#TW: Murder Mention

[ravensroleplays]

"Leave it to me." Mike said, as he started to head off.

"B...be careful, Mike." Ian said, whimpering a little, and Mike nodded.

Ghosts of the Past--Open FNAF RP

"I..." Ian hesitated for just a second, then the floodgates burst wide open, and he couldn't hold it back anymore.

"I'VE KILLED PEOPLE! PEOPLE ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF ME!" The ghostly boy's stutter was completely gone as his soul appeared outside of Foxy, animatronic fox and ghost boy moving and talking as one as oily tears started leaking out of the former's eyes to match the tear marks that were permanently on the face of his true, ghostly self.

"I...no, it wasn't something I chose to do...but I still killed them." He sniffed a little. "I...I still hear them screaming sometimes, I have to live with that...!" Both animatronic fox and ghost boy lifted their hands to their heads, emotion overtaking Ian.

[rhys-ravenfeather]

I had a vision.

[no-one-likes--a-mad-woman]

date: may 25

location: riviera casino and hotel

@boneyardstarters

Although she usually spent her time looking over grisly murders and attempting to put all of the pieces together, Alice couldn't deny that it was nice to put on a pretty dress and get all dolled up to go to an event for a change. Even though she'd gotten there early, the casino was already buzzing with people when she walked in, donning black heels and a maroon velvet dress that hugged her in all the right places. In her hand was a sparkly silver bag and while it masqueraded as a cute accessory, inside, it held a small notepad and a pencil, just a case she needed to run to the bathroom to jot down some information. Tonight, Alice was here to watch and observe the lifestyles of the rich and almost famous. She was also interested to get an idea of who was rooting for which team. Personally, she was hoping there was truth in the saying 'the house always wins' and that Cy would get to take home a good bit. However, since she was technically working, the knowledge of the dealer also being her triplet brother was hush hush. Striking up a conversation with the person that was closest to her, she said "So are you placing bets on anyone?"

[kunisunzacc]

Forsaken ocs w/ @l0cal-dumb4ss , SOME ANGST TO FEED YOU ALL 😈😈😈

🌌 ☆ Nova ☆ and ♤ Sc1fii ♤ 🧪

Dude does this everytime brahs daughter dies in a round.. this stupid dumbass 💔

tagging mooties who wanna see this maybe

@l0cal-dumb4ss @nova-starstruck @purefkinflyes @20ratsinahumansuit

And others :3

Nova is @l0cal-dumb4ss 's, so :3

[charmfamily]

CORVUS CROSSING: A CHARM FAMILY STORY. CHAPTER I "BOY, YOU'LL BE A MAN REAL SOON." FINALE PART II. Transcript Beneath the Cut.

MINERVA: Vess… [She coughs, her voice raspy and brittle.] Fill the bathtub…

VESTA: For what? You don't need to be in there by yourself — not in this state. You're going to have a cup of tea first and Fortuna's going to do an energy cleanse of this entire floor before anyone does anything.

MINERVA: I have to know if … [She pauses to cough again.] I'm gonna try astral projection…

VESTA: Are you crazy?! No you're not, I forbid it!

FORTUNA: Astral projection is dangerous even under the best circumstance when a caster is rested, magically charged, and prepared. [She frowns.] People drown, some casters become magically depleted quicker than they thought they would and never make it back to their bodies, they leave themselves comatose until death. Only certain types of casters are guaranteed to be successful and there's not many.

MINERVA: It's the only way I can look without actually having to go back to Selvadorada.

VESTA: Minerva… [she sighs softly, reaching over to gently squeeze her sister's hand.] What are you looking for?

