#forensic nurse examiner

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Of course when I say I'll have it up by Monday it doesn't get out till Wednesday 😅

Here's a Modern HoTD/Lucemond AU for you

🩺 + ⚽️ = ❤️

This is purely a brainrot caused by the movie Mario (2015) and my appreciation to all SANE's and Forensic Nurse Examiners.

I have multiple chapters already written so I might update daily, but you know how it goes.

Hope you enjoy!

[cyberthot666]

incredibly impactful video. what a resilient woman. content warning for sexual assault & child death. it’s a very heavy video. but her story and the stories she tells and the way she is able to help people is so important. grateful for people like her.

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myoui mina x fem!reader ; smut

synopsis: your girlfriends a model and you’re always clocked in so it’s reeeaaally hard for you to get intimate and goddddd mina’s getting impatient and sexually frustrated so she takes matters into her own hands.

warnings: smut ; filthy!! ; did someone say sub reader? ; sub!reader!!!!! ; mina is a model ; reader is in forensics ; somnophilia ; thigh riding ; fingering ; mentions of stitches ; bruises ; blood ; small easter egg if you’ve read one of my jihyo fics ; not proofread ; anything else i forgot to mention

a/n: muahhahahaa

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your phone buzzes, and usually you’d ignore it considering you have to meet this deadline– but when you look at your phone, seeing the small pixels of your girlfriend getting a kiss on the cheek from you in the contact picture and the little “minari” on the screen; you quickly grab your phone, clicking on the notification.

jesus. is all you can think of when you see the picture, you’re surprised you can think after seeing it.

mina – your girlfriend, your oh-so-lovely girlfriend, the girl of your dreams, the model you managed to get into a relationship with after spilling all of your drink on at one of sana’s parties, your everything and more – is leaned over against a balcony, eyes looking into the camera seductively. her makeup is light, a strand of her bangs fall over her forehead and then you glimpse down. you feel your chest tighten as soon you see the panties peeking out, pants slipping down so you can get a tantalizing glimpse of the skin and–

you groan.

it’s four, and you’re working overtime – again; there are too many cases to examine and report – you can’t be riled up, especially not now. biting your lip, you put your phone down, deciding to push everything to the side.

getting back to work is not easy.

minari: 1 notification 

“you fucking hate me.” is mumbled under your breath before you peek over, unlocking your phone quickly to see a text:

minari: don’t ignore me baby

minari: miss you

minari: did you like the picture? 

oh you loved the picture, loved it so much that you wonder what it would be like to rip the clothes she has on right off of her.

you: :-( 

you: please dont do this to me

you: i’m working overtime

you: when will you be back?

minari: this weekend, friday night

you groan again, sitting back in your chair in defeat. that’s three days.

you: i have to get back to work

you: the things i’d do to you

you: you’re a pain in the ass

on the other side of the line, mina giggles. she’s satisfied with her effect on you, she can just picture the little crease of your brows, the frown, and really just how cute you look when you’re all pouty and impatient. 

she bites the inside of her lip after reading the second to last text from you, thinking about just what you could do to her, until she’s interrupted by one of the photographers. it isn’t easy to model when she’s missing you, she’d much rather show off her luxury panties to you than the cameras. 

–

you’re beat. literally and figuratively.

as someone accustomed to the comfort and safety of the forensics lab and the routine of the department, being dragged into a chase on a friday night is far from what you expected. you had plans to go home and wait for your girlfriend, ready to greet her with a hug and something more – but no, of course you had been caught in a pursuit.

after being treated by the nurses, they hand you a slip of paper for a follow-up check-up, but you wave it off, insisting that you'll be fine. however, it's clear that jihyo, the detective, has endured much worse. fresh stitches on her ribs, bruises covering her upper back and arms, a bloody nose, and a cut on her jaw, she's clearly been through a rough ordeal, thankfully spiderwoman stepped into help you all out. 

in comparison, your injuries seemed minor—a smack to the ribs, a punch or two to the face, and a close call with a punch that grazed your temple, resulting in a bit of blood and a bandage to cover it. 

when you finally get to your car, exhausted and limp against the seat, you check your phone while you wait for the air conditioning to turn on. 

there’s seven new messages from mina, earning a sigh. 

you read through all of them, each one slowly getting more worrisome as you scroll, which paints a frown on your lips. 

[6:03pm]

minari: i just got home

minari: where are you?

[7:44pm]

minari: i bet you’re busy, stay safe

minari: i’ll be waiting here

minari: love you, i hope you’re okay

[10:30pm}

minari: going to bed, i’ll see you soon love

minari: thinking of you

[10:58pm]

minari: wish you were here, goodnight, i love you

the pain that’s spread throughout your body doesn’t bother you anymore; the thought of your girlfriend alone in bed – finally home after her two week-long work trip – makes you groan frustratedly as you lean your face against the wheel of your car. 

you’ve got to get home.

–

it’s almost midnight when you get to your apartment and you don’t even make it to the bedroom.

you underestimated the toll of the fatigue, the bruises, and the damage done to your body – not to mention the countless sleepless hours leading up to this chaotic night. you've been tirelessly investigating various dna samples and physical evidence, neglecting your much-needed rest in favor of focusing on your work and trying to distract yourself from missing your girlfriend too much because that is already enough to throw you in a spiral. 

as soon as you catch sight of the couch, you practically collapse onto it, sinking into the cushions with a sense of relief. leaning back lazily, you feel the heaviness of your eyelids, each blink a struggle to keep them open for just a little longer.

mina crosses your mind and you feel sorry for leaving her alone, but you physically can’t do anything about that.

the exhaustion catches up to you, and then you find yourself passing out on the couch with your work clothes still on, tie loose, and no energy left to fight off the drowsiness. 

–

mina wakes up earlier than usual – still alone.

the sun hasn’t even risen yet, and she had expected to find you lazily draped over her, maybe with the blanket slipping off the bed and the feeling of your breath gently warming her skin. but as she wakes, she realizes that the blanket is still snugly wrapped around her, and her skin feels oddly cold.

she blinks once, then twice, and still, you’re not there.

getting up and reaching over blindly for her phone, she unlocks it groggily, opening your messages to see a “read, 11:40pm” 

mina furrows her brows, rubbing her squinted eyes to read the same message on the screen. she feels a pang of worry as she wonders why you haven't responded or called, and why you're not next to her right now. hastily, she checks your location, clicking on your contact photo, and then freezes in disbelief.

you're home?

the contact picture she has of you—your smushed face with drool leaving the corner of your lip—is only half a centimeter away from her on the screen. with a sense of urgency, she jumps out of bed and rushes to find you.

she walks out of the hall and into the living room, catching a glimpse of the back of your head on the couch. mina lets out a sigh of relief, walking over and standing in front of your figure.

you look adorable, sitting up against the couch with your head leaned back on the cushion. you stay frozen in place, the only movement coming from the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest, which tells mina that you’re out. your hair is disheveled, you're still in your work clothes, and there's a new band-aid beside your brow on your temple. mina finds herself captivated by the sight, unable to tear her gaze away.

“long night, i bet.” mina mumbles, sitting down next to you and putting her head on your shoulder. you don’t budge, still remaining in your place.

mina kisses your cheek before returning to your shoulder, deciding to rest her eyes with you for a while more.

–

your girlfriend wakes up a few hours later – you’re still asleep by her side, still frozen in your place.

mina rubs her eyes against your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your body as she stirs awake for the second time that morning. fishing for her phone, she checks the time: 11:31 am. glancing back at you, still sound asleep, she decides it's time for both of you to start the day. she hasn't even had a chance to greet you while you were awake yet, and she misses your attention.

she presses a kiss to your cheek – no response.

pouting, she presses a few more to your cheek – you stay frozen in place, eyes closed and breathing still relaxed. 

then she moves over to your jawline, pressing a few pecks and moving down to your neck, the spot that earns the most from you – there’s a reaction, a small groan from you, and then you shift in your place – still no sign of consciousness. 

mina's never been a morning person, which only adds to her frustration. with a whine, she moves over to straddle you, settling herself on your lap.

“c’mon, i’ve been waiting for you.” she says, and still, it doesn’t wake you up. “wearing the same lingerie from the pictures and you’re still like this…” 

not only is she frustrated from missing you, she’s been irritated from how sex-deprived she’s been.

she brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, gently fixing the mess from whatever ordeal you endured last night, before taking a good look at you. the morning sunlight highlights the contours of your jawline, making your skin glow, and the slight parting of your lips adds to your allure. 

you look good—maybe even better than usual—and mina can't help but feel a surge of desire, fueled by her deprivation of you.

she tugs gently on the tie wrapped loosely around your neck, coaxing you forward. your head naturally falls forward in response, so mina tilts it up by the chin, cradling your face between her fingers.

