#beheading mention tw

[lcngliive]

anakin & ahsoka ( @tragcdysewn )

he hadn't been able to wrap his head around the events of what had happened in the maze - not that he had one for a while during it, but that was something for another time. a familiar presence in the force appeared - it was ahsoka, he didn't know if she wanted to talk about what happened, but he didn't. "whatever it was that happened, I don't want to talk about it, snips." anakin didn't know what to make of the whole situation in the maze - ahsoka hadn't been in control and he didn't blame her for what happened, or leia for that matter. "if you're staying, talk about anything else, just not that," he'd lost count of how long he'd been sitting on the park bench, just thinking - so much had happened, padme had died in front of him and there had been nothing he could have done and when she woke up, it was as if he was a monster and then everything with leia and ahsoka. it had all been too much and he could feel the darkside of the force edging its way back in, something he was fighting with everything he could.

[mastcrmiind]

@flyaboveitall ; closed starter for celeste kipper && mags flanagan

celeste had been in town for quite some time, and of course, she'd been keeping an eye on the news while the murder spree was going on, she'd been working at the tv station after all, and seeing her younger sister's name come up for murdering, as far as she could remember around sixteen people? she didn't even know mags was in dc. and beheading the president? there didn't seem to be as much animosity towards the president in this country as opposed to back home, but she'd kept herself quite. not wanting to make her sister aware she's even in the city, but here she was, standing in front of her, and she couldn't stop herself saying something "— - beheaded any presidents lately?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow "or was that a one time thing? pent up frustration?"

[alexandriteobscuraarchive]

~"TABBY---!" It's a scream of both relief and fear; with the silhouette of her friend outlined by the car's headlights making Michelle run even faster and, unfortunately, it makes the thing closing in behind her run faster too. (bc I need Tabitha saving Michelle from something)

She knows better to raise the shotgun immediately but it's a near thing---the huge, hulking shape tearing through the woods that was on Michelle's heels ALL BUT DEMANDED THE OUTRIGHT HOSTILITY---but Tabitha waits. She waits and waits and waits---one heartbeat, two, three, four, stay steady now---and then she's yelling at Michelle for all she's worth. "GET IN THE CAR RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

And when---and only when, and god does it take all the control she can muster---there's a blur of blue and red as Michelle runs past her does Tabitha raise the shotgun she'd brought with her. Steady. Steady. Steady. For god's sake keep it steady. The thing is closer now; close enough that now it's Tabitha that can FEEL ITS' BREATH AS IT ENVELOPS HER UPRAISED FACE, close enough that she can FEEL THE SPITTLE FLYING OFF OF ITS' SNAPPING TEETH ON HER SKIN, close enough that when its' MAW OPENS WIDE IT PRACTICALLY SWALLOWS HER WHOLE and still she waits. Closer. Closer. Closer. Close enough that she couldn't possibly miss---

The report of the shotgun is muffled by the mass of the thing and then further muffled by the strange creature's sudden and enraged howl of pain. The ground shakes as it totters backwards with a gaping hole in its chest and a slick trail of blood in its wake. Tabitha reloads and then racks the gun again and now it's the woman--small, insignificant and full of fear and rage---that moves forward into the dark. "STAY AWAY FROM HER AND GO BACK TO WHATEVER HOLE YOU CRAWLED OUT OF!!"

There's another crashing sound as she fires again and the still retreating creature hits the dirt and begins to thrash wildly seemingly incapable of understanding that the tides had turned; but despite this advantage Tabitha is still smart enough to stay at what she hoped was out of swiping distance. Gun or not she was still so small and this thing could probably BEHEAD HER WITH A SINGLE SWIPE. The bestial howling is punctuated by the sound of the shotgun being reloaded and racked a third---and final---time.

"Last chance." Probably for the both of us.