MINERVA: I need to know if the altar room in that temple had hidden null runes in there that Emerson and I couldn't see. [She pauses, not sure if she should even say the words aloud.] The fresher runes found outside Forgotten Hollow made me remember that I tried slinging every spell I could think of while he lay there dying and none of them worked, which… if there are more runes there, it means that all of this was… planned. It wasn't any Charm Curse, he was murdered. I know that sounds insane but —

VESTA: I'm calling Agnes and you're going to eat something, drink your tea, and trust me. If it is just a feeling we can be told that by a Sage and if it's more than that and you're not wrong, we'll get to the bottom of this the right way and the safest way — You're not going back to that temple and you're not astral projecting into it either. Neither one of those are options. Okay?

MINERVA: Okay.

[just-a-lil-theatre-guy]

Have you ever killed a man before :333

@jackh0ffman69

Yes, multiple

[pseudovillain]

Bets on Ace Markey, the Ultimate Jockey, execution lets Go:

Deadly Carousel

Dragged by the neck by horses

Trampled by horses (classic, terrifying)

Torn apart by horses from different directions.

Horsemen of the apocalypse reference

Eaten by horses

Dragged to hell

Basically Emma Margorobi Super Danganronpa Another 2 execution but with Horses instead of a witch broom.

Tries to escape execution but is chased by Mono TV using a horse

Treated like an abused horse

Something with whips

Two or more options of this list

[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

Hello everyone! It's another Wednesday <3 Thank you to @changelingsandothernonsense for tagging me (love the Josh and Erra updates) I'm tagging @lady-iizsil @dirty-bosmer @theoneandonlysemla @thequeenofthewinter (you've already since this snippet oops) @lucien-lachance

This is a part of a much dark part 2 to this fic, my depraved Thalmor Embassy shenanigans. So this snippet features mentions of things in that fic including: sex, blackmail, voyeurism, the glove (iykyk). Under the cut also has mentions of torture, murder (as speculations) and Rulidnil being even worse (that's definitely present). So yeah, MDNI and read if you're cool with that. Anyways time to tease the horror. Chapter 1 is done and currently being edited, expect to see it soon~ its 6k OOPS

“Theodora.” She almost snaps her neck with how quick her gaze finds him. How did one of them know her name… she had only met one other male Thalmor… Akatosh preserve me. With each step inching closer, her body tenses as the suspicious are concerned. 

“Ah, Rulindil.” She grits her teeth. “Fancy running into you here.” 

It was none other than the mer who used them for sexual blackmail, first listening into their conversation and other activities at the Embassy, and then demanding to watch them engage in more of these activities. That had been his compromise after being told he could not fuck her himself. Originally Theodora had told Ondolemar she would have done it just to shut him up, but after meeting him, she could see his concerns were not unfounded. Her lover had told her all about how he ended up in the position he occupied now, how his life experiences lead him to serve the Dominion and of how he was harbouring severe doubts. Many of which had come from knowing her. With Elenwen, she could see that although she could be cruel, having been a torturer during the Great War, she understood there were multiple ways to solve a problem. Violence was not the only way to get information, treating people well, good wine and good food, could do wonders and was far easier than bleeding them out. The Ambassador was firm, but fair; at least as far as the Thalmor went. 

She didn’t see any of that in Rulindil. Interrogation was not his job, it was his passion. I enjoy making people scream he had told her. Enjoy. There was this pit in her stomach thinking about the fact that even if he was not in the Thalmor, he would likely still be doing that very thing. Perhaps he would be not unlike the Butcher in Windhelm, carving up all manner of people to just hear the sounds they made dying. The screams of those she killed during the war made their way into her nightmares sometimes. How anyone could desire such a sound she hoped to never understand. From the way he shook her hand, less shaking it than grabbing her wrist, grip lingering too long that the mere memory of it caused her to shudder; to the way his sexual degeneracy had no bounds. Stealing a glove that had been inside her. She hoped it was just a trophy, but the sinister look in his gaze now told her that that was decidedly untrue.

