#police are often violent sadists

[scottguy]

Also funny how police departments often refuse to or delay releasing body cam footage because they know it makes them look terrible.

Departments just tolerate it and make the taxpayers pay for the cops' unconscionable choices.

#ACAB

Funny how the cameras turn off right before someone is murdered.

[erinawritesheadcanons2]

Hello, could we have headcanons for Knockout with a human s/o? ❤️+🔪

Knockout, Breakdown, Airachnid with Human Assassin S/O

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A/N: Hello there Anon, I hope you do not mind that I am adding Airachnid and Breakdown for the headcanon. Also, I hope you don't mind with some gore, violence, and profanities because let's face it. Almost all of the Decepticons are violent and they are not human-friendly like Autobot.

Gender: Neutral

Warning: Profanities, Gore and Violence.

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Knockout

Because Knockout is a Decepticon and if you have seen the clip he was going to mutilate Smokescreen, you know Knockout is a huge sadist and not like other medics.

Knockout will love learning about human anatomy and if he's a human. He would definitely kidnap tons of people just for his science project.

I can see he finds your job interesting, especially since you are an assassin. He also thinks you're kind of job is hot, he often watches those action movies where Assassin do many tricks.

He does think you are badass like those assassins in the movies. Knockout also gonna ask you about your job like what kind of weapon you use to kill people. How did you not get caught by the police yet?

Literally thinks if you are an assassin, you are wearing revealing clothing from the movie WHICH IS NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. He would ask you if you wear those kinds of clothes and you had to explain not all assassins wear revealing clothes.

In his human form, sometimes would help you make those dangerous chemical liquids or poisons for you to use in case you need a weapon that cannot be discovered by the police.

Also sometimes helping you clean your choice of weapons and sanitise them from any fingerprints in case you forgot to wear your gloves after murdering someone.

Knockout might be a deception but he is definitely your biggest supporter if he knows that you are an assassin. Especially if you are an assassin that can hack into a system, definitely simping you like there is no tomorrow.

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The sounds of the siren blaring in the night as there are tapes surrounding the room from the small apartment. Inside the room, there are two bodies laying on the floor one of them has foam coming out from the guy's mouth. The first victim is an old man with thick, light grey coloured hair that is styled back and a pair of thick eyebrows. 

The second victim was covered with her own blood with a bullet piercing through her abdomen and her chest. The girl has straight, mid-back-length black hair with long bangs as well as a pair of lilac eyes that are wide open. No one knows who was the murderer behind the grandpa and the granddaughter.

But what the police were not aware of is a pair of (E/C) eye colours that are watching from far away with a pair of binoculars as the police still investigating the murder scene. (Y/N) (L/N) could not help but scoff in amusement seeing the polices still searching for her/him/them.

(Y/N)'s phone suddenly rings out of nowhere and they/her/she immediately picks it up, presses the green button and places the screen of the phone near (Y/N)'s mouth to speak to the caller behind it. "Sweetspark, is your mission going well?" A sound of a certain red Decepticons purrs from the phone. "Yeah, the poison that you made for me works really fast. That old man immediately went to hell," you said.

It was silent for a moment but soon there were sounds of deep rumbling laughter from behind the phone. Knockout was amused with your answer, proud that you hadn't been caught by the police that you just murdered two people in one night. "Good job, sweetspark. Do you need anything once you go back? "I forgot to wear my gloves. Could you sanitize my weapon and make me a new chemical stuff again for me to kill other people?" You ask. "Right away, princess/prince/sweetspark~" and the call ended there.

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Breakdown

Breakdown is a lowkey sadist and not as sadist as Knockout. I know you would say I'm wrong because he likes to swing his hammer around and he likes to destroy stuff.

I'm saying this if he only gets the satisfaction of killing when using his hammer or with the action but operating humans and squashing them with his feet or mutilating them? He is disgusted.

He does think your job is cool too, like Knockout but he only gets interested in the action, like 'So...how do you kill your target? Do you use a knife or....use a gun?'

In his holoform (In the human version), definitely have a grabby hand and would try all of your weapons, even the smallest one and ask you how to use them.

Let him use the weapon but guide him. If you don't let him, definitely going to be super annoyed at you and then give you the silent treatment like a kid.

I can see he does watch those action movies where there is a cool assassin together with Knockout when he had his free time in there but unlike knockout. He's just interested in the method of the killer on how killing their target

Breakdown also would love to help you but instead in the background like Knockout. He would help you in action to kill another human.

Also helping you as he uses a disguise to lure the target with his holoform before so you had more time or a chance to kill the target and help you hide inside of him when he is in his alt form.

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The stars decorate the sky as well as the moon and the lights that decorate the city. Even though it was midnight, the city is as still as lively with many people going home from their working place or going to the bar to enjoy the blaring sound and move their bodies around to the beat of the song.