“you look so cute,” mina sighs, rubbing a thumb over your skin. “i could take you like this.”

the two of you have talked about this – about fucking while one is asleep – and neither one of you was against it. however, it’s never actually happened, and sure mina’s daydreamed about this, and you have too, but she never thought there’d actually be such a perfect moment in time.

you’re asleep, looking all pretty, perfect, and downright fuckable – mina can’t help but bite her lip at the sight, grinding down against your lap a bit.

she shifts over to straddle one thigh in order to gain more friction, gasping at the second movement of her hips against you.

“maybe,” a small breath leaves her lips, “this’ll wake you up.”

another rut against your slacks and she’s shutting her eyes, fully waking herself up at the feeling.

mina’s usually never this horny, or bold for that matter, but after two weeks without her girlfriend with barely any time to talk to one another – she’s a whole new person.

holding onto one shoulder – earning a small mumble from you – mina grinds against you again. she’s only wearing your t-shirt, which sits loosely on her, and the panties from the picture she had sent – they’re soaked now.

her arms rest on the top of your shoulders now, and wrap around your neck as she clings onto you desperately. she feels hazy, seeing stars the faster she stimulates herself on you, and you have no fucking clue what’s going on. it honesly turns her on even more, getting to use you like this.

and when she thinks it can’t get anymore overwhelming, the feeling of her cunt against you, the thrill of making a mess of herself against you – she feels a rough, firm grip on her hips, then moves her head away from your neck to see your eyes slowly opening. 

“baby, w-what?” you sigh out lazily, trying to process everything that’s going on, “what are you–”

mina cuts you off with a kiss, to which you respond immediately with a hand cupping her cheek, and your lips fitting with hers perfectly. 

your girlfriend shudders against you, looking down at her cunt leaving a dark mark of arousal on your gray bottoms, then latches her lips onto your jawline. she leaves sensual kisses, waking you up from your deep sleep immediately. you melt as your hands reach the base of her neck.

she presses a peck on your upper jaw before muttering into your ear, “i missed– ah– you,” she says breathily.

“me too baby,” you respond with a sly smile, using your hands to push her down on your skin roughly, eliciting a loud moan into your ear.

she leans back, placing one hand on your shoulder while the other grabs the end of your tie. with a swift tug on the black cloth, you gasp in surprise. your face is close, close enough for mina to see your dilated pupils, creased brows, and flushed cheeks. it all adds to the allure, and tightens the knot in her stomach.

“y-you– fuck– left me all alone… l-last– god, nngh– night,” she struggles to say, especially when your thigh flexes. her hips jerk once before she grabs your hair roughly, then she throws her head back slightly, still making eye contact with you.

all your attention is on her, your eyes wide and pleading, like a puppy ready to answer and do anything she says. there's a mix of longing and desperation in your gaze, making you look arousingly pathetic and utterly irresistible simultaneously.

she tugs on your tie once more, earning a small whine, then orders: “you’re going to make me— u-ugh,  cum, okay?”

you nod eagerly, already helping her please herself against you with both hands again.

quickly, you tap your thigh up and rut her against you once more, the sensation and timing earns something near a yelp from her. mina pauses in her place and you feel her lower body vibrate against you as her high washes over, she practically melts, and her body goes a little limp as she tries to catch her breath.

you hold her tightly, supporting her body as it recovers from the overwhelming feeling. 

there’s a large, darkened spot on the cloth covering your whole thigh now, her arousal leaking over.

she kisses you again, basically taking the breath away from you. she traps your bottom lip between her two teeth, tugging gently to tease you – your grip on her tightens.

“y/n,” she says, climbing off your thigh and settling beside you.

you respond immediately, “yes?”

her hands toy with your tie again before she pulls dangerously. you whimper, biting the inside of your bottom lip. her manicured nails trace along your skin all the way up to the bandaid on your temple; you sigh out pathetically.

“where were you last night?” mina questions, letting her nail trace down your skin languidly. “no text, call, or girlfriend in my bed after two weeks of not seeing her.”

“i-i–” she tugs on your tie once more, tantalizingly, before rubbing two fingers on the cloth covering your cunt.s “mmf, i-i was caught in a pursuit and, we got into some um– some disagreements.” she presses on your cunt and your head shoots back – mina pulls again, making your head jerk forward to meet her dark gaze. “mina, please–”

“keep going, i didn’t tell you to stop, did i?”

you gulp. “n-no.”

she unzips your slacks now, skillfully unbuttoning it with one hand so she can play with your waistband. you fight the urge to look down, pleading with your eyes in an attempt for her to just fucking touch you.

pulling on the cloth again, she orders, “keep going.”

then she slides her fingers in, teasing your skin by rubbing circles above where you need it most. “j-jihyo um, she was beat up really–” mina presses against your clit, brushing her fingers over it softly and pushing your buttons. “fuck, really badly, a-and i– mmf–”

“you what, love?”

“p-please, please i need you, please just–”

“are you done with the story? i still don’t know why i woke up alone, and to find you dead asleep on the couch.” her tone is viscious, which makes you gulp again. 

“s-sorry,” you apologize, looking down at her hand in your panties. “i waited until everyone was, patched up and–” you throw your head back at the feeling of her fingers sliding up and down your slit. she tugs – you whimper, “s-sorry. and i saw your text and had to go home and– god, i had to rush home and by the time i–”

you feel her enter you just barely, pressing just the tip of her finger inside you, making you squirm and moan breathily. your head shoots down, your eyes shutting in response to the overwhelming stimulus. mina's touch is grueling as her fingers trail up to your chin, caressing it with a sensual tenderness. she tilts your head back up, and when your eyes meet hers.

“c’mon, use your words.”

“s-sorry, again.” you pant. “i got home and, t-these past weeks i couldn’t sleep without y-you and–” she pushes half of her middle finger in; you bite back a groan in order to finish your explanation. “i-i guess it caught up to me, and then i passed out here.” you sigh out quickly, looking at her deperately.

“you haven’t been taking care of yourself?” mina asks, looking at you pitifully. her hand cups your cheek now, “love…”

“i just, missed you.”

mina frowns, rubbing her thumb on your cheek. “let me take care of you baby.”

“please,” you beg, “just, god, just touch me already.”

mina kisses your lips again, and as she does so, you groan into her lips as she pushes two fingers into your soaking cunt. 

they enter seamlessly, earning a desperate mix of a cry and a whimper out of those puffy lips of yours. she brings her fingers out, and with the same thrill – pushes them back in, almost double the force. your hand grips your own thigh, overwhelmed by the way she flattens her palm against your clit, tormenting your pussy. 

mina’s lips start to roam your neck, leaving marks that’ll stay for days, marks that’ll have you reprimanded but you don’t fucking care. she’s been gone for two weeks, way too long and fucking yourself to pictures of her on your phone could never compare to what you’re feeling right now.

she can feel your tightening around her fingers, you were always so easy to rile up, so sensitive and vocal about everything that made you feel good. so when she curls her fingers and feels your hand snake to her hair, practically pulling it off her scalp, she knows you’re close already.

and then you’re lazily grinding your hips against her, slacks now caught at your ankles as your panties start to soak up the arousal leaking from your entrance. your legs close, but mina opens them, getting rougher with her fingers and hitting your clit with her palm. 

“m-mina,” you whine, “i’m close, god, so close,”

“yeah?” she says softly, in a way that sends a shiver throughout your whole body. “cum for me then, c’mon baby, you deserve it after all your hard work.”

you manage to look her in the eye, brows creased to oblivion and your jaw dropped before it picks itself up so you can mutter a shaky “m–hmm.”

her thumb moves swiftly to brush your clit, which is enough to send you over the edge, leaving you to shake against the couch and rock your hips up. she watches you cry out, the rise of your chest – then the fall, and feels her hand grow damp with your climax.

she continues to massage your clit, sliding her fingers up and down your entrance simultaneously to let you ride out your high, bringing you back down to earth, letting your vision go from hazy to normal again.

“m-mina, fuck, baby,” is all you can mutter before she pulls you forward with your tie, kissing your swollen, reddened lips. your words muffle against her and your hands grip her shoulder tightly before loosening the more you kiss.

you feel dizzy, dizzy in the best way possible with her lips on yours, tongues swirling and kisses growing sloppier. 

and then mina pulls away one more time, twisting the fabric of your tie around her pointer as she gazes at you; dark red marks – almost purple, each the size of a quarter – are plastered on the skin of your neck, your eyes are closed as you breath heavily, and your hair is even more ruffled than before. you’re trembling, mina always liked how cute and overstimulated you are after you cum, so riled up and thrown off that it makes her want to kiss you till you’re struggling to bring air into your lungs.

she brings a hand to your hair, brushing the messy strands that hang over your pretty face in order to then cup your cheeks again. she smiles at you, grinning at the mess she’s made.

