugsley Addams by dressing up as Spring Bonnie. Turns out the kids don't give a damn about a cheerful-looking yellow bunny, but when they find out he wants to kill them and stuff them into animatronic suits, he's suddenly their new best friend... whether he likes it or not. Pugsley is especially eager to get stuffed inside a suit.

[anonymousboxcar]

I have a fic/au idea that I don’t have the spoons to write in full prose right now, but I’d like to put it out there.

So. Henry arrives on Sodor and an outraged Fat Director demands to know who built him. Henry tries to answer all his questions, but he soon realizes he doesn’t know much about his builders either.

He first came to in a damp shed with boarded-up windows. He never made out any faces, only ever hearing low voices around him. This was done to keep him from identifying anyone involved.

Once this is clear to Henry, it eats away at him. All the other engines on the NWR know their builders, their inherited legacies, and their engine families (siblings, cousins, etc.). Even worse, he’s not the engine the Fat Director wanted. He can’t help any of this.

…but he can figure out who his builders are. And maybe being able to answer those questions would make the Fat Director a little less angry with him. Maybe he could find out what family he might have out there. Maybe he could get an explanation from them.

So Henry asks engines coming in from the Mainland for info, with Edward and Thomas also asking around for him. The crew assigned to Henry sees how much this matters to him, and, growing fond of him, write letters to the place Henry was built.

They don’t make much progress, however, until Gordon arrives.

Gordon and Henry both feel very shaken when they see each other. Their designs are so close that it can’t be coincidental.

Their investigation is impeded somewhat by Gordon not wanting to associate with Henry. For him, it’s uncomfortable to acknowledge an engine so similar to him and yet so wrong. He looks at Henry and sees what could’ve been his fate, as an experimental prototype. And that doesn’t even go into the blow to his Gresley lineage and prestige as which he perceives Henry.

But then it only makes sense, a bitter Henry argues, for Gordon to disprove the idea that Henry’s a real Gresley engine. And so Gordon relents (with some sternness from Edward and some scowling from Thomas as well).

Gordon then admits when they question him that some plans went missing from Doncaster. It was before his time, but he overheard some people still speculating about who could’ve done it.

He says nobody saw the plans as a great loss — that they were rejected for having too small of a firebox for a locomotive of that size.

But as Henry and his crew begin looking into who stole those plans, suspecting a rival of Gresley, things go wrong with his trains. Things like loosened couplings, damaged track that was fine an hour ago, and trucks catching fire.

It’s all sabotage. Henry has become a liability to his builders by trying to expose them. And seeing as they already got the money from his sale, they have no further need of him.

Henry is horrified, make no mistake, but he’s also angry. He’s done with this nonsense. He wants to see his builders face-to-face, to draw them out, to get some kind of explanation from them.

And so he makes the impulsive decision to stop in a tunnel.

He’s miffed that the Fat Director matches his expectations and bricks him up, but not surprised. He does his best to explain himself to his crew once the hullabaloo dies down. But as he lays out his idea, his confidence wavers.

He’s not sure if he can face the people who built and then abandoned him. He’s not sure if he’ll come away from this safely. And even if does, he’s not sure he hasn’t burned every bridge on this railway and any hope of a future here. Can he trust anyone here?

He doesn’t tell them this, though. It’s too late to go back. He can only see this through.

That night, some strangers approach Henry’s tunnel. They’re his builders. They’re here to dispose of him. He finally sees their faces, even if he can’t put names to all of them.

The way they talk to him confirms that they never cared about him. He was always a means to an end. He was always one of a kind, the product of a jealous grudge against another engineer.

And yet it doesn’t hurt the way Henry thought it would. He sees them and feels no connection, no obligation to them. He realizes they’re not and never were his family — that he never had to please or live up to them.

So when they give him one last chance to shut his mouth, to keep quiet about who they are, he laughs in their faces.

He takes great satisfaction in telling them they can’t command any kind of loyalty from him. He knows he could never trust them and he’s fine with that, because he feels nothing for any of them now. He doesn’t need them.

The only thing that scares him is the thought that he won’t get away from this. As the builders advance on him, he thinks that he’s grown fond of Sodor and this ridiculous railway. He wants to roll his eyes at Thomas’ quips, to watch the sunrise with Edward. He might even want to bicker with Gordon. He wants a future here.