A young teenager with messy, almost spiky black hair that appears to grow backwards and flow upward could be seen walking in the alleyway and a cigarette in his mouth. His dull green eyes did not see another person standing close to him with a pair of (E/C) eye colours as well as Yellow eye colour from far away.

The male quickly throws the cigarette away as he feels the smoke from the cigs stuck inside of his throat and expectorates the remains, feeling bitter because of the small object. A pair of large hands is placed on top of the man's shoulder, making the young teenager looks up to see Breakdown's holoform.

"Hey ya, buddy. You should be careful in here," Breakdown's gruff voice could be heard.

"Piss off. What the fuck do you need," the young boy glares at Breakdown.

"Hey, no need to be rude. I'm just doing a favour for you because if you turn around. There is someone dangerous.." Breakdown points with his index finger.

Once the young teenager turns around, the last thing he sees was a pair of (E/C) eyes and a wicked smile across his face. Since the two of them are deep in the alleyway, no one heard the sound of a bat hitting the person's head as blood began spewing out from the person's head and lay on the cold concrete floor.

(Y/N) looks up at Breakdown's holoform before they/her/she places their/her/his arm around him and pulls Breakdown closer into your embrace. "Thanks, for helping me kill him, sweet spark. I will tell my boss that I did the job." "It was no problem, I'm just glad I can see you in action~" The corner of Breakdown's lips tugged upwards as he tightened his arms around you.

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Airachnid

Hooo boy, good luck with having a bigger sadist as your romantic partner. Airachnid is much worse than Knockout and Breakdown so you had to be on your feet every second.

Airachnid definitely thinks your job is not only fascinating but also very useful for her cause. Especially if you are an assassin that can hack into any computer system.

Would often ask you for your help to hack into the Nemesis system when you had some free time or watch you stabbing your target with such fascination.

In her holoform or in her human form, she would definitely ask you if she can borrow the corpse that you just stab with like it was nothing before bringing the corpse into her lab.

Airachnid definitely going to run several tests and mutilate the corpse like it was nothing, she's not disturbed at all. Nope, it's actually you who got disturbed by her weird fetish with a dead body.

Well dating her as an assassin has also had its own perks despite it being really disturbing. She would definitely help you kill your target because of how silent she is as the target would get tortured in the most gruesome way in the action as she hides in the shadows as the target are unaware she is near.

Definitely lets you borrow her weapon when you need to kill someone and thinks it was hot as she watches you kill somebody else without mercy.

She definitely helps in the back and also in the action whenever you two need to kill a certain target. Tho, you cannot always trust her because she only helps you if you do what she wants in exchange.

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It was peaceful in the forest and the only sounds inside of the wilderness are the sound of the frogs as well as the crickets. However, that peace and silence did not last long enough until there was the sound of a footstep running with a raging breath coming out from the scared old woman.

The woman has wavy chest-length ash-blonde hair that is tied in braided into a ponytail and a pair of hazel eyes. It was hard for her to keep running away from the certain person with (E/C) eye colour and (H/C) Hair colour who would always be hidden among the darkness and the shadows.

"HELP!!! ANYONE, PLEASE HELP ME!" The woman squeaks in fear and continues running away.

The girl did not have enough strength and not seeing the small rock in front of her, causing the woman to trip and fall over. It was so painful that the girl screams in pain, holding her twisted and bleeding ankles. Her eyes would look around, trying to find anything that can help her to get away from a certain killer.

The ground suddenly shook plus with a booming sound next to the old woman. This causes the woman to look up immediately to see a giant robot that has an appearance like a giant spider as well as a pair of lavender eyes with magenta armour. On her servo, there are certain people with (E/C) eye colour and (H/C) hair colour grinning at their/her/his next victim. "Found you..." you said.

The forest was immediately surrounded by the sound of anguish from the certain old blonde woman and the ground was surrounded by the blood of the dying woman. One of Airachnid's small legs was coated with blood as Airachnid looked at you with a smug smile. "I killed her first, you're too late using your gun," she makes fun of you. "Yeah whatever congrats," you roll your eyes at your cybertronian girlfriend.

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[self-loving-vampire]

While on that subject, one of the stories about abuse that resonated the most with me (besides Tsukihime, which is also about a ton of other things) is the short manga titled May My Father Die Soon.

Part of this is that it avoids the "perfect victim" narrative I complained about the other night (although not to the same extent as some other characters I know).

Spoilers and discussions of child abuse (including a couple of personal things) below the cut.

Asuka is obviously the sympathetic party, but the abuse coming her way is not depicted as just random outbursts with no rhyme or reason like in some other stories. Abusers like that do exist, to be clear, but my experience was more with violence as a tool to coerce and attempt to shape behavior.

The abuser often has some kind of excuse for what they're doing. Something that helps them convince themselves that what they are doing is right and proper, maybe even necessary. It doesn't mean their behavior is good, but it means there's a logic to it that the victim comes to understand and navigate.