“awake now?”

“very.” you sigh out, bringing your hand over to her thigh to rub circles on it. “i’m really sorry for leaving you alone last night.”

mina shakes her head. “it’s fine, you had your job to do love.” 

“i would’ve enjoyed doing you instead.” you joke, pouting at her cutely. “god, do you know how annoying it is to be horny when your girlfriend isn’t home?”

your girlfriend rests her head against the cushion, then turns to face you. “oh i know. i waited all night for you, you know?”

turning to her and giving her an apologetic frown, you apologize again, “sorry.”

mina rolls her eyes at you, giggling. 

she holds your hand and uses the other to brush her fingers over the marks she’s made on your neck, making your breath hitch.

“make it up to me with a few more rounds?”

yeah, you’re tired as hell, even after eleven hours of sleep. you’ve just came and it took the life out of you – plus, you’re seriously just exhausted, but the way your cunt throbs at the suggestion urges you to lean over and kiss her again.

you pull away, lips brushing against hers before you answer against her, “ruin me.”

[hellyeahscarleteen]

One of the most common myths I hear about sexual assault exams is that they are long, invasive, and universally terrible. The Netflix series Unbelievable highlights how having a nurse who is focused on the tasks and not on the patient can make this seem true. This is never what an exam should look like. In case you were curious, I have never asked a patient to stand naked while I take photographs of them, and no one ever should. An exam that is completed by a forensic nurse examiner who is trained in trauma-informed care as well as evidence collection should never look like this (yup, I just said that twice, that’s how much I mean it). While some of the technical evidence collection pieces are similar to what is shown in the Netflix series (we use swabs to collect evidence, and blue dye to look for injuries), a trained examiner is there for you. I talk to you a lot. I ask you what your concerns are, if you are ok as we go, if you need a break, and if you understand why I’m asking you specific sets of questions. I want you to ask questions, to tell me what you are worried about, and to make sure that we are working together to achieve what you want during the time you are with me.

Sexual Assault Exam: An Insiders Guide by Jocelyn Anderson

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by Channa Rifkin

The New York Times opinion essay “65 Doctors, Nurses and Paramedics: What We Saw in Gaza” from October 9 blew up over the weekend, as weapons and forensic ballistic experts debunked and questioned X-ray images featured in the piece claiming to be 5.56 caliber bullets inside the skulls of Gazan children.

The actual impact of a 5.56 caliber bullet was nowhere close to what these images claimed to be. But this thread on X (formerly Twitter) gathers various inputs across the platform. With no exit wounds present, skull fractures or change in the shape of the bullets, the authenticity of these X-rays was concluded as being highly problematic.

This suggests, in short, that the NY Times did not verify the information in the piece adequately before it was published – thereby allowing lies to be platformed to the public. Here are two extensive examinations of the X-ray images.

And in more depth, the forensic medical evidence is provided here:

[sebstanaddict]

Midnight and The Light

Bucky Barnes Vampire!AU Story

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes is a vampire detective working for the London police to cover up murders done by his own people. One day his world turns upside down when a female detective is assigned to work with him.

For some reason his mind bending power doesn't work on her, making his job harder and the mystery intrigued him. Who is she? But more importantly, what is she? Will he figure it out?

Warning : violence and murder depiction

Word count : 3.4k

Chapters : 3/10 (May add more)

Chapter list >

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Chapter 3

A sliver of light broke through the thick curtains, illuminating a figure sitting on a couch in a London apartment. James sat on the edge of his worn leather couch, staring at the TV with growing unease, the glow of the screen illuminated his tense expression. 

“Breaking News: Unidentified Body Found in East London," the reporter’s voice blared, her tone grim and urgent. The camera panned to an alley cordoned off with police tape. Forensic teams and officers swarmed the area, but what sent a chill down James’s spine was the sight of the body.

It was unmistakable—the vampire he had killed last night.

The camera zoomed in on the reporter, her face pale with concern. “Authorities are still investigating the cause of death, but there are signs of severe trauma and unexplained injuries to the victim’s neck and chest. Residents in the area reported hearing a struggle late last night, but no witnesses have come forward yet. Police are asking anyone with information to—"

The words faded into background noise as the screen switched to a close-up of the vampire's lifeless face, covered in deep lacerations, his eyes wide open in a frozen expression of terror.

James’s grip tightened on the remote, his jaw clenched in fury. How could he have been so careless? The body should have been disposed of immediately. Now it was out in the open, and worse—being broadcasted to the world.

He was too focused on Y/n last night. Making sure that she was okay. He stayed at her apartment and talked more with her, answering any questions she might have. Then when she was satisfied, he reluctantly left her and went back to his apartment, forgetting completely to clean up the body of the rogue vampire.

His muscles tense with barely contained rage. This wasn't just a mistake. It was a catastrophe. If humans started connecting the dots, if they discovered the truth behind that body…

He slammed the remote onto the couch, standing up abruptly. His hands shook slightly, the anger and frustration rising inside him like a storm. There was still time. He could still fix this.

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James left his apartment, the cool London air doing nothing to calm his nerves. The streets were crowded with people, oblivious to the darkness that lingered just beneath the surface of their city. He moved quickly, his mind racing. He would need to get to the hospital where the body was being examined and begin erasing memories.

He reached the hospital in a blur, his powers letting him slip past security easily. Once inside, he found the morgue, where the body lay, waiting for examination. The scent of death hung in the sterile air as James approached the first doctor.

The man looked up from his clipboard, his face lined with exhaustion. “Can I help you?”

James met his gaze, his voice calm but commanding. “You didn’t see anything unusual. It’s just an ordinary body, nothing worth reporting.”

The doctor blinked, his face going slack for a moment before nodding slowly. “Nothing unusual…”

James repeated the process with every nurse, every cop, every reporter that had come into contact with the story. He manipulated their minds, but each time, the same frustration gnawed at him.

It wasn’t working.

No matter how hard he tried, the story had already gained too much traction. News crews were still outside, gathering footage. Police were conducting interviews. He could feel the weight of impending disaster closing in around him.

He stepped out of the hospital, his mind reeling. This was a problem too big for him to fix. It wouldn’t take long before the wrong people—vampires or otherwise—started asking the right questions. He had failed, and he knew the repercussions would be severe. The leader would find out. The leader always found out.

James cursed under his breath. He glanced at his watch, knowing he was living on borrowed time.

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The weight of the day’s events bore heavily on James as he stepped into his dimly lit apartment, feeling the weariness in his bones—though as a vampire, he never truly tired. But tonight was different. The mistakes he had made felt like chains tightening around him, threatening to pull him under.

As he closed the door behind him, he froze.

A cold presence filled the room. The air seemed to shift, darken. James’s instincts screamed danger, but it was too late. He didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. He could feel it—the thousand years of menace that clung to the figure behind him like a dark shadow.

"James."

The voice was like ice, low and ancient, carrying the weight of centuries. James turned slowly, meeting the gaze of the vampire leader—Draven Nyxarius. The name itself sent chills through the vampire community, a name that had lived in whispers and fear for millennia. Draven, a creature older than the cities themselves, stood before him, his tall, gaunt frame draped in a dark coat, his eyes glowing with a cold, calculating light.

“Draven,” James said, trying to keep his voice steady, but the sheer presence of the leader made the air heavy in his lungs. His heart beat, despite himself—a remnant of his humanity he could never quite escape.

Draven took a step forward, his black boots barely making a sound against the hardwood floor. “I thought you were more careful than this, James.” His voice dripped with disdain. “A dead vampire in a public alley, found by humans, dissected by their doctors. You know what this means.”

James straightened, keeping his expression neutral despite the dread twisting inside him. “It was a mistake. I’ll handle it.”

Draven’s cold laugh echoed through the room, humorless and sharp. “You’ll handle it? Oh no, James, I’m handling it now. You were careless.”

James clenched his jaw. “It was a rogue vampire. He was attacking someone—”

“Someone,” Draven interrupted, his icy blue eyes narrowing. “Who?”

James froze for a fraction of a second, but Draven’s piercing gaze missed nothing.

“James,” Draven said, taking another step forward, his voice lowering into a menacing hiss. “I don’t tolerate lies. Who were you protecting?”