“I am freed from the confines of the Embassy for a few nights. Many of us are here, I believe Ondolemar is having a solo meeting with our lovely Ambassador.” Slight panic washes over her face at that. The dark chuckle that comes from him unsettles her even more. “Oh no, it’s not like that, I haven’t said anything. Seems he's been especially productive to the cause lately and is currently getting a rare bout of praise from Elenwen. Isn’t he lucky?” She smiles, happy to hear he’s okay and so that Rulindil stays friendly until she can leave this conversation. 

“Very lucky indeed.” She clears her throat, stance facing towards the Temple. “Wonderful to see you again” she lied “but I’m afraid I must be going, I’ve got plans.” 

“Your plans don’t include him do they, unless you’re all dressed up for someone else?”

“No, not him nor anyone else. Just going to have some drinks and do a bit of dancing.”

“Perhaps I will join you.” He smirks as he says this, enjoying the uncomfortable look on her face. 

“I was planning to go to the tavern here. The Skeever, and I don’t think you’d like to be seen in public with me, least of all places in a grubby Nord tavern.”

“Hmm.” She continues smiling. “Well, you own property here, don’t you? Why don’t we return there instead?” The smile falters. 

“How do you know I own property here?” His hand reaches for her hair, she forwent her normal circlet for some wildflowers, to match the embroidery on the new dress. One of the flowers is plucked from her. It twirls between his fingers.

“I know a lot about you.” 

“Ondolemar said you were… satisfied.” 

“I am satisfied with him, I never said anything about you.” Chest tightens. 

“I’ll tell him, you must know that.” Another sick laugh from him made her nauseous. 

“And what will he do? Harming a fellow agent is grounds for extreme discipline. Killing me would be certain death. There would be nothing he could do that wouldn’t result in more eyes being drawn to you. Not everyone will be as kind as me.” Kind. The word makes her nauseous. There’s an audible gulp. “All I want is a little time with you, Theodora. Why can he have that and not me?” She wants to tell him why, all the reasons Ondolemar is leagues above him, in every manner from their organization to her affections. But upsetting him is the last thing she wants to do.  

“I suppose you’re right. There’s no harm in a few glasses of wine.”

[xtinyslip]

if he knew the sheer strength it was taking not to aim the gun higher, and simply shoot him in the face ; then he wouldn't have uttered a single word. not one. was he surprised to find himself at gun point? he shouldn't have been, he was an evil bastard. "you know -- just when i think you're at your limit? and you can't reach a new low? i'm told of this truly heart warming story where you gunned down, and burned my -- parker's parent's alive? and then of course, it's you. you then had the actual nerve to threaten them again and expect a herbal tea for your efforts?" scoffing, she simply shook her head. "is will home? i'd rather tell him now before he's distracted by all the blood he's about to find on his carpet." @fcrafcrtnight

[sundewhasaudhd]

Doodle dump (part two)

11 year old Aspen (THEYRE SO SILLY :33333)

Random Aspen doodles

So Aspen… did not take Grace getting the Black Book (in the NPMD timeline) very well (because, say it with me, they have the worst complex about being needed)

Wilbur and Aspen because they’re the (non-canon) father son duo ever

“Hey, Mr. Solomon, how’s your wife?” (From a timeline where Aspen got caught for all the murders and got put in juvie [I’ll go in depth about this timeline one day])

Doodle of @wigglyobsessedweirdo ‘s Hatchetverse OC, Willow Locke

Aspen hanging out with a Pokey sniggle

Linda doodle :D

Aspen babysitting the Monroe kids (Linda had no other options)

Aspen’s homecoming outfit

Wilbur doodle

Wiggly doodles

Holloway doodle (minus the face)

c!crimebois doodle from the Literal Monster animatic my head

IF YOU LIKE MY ART, PLEASE REBLOG :3

[ravensroleplays]

Babe In The Woods--Open AHIT RP

To say that Moonjumper’s plan had been an utter failure would be an understatement.

He practically gift-wraps a sacrificial lamb for the Snatcher, and not only does his pawn NOT eat the child’s soul, or kill her, but he actually adopts her as his own. And what’s more, he was able to overcome his corruption and give up stealing and eating souls, just because it scared the baby.