The first time we really witness what Asuka's home situation is like is when she neglects her chores to play video games with her sister.

Hitting children for not doing the laundry is wrong, but it is something that a lot of abusive parents would find to be justified. They think they are teaching their children discipline and virtuous behavior when they do that. They think they are preventing their children from becoming spoiled and lazy.

Sometimes people are even abused after doing things that are legitimately wrong, but this does not justify the abuse. It's a type of nuance that is missing from depictions in which the abuser is just a gleeful sadist who just hates their victim and enjoys hurting them.

A lot of these parents think they are doing the right thing and use violence as a means rather than an end. After stomping on his own daughter he refers to what he just did as "discipline" and acts as if it's just a burdensome duty he has to deal with rather than an act of violence he inflicted on an actual human being.

He is also quick to pull out the "I give you food and shelter so be eternally grateful and always obey me" card.

Which is, again, something I have heard expressed by multiple authoritarian parents both in my personal life and online. "I pay the bills so they must do everything I say" or "I am a good parent because I do the legal minimum to provide for them".

I also like how Asuka does not react to her abuse in a perfectly meek and submissive way like the "perfect victim" archetype usually does. She not only eventually contemplates patricide out of desperation but also shares her sister's anger even if she tries to put on a more "role model-like" front about it.

She hates how she's being treated, and she even lashes out against her sister and feels disgusted with herself afterwards. It's very different from the depictions where the victim only has "nice" and endearing symptoms like low self-esteem.

The scene in which she tries to get help from the law only for her to be dismissed (her father is a respected and influential person) and punished for it also carries a sort of despair that I'm very familiar with.

One of the times my mother came to sleep in my room because my father was being violent (I used to protect her from him) I naively suggested calling the police. She said it would only provoke him into potentially lethal escalation and that the police would not act unless he did something extreme, like killing or hospitalizing someone. Hearing that from an experienced lawyer would have been pretty chilling if I had not already been dissociating for years at that point, but the information and its implications sank in regardless of how I felt about it.

He was a rich business administrator and CEO considered a good and successful person in the adult world. He once even mockingly dared me to call the police on him, knowing nothing would come out of it.

The only reason I still bothered to fight back against him physically is because I did not care about myself enough not to at that time. Might as well inconvenience and hurt him if I'm fucked either way.

Her father then proceeds to draft her into his company (hey that seems like a very specific and unusual thing but it also happened to me!) in a way that further highlights the way in which his behavior is actually in accord with authoritarian parenting norms.

His reasoning is that he's not going to just give her handouts. She needs to work for a living. This sounds reasonable to a lot of people, who worry about "spoiling" their children by being too generous in providing for them without demanding effort, but here we can see the ways in which it tightens the leash.

She can't decide on her own future and is impeded in independently financing her escape because her finances are going to be dependent on him and his approval.

This is something that a lot of people actually miss when thinking about the children of abusive but wealthy parents. You don't actually have free access to your parents' resources. You have purely conditional access that relies on pleasing them and conforming to their wishes. Meanwhile, they have an increased level of reach, resources, and respectability to prevent you from escaping.

Another heartbreaking bit is how the abuse has become so life-defining for her that she doesn't really know what she wants to do with herself. The one wish she can think of is just not being abused anymore.

She is eventually forbidden from freely leaving the house entirely, and while sexually abusing her again he once again makes it explicit that he considers her property...

And when the subject of Hotaru (Asuka's younger sister) comes up, he goes on a monologue that those of us who defied authoritarian parents may be familiar with.

The whole "I have been too nice but it only made you spoiled (as proven by your defiance) so from now on I'm going to hurt and control you more" thing.

And he also drops this line.

To an authoritarian parent, disobedience of any kind to any degree is a deadly sin that must be beaten out of children as if they were dogs in training. If you read conservative parenting "experts" like James Dobson you can even find them saying this kind of thing explicitly.

I also like that Hotaru provides a different, also resonant exploration of how someone might react to abuse in addition to Asuka. Even after being hit to the point of bleeding by her father, she remains willful and tries to hold on to her own independence even if obedience would hurt less.

And, like Asuka, she's not a Perfect Victim either. She is the one who helps finish her own father off after all (after being given a lecture on rehabilitation no less). The conversation she has with her sister regarding worker ants also shows she is interested in her own autonomy and leisure to a degree that would be considered "spoiled" by a lot of people. She should aspire to be a hard worker who pleases others at the cost of her own happiness like her older sister was raised to do, right?

I especially like that she's wearing an "I love myself <3" T-shirt during the scene in which she rejects the efforts to beat her into submission as well as Asuka's recommendation to give in and obey. Kind of heavy-handed, but cute.

I also like the flashback that shows that there was once a time Asuka's parents were kind to her and she sincerely loved them.

