#murder mention cw

[starsdrew]

◟ ⋆ ❛ answered meme   ; @porchkissed sent ; [ ❛    it   feels   so   good   to   be   bad.    ❜. ] for declan & mason . ( no longer accepting )

◟ ⋆ ❛ oh  .  it  was  going  to  be  one  of  those  days  ?  declan  could  already  see  the  texts  he  was  going  to  be  getting  later  that  night  .  foot  tapped  impatiently  ,  unimpressed  look  thrown  in  mason's  direction  .  this  guy  just  always  knew  how  to  ruin  his  days  .  cigarette  was  tossed  to  the  ground  ,  his  boot  pressing  on  top  of  it  to  dim  the  light  .  why  was  this  guy  always  looking  for  a  fight  ?  it  wasn't  like  he'd  ever  successfully  beat  him  .  “  you  like  that  outfit  enough  to  get  buried  in  it  ,  mason  ?  ”  he  questioned  ,  head  canting  slightly  .  would  he  actually  kill  him  ?  some  days  ,  the  blonde  considered  it  .  “  playing  around  with  two  girls  at  once  ?  you're  really  not  that  smart  .  you  better  leave  her  alone  ,  or  i'll  see  to  it  that  you  won't  see  either  of  them  again  .  that's  not  just  a  threat  ,  either  ,  sweetheart  .  that's  a  promise  .  ”  he  didn't  care  about  the  other  blonde  he  chose  to  spend  his  time  with  .  his  only  concern  was  brooklyn  ,  and  he  didn't  mess  around  when  it  came  to  her  .

[aigisthosia]

@bokketo (Asra)

First Theda donned the bespelled mask that covered her mouth and nose, which she'd had to sew herself because of course no one in this godsforsaken city understood words like 'virus,' or 'preventative measures,' or 'potentially airborne.' Hell, she was still trying to get most of her fellow wizards to comprehend what 'quarantine' was and the circumstances under which it was advisable. It was only with the support of Lord Giancarlo, head of the Curia, that she'd been able to convince the idiots in charge -- well, mostly idiots -- to keep poor Jehanne Pelletier in the Mirador, isolated and under Theda's care, rather than sending the girl back to her parents down in the city to recover or die as fate willed. Jehanne was only a servant, after all, and neither the court nor the Cabalines were much concerned about her.

The mask was followed by gloves; those, at least, Theda had been able to buy already sewn and simply cast the necessary spells upon. Until she succeeded in working out the mode of transmission for this disease, Theda's protocol was to take all the usual measures to prevent herself from contracting it, too. And working out the mode of transmission was going to take some time, as the virus currently spreading throughout Jehanne's body was completely unfamiliar.

Even the symptoms were strange. Cough and fever, of course, were common to many diseases, but the bright red sclerae, almost as though Jehanne were hemorrhaging inside her eyeballs, were something Theda had never seen before in anyone, living or dead. It had been that which had caught Theda's attention in the first place, three days ago when the girl had come to Theda's door with the usual morning tea and toast. Some gentle questioning had elicited a few more symptoms: that Jehanne had been very tired for the past few days -- bones of lead, as she'd put it; that since getting out of bed that morning she'd felt weak in the legs and shaky in the hands; and that her eyes, then still on the border between red and pink, were itching her terribly. Then and there, Theda had decided to fight for a chance to quarantine and treat the girl, rather than see her sent home to sicken further and pass on whatever was ailing her to other residents of the city.

Her protective garments now in place, she pushed open the door to the sick room and entered, carrying a pot of willow bark tea and a small jar of ginger-infused honey. "Jehanne," she said softly, calling witchlight rather than lighting a lamp, "are you awake?"

"Yes," came Jehanne's answer, though the girl's voice was hoarse and weak.

Theda set down her tray and then rested one gloved hand against Jehanne's forehead. The girl was still burning up, despite the fact that Theda had been dosing her with willow bark for almost two days now. But this fever was proving to be stubborn, and Theda didn't know where to even begin treating the bleeding in the girl's eyes. She hadn't felt this helpless in the face of sickness in a long, long time.

Thankfully, the mask was good for more than just protecting Theda from disease. It also concealed her expression -- her gritted teeth, the frustrated turn of her mouth. If she'd been home, been back in Kekropia where she belonged, she could have taken samples of blood and spit from Jehanne and then, for the purposes of preventing an outbreak, simply burned the virus out of Jehanne's body with raw magic if she'd had to. Here, she couldn't even cast a spell to ward off the poor girl's fever-induced nightmares without the risk of being executed for heresy.