James’s mind raced. He couldn’t tell him about Y/n. Not now. Not ever. If Draven found out, he would use her—control her or worse, kill her. There were no other options with Draven. He was a ruler who had lasted over a thousand years by being ruthless and merciless.

James forced himself to remain calm, even as the weight of Draven’s scrutiny bore down on him. “Just a bystander,” he lied, his voice even. “The vampire was feeding. I had no choice but to stop him.”

Draven’s lips curled into a sinister smile, but his eyes remained cold, devoid of humor. “No choice… how convenient.” He leaned closer, his gaze searing into James’s soul. “I’ve known you for over three centuries, James. You’ve never been one to make mistakes.”

James didn’t flinch, but the tension between them thickened. Draven was testing him, pushing to see if he would crack.

“There’s nothing more to tell,” James said, meeting Draven’s gaze without wavering. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Draven stared at him for a long moment, his silence heavier than his words. Then, with a sudden, sharp movement, he turned away, walking toward the window. He stood there, his silhouette stark against the city lights, the darkness seeming to ripple around him.

“You’ve always been a loyal servant to the community, James,” Draven said softly, but there was an edge to his words. “But if you’re hiding something from me… if you’re protecting someone…” He turned his head slightly, his eyes glinting with a deadly promise. “I will find out. And when I do, no mercy will be shown.”

The threat lingered in the air like poison, and James felt the weight of it settle deep into his bones.

“I understand,” James replied, his voice steady despite the storm brewing inside him.

Draven’s eyes locked with his once more, cold and calculating. “Good.” He turned, heading for the door, his presence seeming to suck the warmth from the room as he passed. Before leaving, he paused and spoke without turning back. “Don’t make me regret sparing you all those years ago, James. You wouldn’t enjoy the consequences.”

And with that, he disappeared into the night, leaving James standing alone in the darkened room, his mind racing. The threat was clear. Draven knew something was off, and it wouldn’t be long before he started digging. 

James exhaled, his hands gripping the back of the chair as he fought the rising tide of frustration. He had to protect Y/n, no matter what. But this was bigger than just him now. Draven was a force that didn’t forgive, didn’t forget, and didn’t tolerate disobedience.

James ran a hand through his hair, knowing that he was walking a dangerous line. But one thing was certain: whatever it took, he would keep Y/n safe.

He had made that promise and he intended to keep it.

—

The night air was cool as Y/n walked home from the headquarters, her mind racing after everything James had revealed to her. She still couldn’t fully grasp the reality of it—the fact that vampires existed, and that she was somehow connected to them. Half-vampire, James had said. But how? How could she be part of something so terrifying and otherworldly without even knowing?

Her footsteps echoed against the quiet streets, and the familiar path back to her apartment seemed unusually eerie. The streetlights flickered overhead, casting long shadows, and for a moment, Y/n had the unsettling feeling that she wasn’t alone.

She quickened her pace, her senses sharpening. Something was wrong. She could feel it—a chill creeping down her spine, a heavy presence following her.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement. Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced over her shoulder, but the street behind her was empty.

Just nerves, she told herself. After everything that had happened, she was jumpy. But the feeling didn’t go away. The sense of being watched, hunted, clung to her, thickening the air with dread.

She sped up, her eyes scanning the shadows, but that’s when she saw them—three figures stepping out from the darkness, their eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. Vampires.

A surge of panic shot through her, but she forced herself to remain calm. They were here because of her. James had warned her that the vampire community wouldn’t take her presence lightly, but she hadn’t expected them to come so soon. She wasn’t ready.

She turned and broke into a run, her breath coming out in short gasps as adrenaline kicked in. The vampires followed, their footsteps eerily quiet as they closed in on her with terrifying speed. 

Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest as she darted down an alley, hoping to lose them, but they were faster. Much faster. She skidded to a stop, her back against a brick wall, trapped.

The lead vampire stepped forward, a sinister grin curling across his pale face. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, little girl.”

Y/n’s pulse raced, but something inside her—something primal—began to stir. The fear that had gripped her moments before shifted, changing into something else. Her blood thrummed in her veins, and she could feel a strange energy rising within her, powerful and unfamiliar.

The vampire lunged, but Y/n reacted faster than she thought possible. Her body moved on instinct, dodging his attack with a speed and strength she didn’t know she had. She lashed out, her hand connecting with his chest, sending him stumbling back with a surprised snarl.

The other two vampires circled her, their eyes narrowing as they realized she wasn’t just any human. She felt the power surging inside her, growing with each passing second, but she didn’t know how to control it. Her vision sharpened, her senses heightening to an almost unbearable level.

One of the vampires lunged, but she swung her arm, hitting him with such force that he flew back, crashing into a pile of trash cans. The third vampire came at her from behind, but she spun, dodging his attack, her movements faster, more precise than ever before.

But even as she fought them off, she could feel her strength waning. She didn’t know how long she could hold them off. The lead vampire smirked, recovering from her earlier blow. “You’re stronger than I thought. But you don’t know what you are, do you?”

He lunged again, this time faster, more precise. Y/n tried to dodge, but he was too quick. His hand wrapped around her throat, slamming her back against the wall. Her vision blurred as he tightened his grip, cutting off her air.

“You’re just a child playing with power you don’t understand,” he hissed, his fangs bared. “We’re going to make sure you never get the chance to use it.”

Y/n struggled, gasping for breath, but her strength was fading. She clawed at his arm, trying to break free, but it was no use. Darkness crept at the edges of her vision.

Suddenly, a blur of motion appeared behind the vampire, and before Y/n could register what was happening, the vampire’s grip on her throat loosened. He let out a strangled gasp, his body jerking as something—or someone—yanked him away from her with brutal force.

James.

He moved with terrifying speed, his eyes blazing with fury as he grabbed the vampire by the throat and slammed him into the ground. The other two vampires rushed at him, but he was faster. In a flurry of brutal strikes, he incapacitated both of them, tossing their bodies aside like rag dolls.

Y/n fell to her knees, gasping for air as she watched James fight. The precision, the power—he was a force of nature, deadly and unstoppable. The lead vampire tried to scramble to his feet, but James was on him in an instant, his hand wrapping around the vampire’s neck.

“You shouldn’t have touched her,” James growled, his voice low and dangerous.

The vampire sneered, his eyes flickering with fear as he struggled against James’s grip. “She’s just a half-blood. You can’t protect her forever.”

James’s expression darkened, and without another word, he twisted the vampire’s neck with a sickening crack. The body went limp in his hands, and James tossed it aside, his chest heaving with controlled rage.

Y/n stared, her heart racing. The sheer brutality of it, the power James wielded so effortlessly—it terrified her. But more than that, it reassured her. He had saved her. Again.

James turned to her, his expression softening as he knelt beside her. “Are you okay?”

Y/n nodded, still shaken but grateful. “I... I think so.”

James helped her to her feet, his touch gentle but firm. “We need to get you out of here. There could be more.”

Y/n swallowed, her mind still reeling from the fight. “What was that? What just happened to me?”

James’s eyes flickered with something—concern, maybe even fear—but he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he kept a steady hand on her arm as they made their way out of the alley, back onto the street.

As they walked, Y/n felt the weight of what had just happened sink in. Her body, her mind—something inside her had changed. And she didn’t know if she could ever go back to being the person she was before.

James glanced at her, his expression unreadable. “Your powers are awakening. Faster than I expected.”

Y/n looked at him, her voice trembling. “I don’t know how to control it. I don’t even know what it is.”

James sighed, his gaze drifting to the darkened street ahead. “You’re a half-blood. Stronger than a human but not fully vampire. Your powers will keep growing, but without control...”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but Y/n knew what he meant. Without control, she was dangerous. To herself and to everyone around her.

She swallowed hard, fear and uncertainty swirling in her chest. “What do we do now?”

James met her eyes, his gaze intense. “I’ll protect you. And I’ll help you figure this out. But we need to be careful. The others will come for you. And next time, they won’t hold back.”

Y/n nodded, her heart pounding as she realized the gravity of the situation. The world she had known was gone, replaced by something far more dangerous and terrifying. But as long as James was with her, she felt a glimmer of hope.

“I trust you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

James’s expression softened, and for a brief moment, something unspoken passed between them. He nodded, his hand lingering on her arm as they walked into the night together.

---

James stared at the cracked windshield of the stolen car as they sped down the quiet back roads of England. The city lights of London faded in the distance, and the rolling countryside spread before them, bathed in the pale glow of the moon.

Y/n sat beside him, her arms crossed tightly, the weight of everything still pressing on her. “So… what’s the plan, exactly?” she asked, her voice breaking the silence.