Children are in a situation where they are strongly predisposed towards loving their parents by default and need to be loved back. It often takes a lot to change that. Some people, like Hotaru, change pretty early on while others try to cling to this need for a lot longer.

This is complicated by the fact that the parents may start out "kind" until their children start disobeying them, at which point they turn increasingly violent and controlling.

Asuka eventually realizes that she will never be truly happy if her life revolves around being her father's property. That even if she was to hollow herself out into exactly the kind of obedient doll he wants her to be she will be miserable. With no options left to escape, she becomes suicidal.

This leads to a panel that is like... pretty much straight-up an exact conversation I have had before.

"I provide. I have money that you benefit from. Your life is way better than that of poor people. You should be grateful and do everything I say." again.

Like paying the bills mean they own you and can do as they please.

It really feels like a good understanding of not just the victims involved but also of this type of abuser as well, and even now I get the impression that if I had failed to think of a plan for how to escape them my own situation could have also ended up with a murder, a suicide, or both even though I'm not a violent person at all. The desperation as all of your peaceful options are cut off is very real.

I'm really happy it did not come to that in my case, but I still did many things that a "perfect victim" would not be allowed to, like becoming manipulative and deceiving my parents for the sake of escaping. I don't feel guilty about it either, and eventually lost much of my sense of empathy (oddly, this happened after I had already gotten away).

So even though I did not actually kill my abuser I still relate to characters who end up doing that, because to me it feels like a bad ending I was this close to getting despite not really wanting that to happen.

Anyway, I feel really seen and understood by this story to a much greater degree than I do in more sanitized, black and white stories about abuse in which the victims never do anything remotely bad and the abusers are moral aberrations who just enjoy hurting people for fun.

[ogradyfilm]

Recently Viewed: Trap

[The following review contains MINOR SPOILERS; YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!]

Never let the two lives touch.

Trap is a film about identity. Its narrative revolves around the masks that we wear in public, the “true” faces that we reveal in our most private moments, and the reconciliation between these conflicting personae—finding one’s “authentic” self somewhere in the synthesis.

Protagonist Cooper—alias The Butcher, a.k.a. “that freakin’ nutjob that goes around chopping people up”—is both a doting father and a sadistic serial killer. While it’s tempting to dismiss his awkward pantomime of domestic bliss as a mere charade, however, his love for his family is just as genuine as his obsession with his macabre “hobby.” Thus, when he finds himself in the middle of an elaborate sting operation (“This whole concert is a trap!”), he must choose which half of his fractured psyche he values more: would he rather embrace his violent compulsions… or enjoy some quality time with his daughter?

Josh Hartnett excels in the lead role, effortlessly conveying the complex, contradictory facets of his character’s personality—from his cold, calculating cruelty as he seizes control of the chaotic situation to his increasing desperation and irrationality as the metaphorical noose tightens around his neck to his repressed guilt and self-loathing when his sins are finally exposed. M. Night Shyamalan’s direction is equally superb, utilizing split diopter lenses, disorienting Dutch angles, and unnervingly intimate P.O.V. shots (even during basic scene coverage) to craft an atmosphere that is simultaneously spectacularly maximalist and suffocatingly claustrophobic. The early sequence in which Cooper slowly realizes that he’s inadvertently blundered straight into a veritable spider’s web of police officers and federal agents is a particularly impressive marriage of performance and visual storytelling.

Trap is far from perfect: the tone is goofy as hell (which is at least partially intentional), the plot is built on a tenuous foundation of contrivance and coincidence, and the dialogue is often unwieldy and unnatural. When the movie is firing on all cylinders, though, it’s difficult to care about such superficial flaws. Lean, efficiently crafted, and immaculately structured, it evokes the trashy thrillers of the mid-2000s—and honestly, the scariest thing about it is that it makes me nostalgic for that caliber of cinematic quality.

[bookworm-with-coffee]

Dancing With Death ~ Pt. 2. . .

(John Mitchell x Reader)

(A/N); Hello and welcome back to Dancing With Death! I present to you the second instalment! Please note, it's my first time writing proper smut, so I'm really sorry if it sucks!! Otherwise, enjoy!! ❤❤

Plot; When a human is invited to live with the gang, things get rather complicated for one John Mitchell...

Pairings; John Mitchell x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings; mature themes, violence, blood, coarse language, angst, smut (18+)

Part One

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Fate is rarely kind to those who tempt it. There is always a price to pay in the end.

The days drifted onwards, neither you or Mitchell caring to mention the almost-kiss you'd shared. Despite this, it was all you could think about. The way his gaze was so loving, his laugh, his confession in that hushed Irish accent. It gave you blissful goosebumps. But, those lips. So close, yet so far. You'd often imagined the feeling of him kissing you, the closest thing being that accidental brush. Tingles lingered where his lips had touched. It was so light and–

"(Y/n) (L/n), are you paying attention??", your teacher's voice rang out, shocking you from your thoughts.