And then his crew leaps out of hiding, getting into a scuffle with the builders.

It’s long enough for Thomas to come barreling down the line, followed by Edward and Gordon. They bring the police, having been informed of the “stake-out” plan… and the Fat Director steps off Thomas’ footplate, too.

The builders are summarily subdued and arrested, and all the engines and crews ask Henry is he’s alright. (Well, Gordon does so in a very roundabout, emotionally constipated way, but he still asks.) Henry is overwhelmed. He was right to trust them, it seems. He could more than trust them.

Henry and the Fat Director then hash things out. It’s a tense and messy conversation, especially because Henry is still reeling from the events of the night so far. But the Fat Director says that, regardless of his own opinions, it’s clear the rest of his engines and workmen would riot if he turned Henry away now. And he can’t afford that.

“You are needed here,” he says. It’s not quite an apology, but it’s close — an undoing of the bricks between them. “You are useful.”

Henry doesn’t say thank you, because this is the bare minimum. “Yes, sir,” he says, trying very hard not to cry anyway.

And so Henry is let out of the tunnel and remains on the NWR. It’s not perfect — far from it, sometimes — but it’s home. It gets better over the years. Decades pass before the Thin Clergyman starts asking around for the story of Henry’s tunnel.

By now, not many people know about what really happened. The knowledge of Henry’s leading designer would’ve torpedoed a workshop’s reputation, one which turned out to be uninvolved in what one of its designers did in his free time. Many people would’ve lost their jobs and locomotives would’ve lost the ability to find homes. So in the end, the scandal was hushed up and the builders were charged on the more minor offenses they committed.

For that reason, Henry and the others quickly rule out telling the truth. Nor does Henry want to revisit that time in his life. He doesn’t want to be associated with his builders in any way.

Thomas’ cheeky suggestion about him not wanting the rain to spoil his paint isn’t very flattering, but the others’ suggestions are even worse. (Edward’s idea of Henry being in the tunnel for a heroic reason is outvoted, though Henry appreciates it.) He also has to admit the Fat Director doesn’t look much better in that version of events — he looks arguably worse than Henry.

Is it petty? Yes. Does Henry go along with it anyway? Yes.

The Fat Director, now the first Fat Controller, accepts this without comment. He’s learned and grown quite a bit since the early days of his railway. He’s not the same man who bricked up Henry; he doesn’t think it’s worth getting so worked up over a small dig at him. (And while he’d never admit it, he thinks it’s a way to somewhat atone for his part in it all.)

But even if the Fat Controller did get upset, Henry wouldn’t be afraid in the slightest. He knows the engines here have his back. He knows he’ll always have his family.

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Yandere

With Toko stalking Hinata, Genocide Syo is bound to come out. However Toko isn't the only one with a second personality, as Hinata has one as well in Izuru. It is the meeting of two alternate personalities, both dangerous in their own ways.

"Finally. I finally got you where I wanted you to be."

Genocide Syo said in a depraved lovesick voice as she licked her lips as she stared at the man whom she had been stalking over two and half week, just waiting for the right moment to give this handsome hunk of a man her confession via death with her scissors.

"...."

"Got nothing to say to me, Darling~?" Genocide Syo cooed as she twirlinng her signature weapon of choice, lust and love filled her black heart. "Do this mean you are ready for my-"

"How boring." Spoken the deep monotone voice that was far from the shadow which he stepped out revealing...Izuru Kamukura was staring at her with an apathetic expression as he stared at her with boredom-filled red eyes. "How completely and utterly boring this is...." He said to the murderous yandere woman who blinked in surprise at the sudden change of physical appearance and tone of her love...

...but this made the deranged even more deranged as she let out an excited giggle and her pupils were replaced with bright luminous pink hearts.

"This...is going to be so much fun~!" Syo said as she speed toward the man with the murderous intent to express her twisted love toward the man who stared at her with a dead, apathetic expression.

[problematic-maleslash-polls]

Do you ship it?

Problematic Reasons: Tried to kill each other. Suzaku helped Lelouch's father kidnap his sister and erase his memory. Lelouch murdered the princess Suzaku was in charge of protecting and possibly in love with, and also forced her to perform genocide on Suzaku's people.