Clearly, he had make a mistake, and the child had to go.

So here he was now, in the huge, empty tree Snatcher called home, mismatched eyes looking down at the baby as she slept peacefully in the crib Snatcher had gotten for her. The Lunar floated closer, starting to reach one hand out...only for the baby girl’s eyes to snap open, her mouth drawn into a thin, uncertain line, and Moonjumper felt his heart stop.

Could...

Could she see him?

Moonjumper didn’t have time to dwell on the question long, as the child started to cry, and he was forced to retreat before Snatcher himself showed up.

[rhys-ravenfeather]

Dear Donald Trump and RFK Jr.:

Number of people who have ever died of cancer: 9.7 million

Number of people who have died of autism: 0*

When someone dies in their hospital bed from autism, surrounded by their sobbing loved ones, feel free to let me know. But until then, you've got your priorities backwards.

*For the record, I mean people who directly died from having/being autistic. I'm not counting autistic children or even adults whose parents/caretakers ended up killing them out of frustration because they 'couldn't handle the pressure' of looking after an autistic person. That's another grievance for another day.

[muses-galore]

Break your muse? Takumi failing to protect everyone and seeing them all die. Left alone and injured with nothing but their mummified corpses drained of hemoanima. Waiting for his injuries to take him or an enemy to return and finish him. 🫶

"…"

*Takumi couldn't even deny it frightened him, especially because it was a very possible scenario. Yes, the idea of being injured was bad but what was worse was the fact that in this hypothetical he had failed everyone. They were now dead and it was all his fault. He was their leader and he had failed them, that's what broke him.*

[voidal-respite]

My sympathy's draining me dry. How much deeper can they dig my sunken eyes? Won't they just let me writhe inside and let my sides asides so they can realise to let me die. That that'd be fine. At least then I'd finally hear silence and sleep well one night, yet here we are, Mind and Heart, crying, dying, covered in our blood and sweat, now we sit, intermit, flail and flit, chip and hack, bit by bit.

Stats are the adversary, friends are insanity. Feelings still claw at me, logic will rot in me. Dissonance will grow as the greys start to fall from me. Trying holistically, failing consistently. Sits in insistence; these id's cysts' persistency, pick and see sinfully, hypocrisy picks at thee. Victim and culprit entwine in one entity. I am the murderer, I'm the fatality.

Heart, Mind, slay, Soul, blood falls threefold…

[thegreatobsesso]

✍🏼 Writing pride tag

📝 Post a snippet you are extra proud of having written

@winterandwords, I had the beginning of this written and decided to push myself to write a bit more to use for this tag. I like how it turned out, but more importantly, while I was working on it I felt happier than I have in the twenty-five years that have been the past seven days. So, thank you. 💙

Hang in there, everyone.

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Milo

Looking at Octavius from where he kneels requires him to crane his neck, but he’d hold the pose for hours if Octavius would allow it. What a funny thing: he’s going to die here, and he’s still marveling at the beauty of the man holding the gun. Reveling in the sheer nearness of him after months of sucking emptiness. “I thought about it for a long time,” Octavius states flatly, pacing back and forth on the unfinished concrete. “Laying there in that god-forsaken cell, ruminating over everything you took from me until my mind nearly rent itself to pieces." He gestures loosely with the gun as he talks, but his casual air is betrayed by the tension cording in his shoulders. It’s the kind of thing, Milo thinks deliriously, you could only notice when you’ve known every inch of someone’s body; when you’ve fallen asleep on their chest and woke to their hands in your hair. "I thought about wrapping my hands around your throat, watching you struggle, kick, turn blue. Got me through a lot of really dark nights, if I’m being honest.” Octavius stills in front of him and levels the gun between his eyes. “But faced with it now, I find I don’t want to touch you,” he says simply, as if he really is brainstorming his next move in real time. “You’re not worth my hands.” The sight of the hovering barrel is sufficient to finally draw his gaze away from Octavius’s face. “Yeah. Okay. Are you... um.” He shivers, grapples. “Are you gonna make it quick?” “Aren’t you at least going to beg for your life?” “Would it make a difference?” A rueful grin splits the face that’s permanently burnt into the back of Milo’s eyelids.  “No. I just thought it’d be fun, for old times’ sake.” The smile disappears as quickly as it came, and the expression that’s left is anything but nostalgic. “On your feet.”