Enough, Theda told herself. If you were home, they'd be lighting the pyre there, too. You deserted. You'll never be welcome back, no matter what Gemma Parsifal might have said in those dreadful letters of hers.

Carefully, she helped Jehanne sit up against the pillows to drink her first glass of tea. The girl made a face as she sipped -- understandable; willow bark always tasted woody and bitter, no matter how much honey you put in it -- but drank it down obediently anyway, because she was a good girl at heart and because she'd come to trust Theda over the past three years.

Stitching up a wound, splinting a broken finger, making salve to soothe a burn, brewing a tonic to fight pain -- these things had bought Theda a measure of goodwill among some of the Mirador's servants. Though Theda would admit, if only to herself, that her motives had not been not purely altruistic. Defector or not, she was still a Eusebian in the stronghold of the Cabalines, and as she had no desire to put her soul in hock to the Mirador the way Thaddeus and Eric had done, it had been prudent for her to obtain a reliable source of gossip. Servants always saw and heard more than their masters thought they did, and if things were about to go bad, Theda had been angling for some warning. The Cabalines liked to burn their scapegoats, and Theda would always rather run than die.

"Maselle Médecin," Jehanne rasped, "are my eyes much worse? They still hurt dreadfully."

Maselle Médecin. Miss Physician; that was what the servants Theda treated had started calling her. Perhaps it was easier for them to say than Maselle Aigisthosia, since it wasn't as though any of them knew much Kekropian. It wasn't really accurate; Theda was highly knowledgeable about the human body, yes, and could treat a number of diseases and injuries, but she'd never sworn the Physician's Oath. She'd been a wizard of the Bastion, after all, and the Bastion had no use for anyone who had made a vow to do no harm or injustice. But it wasn't as though the chirurgeons of Marathat swore any oath at all, because there wasn't a single medical college in the whole backwards country, so Theda took it in the spirit in which it was intended -- as a mark of respect and no small amount of trust.

Drawing her magnifying lens from beneath her shirt, where it hung on a chain -- the small one; she'd had to leave the large one behind when she'd fled the Bastion -- she exhaled onto it and sketched a sigil into the fog left by her breath, activating the spell. With barely a thought, she pulled one of her witchlights closer and made it brighter so that she get a good look at Jehanne's left eye.

She didn't need to say anything; even masked, Jehanne was able to read the answer from the furrow between Theda's brows, and the girl's own face fell. The bleeding was no better. If anything, it was worse.

"I wish a knew how you'd contracted this," Theda said. "No one else in the Mirador has gotten sick." Yet. "And you've said you can't recall seeing anyone with red eyes when you were last in the city." With a frown, she continued, "You had several bug bites when I examined you, and fleas sometimes carry the plague, but this isn't plague. This is something else. Something new to me." She squeezed Jehanne's hand. "But I'll do everything I can to find an effective treatment," she said, hoping her tone was sufficiently reassuring. "I promise. I won't stand by and watch you die."

Death had stalked the halls of the Mirador this past week, and Theda was sick of it -- not sick in the body, no, but as sick in the heart as she'd ever been. When she wasn't with Jehanne, she was holed up in her room, doing the best she could with her limited equipment to unravel the secret of Jehanne's virus. She'd thrown herself into the work, in part because she knew that she was in all likelihood the only real hope poor Jehanne had, but just as much because it was a distraction.

Right now, Theda needed a distraction. If she kept her focus on treating her patient and looking for a cure, she could forget for a little while her last sight of Gideon -- the ugly mark where Isaac Garamond's garrote had bitten into his neck, his torn and bloody fingernails, his dark, swollen face. Theda knew death, intimately and up close, and she knew that her friend's last moments had been filled with agony and fear.

[tierra-paldeana]

// you know your florian's story is gonna be fucking tight(tm) when it starts off like this

[roseguided-arch]

alys just poisoning grover tully? no, he prob did something to piss her off right before she was gonna feed him some concoction so she got on top of him and smothered him with a pillow

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

I think sun should be allowed to snap the neck of one shitty parent. As a treat.

"Oh if only!" they sighed dramatically.

Sun???

[twilightsage]

Royal Family Headcanon dump

The leading royal to be, Queen or King, is decided not by gender but by birth order. It is always the first born heir. If for some reason the first born is unable to produce a natural born heir, and is unwilling to adopt an heir from infancy, they are required to abdicate the throne for the next born child.