“We need to lay low,” James replied, glancing at her. “Draven has eyes everywhere, and if he’s set his sights on you, we don’t have much time. Your family might hold the key to figuring out what you are.”

She nodded slowly, though the tension in her body hadn’t eased. “But why Whitby?” she asked, her brow furrowing. “Why go back there?”

He kept his eyes on the road as they turned onto a narrow lane, the woods closing in around them. “It’s remote. Easier to disappear. You also said your family might know something… maybe something about your past, how you became half-vampire. This is bigger than what you’ve realized.”

Y/n fell silent for a moment, staring out the window at the dark shapes of trees passing by. “I haven’t been back to Whitby in years,” she admitted quietly. “My parents and I... we don’t really talk much. And I didn’t think they’d be part of something like this.”

James' hands tightened on the wheel. He wasn’t entirely sure what they would find when they reached Whitby, but the pull toward her, toward protecting her, had grown stronger. He hadn’t felt this way about anyone in centuries, but the feeling was undeniable. He glanced at her again, seeing the way her mismatched eyes glinted in the faint light—a strange and alluring mix of light brown, blue, and streaks of dark brown that seemed to pull him in.

“You have a unique power, Y/n. I think you’re only starting to scratch the surface,” he said, his voice lower now. “Whatever happened to you, it’s made you stronger than you realize.”

Y/n gave a small, humorless laugh. “Stronger? I almost got killed back there.”

James shook his head. “That vampire was trained to kill. If you hadn’t fought back with the abilities you’re only just discovering, you wouldn’t have stood a chance. But you survived. You’re more powerful than you think, and that’s what makes you dangerous to Draven.”

The weight of his words settled heavily between them. She shifted in her seat, "Draven," she muttered. "He’s the leader of this vampire community. What does he even want with me?"

James’ jaw clenched. “He wants control. He doesn’t tolerate loose ends or threats to his rule. A half-vampire with untested powers? You’re something he can’t predict—and that terrifies him.”

Y/n swallowed hard, trying to process it all. “So, we’re running.”

“For now, yes.” His voice softened. “But we’ll figure this out. Your family might know more than they’ve let on.”

The road ahead stretched into the darkness, as the air inside the car filled with quiet tension. Every so often, their eyes would meet, a mix of curiosity and something deeper lingering between them. 

After several long minutes, Y/n broke the silence. “What about you? You said Draven turned you into a vampire… that you didn’t have a choice.”

James hesitated, his eyes flickering with an emotion she couldn’t quite place. “It was over three centuries ago. I was… like you, a detective. Draven found me investigating a string of murders that were tied to his people. He decided I’d be more useful on his side.”

“And you didn’t fight back?” Y/n asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.

“I did. But you don’t fight Draven and win. I was young, brash... but after he turned me, I didn’t have a choice. I had to cover up his messes. It was either that, or he’d kill me.”

Y/n’s breath hitched. She had never imagined such a terrifying life for James, the man who seemed so in control of everything. “So you’ve been doing this for centuries?”

James nodded, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. “And I’m still here. But you... you’re different.”

Her brow furrowed. “Different, how?”

He hesitated. The truth tugged at him, the pull he felt toward her, the way her presence stirred something in him that he hadn’t felt since his human days. “You don’t know your own power, Y/n. And that scares them.”

As they continued through the winding countryside, the tension between them only grew—unspoken words and undeniable attraction lingering in the air. Their connection was building, growing stronger with every mile.

They were getting closer to Whitby, and something in both of them told them that everything would change once they arrived. 

Chapter 4 >

[mapsontheweb]

Sexual Assault Nurse Examiners in Alabama

A sexual assault nurse examiner (SANE) is a nurse certified to provide comprehensive health care to survivors of sexual assault and collect rape kits. They may also be known as forensic nurse examiners. There are just 14 pediatric SANEs in the state — most are certified to serve both children and adults.

[ex1ledbrethren]

Hi! Am such an admirer of your work and am biting my nails to see what you have in store for this last chapter!

Was watching soft white underbelly and ran into a forensics nurse examiner interview and thought if glenn ever gets saved he’ll have to go through such an experience I imagine 💔

https://youtu.be/0L3pZAtBvZQ?si=PPe-kZJ8PokzmREj

Can’t wait to keep reading!

thank you so much!! the interview was really interesting and informative thank you for sending it to me <3

[ukrfeminism]

The number of 10 to 19-year-olds charged with rape in London has more than doubled in two years, according to shock new figures.

In the year to December, 802 suspects were charged out of 8,839 reports — nine per cent of the total, compared with 364 over the same period in 2021.

For those aged 10 to 19, the number shot up from 35 to 74 individuals — a rise of 111 per cent.

The Metropolitan Police figures were revealed as a leading expert issued a stark warning over the rise of teenage boys copying what they see in violent pornography.

Sian Ruddick, an NHS specialist in supporting adolescent rape victims, said many consider choking girls during sex as “normal” behaviour after viewing it on their phones.

She called for teachers to hold regular workshops on consent and boundaries because it had become “really horrific” for teenage girls in and out of the classroom. 

Ms Ruddick, who works at The Havens — three clinics for survivors run by King’s College Hospital in Camberwell, Whitechapel and Ladbrooke Grove — wants schools, colleges and universities to become “zero tolerance” places for sexual violence. She said “turning the tide” on wrongdoing starts at school.

“You’re never going to be able to wipe out everyone’s access to porn, but you can have a safe and rigid conversation about consent. 

“The normalisation of strangulation in sex among teenagers does feel like a step backwards. Boys see it in porn and then it’s expected. We need to have more sex-positive conversations but pornography has filled that void.”

Last month, the UK police’s lead in tackling child abuse revealed that hardcore porn and access to smart phones had turned children into abusers — with more than 6,813 alleged rapes committed by youngsters aged 10 to 17 across Britain in a year.

Ms Ruddick — a member of the pan-London rape scrutiny panel — runs a team supporting 350 women going through the justice system. Funding restraints mean another 50 are on the waiting list.

The advocates provide information, emotional and practical support, including going to meetings with police and attending court if the case goes to trial. 

They work as part of a wider team at The Havens, where specialist doctors, nurses and therapists work together to support people who have been recently assaulted.

Anyone sexually assaulted or raped can ask for a forensic medical examination in order to gather DNA evidence for a criminal investigation – the timescales are different for different assaults but for vaginal rape tests can still find forensics after seven days. Last year, 1,200 examinations were carried out in the capital.

Not everyone wants to report to the police, and for those that do, keeping underwear, clothing, sanitary products, images or used condoms and not to wash or bathe helps to preserve evidence.

Later this year, a pilot will see survivors being able to give live video link evidence to Croydon Crown Court from a suite at The Havens.

Ms Ruddick said: “We don’t try to steer people to what they should or shouldn’t do.

“The most important thing is they have the information, access and time.

“We know the withdrawal rates, particularly in London, are very high. The criminal justice system can be an overwhelming place to be.

“We want survivors to know you are not alone - you will have someone with you seeking to understand and advocate. We don’t speak on behalf of our clients but we hope to amplify their voices and get to the ears of people making the decisions.”

Ms Ruddick says many victims have been left uneasy due to low trust and confidence in the Metropolitan Police following the murder of marketing executive Sarah Everard, 33, by PC Wayne Couzens who worked in the same armed unit as serial rapist PC David Carrick.

Baroness Louise Casey’s scathing review of the force painted an alarming picture of how crimes against women and children are investigated.

A lunchbox was found in the same fridge as rape samples and appliances were so full they had to be strapped shut. One fridge containing rape kits broke down, meaning evidence could not be used.

Ms Ruddick says “There is no getting away from the Met having had a really difficult couple of years. For that to be someone’s anxiety, is understandable. Things need to significantly improve if survivors are going to have faith in the process.

“But too few cases are charged and too few found guilty.

“In the past three years, we see more and more people struggling with the length of time it is taking.

“The shame that ends up being put on survivors. It’s never their fault - they are not to blame. That message feels so important. This was someone else’s choice that was inflicted on you.

“People often don’t feel able to tell their parents, friends or people at university. However, one thing we hear from clients is having their voices heard made them feel valued and believed.

“For survivors, it feels very mixed even with a guilty verdict. They find hardest an expectation from other people that they should now be fine and it’s all over. So often, it’s the start of the recovery, a different type of beginning.”

In December, teenage serial rapist Kevarnie Queen, 19, dubbed the “Brixton R Kelly” was jailed for 12 years after committing a three-year campaign of sexual violence against six girls under 18.

