#cw child murder

[hussyknee]

Rundown of the current protests, rioting and state crackdown that have erupted in France over the police murder of a 17 year old brown boy.

I've seen way too many Europeans on here insisting ACAB is just a USAmerican thing. It's really important y'all know that it isn't. Cops as an institution is fundamentally fascist, and in the Global North, white supremacist.

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Rest in power baby boy.

*Correction: Nahel wasn't Black, but Maghrebi (of North African descent). Apologies for the mistake.

[transrevolutions]

if your "military operation" results in civilian deaths over three times the number of "militants" killed, including children, your military is a fucking immoral failure. no wonder the palestinians aren't "peacefully protesting". you're fucking slaughtering their kids.

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

Campfire tales and urban legends of The Mojave:

I like to imagine that there's some campfire tales and urban legends spread throughout The Mojave told by scavengers, prospectors, traders, mercenaries and NCR recruits to pass the time. Some of these you may have already heard like The Legend of The Sierra Madre Casino or The Horrors of The Divide or whispers about The Burned Man, but you haven't heard of these.

Some of these are based on old urban legends that were passed around on game forums back in the day, others are based on dialogue and some are based on old. creepypastas.

So let's see what campfire tales and urban legends are told in The Mojave hm?

Lone Wolf Radio: Many scavengers and prospectors have discovered the eerie sight of Lone Wolf Radio an abandoned trailer on a hill not too far from Goodsprings Source with various tin cans, electronics, radio devices and various junk spread around the trailer whoever lived in this trailer is long gone and only the graffiti left by them remains: "Everyone is gone, I am all alone, let it all end." Not many scavengers and prospectors go to Lone Wolf Radio anymore due to the urban legend told about it. The urban legend goes that in the late hours of the morning a radio signal will be found called "Lone Wolf Radio", the DJ of this odd radio station is a man who simply calls himself "The Lone Wolf" who will go on incoherent ramblings until 3 in the morning when he will bring a child on air and say "Everyone is gone, I am all alone, let it all end." before killing the child on air and then the signal will be lost. There is no evidence of this "Lone Wolf" person existing nor is their the remains of any dead children around the abandoned radio station nor has there been any "Lone Wolf Radio" station ever been found but nonetheless nobody really goes to The Lone Wolf Radio site ever since this urban legend popped up.

Old Lady Gibson: Now, you might be wondering "What's so scary about Old Lady Gibson? She's just a little old lady who lives in a scrap yard with her dogs." Well, the story goes some drunken NCR recruits stumbled upon the old shack not too far from the scrap yard and encountered a disturbing sight, a skeleton laying on a bloody mattress and a bloody machete stabbed into the nearby wall with a disembodied finger held into the wall by the machete. Now, it's not actually said who the blood, the finger or the skeleton belongs to but the story changes from person to person. Some say that the blood, finger and skeleton belongs to the husband of Old Lady Gibson who she murdered and hid his body in the shack. Another idea is that the blood, finger and skeleton belongs to Old Lady Gibson and the one who lives in the scrap yard isn't the real Old Lady Gibson who murdered the real Old Lady Gibson and assumed her identity. It makes sense why Elijah took temporary refuge in the shack due to the urban legend surrounding the shack and Old Lady Gibson herself.

The City Under The Mojave: Another story that's spread about is that there is an ancient alien city beneath The Mojave Wasteland, some say that the city belonged to a cult who worshipped Ug-Qualtoth, others believe it's an ancient alien city, some say it's both. Nobody has actually found this ancient city but most stories of the legend say that the entrance to the city is somewhere in the north by Horowitz Farmstead due to some scavengers and prospectors claiming to see an alien shuttle overlooking the nearby cliffs and three green humanoid creatures skulking about below, in search of something.

Area 51: This one has some merit unlike the other three urban legends, Area 51 is a pre-war government facility in Nevada which everyone knows about, the problem is, nobody seems to be able to find Area 51 which is why most wastelanders believe it to be an urban legend. Some believe that Area 51 is the real entrance to the ancient city under The Mojave and could possibly be near Horowitz Farmstead but again, nobody has actually been able to find the facility.