"Pardon?", you sputtered. Your classmates giggled amongst themselves.

"Keep your attention in the here and now, Miss (L/n)", he reprimanded, before drawing his attention to the screen at the front of the room. It was going to be a very long morning for not just yourself.

Mitchell was working until noon at the hospital, bustling around in a hurry. Almost everywhere there was a spillage of some kind. It was unending for the poor vampire. And it was about to get worse.

A familiar head of blonde hair was weaving its way through the crowds, an exasperated sigh leaving the Irishman. "Ah, Mitchell", the older male greeted his acquaintance.

"Herrick", Mitchell returned, leaning on his mop.

"Don't look so unimpressed. I'll be needing word, if you don't mind?". With reluctance, Mitchell decided he'd entertain Herrick for a few moments, nodding silently. To anyone watching, Mitchell was a cleaner being questioned by a Police Officer. The head of the local department to be exact. Nothing out of the question there.

Their usual place to chat was the hospital canteen, Herrick ordering a coffee rather than the crappy hot chocolate that was made for him the last time. "What do you want? I work for a living", Mitchell ground out, staring the older man down from across their chosen table. Herrick was unintimidated by his counterpart, sipping his coffee without much care.

"I'm rather disappointed that you've forgotten", Herrick sighed. "Seth certainly hasn't".

"Seth is an arsehole", Mitchell shot back with a shrug.

"That's hardly news to the world, Mitchell. I'm talking about a very alarming incident. You know which one I'm referring to". The raven haired male narrowed his eyes for a moment before responding,

"What of it?".

"Your playing human, restricting your food habits is fine with me. But, taking it upon yourself to restrict others of our kind? That's just selfish", the blonde chided. "To make things worse, she now knows our secret".

"It's under control". Herrick's brows rose in intrigue.

"You must really trust this woman to be so sure of yourself", he mused. "Who is she to you, Mitchell? A colleague? A lover??". His eyes lit up with his next suggestion. "Your flatmate??".

"It's not your concern", Mitchell responded, irking Herrick into a laugh.

"Who's sick, sadistic idea was it then??", he asked, leaning across the table with a wolfish grin. "Gods, you must be suffering being so close to a human. Then again, you've always enjoyed being God's punching bag, haven't you?". The Irishman glowered, chewing the inside of his bottom lip. A violent delight flashed in Herrick's piercing blue gaze as it trailed over Mitchell's expression. "You've thought about it, haven't you? Plunging your fangs into her soft flesh, drinking the sweetness of her hot blood". Mitchell shifted uncomfortably, his gaze darting away from Herrick's in shame. "Letting that divine warmth trickle down your chin, finally satisfying the beast inside".

"Get to the point already", Mitchell snapped.

"You know what I want from you and it's all completely voluntary".

"To join your little 'army'? You really think this revolution is going to work, don't you?", he scoffed.

"I know it's going to work. We're high in number now, Mitchell. It's only a matter of time", Herrick insisted. "We want you back. I certainly do".

"And what if I did join you, Herrick?", Mitchell challenged. "Hypothetically. What would become of my life then?".

"Your friends are hardly our focus, Mitchell. We're using our gift to help people", the blonde huffed. "If you join us, I'll leave them be".

"Just like that?", Mitchell retorted. "So unlike you".

"Your friends are of no concern to me. One is a floating spirit, the other can't hope to lay a paw on me unless the moon is full and the last? Well, we all know how fragile humans are". Herrick tugged at his shoulders, taking another sip of his coffee. "If you're that worried for her, I can guarantee that she won't be harmed".

Mitchell's gaze narrowed in silent contemplation, suddenly widening at the sound of your voice. "Mitchell?", you called to him from the doorway of the canteen, a sense of horror filling him. You couldn't be here, not now. Herrick's grin widened, his charm switching on. The blonde smelt your scent from where he sat, recognising it as the same sweet smell he'd detected on Seth.

The Irishman stood, his counterpart following suit. You could tell something wasn't right, but the both of you stayed silent when you strayed into the room to embrace your friend. Herrick eyed you keenly, your eyes then falling onto him expectantly. "Well, Mitchell. Aren't you going to introduce us?", he chuckled.

"(Y/n), meet William Herrick", Mitchell's voice remained unenthusiastic. "Herrick, meet (Y/n)". Eagerly, the blonde officer shook your hand, almost startling you with his cold. Those keen eyes reminded you of– He had to be a vampire.

"A pleasure", he assured you, an unreadable twinkle to his blue eyes. "I'm an old friend of Mitchell's".

"Nice to meet you", you forced a smile in your nervousness. Mitchell's hand remained protectively on the small of your back, suddenly taking his chance to remove you from this situation.

