#fake true crime

[emiliotheemu]

𖤓 DOA, dead on arrival. ❀

⚠️TW: BLOOD, DEATH, FEAR, ANGST, ETC.⚠️THIS IS MY FIC!!! This is a modern A+H college AU and their names are slightly different. (BTW this is gay 🏳️‍🌈😍💅✨️) The fanfic was slightly inspired by this fanart that I found on Pinterest. I think this is the original watermark/signature of the artist.

Good luck!

The day was slow at the infirmary. All day. There were one or two patients. But, otherwise, pretty empty. Will sighed and sat at the reception desk, the true crime podcast in his ears entertaining him. Soon, the end of the episode came and he fast forwarded to the next one. He looked at the title. "The track and feild tragedy at Sunnyside University."

Will didn't think anything of it, so he just sat down and did the last of his paperwork while listening to it. The person on the podcast did their introduction and the small backstory of the case.

"Hello, true crime lovers. Today, it is a sort of mystery. This takes place at Sunnyside University. The year was 1982..."

And so on. Soon, they got to the people involved in the crime.

"Soren Apollus was a junior in college, one of the top of his class. He got in with a musical scholarship and was one of the best track and field players. He majored in Medical Sciences and minored in Music and Arts. He did discus, javelin and hurdles in track and field."

Will raised an eyebrow and whispered. "Weird..." He kept doing the paperwork, chewing on the end of the pen he was using.

"Next is his lover, Quince Hyathus. He was a sophomore in college, an average student. He got into Sunnyside U with a sports scholarship, the best sprinter and long-distance runner on the track and field team. He majored in Botany and minored in biology. He did, as I previously said, long-distance running for the Sunnyside University track and field team."

Will pushed back off of the desk, spinning slightly in his chair and leaning back, chewing on his pen thoughtfully. "Now, that's even more strange..."

Then the podcast continued. "One day, there was a meet for the T + F team. Quince had just finished his sprint and wasn't paying attention and he was walking past his lover, Soren, when the tragedy struck. Soren was so focused on throwing it correctly that he didn't see Quince. As Quince was walking past, the discus hit him right on the side of his head."

Will took a deep breath through his teeth. "Oh, shit..."

"Soren screamed his love's name and ran over, yelling something along the lines of 'Call 911! Anyone! Please!' As he sobbed, holding his dear boyfriend in his arms. He started whispering to Quince what could only be thought of as confessions of love, poetry, or just telling him to stay with him."

Will groaned, leaning his head back. "Fuck, this... jesus... fucking christ."

"Soren later told the court and doctors/paramedics what he had noted from his medical student lense. He had seen that there would be possible brain damage and most likely a broken or fractured neck. His eye socket was either broken or fractured, as well as his skull. He was unconscious, a very slow pulse. Blood was flowing out of his head so much that Soren's hands and some of his shorts and shirt were, too. There were more details shared, but they were horrid."

"Soon, paramedics arrived and rushed Quince with them. Soren hopped in the ambulance and held Quince's hand, putting on a brave face. Since Quince was unconscious, Soren was pleading for forgivenessto a body who could not hear it. He sobbed over Quince the entire ride."

Will paused it. "Oh, my gods." Will took a sip of the tea he had on the desk, taking a few deep breaths. A few minutes later, he unpaused it.

"The rest of the ride went like that as the paramedics tried their hardest to help Quince. As they rushed into the hospital, Soren was forced to stay outside of the operation room and sat on a chair in the waiting room, hanging his head in his hands and sobbing. He was rocking slightly back and forth, whispering how much he loved Quince and how bad he felt."

Will took another deep breath, bracing himself for what he only knew was complete, utter, horrid news.

"Soon, a doctor came out and handed Soren some tissues. 'Hello, Mr. Apollus. I apologize for the words that I am about to speak.' The doctor confessed. 'I am sorry to inform you, we tried. But, he came DOA. Dead on arrival.' Soren sobbed harder. His love, his life, gone. 'N-no! Th-this can't happen!!' He yelled at the doctor."

Will slammed his fist on the desk.

"And here is the original recording of the call that the paramedics got..."

As the audio played, Will groaned. A minute or two later, the podcast continued.

"Soren stayed at the hospital for a while, sobbing the entire time. Later on, he was on trial for accidental manslaughter. Here's where the mystery comes in. Some of the other competitors said they overheard Tristan Zephyr planning to sabotage Apollo in some way. Wether luring Quince to walk across the discus field, or making the discus heavier, possibly both. No one knows, as Tristan disappeared as soon as Soren went to court. As Soren was trialed and found guilty, he was told he would have at least fifteen to twenty-one months in prison. But the next day, he was gone as well. Wiped clean off of the face of the earth. Off the grid, no where. Not on the school paperwork, his dorm empty, everything. Some things were taken from Quince's room as well, a message written out on a note on Quince's bed. Alas."

After that, Will paused it and took out his ear buds. "Well, I know what that is."

I literally have no idea how to end fanfic. I hope that was good! Tell me if I spelt anything wrong or called Soren, Quince or Quince, Soren.