The Lake Mead Monster: Now, you may believe that The Lake Mead Monster is simply just the plane that was at the bottom of the lake but the legend of The Lake Mead Monster existed long before the plane even surfaced. Some believe that The Lake Mead Monster is some type of mutated aquatic life similarly to the lakelurks but nobody has actually seen any proof or evidence of this supposed Lake Mead Monster.

The Numbers Station: One of the more older urban legends of The Mojave. The story goes that an odd broadcast had been found some time before The Battle of Hoover Dam. The DJ is a depressed, monotoned voiced man who reads out some numbers before the rest of the broadcast is a series of beeps which have been decoded to be morse code. It's said in the urban legend that the first set of numbers and beeps predicted the return of Mr. House, another set of numbers and beeps predicted The NCR succeeding in holding The Hoover Dam and another predicted the events of Bitter Springs and eeriely enough, all three of these predictions have happened. The story varies here stating that other predictions would be the destruction of The Mojave Chapter of The Brotherhood, the destruction of Searchlight, the massive jailbreak of The NCRFC, the death of Chief Hanlon, the death of Caesar, the death of President Kimball, the death of Mr. House, The NCR continuing to hold The Dam, The Legion taking The Dam, Mr. House taking The Dam, a mysterious force over securitrons and various other unseen before technologies led by one singular person taking The Dam, a strange serious of bizarre scientific happenings destroying The Mojave, ghosts immune to gunfire and a blood red mist enveloping The Mojave and the mysterious nuking of The Long 15 and the Legion settlement of Dry Wells, unlike the first three predictions however, none of these have happened yet.

[strange-anni]

The predatory behavior of lions

.... towards lion cubs

I've been reading up on some theories that Hopper might be the real father of Will and I am not sure I completely agree. However I do want to share some insight into the predatory behavior of male lions who Lonnie is heavily associated with.

Infanticide in lions is a very common occurrence. It is believed that a quarter of all lion cubs under the age of one year die by infanticide. Usually it's the males who do this but it has been observed in females as well. If a new coalition of male lions takes over a pride they usually kill all the cubs alive at the time or at least the ones who are 9 months and younger as they are still nursing. Female lions who are nursing their cubs are not receptive towards attempted mating by male lions so in order to procreate the male kills the cubs.

The goal here is to procreate in order to pass on their own genes. That means that a male lion will not kill his own cubs but does so with cubs that are not his own.

The female lioness will still try to save their cubs either through hiding them or fighting but is usually not very successful unless she works together with other lionesses

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We can also contrast this behavior with what Henry believes to be the true predators in Season 4 namely the Black Widow.

It is a very well known fact that Black Widows kill their male partners after mating. It's what they got their name from after all. They do have a reason though as killing and eating the male partner helps the offspring to survive.

However this behavior was also mostly observed in lab environments where the male spider had nowhere else to run and is less often observed in the wild. In fact male Black widow spiders can sense through the females web if she has already eaten and is therefore safe to mate with. If she's not hungry, she will not eat him.

Black Widow spiders also often hang upside down in their webs waiting for prey such as insects.

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I think the implications are pretty clear. If Joyce would have left Lonnie after she had her children none of what we see in the show would have happened. At least that's what Henry seems to believe.

On the other hand if Lonnie is heavily associated with lions is it this behavior what turns him into one? Has he attempted to kill one of Joyces children? Is Will or perhaps Jonathan actually Hoppers son? I do find it hard to tell although the possibility seems to be there

[rwac96]

DB: R&R - History of Ranch, Part 3 by IsabellaFaleno

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[starmeadowsystem]

Joy

CWs: Transphobia, child murder

[controversial-blorbo-bracket]

Controversial Character Tournament Round 1: Isabella from The Promised Neverland

[koolkat9]

My sibling is researching about changlings and something about putting changlings in ovens keeps coming up and now I'm wondering. Do you think little Arthur was shoved into an oven once because they thought he was a changling 🤔

[poptartregreteva3]

"You should've went to class..." Meet Mr Sharpie!