Propaganda: They are, despite it all, despite also being each others' enemies, also each others' best friends. Somehow. They understand each other in a way that nobody else does. They commit the most horrendous, inexcusable acts of violence and tragedy, and somehow find each other back at each others' side. Nobody has their back like the other does.

[traegics]

Open Starter - @darkskiesrpgstarters

He'd fought off quiet a few agents, magic coming in quite handy and the strength of his recently triggered wolf gene making light work of each one that came at him. He was doing fine, at least that was until one had come from behind and had started to practically strangle him. His elbow threw back doing his best to fight himself free to no avail before a growl ripped through his frame and vibrated off the walls of the compound. Wolfsbane was infused in the rope, weakening his ability to fight back and he was slowly losing the ability to even breathe. "You better make sure I'm fucking dead," Lucas managed to get out. "Because I will fucking burn your company and everyone in it to the ground if you hurt a single person in my family."

[paines-heart]

One hand shot up, pressing firmly against his neck, his throat, the other covering his mouth as he gasped for air, only for him to find that thick, metallic-tasting liquid was swiftly filing his oral cavity.

He wanted to scream. He tried to scream. But no sound came out. Only the muffled gurgles accompanying his gasping breaths.

Oh.

Merde.

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A drawing based on an RP I'm doing. I'm trying to get back into drawing as I used to, and I've taken a liking to drawing Alastor in my own style. Also, don't worry, he lived. XD

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[alastors-radioshow]

Truth be told, it had been a while since anyone had been idiotic enough to make an attempt at his life. The stag should have known that it had been too good to be true. A couple of weeks of calm was all he got. Until...

The sound of shattering glass was heard, pieces of one of the windows in his city-based studio fell to the ground as a bullet passed through it. It wouldn't be the first time something as such had occurred. Somehow, miraculously, the stag managed to avoid the first bullet, moving away from his desk towards a gaping void he had conjured up.

An easy escape.

Bang!

The other bullet hit its target and the overlord found himself stumbling through the gateway he'd created, landing on his back on the other side as it closed, leaving a faint crackling in its wake.

One hand shot up, pressing firmly against his neck, his throat, the other covering his mouth as he gasped for air, only for him to find that thick, metallic-tasting liquid was swiftly filing his oral cavity.

He wanted to scream. He tried to scream. But no sound came out. Only the muffled gurgles accompanying his gasping breaths.

Oh.

Merde.

[mad-hunts]

you don’t think either one of us could ever change?

if there was one thing that made barton feel absolutely ridiculous, it was wearing sunglasses inside. but the fact that he didn't want to be questioned was preventing them from taking them off for a time; barton had had one of those days, or perhaps weeks would be more appropriate, where he felt like nothing was right in the world. that he was all wrong. and this manifested in barton causing a fight with some person he'd likely never see again... but who'd remember him, because he hit them a little too hard and they had cracked their head open on the pavement as a result. barton was thinking about getting help at first but then the people around them all looked at him with the same look in their eyes that said: what the hell is wrong with you, and what have you done?

needless to say, he didn't stick around after that. both because barton obviously wasn't wanted there and because he'd set up a meeting with baby doll that day. but he wasn't in the mood to talk business anymore, and mary seemed to be the same, oddly enough. maybe it was the thought that he wouldn't be able to tell anyone about it if he didn't tell her but barton had also spilled about what happened before he came there. then, there was some more tense conversation, before the most challenging question was posed to him. ❛ you don't think either one of us could ever change? ❜ in response to this, barton was soon pocketing his sunglasses to expose to mary multiple cuts near his eyes and a big shiner.

he pressed his lips into a narrow line as the birds around them continued to sing their song, ❝ hmm... i think, as long as we are angry, that we can't change. and i don't know about you, but i have long since accepted that i inherited my father's anger. his brain was even more confusing than mine but the one time i think we fully understood each other — ❞ barton cleared his throat, �� was when i came this close to killing him once with a kitchen knife. i think that tells you about everything you need to know about me, mary. ❞ he looked up at her, stifling a weak smile. ❝ i've been like this for a long time, and i don't have the first idea about how to change. ❞

[amiirahloupgarou]

I made another fic! Enjoy!