"If you'll excuse us, Herrick. We really must be going", the Irishman began to pull you along steadily yet with some hurry, allowing for Herrick to show himself out whenever he chose.

"Of course, of course", he nodded, smiling knowingly. "You will consider my proposal, won't you?". Mitchell froze, turning over his shoulder to acknowledge Herrick's words with a curt nod before leaving.

"Who was that?", you asked when you both had reached the end of the hallway.

"Someone I would have preferred you never to meet", Mitchell sighed, sparing a worried glance over his shoulder. "But, it's done".

"I see now, I shouldn't have come".

"Nonsense. You got me out of there", he nudged you gently, the both of you lapsing into a short fit of laughter. "Why did you come?".

"I just wanted to walk home with you. Class finished early today", you gnawed on your lower lip nervously. He nodded in understanding,

"I'm off work anyway now". Maybe it was better that you had come to find him? With Herrick around, goodness knows who else could be lurking.

The walk home was comfortable, despite your previous awkwardness with Mitchell. In sensing that your hands were cold, the vampire had offered you the surprisingly warm crevice of his strong arm and his fingerless mittens. The sun was more forgiving today, hiding behind the rain clouds that were slowly moving in from the south. Mitchell had been practising going into public without his sunglasses. It was working for him, the dull brightness no longer affecting his sight. You smiled to yourself. With every passing day, he considered himself more human than the last. Yet, you already considered him more a human being than anyone else you'd met.

You both stepped into the house, expecting an excited Annie to greet you both. But, the house was dim and uncharacteristically quiet. A note was left on the table, saying that she was out shopping with George for tea bags among other important things for the pantry. "I can't imagine the tea canisters ever being empty again", Mitchell chuckled, slipping his jacket from his shoulders. In noticing your quiet, his brows furrowed. "Is something the matter?? Did Herrick frighten you?".

"No", you replied dismissively, waving him off with a smile. "I'm thinking".

"About??". Your eyes closed in a form of dread, bracing for the worst at your answer, "About us, Mitchell". He swallowed nervously. "What are we, you and me?". His hazel hues darted from yours, forcing a smile.

"We're friends?", he feigned confusion.

"Are we??", you challenged, your brows raising. Your eyes traced him. "I haven't stopped thinking about it, you know? That kiss".

"It was an accident", he insisted gently, his voice wavering in unsurity.

"Were your words an accident too, Mitchell??". His lashes fluttered, blinking away in anxiousness. He parted his lips to speak, but there was only silence. You stepped closer to his taller frame, your warmer hand reaching out hesitantly. Testing the waters, your fingertips brushed over his hand. He reciprocated in tangling your fingers within his. "Look, I know what you said could've been spur of the moment, but—".

"It wasn't", his soft voice cut in, his form moving almost flush against yours. His eyes were suddenly drawn to your own. "I meant what I said". He heard the flutters of your heart, every fibre of him being drawn to you. Your spare hand rested upon his silent chest, pulling him gently to you. His head dipped, your lashes tickling his skin. "We shouldn't—", he reasoned as his last form of restraint, his lips finally meeting yours.

And so, your dance with death began...

Fireworks gave off beneath your skin, Mitchell's spare hand reaching to twine his fingers into your hair. His other hand released yours to steady your face, your hands gripping his flannelette shirt to bring him closer. You both stumbled into the wall nearest to you, Mitchell's lips working in concentrated passion with your own. Your lips parted, his kiss becoming devouring. His fingers gripped at your hair, only tugging gently enough for a sigh to pass through your lips.

In retreating from your lips, he traced his own down your throat in delicate touches whilst you caught your breath. The temptation for your blood was undoubtedly there, being completely drowned out by Mitchell's other desires. His lips marked your collarbone, his lashes brushing over your skin when his ministrations grew slower. You sensed his hesitation, knowing that he must be growing worried.

To soothe him, your fingers wound through his dark curls whilst he worked, your lips brushing over his forehead and his cheek before you leant in close. "It's alright, Mitchell. I trust you". Your whisper against the shell of his ear, combined with your nails raking over his scalp awoke something almost feral within him.

More sure of himself, Mitchell's lips moved fervently across the skin of your neck. His tongue darted out to strike at your flesh, his lips caressing a place there that had you gasping. Mitchell's forehead met yours, his strong arms having no trouble in hoisting your legs around his waist, your hands grasping at his hair and shoulders.

His nose brushed yours, your lips moulding together in tender open-mouthed kisses as he guided you both out of the living space and up the stairs. Your waist moved against his, a soft groan heaving from his throat. "Christ, don't move like that, (Y/n). We'll never make it to the bedroom if you do", he warned with a playful grin, offering your lips another quick kiss before his steps lead you both into your room. One of his legs kicked out, the door slamming behind you both.