Commander Kevin Southworth, the Met’s lead for public protection, said: “We are dedicated to putting victim-survivors of rape at the heart of everything we do to eradicate sexual violence largely caused by predatory men and support those who are impacted.

“We’ve transformed the way we investigate rape and sexual offences, more than doubling our number of rape charges since 2021.

“We’re not complacent and remain absolutely resolute in our commitment to target offenders and protect women and girls, but we cannot do this alone.

“Listening to victim-survivors, and working together with charities and partners across the criminal justice system, we’re working to ensure that all victims-survivors have the confidence to report these most awful crimes and do all that we can to get them the justice they deserve.

“If you have been a victim of sexual violence and not yet reported it – please contact your local police service and we will do all that we can to help.”

Recent Ministry of Justice data shows the average London rape victim waits three years and three months to get a court result, down from over four years at the start of 2022.

A MoJ spokesman said ministers introduced a raft of measures to speed up hearings since the start of the pandemic, including funding unlimited Crown Court sitting days for a third year in a row.

She added: “We know that victims who feel supported are 50 per cent more likely to stay engaged in the criminal justice system and Independent Sexual Violence Advocates and Domestic Violence Advisors offer crucial emotional support to victims regardless of whether they report to the police.

“This is why we are quadrupling funding for victim and witnesses support services and committed to recruiting 300 more specialist advisors by 2025.”

[coochiequeens]

Patient safety is more important than the gender feelz of the medical team responsible for their care.

By Anna Slatz April 11, 2024

A trans-identified male nurse in Austria has been sentenced to 20 years in prison for the brutal murder of his elderly patient. The assailant, a 24 year-old from Slovakia, repeatedly stabbed his elderly patient last year after a dispute broke out over his gender identity.

The murder occurred on the evening of October 5 at the victim’s home in Geretsberg where the nurse was providing on-call care. Due to Austria’s strict privacy laws, neither the identity of the victim nor assailant is known, but Reduxx had learned that the nurse had been working under the masculine name “Paul” and was active in LGBT groups in Vienna. Though he is legally a male, “Paul” was referred to as a “woman” in court by witnesses and the defense.

While the motive for the crime was initially unclear, it was later revealed that the nurse attacked the 82-year-old paralyzed pensioner after the topic of the nurse’s gender identity was brought up. He went to the kitchen and retrieved multiple knives, stabbing the man eleven times in the upper body, abdomen, face and head. Following the attack, “Paul” called the victim’s stepdaughter, who immediately alerted the police.

Emergency responders initially found the man alive and attempted to stabilize him, but the victim died of his injuries at the scene.

The nurse was immediately arrested, but was taken to the psychiatric unit at the Kepler University Hospital at Neuromed after demonstrating extreme aggression and “massive psychological abnormalities.”

Staff initially believed he was under the influence of drugs due to his behavior, but a blood test only found alcohol in his system. While he claimed to have effectively “blacked out” during the killing, it was ultimately determined that “Paul” had no serious mental illness which would have impacted his legal accountability for his actions.

After being interrogated by police, the nurse immediately admitted to the killing, and claimed the attack had been the result of the victim “teasing” him due to his gender identity and making transphobic remarks. Later examination also revealed that “Paul” had separated from his boyfriend earlier that day, something that was described as a “trigger” for his impulsive behavior.

According to Puls24, psychiatric expert Adelheid Kastner testified that “Paul” had an extremely high risk of recidivism, and admission to a forensic-psychiatric center was recommended. After a short jury trial with a unanimous verdict, “Paul” was sentenced to 20 years in prison on March 26.

While he is currently being held at a men’s prison, “Paul” may seek eventual transfer to a women’s facility if he is able to change his legal documents and receive a recommendation from a psychologist.

Austria currently assesses transgender inmates on a “case-by-case” basis, though the Government has acknowledged that sex-segregated facilities must exist.

[infrared135-36]

holy shit they were so fucking lucky the NA server shut down before this absolute shitshow of a character was released there. The white girl at 2010 Coachella “warbonnet”. The boomerang weapon which is used by Aboriginal Australians. The “Witch Form” named after a town in Mexico. I wonder if they’ll put her in the new madoka magica gacha. tbh I find putting any female character with this very shallow “aesthetic” in a gambling game that banks on sex appeal inherently disgusting in and of itself due to the overwhelming amount of specifically sexual violence committed upon the women of these communities. this is a very condensed set of facts

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Rape and violence are committed against Indigenous women with almost total impunity in the United States. Native women are 2.5 times more likely to be raped than non-Native women in the United States.: 1 in 3 Native women will be raped during her lifetime. At least 86% of perpetrators of these crimes are non-Native men. Native women face significant barriers to securing justice following rape or sexual violence, including inadequate police response, inadequate health and forensic services, and a lack of prosecutions.

Many survivors struggle to get even the most basic post-rape care, including access to a rape kit, which can provide crucial evidence for a successful prosecution if they are collected and stored properly. The quality of provision of such services to Native American and Alaska Native women varies considerably from place to place. Indian Health Service centers are severely underfunded and lack resources and trained staff, including sexual assault nurse examiners or even rape kits themselves. Survivors may have to travel over 150 miles to reach a facility where a forensic examination can be performed. Without a rape kit, there is almost no chance a trial will move forward, meaning perpetrators enjoy total impunity and Native women receive no justice.

Indigenous women and girls are disappeared or murdered each year at alarming rates. The Center for Disease Control and Prevention has reported that murder is the third-leading cause of death among Native American and Alaska Native women. Rates of violence on reservations can be up to ten times higher than the national average. No government research has been done on the rates of violence against Indigenous women living in urban areas-despite the fact that approximately 71% of Native American and Alaska Native women lives in urban areas. According to a 2018 report by the Urban Indian Health Institute, there were 506 current cases of missing and murdered American Indian and Alaska Native women across 71 cities, though this is likely an undercount due to the lack of data collection by cities, states, and the federal government.

The U.S. federal government has failed to keep data rates of violence and disappearances of Native American and Alaska Native women and girls. States and U.S. cities are also not adequately tracking this data, sometimes lacking basic classification options in their databases for Native American and Alaska Native women. The lack of data on this issue impedes the ability of communities, tribal nations, and policy makers to make informed decisions on how best to address this violence.

[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

The West Mesa Bone Collector

In February 2009, Christine Ross was walking her dog, Ruca, around a dried-out wash in Albuquerque, NM, when the dog found what appeared to be a human bone. Considering the worst but hoping for the best, Ross snapped a photo and sent it to her sister, a registered nurse. After Ross's sister confirmed that it was, in fact, a human femur, Ross called the Albuquerque Police Department. The gruesome discovery prompted a search of the area, where authorities uncovered the remains of 11 women between the ages of 15 and 32.

The 2009 case, known as the West Mesa murders, was the most horrifying discovery that Albuquerque had witnessed. It took forensic experts almost a year to identify the remains - all Hispanic young women who had gone missing between 2001 and 2005. All but one of the victims had ties to sex work or sex trafficking, unfortunately making them easy targets for a potential serial killer. Estranged from families and relatively unnoticed by the general public, some women hadn't even been reported missing when medical examiners identified their remains.

FBI agents were never able to find the killer, dubbed the “West Mesa Bone Collector.” Many believe he escaped long before Ruca unearthed the first found corpse. Authorities did piece together a timeline to find each young woman's last whereabouts, but their time and cause of death remain a mystery.

Although the profiles of two different men emerged as probable suspects, the killer didn't leave enough evidence at the scene to tie either of them to the murders. Fortunately, however, both men are off the Albuquerque streets. Joseph Blea is serving a life sentence for sexual assault cases, but knew many of the women found in the wash-out and possessed jewelry that might have belonged to the victims. Lorenzo Montoya was killed when an enraged boyfriend found that Montoya had strangled and murdered his girlfriend, who worked as a dancer.