[tragcdysewn]

he'd torn someone's head off, destroyed people in more ways than she'd ever imagined were possible. and she had no idea how to help. chunyu looks up at the small noise, though she doesn't shift from her position on the floor. "go away." she mutters, unsure of what else to say to him right now. everything is different, out of nowhere, and it's awful, and she can't stop thinking about it. "you could have just told me, you didn't have to..." show her, give her all the most violent and bloody details he could remember.

He Xuan watches with careful neutrality as his sister slumps forward at first, then a moment later shakily stands and heads to the bathroom without a word. He doesn't follow at first, thinking she likely needs a moment to herself; not that he blames her. That's why he hadn't wanted to mention any of this in the first place, because it was-- not fit for his sister to have to know, regardless of her death being one of the many factors that led to his actions. Actions which he still doesn't regret, and never will, but... he does begin to regret choosing to show her this way, especially as he hears the sound of retching echoing down the hall. He readies a cold a glass of water and finally follows to the bathroom, only slipping forward to set the glass down on the tile floor near her hand with a barely audible clink before backing up and hovering in the doorway. She'd asked, he reminds himself. She'd wanted to know. He'd given her warning. And now, hopefully they won't have to talk about it again.

[captain-h0pe]

I cant get myself to digital so have some very feelies hokma

We are dehumanizing garion in this house because project moon drink our tears

[pastara-cell]

I am going to shove a gun up my cunt and shoot my uterus

[mcrcki]

she's filling the silence with words, she realizes that as she begins to panic once she stops speaking, once silence presses into her, making it harder and harder to breathe. she doesn't want to keep looking at the body before her, but she can't bring herself to leave, to leave ahsoka like this. her sister didn't deserve to be stuck here, looking at what leia had made her do. "i'm sorry." she mutters again, at this point, not completely sure who it was that she was talking to. she wasn't sure if she was offering her apologies to ahsoka, to herself or to the man that now laid on the ground. she would fix this.. she didn't know how but she was going to fix it. and that started with getting ahsoka out of there. her sister dropping the sabers made leia jump, stepping forward just a little. ".. soka--" she doesn't finish her sentence, not as ahsoka is already running, taking the chance to get as far away from this scene as possible. she understands, she doesn't try to stop her.. instead, leia moves forward, grabbing her sister's blades off the ground. she waits in the same spot as ahsoka had for a few long minutes, staring at the man she'd just murdered.. and while she wants to feel grief, or anything of the sort, she just feels that regret for making ahsoka do something unspeakable. leia finally works up the courage to move his body, to place the pieces back together, as much as her stomach protests at the sight. it would help with the reviving process, wouldn't it? she couldn't fix what she'd done, but maybe staying here to process it, to face what she was responsible for would be a good start.

@lcngliive

her sabers are still in her hand, she can't put them down, can't release the weapons that had killed him. she doesn't even know what she wants to do, what she's feeling, all she can hear is the roaring in her ears, that same echo in the back of her mind. 'he's dead. you killed him. leia made you kill him.' she can't even hear her sister anymore, beyond a vague buzzing behind her that somewhat sounds like human speech. but leia must have said something, because her body unlocks, so suddenly that she stumbles back, her eyes still locked on anakin, though now they flick to his head, staring at it for a moment, her expression blank as her sabers hit the ground with a dull thud. his voice echos in her head now- 'this weapon is your life. don't lose it.' - but she can't. she can't pick them up, she can't look at the blades that had sliced through him like it was nothing. eventually, she moves again, her eyes going to leia, finally meeting her eyes, though there's nothing on her face beyond tear tracks drying on her skin. she backs up after another moment, the action far more frantic and jerky than she'd normally move, unsteady on her feet as she breaks into a run, vanishing around the first corner she reaches.

@mcrcki

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Solar: *sees Jack’s severed still-functioning head*

Solar: My boy got French Revolutioned!

[unknownfrom34]

A Bat Out Of Hell

Last time we left bobby, he had just gotten a new human body inside the dungeon and used it as his own.

Another fanfic for @zoanluen's Dance With Dead AU.

We will see what happens to Bobby next, enjoy!