Mitchell's feet stumbled to the edge of your bed, the both of you smiling against each other's lips when they met again sweetly. His arms suddenly became absent beneath you, a short cry leaving your lips when you crashed onto your mattress. A laugh slipped from you, Mitchell's expression mirroring your own. His fingers gripped his undershirt, lazily pulling it and his flannel shirt over his head at the same time. "You're certainly praticed at this", you jested, his brows wiggling suggestively.

"You haven't seen me with a bra", Mitchell replied with a short giggle, discarding his clothing. You stood from the bed, circling your arms around his broad frame.

Carefully, you'd noted his battle scars from his time at war, his hazel gaze glinting with a tenderness in watching you look over them. His lips parted when your mouth and fingertips graced over those old wounds affectionately. No one had ever cared for or noticed those marks before. "Thank you", he murmured against your forehead, a soft smile still present in his gratitude. His fingers moved to your back, silently asking for permission.

"Please", you responded, his face lighting up. The Irishman pressed a kiss along your jaw, before lifting your shirt over your head. You nodded, beckoning him to continue. His lips ignited goosebumps over your skin when they kissed slowly and sensually along your bare shoulders. With a twisting of his fingers, your bra clasp suddenly fell loose, the garment being completely discarded. Your brows rose. "You weren't kidding".

Another soft giggle slipped from Mitchell's lips, his hazel hues glittering with adoration when they met your own. "You're so, so beautiful", his hushed breath fanned over your skin. His cooler hands grazed over your bare back in loving caresses, moving his hand to cup one of your breasts. He only swiped his thumb over your bud, your form jolting forwards into his instinctively. His head ducked, laying feathersoft kisses on your lips, cascading down your throat again, his hands tracing soft patterns over the sensitive flesh of your stomach to the hem of your pants.

"Please, Mitchell", you begged softly, the Irishman wasting no time in pulling the button of your pants loose, allowing them to form a pile by your feet.

Mitchell guided you gently onto the mattress, his form coming to hover over your own. His large hand flattened over your stomach, his lips grazing the shell of your ear.

"Do you want me to—", he began, inching his fingers lower in suggestion.

"Yes". His soul warmed, the vampire relishing in how trusting and carefree you were within each other. He delighted in the gasp that tumbled from your lips when his digits slipped into your underwear, quickly becoming coated in your slick. Your nails clawed into the muscles of his arm when he moved them languidly between your folds and across that sensitive bundle of nerves. He bit down on his lip to fight his smile at feeling you writhing beneath him, letting him know wordlessly in your huffs and mutterings that he was hitting all the right places. His teeth nibbled against the shell of your ear pleasurably, hoping to get your folds slick enough in preparation for him. You fought your building high, begging Mitchell to stop. He obeyed, a soft laugh escaping him when your hands worked down the bare skin of his abdomen, to tug on the hem of his pants. The Irishman relented to your shared wants, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. Both his boxers and jeans were removed together, quickly becoming discarded with the other items of your clothing.

Mitchell's soft lips seized your own, your hands coming to cradle his face. He braced himself on your mattress, lining himself up carefully. Once sure, his hips snapped upwards, your mouth falling open against his. His eyes fell closed in a squint, his dark brows furrowing as a shaky moan passed through his throat. Your breaths steadied as you became adjusted to him, his hips slowly beginning to rock into your own experimentally. You hummed eagerly, snatching his lips into your own. "Mitchell", his name tumbled from your lips, your fingers lacing into those thick curls as his pace quickened.

His kisses were searing, but gentle. There was mixtures of your teeth and his, pulling at each other as Mitchell's movements became deeper. The thirst for your blood had him tensing and grimacing, his lower lip being drawn between his teeth in concentration. A metallic taste hit his tongue; his own blood from biting down so hard. You helped to keep him grounded, allowing his hands to run across your open palms before pinning them to the mattress.

The Irishman's brows remained furrowed, focused on giving and sharing in your pleasure. Your breathy whimpers, soft curses and ragged gasping were all music to his ears. He found joy in the fact there was a deeper connection than just lust or a means to feed, as sex had often been for him. It was instead loving, slow and caring towards each other's needs. Mitchell finally felt that he could love and be loved equally in return.

A sharp gasp suddenly slipped from your throat, Mitchell hitting a place that had you seeing stars. Your back arched into him, your waist snapping up to meet his rhythmic movements. Feeling a heat tightening in his lower abdomen, Mitchell didn't allow himself to lose any self control over the side of him that hungered for your blood. His hazel eyes flickered open, ablaze with desire and adoration. Your heated breaths mingled, Mitchell's lips lowering again to your own. Gods, you really were beautiful.

With your heart now racing, you felt every wave of stimulation building up within you. You felt your eyes lolling back, Mitchell's movements allowing him to continuously drag across that spot in you without mercy. "Oh, Mitchell", you sighed, your gaze barely able to focus on his face.

