#homicidal plans

[traumatizedjaguar]

Gentle reminder, it’s completely okay and normal to have violent and homicidal thoughts toward your abusers.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

i'm having plans...

i hate killer sans because we had beef

My liege??? HOW COULD YOU??? I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND 😭😭😭

[ivrket]

[lichilly]

“I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you.

Take me back to the night we met.”

— The Night We Met by Lord Huron

cw implied death, angst, OWWW OWWWIE OWWW

The day starts as usual.

The sun rises, birds chirping as you push open the balcony door to let the morning air in. Joseph steps out, a cigarette already between his fingers. You join him, two mugs of coffee in your hands. He takes one from you with a grateful smile, you both settle into the routine.

The day is beautiful. The suns warm embrace on your skin makes you want to linger there forever, soaking in her rays.

“What d’ya want for breakfast?” he asks, smoke curling lazily from his lips.

You ponder for a moment, imagining the taste of different dishes. “How about…pancakes?” you suggest, feeling your mouth water at the thought.

Joseph chuckles, stubbing out his cigarette and taking a final gulp of his coffee. “Pancakes it is then.”

You eat breakfast together at the table. Joseph flips through his script between bites, humming under his breath and glancing at the clock occasionally. A quiet sigh escapes him as he polishes off his plate.

He rises, placing his dirtied plate on the sink, setting his empty mug on top. He walks over to you, gently pushing your hair back and kissing your forehead.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You hum, cheeks warming from the kiss. “I’ll pick up stuff to make your favorite for dinner tonight. I know we haven’t had it in a while.”

His eyes light up, “Sounds like a plan.”

He heads towards the entryway, grabbing his jacket. He looks back at you, a smile still lingering on his lips.

“Don’t worry, filming shouldn’t take long today. I’ll be home before you know it.”

The butterflies in your stomach flutter with his words.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” you reply, eyes droopy with morning grogginess and love.

The door clicks shut behind him, you watch a moment longer. Your eyes trace over the knob, down the mysterious crack in the wood, and watch his shadowy steps fade away. A sudden uneasiness creeps in, filling your gut with a syrupy ache. The butterflies no longer flutter, their wings cut, leaving you with a heavy feeling in their place.

You try to shake it off, but the feeling lingers, the knot in your stomach tightening with each tick of the clock. Hour after hour, minute after minute, you try to distract yourself with meaningless chores. You go grab things for dinner, the hustle and bustle of the store creating a dull hum over the pit in your stomach. A weak balm that doesn’t last the second you step through the apartment door again.

Night falls, groceries left forgotten on the counter. Seconds tick by painfully slow, each one a reminder of his absence. You can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.

Joseph doesn’t return that night, or any night after that.

[ephemerasnape]

The sight that greeted Victor Rookwood as he exited the Hog's Head that fateful evening would be forever ingrained in his memory.

The street was dark and eerily quiet, and the dapper wizard had just taken a few steps outside the seedy pub before he realized something was amiss, causing him to stop abruptly and survey his surroundings.

"Lumos."

Continued below...

At first, Victor was more disoriented than anything - unsure that he could trust what he was seeing with his own eyes. The dark wizard blinked a few times in confusion before, slowly, he began to make sense of the gruesome display before him.

Heaps of... dirty rags? Someone has made rather a mess, it seems. . .

No. That's blood.

Blood and worse.

Before him was a scene of utter carnage the likes of which he'd never seen. A slaughter. The lifeless bodies of several young witches were splayed out in the middle of Spire Alley, a spectacle so macabre that even the dark wizard, well-accustomed to death, felt his stomach lurch at the sight.

A ginger witch lay eviscerated. Another's golden hair fanned around her angelic face like a halo. A brunette was positioned face down in a pool of her own blood. A strange-looking witch with odd-coloured hair... Victor shuddered as he recalled that one. He remembered her as having been particularly annoying.

And yet more still.

Sisters in death. Some he recognized outright, a vague familiarity to the rest. Their faces - doubtless once beautiful, now befouled by their own blood. Twisted limbs at grotesque angles. Internal organs now decidedly external.

Gods..

And in the center a... survivor? Victor tentatively stepped forward, perhaps even to offer a helping hand, as the pale witch clad in black gazed up at him adoringly.

"Victor.. I did it for you. For us."

Rookwood watched, horrified comprehension dawning on his face as the witch released a bloodied dagger she'd been holding. He barely registered the sound of the steel clattering to the cobblestone over the pounding of his heart.

"I love you, Victor."

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Now a video.

[townofcrosshollow]

I put garlic in the Pelican Town luau soup so Pierre fucking dies

[evilkitten3]

hokage jiraiya au where

ok wait i promise this isn't going where you think

ok so jiraiya gets tsunade back to konoha but plot twist! she tricked him bc she super doesn't want to be hokage and in fact why doesn't he just do it. "oh but the spy network" fine tsunade is spymaster now have fun being hokage idiot

anyway the actual point of this is unrelated to jiraiya, i just want naruto and sakura to travel around with tsunade and be besties (shizune sadly stays in konoha to whack jiraiya when he behaves inappropriately, which it turns out is actually great stress relief. she's on the verge of losing it and going to the dark side tho) (also naruto is learning straight from the toads instead of jiraiya. it's fine dw about it)

jiraiya mostly comes up in stories about the sannin's past or the toads talking about training or whatever, with the small exception of a running gag where he keeps finding increasingly desperate ways to try and convince tsunade to come be hokage bc this is a fucking nightmare (also orochimaru keeps sending him passive aggressive congratulations gifts. most of them bite. successfully)

[council-of-colors]

Front rn be like

Murderer, Murderer, Murderer, Sasha, Gay ass, Living Weapon, and Me

[backpackingspace]

Okay but yin yu needs a raise this yin yu is overworked that. Where is the Ling wen needs a raise content

[shadovvheart]

omg the fucking dramaaaaa

trying to stick to a new feeding schedule with my two cats and they're like

[joh-nny-c]

COME AND GET IT!

[readyforsomeslapstick]

alright, taking bets on who is holding the flashlight at the end of Ep8

I've got my money on two candidates:

either the one person who was in the Biddle house that we haven't heard from, and who was sold as a villain from the start.

or the one person who willingly walked into the Biddle house but whose plans got massively derailed by Harold's sudden appearance.

it's either Allison, the ex-girlfriend, or Nathan Bratt himself.

If I'm wrong, then Disney needs new writers.

[dont-read-this-im-dead]

to all the people who want me to be "more productive":

Let it be known that the only reason I do NOT act out my homicidal tendencies, is because I'm lazy and tired.

[emmabirb8]

I haven't even read JtHM yet, but when I saw a signed copy of Squee's Wonderful Big Giant Book of Unspeakable Horrors up for sale on Topatoco, I simply had to snag it, lol.

(Not sure what that "V" is, but I like it. It's unique. Adds character. :P)

[anxiously-going]

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[noirtek]

if you have any specific reasoning behind the age you think she is please reblog and put it in the tags!