Royals can willfully abdicate if they feel they are unfit for duty or think their sibling is better suited. See Dante Abrahos Hyrule II, who abdicated his role due to the overwhelming responsibility of being king during conflict, to become Duke of Faron, and later fully becoming estranged. He has his own bloodline, but it isn't tracked by the Royal family due to the "embarrassment" of the would be king being considered a coward.

The only person in the last 5 generations to marry into the family for love was Dante Abrahos Hyrule I, who married and courted 'Eva' Zelda Hyrule IV with his whole heart, and he tragically passed after their second born was brought into the world.

A royal name is not necessarily a given name, it can be, but it is just a name from the history of the family (or family being married into the royal family) to be passed on. An incoming royal can choose to immortalize their own family into the Royal bloodline, or to honor their forbearers. Most choose whatever would get them into the good graces of their In-Law.

The secondborn child is a Duke or Marquess of Territories within Hyrule. Acting essentially as a governor or governess. If there are no secondborns, and the previous generation has passed, it's an appointed title.

The qualifier digit after the name is dictated by the royal name they wield not necessarily their given name. Andros Willius Hyrule II was already named after his grandfather-in-law, being Andros of Faron. But the 'Second' is dictated by the given name Willius. Oraiya Zelda Hyrule VII, is the 7th Zelda.

Royals in this timeline are also called by their royal name. Oraiya Zelda Hyrule is Princess Zelda. Dante Abrahos Hyrule was King Abrahos. Kazakk Daphnes Hyrule was King Daphnes. and so On

Miriam Zelda was the first Queen to die before her husband, dying during the birth of her firstborn.

Delilah of Snowpeak had an affair with a visiting Zora ambassador and fled, nearly causing a war between Hylians and Zora. Miphos and Daphnes dueled "for her hand" and Miphos was killed. The loveless marriage ended with the murder of her husband and then herself.

Daltus Regis Hyrule V was known as the Boy King. Being only 15 when he took the throne due to the tragedy that preceded him.

The royal blooded parent gets to decide the name of their child. This is a tradition broken by Kazakk Daphnes Hyrule IV, who chose instead to name his first child after Sheikah ancestors. Met with such backlash and outrage he "Allowed" his wife to name their son.

Kazakk of the Sheikah and Antoi of Akkala can choke tbh

[storybounded]

Cat after reading the starter:

[dropsofjupitcr]

@lcve0n asked: sender kills someone to protect receiver

 ˖ ✶  Isaac had told Collin he'd be fine walking home alone - they had been out for a few hours now and Isaac needed to study and couldn't stay at the bar any longer. And it wasn't that long of a walk and he would have absolutely been fine if he would at least pay attention to his surroundings. Because not too long after he left, someone had backed him into a corner two blocks down. "Better be careful, baby. I'm sure there are plenty of guys around here willing to take advantage of you. Luckily for me I get you first." The words were whispered in his ear, the others teeth latching onto Isaac's earlobe and giving a not so gentle tug.

"I-" Isaac tried to say something about Collin when the others lips covered his own, hands being gripped and held against the cement wall. "C-Collin..." His eyes widened, seeing the man with a lethal look on his face behind the guy pinning him to the wall. "Name's Adam, baby." The male smirked, "You'll do your best to remember that when you're screaming my name."

Another time of being cut off from speaking, though this time it was because Collin had stepped forward stabbing the man. Flecks of blood spraying across Isaac's face. "C-Collin stop!" That was clearly futile because Collin had just kept going until the man's lifeless body slumped forward onto him and Isaac pushed the body away quickly before immediately turning away and throwing up.

"Holy fuck. Holy shit." He felt cold. He had just watched his professor ... boyfriend... kill someone. "What the fuck..." His breathing picked up, taking a step back from Collin. "What the fuck did you do!?"

[trapton]

creating a dave miller 2.0 verse where afton never marries/has kids and was just likes killing people / building insane robots, lmfao - mostly for @gateway31 & i's ship-verse, but just for funsies so more people can ship w. afton before he becomes absolutely bonkers in the brain, & uhhhh -- also as per discussions w. nicole about willry development i am willing to discuss their divorce moving up from my main canon for certain ship-verses, to make shipping a bit more accessible.