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✨ WIP intro

🔖 tag list: @winterandwords // @foxboyclit //@revenantlore

@space-writes // @indecentpause // @words-after-midnight

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📝 all posts from WIP: gay crime bdsm story

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Tagging @beatlesandbards, @itsthenovelteafactor, @andthebubbles and @diphthongsfordays to post bits they're proud of, if they want. Love you all.

[princesssarisa]

The first of the Love Like Salt tales in Cinderella Tales From Around the World come from Italy, Germany, and Sweden.

We start with seven versions from Italy:

**One version, La Sendraroeula, is basically a perfect cross between Love Like Salt, Donkeyskin, and a conventional Cinderella. After the youngest princess says she loves her father like salt, the king orders a servant to kill her and bring back her heart, but the servant kills a sheep instead, then gives the princess a donkey skin wear as a disguise. She then meets a group of good witches, who give her a magic wand and a nut: whenever she taps the nut with the wand, her wishes will be granted, although the magic only lasts until midnight. Some time later, her father finds her in the woods while hunting, doesn't recognize her in the donkey skin, and takes her home with him out of pity. Thus she becomes a scullery maid in her own father's castle, under the gaze of her own two sisters. Then Carnival arrives, the older sisters attend three balls at a neighboring kingdom's palace, and the heroine goes too in magic finery. The prince falls in love with her, on the third night she runs out at midnight and loses a shoe... and you can guess the rest.

**In most of the Italian versions, the older sisters declare that they love their father "like bread" and "like wine." To some of us, these comparisons might seem just as "undaughterly" as "like salt," but the king accepts them, because bread is essential to life, and in Italian culture the same is considered nearly true for wine. In other versions, though, the sisters are more effusive and say they love their father "better than my eyes" and "better than my heart."

**The Italian versions also tend to have the king order his daughter killed, but a few have him just banish her. In one, The Value of Salt, he doesn't send her away at all, but just resolves to never see her again and has her live alone in a separate wing of the castle.

***The latter tale doesn't have a Cinderella/Donkeyskin-style plot or a love interest for the heroine, since the princess never leaves home or loses her status. One day she just orders the cook to make a supper without salt for her father, and this teaches him his lesson.

**Several Italian versions have the heroine disguise herself as an old woman when she goes to work at the other palace. In one, she meets a fairy who gives her a wand that lets her actually turn herself into an old woman. In another, more gruesomely, her faithful nurse buys the skin of an old woman who just died and has her wear it as a disguise. Either way, she goes to work in the kitchen or in the poultry-yard, but every night in her room she takes off her disguise, and eventually the prince sees her true beauty through the keyhole, a la Donkeyskin.

**In some versions, the heroine says she loves her father "like water and salt" – not only evoking the thing that gives food its flavor, but the thing most important to sustaining life.

**Another version, The Story of the Candlestick, is a "princess hides in a hollow object" variant, and unusually, her mother is still alive and helpful. When the king orders his daughter killed for saying she loves him like salt, the queen protects her by hiding her in a giant candlestick and selling it. The candlestick ends up in a prince's dining room, the princess secretly comes out and eats the prince's food every night before he gets home, etc.

**In yet another version, instead of having the king ask his daughters how much they love them, he sets out on a journey, and of course, asks his daughters what they'd like him to bring back. The older two sisters ask for clothing, of course, but the youngest asks for salt. The wicked sisters then convince their father that she plans to over-salt his food and make it taste terrible, so in a fit of extreme pettiness he banishes her. But when they finally reunite, she reveals that she only wanted the salt to make food taste good.