Info below this row (Btw red is IC sharpie, purple is OOC poptartregreteva)

Name: Mr. Sharpie Height: 6ft (6'0) Occupation: School's Administrator About: Whenever there is a Hall Sweep (twice a week, no electricity), he comes out of his office to seek for any students trying to skip class. Hall sweeps only happen twice a week. You'll know when he is coming/nearby if the area you stand at starts to vibrate from below, and he'd pass by with a trail of a black smoke cloud. The reason of the black mist is to not let the students who are inside the classrooms see what is going on in the halls through the class windows. Once the bad students are caught, he uses his machete-shaped arm to take them out (kill them). After the student is attacked (killed), he eats them, leaving no pieces (limbs) behind. After his job is done, he'll return to announce that the Hall Sweep is over, the electricity will turn back on and the black mist cloud will disappear. (TW/CW: disturbing):

[twig-gy]

being a vocaloid fan is like oh my favorite song is made by and my favorite producer is the one that talks about child murder - oh right that doesn't narrow it down, the one who has really unique instrumentals

[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.

[faust-the-enjoyer]

They held up their headless child. Headless. Child. I don't know what to say. There are no words left for me to say.

Free Palestine. Death to America and the Zionist entity.

[haphazardlyannotated]

Has this been done yet?

[shimbongulus]

How do you forgive the unforgiveable? Perhaps you don’t. Perhaps you simply understand it.

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[yes-i-have-thoughts]

Blood and Roses (FAITH AU)

(It’s finally heeeeere! TW: references to drinking, death of a child, mentioned blood and gore

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It was just supposed to be a joke.

Cesar’s hands shook violently, making the beam of light from his flashlight tremble. The thing outside his door giggled in insanity as something scratched against the walls. It was just a joke. Just a party trick. The Archangel wasn’t real, he–no, it was just some frightening creature from a morbid comic book.

That’s all he was…Right?

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The post-graduation party had already been in full swing when he arrived. The music was loud, the laughter and chatter was louder and he was already a little dizzy from the miniscule amount of drinking allowed at the ceremony (provided by Summer’s flask). He’d promised his mother that he would only be visiting to say goodbye to a few friends before heading home, staying for the weekend and heading off to university the week after.

University . The mere thought made him thrilled. The word alone made it sound more impressive,  more…Fancy. It wasn’t Harvard, but it was good enough for him. The only regret he had would be leaving behind–

“Hey, Ces! Glad you could make it.”

Summer waved her hand from the doorway, snapping Cesar out of his thoughts. He grinned and rushed to catch up with her and she let him inside.

“Hell of a ceremony, eh?” She asked, dodging around a fellow partygoer. “When I imagined graduating from high school, I didn’t think it would be like that.”

“You were the one who brought the drink,” Cesar teased.

“Well–yeah, but I didn’t realize that I’d have to share it with the entire crowd thanks to you, ya snitch.”

Cesar laughed when Summer punched his shoulder to emphasize her point. A brunette girl rushed up to them and practically squealed. “Valedictorian Cesar and Summer! I didn’t know you’d both be here!” The two shared a look before Summer switched gears into her well-spoken persona. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Ellen.”

“You were both great!” Ellen squealed again. “The ceremony was amazing, all thanks to you!”

“Ah, I don’t–”

Summer lightly elbowed Cesar. “We appreciate the compliment,” she said, taking his elbow. “But there are other people we also wish to meet.”

“O-Oh! Yes of course, of course–make yourselves at home!”

“What was the elbow for?!” Cesar hissed in a whisper.

“I’m sorry,” Summer mumbled. “But once she gets going about us then she’ll never stop. You know what she’s like.”

Cesar missed the rest of her sentence when someone caught his eye. They were eagerly waving him over. “Who’s this?”

“Who’s who?” Summer took a moment to follow his line of sight. “Oh, him. I don’t know, I’ve never seen him before. Must be the friend of someone else here.”

“Seems pretty interested in me.”

Summer smirked and lightly elbowed him again. “Wouldn’t be the first time. Go say hi, see what he wants. I’ll be hanging out with the crew.”

The two parted ways with that, Cesar growing more weary as he made his way over to the stranger. A feeling in his gut was screaming at him that he meant bad news, that it was wrong, that this guy looked like something straight out of the uncanny valley.

He now wished that he had listened to his gut.

“Uh…Hi.” Cesar gave the stranger a side-eyed look. “You…Wanted to see me?”