[hasmephydoneanythingwrong]

“haha, they don’t know about my-“

“you piece of shit i’ll fucking kill you”

[mysteryofthetoilet]

@shirobake

when people would observe hanako whilst interacting with others, one might think that he was a ghost, who saw lots of fun things and positives about being dead. he didn't have to take care of chores, classes and homework the same way other school children did, and the way he was always rather mischievous made him appear frivolous.

and there were absolutely things about school he could easily do without, but if it really came down to it, hanako would probably have picked a normal attendance any day. some days when observing the kids playing around in the courtyards and friends hanging out in clubs after school, he couldn't help but feel a bit envious. but in the end he accepted being an entity that didn't officially exist as part of the school roster, isolated, and bound to be feared and loathed. it was only right for someone like him.

"no rest for the wicked," he hummed to himself with a sigh, looking down at a class of students having a p.e class in the courtyard. despite the season it was a reasonably fine day. the sun falling down upon the rooftop was shining through his body, and the railing his arms were folded to rest on was slightly visible through his torso.

another heavy sigh emerged as he slumped down a bit over his arms. thinking himself alone on the rooftop space (why wouldn't he be? classes were in sessions at the academy) his musings continued.

"well, even if i tried to befriend any of them, it's not like they'd want to be friends with a murderer anyway."

[roseguided-arch]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘. after the events of last night, with the mayors daughter & her boyfriend, she had come to view him in a different light than before. what has changed so much since their last time seeing one another or even before that, after the games when she got sent home & he got punished for what he did to save her ? no matter how hesitant she was, the songbird knew she would always have some place in her heart for him. because he saved her from the arena, from the bombs. coriolanus had broken so many rules for her, but lucy gray knew when not to keep wool over her eyes. knew when to say enough was enough & this might just be it ! ( why does some part of her yearn for coriolanus to choose good over evil ? maybe it’s because she wants to believe he’s capable of choosing something else over himself. )

@dictatorose said, " I WOULD DO IT ALL AGAIN IF I COULD HOLD YOU FOR A MINUTE. "

he speaks & it catches the young woman off guard, body turning to face him. shoulders are tense, but hands hold themselves relaxed at her side. lucy gray feels a rock in her stomach. he didn’t kill them for her, did he ? as much hell as the mayors daughter had put her through, lucy gray hadn’t wanted her dead. not really. ❛ what happened last night, you didn’t do such-a thing for me, did you ? ❜ asked steadily, void of accusations for fear of upsetting him. ❛ ‘cause . . what you did, coryo, it scared me. ❜ hand rests against her midsection, feeling the tightness there with the waver of her voice. ❛ i don’t wanna be scared of you. ❜ head gives a small shake, tears prickling her eyes & making them burn. a breeze rushes gently through the meadow, branches ruffle.

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

sleep talking "According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground." {Toughie @ Darnell}

"... If you were literally anyone else, I'd be smotherin' your ass right now."

DARNELL NO-

[storybounded]

@wolfpackmuses liked for a starter ( Eddie! )

"Uh...Fire away, What do you need to know?" The actor had recently attended a massive party the other day, filled with a mix of famous toons, both 2d and cgi, alongside actual people. However, the event took quite a dark turn within the venue. A gunshot echoed, leaving behind a body amongst the chaos of screams.

Scott was STILL shaken, as he was speaking to the victim before they were felled.

[flownintothesun]

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    🚫 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 — 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤/𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬? / 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨!

                                ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ( @dutyworn )

       𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 since he was fifteen and helped his boss kill the previous boss — and honestly? By now it’s a hell of a habit and it’s one that’ll be pretty hard to draw him away from. I think cigarettes are probably the closest thing he allows himself to a comfort object and it’s kind of a socially accepted one too. Doesn’t make him look ‘weak’ in his opinion. If anything, it only adds to the kind of badass Mafia ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe he tries to give off. If he’s stressed, catch him reaching for a cigarette and likely chain smoking. As for drinking, he drinks wine and limoncello among other things, but he’s not a big pleasure / party drinker so much as it’s just a cultural thing to enjoy a glass here and there. Too much would go to his head and make him less efficient at his job.

[chishigure]

I just learned today that some fucker legit murdered a friend of mine. This all happened apparently a couple of days ago and then yesterday my friend's family had to pull the plug. Unfortunately my friend wasn't going to make it either way. But still. I'm so pissed that I want to cry and yell and all I have right now are death wishes to the asshole who legit murdered my friend.

I pray the literal murderer rots in hell and prison. My friend did not deserve this at all!