"You stupid mother-" Bobby grinded his teeth as he spoke through them once the hook had missed his mark. Again. For the twenth time in a row. It had been a long time after he learned how to be a rouge from one of the human inmates if he wanted to escape the first time besides taking his own life.

He didn't choose it, it choose him.

He planned to get out of the dungeon and THEN find a way to officially shuffle off of this mortal coil that is his immortal life as he re-lassoed the rope yard by yard until the hook is in his hand again. He looked down at himself as he saw himself in a puddle of water with an only functioning eye.

A dark gray aged-cloth covering the eye socket. His hot-pink hair really do flowed like fire, the brown worn pants he took off one corpse is in mint condition and shoes made from leather.

He took a deep breath and lets it exhale from his mouth with his chest heaved for a moment before returning his gaze at the cave opening just 14 feet tall in the ceiling, the same hole where the body was lazily dumped into. Whoever had did that to the body whose body was left to rot, he will get to thank them for helping him gaining that opportunity to escape back.

As he screwed his face in concentration, he does recall the times when left the cell and did everything he could to escape the hellhole that is a dungeon. Even he planned out which escape attempts carefully before they backfire on him.

Dying by the hands of the knights who claimed it was in the name of the demon King or claws of rotting hands of the undead to accidentally getting killed by doing something stupid or whatever the universe disrupting him at every turn by enjoying throwing a wrench into his plans.

But considering the fact that everyone; the guards, doctors, and prisoners are all dead and none of the zombies or mutated monstrous victims of the Malaise are around so now, just now FINALLY there's nothing and no one here to stop him as he lets the rope slid down until it barely touched the limestone floor by an inch.

His sight settling on his target. He then started to twirl and spin the rope with the makeshift hoof faster and faster until it got the particular speed needed.

He gritted his teeth, squinted his eye before he tossed the rope up, up, up towards the entrance with his strength before an audible clink, clank until it came to rest on a big root of the tree and came to grabbled onto, securing rope in place.

He lets out a small yell of victory quietly with a smile as he clenched his fist tightly and shook it lightly.

Now for the other part: Climbing up the rope to get to the surface. The body he had pocessed is well-built, had the strength to do so right away without problems and he had climbed up many a rope to know it will take effort until it will be all worth it in the long run.

Not like the Beheaded had cared anyhow. Freedom is close, close enough that he can almost taste.

It is now time to climb and get the hell out of this dungeon at last. The rope creaked as he climbs upward, feet dangling and swayed under him as thrusted another hand up above the previous one, getting closer to the exit by every 2 minutes.

Heaven never felt closer than the moonlight before him as he grunted and gasped with slightest jerk that he made him think the root is breaking but it never did much to his relief. It wasn't long until his fingers grasped at the root and dirt covering it, heartrate elevated by the degree as he used his free hand to let go of the rope to throw it higher above and grasped the root before he pushed himself upward frequently and he started to climb out of the hole.

Freedom is just a minute away. It is calling to him like a seductive lover, it sounded wrong but it felt so right at the same time as he crawled out of the opening located at the base of the tree with a hand grasping at the dirt and grabbing a handful of grass like a fox crawling out of the hole.

Speaking of foxes, he was crawling on his belly with increasingly rabid pace until there was an healthy distance between him and the entrance to that damned dungeon. His chest rose and fell as soon as he stopped as he rolled onto his back, one hand on his chest and the other laying on the ground as he closed his eye before opening it up once again.

The sky. The dark sky with a few stray clouds flying overhead with a few stray birds soaring across above with trees and their branches barely covering it.

Just as he imagined it being.

"Free…" He spoke raspy, smile creeped on his lips. Before letting out a manic laughter and hands flying upwards, clenching into fists and shake them triumphally like party favors. "Finally f***ing free! FINALLY!" He shouted loudly as if Heaven didn't heard him the first time and shouting it the second time will surely hear him as he lets his arms fell at either side of himself, letting himself take a breather and process the wait for this night he had been plaguing for the first time in a long time.

He lets the last part of that thought sank in deeply in his sub-conscious.