**Still another variant, The King of France, doesn't have a "love like salt" opening at all, but instead mirrors the Bible story of Joseph and his brothers. The princess has a dream that someday she'll become a great queen and that her father will bow down before her. To prevent this, her jealous father orders a servant to kill her, but he lets her go. A magician in the forest takes her in as his foster child, and the rest of the story is like Donkeyskin. The book only describes this story as a footnote rather than sharing it in full, because technically it's not a Love Like Salt tale, just similar.

*There are just two German versions, one long, one short.

**The longer tale is a lesser-known Brothers Grimm tale, The Goose Girl at the Well. (Not to be confused with the more famous, entirely different tale of The Goose Girl.) This story is a very unusual Love Like Salt variant, not least because the princess isn't the viewpoint character, nor does the Love Like Salt motif appear until the middle of the story, in a flashback to three years earlier. An old woman, rumored to be a witch, and her ugly daughter live in a solitary cottage in a the mountains, tending geese. One day a handsome young count enters the forest, meets the old woman, and kindly carries her heavy bundle for her: as they walk along it grows heavier and heavier, but the woman won't let him rest until they reach the cottage. Then to reward him for his hard work and kindness, she gives him a little book carved out of emerald. The count then travels to a royal palace, where he meets the king and queen and shows them the emerald book. When the queen opens it, revealing a pearl inside, she faints, then tells her family's backstory to the count. The king and queen had three daughters, and the youngest was the most beautiful, who wept pearls and jewels instead of tears. One day, to determine his daughters' inheritances, the king asked each one how much she loved him: the older two said "like the sweetest sugar" and "like my prettiest dress," but the youngest said "like salt," and for this the king banished her with only a sack of salt as her inheritance. Soon afterward he regretted his rash act and searched for her, but the princess was never found and has been missing for three years. Yet the pearl inside the emerald book looks just like one of the princess's tears. The count tells the king and queen about the old woman and the three of them set off to find her cottage again. As it turns out, the old woman's "daughter" is really the princess, disguised in a magical ugly skin. At night when the moon shines, she takes off the skin to reveal her true beauty and wash herself at the well near the cottage. When the count arrives, he sees her do so and falls in love. The king and queen soon follow and reunite with their daughter, the old woman vanishes, and the cottage transforms into a palace, where the count and the princess live happily ever after. The narrator remarks that the old woman was probably a "wise woman" (i.e. a fairy), who most likely gave the princess her gift of shedding pearl and jewel tears when she was born– a gift that "doesn't happen nowadays, or else the poor would soon become rich."

**The shorter German variant, As Dear as Salt, is another version that doesn't have a Donkeyskin element, or a romance, or even have the princess be banished. It simply says that the king is angry when his only daughter says she loves him "like salt," but a short time later, when he gives a grand feast, the princess tells the cook to serve all the food without salt, and this teaches the king his lesson.

*The one Swedish variant is called Salt and Bread. In this version, the princess's wicked older half-sisters slander her to their father out of jealousy and make him doubt her love for him, which inspires his fateful love test. The older two claim to love him "as God in heaven" and "as my life," and when the youngest says "as salt and bread," the king has her stripped naked and left in the forest to die. But a different kingdom's younger king finds her there, takes her home to his castle, falls in love with her, and marries her. After the princess (now queen) and her father reunite in the end, the old king has the two half-sisters left naked in the forest, and the narrator cheekily says "It has never been told that a king came and married them."

**It's interesting that this princess likens her father's value to bread as well as salt, meaning that he's "the staff of life" to her, and yet her father takes it as an insult because bread is so common. It contrasts with the Italian versions where one of the older sisters says she loves her father like bread, and he approves because he realizes it means she can't live without him.

Next we'll look at the versions from Belgium, France, Spain, and Portugal.

@ariel-seagull-wings, @adarkrainbow, @themousefromfantasyland