[xevanescentxx]

really random but i saw ur ocs and i'm really bad at phrasing things

i wanted to know what's up with them, with both Lorainne and Robin

i mean, Lorainne is suffering in most of the drawings 😭

and i'm just curious about that

if that's ok with u ofc

lmfaoo ngl this has me dead 😭 don’t worry, i’m bad at wording things also so i get your pain. it’s just— me too man. i also wonder what the fuck is up with them sometimes, especially lorraine.

speaking of her, i’m gonna just make this entire post about her considering she has a lot behind her and i’d rather make a separate post for robin. just keep a look out for that 😚😚

anyways before we get into this, i know i seem sarcastic and aggressive with my disclaimers, but there will be a lot of serious and triggering shit in this post. topics such as ab*se, t*rture, satanism, and religious trauma are mentioned. it needs to be known that lorraine’s story is very fucked up. you have been warned.

anyways, here we go!

im not going to write out her story because that would take— way too fucking long. so i’m going to write it out in bullets, and if you have more questions about her or want me to go into more detail about a specific part of her story just send me another ask and i’d be glad to explain for you :)

alright let’s get started, this is gonna be long,

Lorraine Marie Warren.

lorraine is born at 3:08am in 1991 at chelan, washington.

lorraine is french american. her mother is a french woman while her father, american.

she’s a prodigy

her family is extremely religious, her father (arthur) being the most obsessed out of them all.

private schooled

arthur builds a sanatorium deep in the forest, closeting it from surrounding society.

has a twin brother, lawrence. he is loved by his mother, lorraine is not.

sylvia claims she ‘saw the devil in her child’ hence her reasonings of disliking lorraine. she said this when lori was 5 years old.

attended church every sunday with her family. made a friend by the name of carla.

carla and lorraine were good friends. as good friends as five year olds could be.

lorraine began to grow distant to her brother, growing resentful and jealous over her mothers love for only him.

lawrence is saddened by this.

lorraine turns 8 years old.

lorraine has an incident at church where her friend, carla, had a large cut on her arm to which lorraine then bit and ripped off some of clara’s forearm skin.

lorraine is placed into blessed hearts washington sanatorium

blessed hearts continues their secret illegal human experimentation

lorraine is given shock therapy daily under her fathers wishes

lorraine doesn’t get better. her mental state deteriorating. she is 11 years old.

arthur and sylvia divorce due to lorraine’s state.

arthur demands his daughter be lobotomized, threatens a doctor (thomas arch) with death if not willing to comply.

at 2:50 am lorraine is strapped down and is prepared for the procedure

2:55 am, the doctors begin to input the iv with anesthetic

2:57 am, the anesthetic starts to kick in, but not all the way. lorraine is still awake and aware.

2:58 am, thomas prepares his tray for the procedure.

2:59 am, the power goes out.

3:00 am, the nurses are slammed against the wall by an unknown force, killing them instantly.

3:01 am, thomas escapes and makes a call to the authorities of a break-in

3:02 am, lorraine is dragged out of the room by unknown force

3:03 am, all patient doors seal shut by unknown force

3:04 am, lorraine finds the boiler room

3:05 am lorraine prepares for boiler failure

3:06 am, all remaining staff are trapped inside building

3:07 am, lorraine is safely placed outside by unknown force

3:08 am, boiler explodes, cause the sanatorium to go up into flames. killing everyone who remains inside.

3:16 am, police arrive on scene.

the next day, forensics teams examine recovered corpses, all are identified. lorraine is no where to be seen.

lorraine is taken deep into the woods by unknown force, which then reveals itself to her.

this unknown force, tall, wearing a pitch black suit. no face.

lorraine becomes a proxy under this force, the slender man.

lorraine is beaten daily, teased and mocked by fellow proxies under slenderman.

lorraine works for slender up until she is 19.

lorraine escapes slenders grasp, and ventures deep into the forest.

lorraine collapses from malnutrition.

she is recovered by a man(carter),his brother, and his two sons. shes 46, 41, 27, and 26.

lorraine is taken care of, and feels loved for the first time.

lorraine loses her virginity to carter consensually.

lorraine is drugged and stripped naked.

lorraine wakes up, chained to the floor and surrounded by the four men who now are dressed in deep black robes.

lorraine is covered in blood and markings, and lays atop of pentagram drawn of her own blood.

unknown force gives lorraine the strength to break her chains.

lorraine murders all four men, and eats parts of them.

unknown force disappears, and leaves lorraine to herself.

lorraine escapes, venturing further into the forest until she finds a well— it calls to her.

wanting to escape her reality, lorraine jumps down the well. she ends up in the same forest. but, somethings different.

lorraine is in the underworld.

lorraine stumbles into a city, and is taken into shelter by Doctor Forenzik. lorraine is now 23.

lorraine works for forenzik in exchange for cash and housing.

lorraine buys her own apartment from landlord hookman. lorraine is now 28.

lorraine has unprotected intercourse with unknown human male.

lorraine gives birth to juliet warren at age 29.

lorraine meets avril robin lincoln on subway train, and takes her in.

that’s .. it. lorraine’s story has much much more to it, but this is just a basic outline. her story is very horrific and fucked, but she’s a horror character / creepypasta, so that’s to be expected. she’s the most tragic character i own, so that is the darkest i’ve ever gone with my characters. robins story is much lighter, but still.. dark obviously. if you have anymore questions for me, please let me know!!

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So, how did they become vampires anyway? (Part 2)

Obligatory Link to Part 1

When Lilith brought him home from the hospital, Caleb wanted to take a long shower. It was all he'd wanted to do since the bartender found him passed out on the bathroom tile. (Before that, the thing he'd wanted most was to get away from his attacker. He had tried fighting her off, tried to run away, and he couldn't. He just couldn't.) He could still feel her hands all over him, and he felt so dirty. That invasive forensic exam hadn't helped, either. He had to remove every article of clothing he'd been wearing, even down to his earring. He had been photographed, swabbed, poked, and prodded everywhere imaginable for several hours, which was the last thing he had wanted. The nurse who performed the exam was as nice and gentle about it as possible, but there was no way it was going to be pleasant. It was almost worse than what had caused him to need this examination in the first place. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to go to the police. Would they believe him? He doubted it. Glowing green eyes, fangs, unnatural coldness, odd-tasting blood? Who could believe that? They'd probably think he was some Strangerville lunatic or something. Or they'd think he was a weakling. As far as Caleb knew, this sort of thing didn't happen too often in Simlandia (though precisely how often, he wasn't sure), but when it did, it usually involved a man forcing himself on a woman, not the other way around. And as far as Caleb knew, it didn't involve the man hypnotizing his victim with glowing green eyes, or forcing her to drink his blood, or cold...fluids that should have been warm. He had Lilith stand outside the door. Even though it was their home, he didn't feel safe alone. It felt like that woman was everywhere! And who knows, maybe she was? She had, after all, managed to get past a door that ordinarily only male Sims could get through, a door that Caleb was sure he'd locked behind himself when he'd gone in. (How that was possible, he wasn't sure.) Lilith obliged. When she heard the shower turn on, she sank to the floor, sobbing quietly. This was all my fault! she thought. If I hadn't been so selfish, if I had stayed with him, this wouldn't have happened! She thought back to when they were little kids. Caleb got picked on a lot. Mainly, he wasn't very good at sports, and he got really good grades. She would always step in and stand up for him. She got in trouble for fighting a lot at school. She had always protected him, but she couldn't protect him this time. (Of course, this always cemented in the other boys' minds that Caleb was a wuss, but Lilith was willing to teach them a lesson as many times as needed.) She had always been there for him, and the one time she wasn't, he'd been... In the shower, Caleb suddenly felt dizzy and unwell again. He sat down on the floor, letting the warm water rain down on him (something he almost never did, even as a teenager, when he would write sad poems, despite living a relatively happy and normal life) and leaned against the tiled wall, shower pouf in hand, waiting for that feeling to pass. When it finally did, getting up felt like a monumental task. And when he finally got out and into a fluffy bathrobe, the room started spinning again, and he sat on the lidded toilet with his head between his knees, waiting for it to stop. The last thing he needed was to take another header into bathroom tile. On the other side of the door, Lilith picked herself up, and dried her tears. She had to be strong for her brother. She couldn't let him see her like that. She made it look like she was concentrating really hard on a book, to hide the tear streaks, the smudged makeup, and the puffiness. When he walked out and into his bedroom, she went in and splashed some cold water on her face. She then got some bandages, and re-bandaged the wounds on his head and neck. When she shut the door, the emotion of the last 12 hours or so overwhelmed him, and he cried into his pillow until he was too exhausted and fell asleep.

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Bria was visiting Jason in rehab for the first time. He was happy to see her. Until she asked where he got his drugs. Was that why she came to see him? No. She tried backtracking by saying she was there for him. He sighed and suggested that she also stopped using drugs. She didn’t know how to respond to that. He was the reason why she was using drugs in the first place. It was because of him, she was falling further into addiction.

“Bria, I don’t want to fight with you. I take full responsibility for your addiction. Please just think about it”, he begged.

She gave him a sincere apology. Would she think about it? Yes. He sighed again before asking about her parents. Did he know about the accident? Yes, he saw it on the news. That’s why he was asking. They were in the hospital with burns on over half of their bodies. They might not make it. He apologized and expressed sympathy. Thank you.