[toweringclam]

It's up! The first episode of my new podcast, Know Your Devils. Taking heavy inspiration from Behind the Bastards, it's true crime about fake people.

Our first episode is on the Emperor himself, Shim Palpatim! Wait, no...

https://www.podbean.com/ea/pb-su3m7-1498e25

[hello-eden]

Dp true crime

[wilsonsmcgillsweatshirt]

Wilson canonically plays Dance Dance Revolution and that says so much about him. I don't know what, but it does

[gothamscanner]

...Hello?

Yeah, hi, um.

Saw green hair and purple suit.

It was instinct.

I think? I shot the Joker??

He didn't much farther than laughing and making eye contact when he approached me, and then I just kind of blacked out.

Am I a criminal now?? Is this self-defense? Attempted murder???

Oh hell, that's uh... Blood.

Do I go like run away or can I sit down for a minute and have my breakdown.

PD and medics were alerted to the shots by another caller and are on their way.

The people at Gotham Scanner are not lawyers, but it is not recommended to run from the scene. If you still have your weapon, place it on the ground, away from you, while you wait.

If you can, call 911 to make a report and the dispatcher can better walk you through the recommended steps of what to do.

It is up to you regarding what you would like to report to the police. Even in cases of self-defense, it is recommended to get a lawyer.

I wish you well and hope you’re okay

[nightguide]

celebrity rights to pull out of your body

do you know who i am? give me back your food

work for your rights to exist, you live underneath me, you cow

you don't care about me, all rights of 'worship' go to me by decree (shames himself naked in front of the camera for 'womens rights'

*is actually perving on the poorest diaspora in real time to agitate them: piss them off for his 'beauty'*

kills your piety for him (status on social media by comparison of human to snakes)

actually rubs it in your face on TV/Movies etc

blue eyes

fair skin

is Cillian Murphy

i hate you, (says bitch in your language)

PEAKY BLINDERS MOTHERFUCKER ACTUALLY IS NOT EVEN THE TRUEST MEMBER OF THE PB (ACTUALLY OF PAKISTANI ORIGIN) SO HE TAINTED THE SOUTH ASIAN DIASPORA FOR CLOUT: mockery of poor people in real time

[thrushforreal]

Steph: No Tim you can't be here, it's girls night

Tim: But-

Cass: Girls night

Tim: This is my room?!

Jason: *walking past Tim* Sorry Timbo, girls night. *hands snacks to Trace*

Trace: Yeah, girls night

Tim: You two aren't even girls??

Trace: And this is why we're using your room

Tim: ???

Duke: *appearing behind Tim* Come on, bud, let's go see if Dick will do something with us.

Tim: But it's my room...

Steph: Alright, now that he's gone we can start girls night, where did we leave off last time?

Cass: Episode 4

Trace: Yeah, Evanily just made the connection between the two murder sites

Jason: I know that it was Brian, can't trust anyone named Brian

Cass: Shh, podcast time

*they all settle down to listen to a crime podcast with snacks while wrapped in blankets*

[ithinkthatsnana]

today i bring you the sequel to jeff sadecki’s instagram….

callie sadecki’s instagram!!

her profile-

some stories she has posted -

and some posts!

(i figured out how to add comments so check for those!)

hope y’all enjoyed! what character’s instagram would y’all like next?

btw- her instagram name is from the song “brutal” by olivia rodrigo, i feel like she would love that song and especially that lyric.

[haemosexuality]

real question from a psychological standpoint why do some people like looking at gore. and true crime if theyre less, intense. like what goes on in the brain there

[beamergirll11]

Explain through gif how you are on each social media you use.

Tumblr

Instagram

Reddit

TikTok

Facebook

Wattpad

[toweringclam]

Episode 4 of Know Your Devils finds us in a new universe as we talk about the Dragon of Dojima, Kazuma Kiryu!

[fallenangelontheceiling]

I kinda want to do a Menendez Brothers deep dive but I also know it will gut me. There will be no catharsis or certainty, only morbid curiosity.

If anyone wants to talk about this please message me.

I’m thinking of buying the Robert Rand book.

[blitz0hno]

If we are counter protesting for Trans Rights in front of like a legislative building or something can we all chant "WE HAVE MORE IN COMMON WITH YOU THAN THE PEOPLE IN THAT BUILDING DO"??? I will be screaming it at the oppressors in my community only bcuz c'mon you can't tell me half the people consuming Fox News every night aren't crying because their food stamps are about to run out same as us

And even if they aren't when some idiot films the protest all the on the fence liberals might think a little bit at least

[medievalatrocities]

i thought about this at midnight but just hang on

an au where alistair and fergus have their own true crime yt channel and they force gavin to be their cameraman. however they only insist on recording at the ungodliest of hours because “otherwise the vibes aren’t right”

[girlwiththegreenhat]

if i had infinite time and resources and energy i would make a youtube channel where every video tries to copy another random youtuber's style and content perfectly for one video. like an art study but for a youtube channel

just for fun. just to be a little deranged

[lesbianfreyja]

reverse question: whats the media people are shocked to learn you watch/play/etc