After so long in the dark, finally able to see the world around him once more since... Aaw, to Hell with it! He thought. He will figure out the details on his old life later.

For now, he needs to figure out where to go to next. "Where to run off to?" he spoke his thoughts aloud as he got on his elbows as he turned his head left to right with a brow raised slightly. It was a moment of triumph in over a century that he had never had experienced until tonight but in the aftermath, he actually forgotten what to do next now.

Oh yes, find a way to civilization actually to find someone that will help put him and his soul to rest for good, find the cure of this immortality. Without delay and with renewed sense of determination, and a smile drawn on his face as well, he got on his knee, on hand resting one it before he fully stands upright on his two feet before proceeding to walk towards the direction, he is not staying in the area where that dungeon is; like he thought before, to hell with it.

He is not going to spend an eternity in that cave.

[rotteneldritchhorror]

Fuck the account that genuinely reblogged a video showing a BEHEADED CHILD?????

I get it, forcing someone to confront the reality of a genocide is gonna be uncomfortable, BUT YOU DONT NEED TO SHOW A BEHEADED CHILD TO GET THAT ACROSS.

[mvsicinthedvrk]

"What some people are celebrating," Liu Qingge corrects, since-- there are a fair number of party-goers here not celebrating the holiday itself at all, just the opportunity to go to a festive gala. He's also sure that most people must not know that origin story, or this would not be such a romantically-inclined day. Because as she pointed out, that story does not exactly match the flowers, balloons, hearts, et cetera that seem to be covering every location this time of year. "...what was the girl's wish?"

"it was a few centuries before my time, but from what my friends have told me, a priest is imprisoned, cures the jailer's daughter and falls in love with her, then is beheaded on—you've guessed it, february 14th. that is what we are celebrating." being the demon of scorned lovers (formerly), around this time of year the other vengeance demons always brought it up. "it's too bad it was before my time. i would have loved to have granted that girl's wish," she said with a wistful smile.

[team-enlighten-official]

Dear grunt who made a post with "wsg" please know that I absolutely adore you and would take a bullet for you ilysm

shit lmaooo thx. ‘m climbin the ranks here. i’m a chemist. i work with cannabis and allat. maybe i’ll hang around here who knows

[kiwi-fluff]

TW IN VID

This is Dis. Another thing not mentioned in this post is that Cross is basically his father figure.

Now it says next to his name (pre incident.)

I'm sure you're wondering what that's about.

Blood warning.

[encirclet]

addressed   to          :         brandon reed   /  @qcyqoyi

“ i was in oldtown at the same time as the greyjoy princess , ” he notes , out of a lengthy silence shared between friends . despite his interjection , cregan does not shut the tome he is currently using to stave off boredom — the origins of the iron bank and braavos . the prince does not even take his eyes from the page . he knew little of the nature of the relationship between bran and the princess , and only thought enought of it to believe wholeheartedly that it would end in tears . or worse . the note was not meant to elicit much from bran — cregan knew him well enough to know he was not the rambling sort . “ if she were not a princess , i think she might have been separated from her head long ago . ”

[hjxmatteo]

Matteo had to do a double take as he saw Lock's outfit. At least some people knew how to dress for a formal affair. They looked nice. Nice enough to make Matteo stop his tirade for a second. At least, until he remembered that today was his wedding day and everything was going wrong.

"Oh, that's good then. He deserves the best toadstools. They got the right colors, right?" he asked. "I know the poisonous ones are usually prettier, but that's fine." Frankly, it would fit Osuke perfectly.

Really, if he was like this at their informal ceremony, he wasn't sure how he was going to be when they had their formal one at underwater. That one would lead to Osuke's actual coronation and would be attended by a lot of people.

Somehow, that one seemed less stressful. Maybe it was because this ceremony was specifically for Osuke. Also, it was the only one where his tree -his mother- would be in attendance.