When she got home, she found his phone in their bedroom. She looked through his messages to find the guy he bought drugs from. After finding his phone number, she texted him from her own phone about buying heroin. He gave her a price before inviting her over. She found out that Jason owed him money. How much? Five hundred dollars. She didn’t have that much in her wallet. If he let her go to her bank, she would get him the money. He had other ideas.

When she got home, she felt dirty and disgusting. She collapsed on the floor of the living room in tears. The cats came over to see if she was okay. Meow. Human? Should she go to the police? No, they would arrest her for drugs. Her mind replayed everything. He made her take her clothes off before he photographed her for blackmail.

He then sexually assaulted her. She got dressed and he gave her what she wanted. Mike came over after not hearing from her all day. Micha ran to the door to ask for help. Meow! Meow! My human needs help! He had him follow him. When he saw her on the floor, he rushed over.

“Bria, I’m here. What happened?”

“No, you’re not supposed to be here!”

“What do you mean? You weren’t answering your phone.”

“Please don’t send me to rehab!”

She dug in her pocket and pulled out the baggie of heroin. It took him a few minutes to process what it was. Where did she get it? Jason’s friend. He had her take deep breaths to calm down. When she did, he asked what happened. She told him everything. His heart sank and he wrapped his arms around her. He closed his eyes tightly to keep him from crying. She continued crying because she was so angry with herself.

It wasn’t her fault. He was bringing her to the hospital. She didn’t have any energy to fight, so she let him take her hand. Meow. He crouched down again to the cats and told them they would be right back. Okay, human. They then went out to his car.

At the hospital emergency room, he reported the sexual assault. They were brought back to a private room. Bria asked if she would be arrested for buying drugs. Did her dealer assault her? Yes. No, she would not be arrested. The nurse explained what was going to happen. She was going to get a forensic nurse, who was going to ask her questions about what happened.

She could have a victim's advocate present during the interview. Once the interview was done, they would have her go through a physical exam. She could have her friend with her or she could have him wait outside. It just depended on what she was comfortable with. She went through what would happen during the examination. They would also give her medicine to help prevent STDs like HIV and pregnancy. She had a birth control implant.

Okay, then they didn’t have to worry about pregnancy. She nodded. The nurse excused herself to get the forensic nurse. Thank you.

“Where have you been shooting up”, Mike asked.

“My foot.”

“I’m very angry about your addiction and that you have been lying to me about being sober. At the same time, I was suspicious that you and Jason were using drugs together. Especially since you guys were in a relationship. That does not make what happened to you okay. You were assaulted and that is not your fault. If you want to press charges, I will support you one hundred per cent. Even though I am angry, I am also very proud of you for coming with me. We will take this one step at a time. You tell me what you need to do that doesn’t involve getting high.”

She nodded and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her. When the forensic nurse came in, she introduced herself. He introduced himself and Bria. It was nice to meet them. The nurse went through how everything was going to happen and her rights as a victim. She was going to ask her questions about the assault and she was instructed to answer them the best she could. Bria nodded and stated she understood.

Mike listened to her detail everything. Jason owed a debt she couldn’t pay. His dealer forced her to take her clothes off. He then photographed her before pushing her onto his bed. She described how he threatened her. If she fought, he would hurt Jason. She surrendered and let him assault her. When it was over, he threw the baggie of heroin at her and told her to get dressed.

Did she shower or clean herself? No, she went home and collapsed in her living room in tears. That’s where Mike found her. What was their relationship? He was her brother-in-law. She started crying again because she remembered her conversation with her husband.

“He asked me to think about getting sober. I asked him for the phone number of his dealer and he got angry with me. He thought that was the only reason why I visited him.”

“Where is your husband?”

“He’s in rehab because he had a mental breakdown and self harmed.”

“What drugs are you using?”

“Heroin. I also used cocaine and meth with my husband.”

Oh my God! It was worse than he thought! He told himself it was not the time to get upset. The interview took an hour. He stepped out for the medical exam after she asked for privacy. Of course. He went out to the hallway and took out his phone. His sobriety was being threatened because he was so angry! Thank God he was in sober living! If he wasn’t, he would drink until he passed out. He called the sober living house.

“Its Mike. I’m at the hospital with my sister in law. I’m going to relapse.”

After being at the hospital for two hours, she was finally home by herself. She got the baggie of heroin and went upstairs to her bathroom. After closing the door, she found the needle, spoon and lighter in the drawer. She took off her sock before pouring the powder into the spoon. Once it kicked in, she laid on her back and let it go through her body.

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[miriam--weinbaum]

Name: Miriam Weinbaum Age / D.O.B.: 44 /August 2, 1979 Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cis woman, she/her, homosexual Hometown: New York Affiliation: Government Job position: Medical examiner Education: High school diploma, BA in nursing, pre-med, MD (forensics) Children: None Positive traits: intelligent, focused, hard-working, reliable, rational  Negative traits: aloof, stubborn, arrogant, egocentric, materialistic

BIOGRAPY (tw: homophobia) (also there might be some small changes made to this still because of connections with other characters, but the basic gist is here)

Miriam was born in the orthodox Jewish community in Brooklyn, the middle of seven children. Though the apartment was cramped and fights common, her childhood (and you will struggle to get her to admit that) was not all terrible: There was a sense of belonging in her community, and the expectation that women had to get a decent education to support their families catered well to Miriam’s curious and hardworking nature. Her interest in wearing jeans and make-up and exploring the city could still be put down to simple teenage rebellion, though the more she realized she was interested in other girls in ways that were more than platonic, Miriam also understood she would have to put some distance between herself and her family.

At the back of her mind, a dream had formed: When she thought of the candidates for marriage her sisters had been presented with, the ones that had always made the biggest impression and received the most respect were doctors, though she knew there was no way her family would support this dream. Strategically, she enrolled for a BA in nursing and moved into a small room in a shared apartment while continuing to be supported by her family.

It all came crashing down when she, now living in her new world in which all was possible, kissed her then-girlfriend at a farmers’ market. Somehow, word made its way back to her family, and their support for her ended, their ties breaking entirely. From that day on, Miriam worked two jobs to finance her nursing degree, then worked hospital night shifts to finance her way through pre-med. By the time she entered medical school, she was five years older than everyone else and bone tired. From these days originate her obsession with beauty treatments and flawless make-up.

Medical school brought another reality check: Miriam was here, she acknowledged, to make money and gain respect, though her co-students usually stated “helping people” as motivation. Miriam discovered she did not have enough tact to share cancer diagnoses, nor did she care enough to take pity on diabetics who had spent their lives overconsuming soda. No, things were much easier when your patients were dead. And thus, a specialization in forensics was born.

Miriam was 35 when she finally graduated with an MD and became a medical examiner at the local police department. She did not mind night shifts or early mornings, did not mind wounds or the smell of the long-deceased. Finally, she had respect, expertise and a life on her own terms. On the topic of the conflict between the gangs, Miriam is most likely to be silent, and if pressed for an answer, you probably won't find her talking about morals. So far, Miriam's only source of her statements at work has been science, but Miriam's main goal in life is to get ahead and stay ahead. Anything that helps her achieve that aim is at best tempting and at worst her downfall. She may be religious to this day, but Mammon is definitely her second God.

Wanted & filled connections:

Partner in against crime: Someone in law enforcement Miriam gets along with well and someone she has maybe worked on cases with. Will have to put up with sarcasm and an utter lack of humor, but will be rewarded with reliability and top-notch knowledge of forensics. Can also be an overlap with friends & acquaintances in that they could also hang out outside work.

Rival: Basically the opposite of the above: A person who very much dislikes her and that Miriam dislikes in return. Whether this is an open feud or just something that lingers over their work relationship can still be plotted out.

Temptation: So far, Miriam is not corrupt, but let's be real, that is mostly because she has not been tempted enough. Maybe an offer comes along that has the potential to change that? Her expert testimony can change court cases, as Miriam will proudly tell you.

Someone her testimony has helped or harmed: For muses that have been accused of a crime - maybe Miriam was summoned to give expert testimony, and that either saved your muse or contributed to their punishment. Do they now want to get back at her or thank her?

Friends & acquaintances: Could be from them exercising together (Miriam loves running and the gym) or from general socializing (more likely for characters in the more upper echelons of New York society). Another option would be from synagogue - Nowadays Miriam is a member of a reform Judaism synagogue, but she still is very much connected to her religion.

Exes (maybe even one that got away/one that she got away from?): Someone Miriam dated anywhere between eight and twenty-four years ago. Bonus points if one of them is still kind of pining after the other.