“Hi! Yes! Sorry!” The guy cleared his throat rather roughly and coughed something into the sleeve of his worn-out varsity jacket. “I wanted to show this to someone. To anyone.”

Cesar’s curiosity was piqued. “What is it?”

The guy put a hand under his jacket and pulled out a thin navy blue book. He practically shoved it at Cesar and was bouncing on his heels as he looked it over. There was nothing particularly special about it; just the word FAITH carved into the cover and a very rough drawing of an angel underneath it. He opened it and flipped through a few of the pages. Faded ink showed a short story about a kid a little older than Mark’s little sister running from a shadow creature, only to get pounced on by two or three more. The blatant show of the little kid’s guts and blood flying everywhere made his stomach churn. What the Hell kind of comic book is this?

“Hey, your thing for gore is cool and all.” Cesar flipped through the rest of the comic before closing it and handing it back to the guy. “But don’t go around showing it to people, okay?”

“Did you see the chant?” The guy asked.

Cesar raised an eyebrow and flipped through the comic again. The last page made him pause. There was another drawing of the angel, though this time it looked wrong in a way he couldn’t place. Above the angel were three lines of the same sentence. “Dear Archangel, I wish to–”

The strange guy shushed him loudly and snatched the comic out of his hand. “You can’t just say it!” He hissed. “You have to do it properly!”

“Look, man, this is ridiculous.” Cesar looked over the crowd in an attempt to find Summer and the rest of their friend group. “I read the comic book. It’s not my thing. Now, I have to go–”

“You think it’s bullshit? Then call him. I dare you.”

That, regrettably, got Cesar’s attention. He’s never backed down from a dare, ever since he was a kid. He wasn’t about to now. Anything to get this creepy gore-addicted guy away from him.

The guy motioned for Cesar to follow him and left, walking through Ellen’s house to what looked like one of the bedrooms or a guest room. He pulled a bag out from under the bed and dumped it all onto the comforter: a nail, a tiny metal spring, some fur, a crow feather, a small sliver of wood, a lighter and some scissors. He sent Cesar on a small fetch quest to get a bowl from the kitchen, piled most of the stuff into it, then grabbed Cesar’s hand and raked the surprisingly sharp blade of the scissors across the back of it.

Cesar flinched back and held his hand to his chest. “OW! What the fuck, man?!”

“I’m sorry, but it needs your blood.” The guy yanked his hand back and squeezed it, ignoring Cesar cursing under his breath at the burning pain as some drops of blood dripped into the odd mishmash of things. “Okay, now set it on fire.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore. You’re out of your mind.”

“So what, you’re gonna back out of a dare? Do you think something’s gonna happen?”

‘I think you’re about to murder me.’ Cesar held his tongue and roughly picked up the comic book, folding the pages over the back out of spite towards the guy. The pages were nearly illegible now, except for the back. “How do I have to read–”

“Just read it.”

His gut screamed at him again. His instinct screamed at him to run, to get out of there and bring Summer with him. God, why didn’t he listen .

Making a mental note to bandage his hand as soon as the guy let him go, he nervously picked up the lighter and set the bundle of fur alight. The hand holding the comic shook as he read over the words. “Dear Archangel, I wish to atone for myself.”

He turned to the guy. “What the Hell does that mean.”

“Keep going!” He responded.

Cesar rolled his eyes, getting fed up with this dare. “Dear Archangel, I wish to–take my punishment, what the fuck?! ”

“One more!”

He ground his teeth. Just one more line and he’ll be out of this dare. “Dear Archangel, take my faith.”

Nothing happened. The fire ate up the items, the comic book faded in his hands, his hand burned at the scratch. The guy looked disappointed.

Cesar threw the book into his chest and left the room without a word.

Outside the solitude of the guest room, the party was in full swing but Cesar wasn’t interested in final goodbyes anymore. He ignored Summer trying to catch up to him as he went for the front door and practically ran out of the house.

For reasons he couldn’t put his finger on, he felt like he had just made a deal with the devil.

[starmeadowsystem]

There was once a time where you saw me and my eyes were filled with joy and wonder

And then you call me pathetic

And then you beat me up

And then you murder my children

And then you have the audacity to wonder

Where did my little boy's happiness go?

And your daughter understands now. Your daughter understands she can never be happy because of you.