"Well, who better to handle this than the monarch? Besides, it's not like I am going to behead someone over it." He thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Really, at the most, I'd stick them in the dungeon for a while." Osuke would probably poison them, so really, it would be a benevolent move. "And how can I trust the wedding planner? Where are they right now?"

matteo sounds like a freight train, barreling through the reception venue. lock had known this was going to happen - didn't have to be psychic to realise matteo had control issues - which is why he'd gotten ready early, sitting with harumi nearby to play a few games together while they waited for matteo's inevitable entrance.

"stay here, my star. your lalo will be right back, hm?" he leaves the little girl to her own devices, occupied with the toys he'd brought for her. pushing himself to his feet, lock brushes down the dress he'd decided to wear - he'd found out the hard way that kids were always sort of sticky, and crumby, and just generally a little gross - and makes his way over to where matteo is terrifying ( accidentally, he hopes ) some poor employee of the venue.

"the toadstools are still out in the garden. they said something about not bringing them in until the last minute to make sure they were looking their best. why are you shouting?" he folds his arms over his chest, not missing the employee sag in relief as he draws matteo's attention to himself. "you're not even supposed to be here, you know. there are people specifically meant to be handling this. you're meant to be getting ready."

without waiting for a response, lock turns matteo around, ready to steer him back to the dressing room. "you have a whole staff at your beck and call, and they work better without you scaring the life out of them." there's a certain amount of pushback he can get away with, he's learned. too much, and matteo might lash out at him. not enough, and the point doesn't get across. "if i find the wedding planner, i'll send them to update you, yeah? until then, shoo, shoo."

[iratuscst]

❪   🍂   ❫    —   CLOSED STARTER  ﹕ @capitolrogue  ．

johanna  had  known  hard  work  and  sore  muscles  all  her  life  ,  had  broken  bones  and  fallen  off  trees  ,  had  endured  the  arena  and  what  it  does  to  your  body  —  talking  to  potential  sponsors  was  far  more  painful  than  any  of  those  things  combined  .  technically  ,  before  the  parade  and  the  whole  damn  circus  kicked  off  ,  this  was  all  pointless  but  it  seemed  like  the  people  with  pockets  deeper  than  she  could  truly  understand  just  couldn't  contain  their  excitement  .  it  made  her  sick  ,  and  the  anxiety  and  fear  she'd  walked  into  the  room  with  had  shifted  with  each  champagne  flute  and  revolting  conversation  —  no  ,  all  that  was  left  was  the  feeling  of  being  watched  ,  circled  ,  and  anger  .  the  '  innocent  '  comment  about  the  reapings  and  how  this  man's  money  was  on  the  boy  from  district  one  ,  how  he  seemed  very  affable  and  how  those  tend  to  be  dangerous  ,  how  easy  it  would  be  with  so  many  '  littler  ones  '  .  the  simmering  pot  inside  her  had  to  bubble  up  eventually  ,  and  her  tone  was  sharp  like  a  knife  .  "  i  wouldn't  be  so  sure  ,  sometimes  the  little  ones  snap  and  big  dangerous  boys  lose  their  heads  .  i  would  know  .  "  the  smile  was  nearly  a  sneer  as  she  drained  her  glass  and  gave  the  stunned  man  an  "  if  you'll  excuse  me  .  "  feeling  dirty  at  what  had  toppled  from  her  mouth  ,  moving  from  the  capitolite  before  he  dignified  her  with  a  response  ,  the  fight  part  of  her  survival  instincts  turning  quickly  to  flight  .  she  hadn't  meant  it  ,  she  could  be  a  right  bitch  but  there  was  nothing  to  brag  about  when  it  came  to  what  she'd  done  to  survive  —  finding  kyan  within  hearing  range  didn't  help  .  she  didn't  know  him  apart  from  a  brief  introduction  ,  but  she  knew  what  she'd  done  to  the  boy  from  his  district  ,  and  despite  blight's  words  bounding  in  her  head  —  '  what  happens  in  the  arena  ,  stays  in  the  arena  .  we  all  understand  ,  jo  .  '  —  she  shifted  gears  ,  turning  abruptly  to  escape  anywhere  else  .