Mitchell smiled. You were so close now, he could feel it. Your breaths had quickened and you were practically squirming with every thrust. His hands pinned yours higher, holding them down with only one. His now spare hand travelled between the small space between your moving bodies, a small cry of pleasure shooting from you when his digits began rubbing circles over your small bud.

Mitchell's tongue traced the skin beneath your ear, fighting the painful urges to feed from you whilst he pressed hot open-mouthed kisses to your flesh. His ministrations in time with his thrusts were too much, suddenly hitting a boiling point within you.

Trembling beneath him, your throat suddenly tightened, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. Your eyes squeezed shut, your back arching again into him as all the gravity in the room seemed to change. Mitchell's name was a hushed mantra on your lips, the winding tightness snapping within Mitchell's abdomen not long after. His body felt alight with a sudden wave of euphoria as a few strained grunts left his lips. Your name tumbled from his lips amidst a string of other profanities, slowly coming down from his high and allowing you to ride out yours.

When his movements ceased, your bodies remained tangled for a few moments, completely reduced to putty within each other's embrace. Mitchell's eyes had closed, suddenly shooting open in concern. There was no blood, well— he wiped at his mouth, the crimson wetness of his own apparent on his fingers. Fang marks were etched into his skin where he'd bitten down harshly. Shocked at his own restraint, he looked down at your peaceful expression with a growing smile. He'd done it.

Your (e/c) orbs flickered open, a lazy smile meeting your eyes when you cradled his face. Unbothered by the blood, your lips captured his, stroking your fingers over his skin when he returned the kiss. When your lips parted, your fingertips traced over his small wounds in concern. "It's fine", he insisted softly, noting your worry. "Hardly hurt".

Removing himself from you, Mitchell happily took it upon himself to carefully clean you both up with a warm cloth. Neither of you redressed, slipping under your covers to relax in each other's arms.

Pulling Mitchell's dark curls from his face, his head shifted from its place upon your chest to gaze up at you. His wounds on his mouth had miraculously healed after he'd cleaned them, your brows rising in wonder. "Was it hard for you?", you asked with great hesitation. Knowing what you were referring to, the Irishman felt that he should be honest.

"It was", he murmured, conceding that his predatory side was quite painful to control. You took a breath, your lips parting. A silent debate on whether or not to ask.

"If I wasn't human, would that make things easier for you?". Catching on to what you meant, Mitchell's brows furrowed,

"Why would you ever want to give up what you are to become like me??".

"To lessen your pain, to be with you without risk of injury or loss". A kind, yet sad smile dawned on the Irishman's strong features, his hand reaching to sweep the fringe from your face.

"All are human", he whispered, his hand retreating from your face to curl his arm around you affectionately. "You don't want this life, (Y/n). And I won't give it to you".

"Why not??", you asked quietly. Hazel hues danced over your features, his fingers drawing imaginary patterns along the bare skin of your abdomen before grasping your hand. He placed it over his cheek, your thumb caressing over the stubble of his face. His head leant into your touch, his mouth pressing a kiss into your palm.

"I'd miss this warmth. Your skin is so beautifully warm to the touch. All that life; gone in an instant", he sighed, squeezing your hand. Mitchell moved his head to lay it where your heart thrummed beneath your skin. "I'd miss hearing this sound too. It's soothing".

You couldn't help the smile that came to your face, having no prior idea that he'd appreciated these things so much. Whilst you swept your hand over his hair in careful strokes, he continued, "(Y/n), this life took all of that and more from me. I'm just thankful that this life gave me you, but I won't let it take that from me too".

"I'm not going anywhere", you assured him, softly laying a comforting kiss to the top of his hair.

The haunting image of Lauren's hatred filled his mind. Mitchell couldn't handle it if ever you looked at him in that way, the way she had. The thought terrified him to no end, his eyes furiously blinking away the tears forming in his gaze. "This life changes you, (Y/n). I wouldn't wish it on anyone", he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the skin of your chest. "You're perfect as you are. And I love you".

Your embrace tightened around the Irishman, both your eyes and his coming to a restful close. "I love you too, Mitchell".

In the many days and weeks that followed, your relationship with the vampire flourished. George and Annie were overjoyed when the both of you made your status known. Mitchell was now sure of where he belonged in the world and what he'd do to protect those people closest to him.

Foolishly thinking that Herrick had growing morals and that he'd offer his family protection, Mitchell had made the decision to accept the proposal. The blonde's jaw almost hit the floor when Mitchell marched through the doors of his office at B. Edwards.

"They won't be harmed? I have your word??". Smiling broadly, Herrick replied,

"Of course".

"I'm in".

The vampires welcomed Mitchell back into their coven with open arms. It was blissful at first, to be part of his own kind again. The Irishman hated the stories told about his early days as a vampire, having no choice but to give in to his urges to survive back then. It was a time he'd rather forget.

Herrick respected that Mitchell still wished not to feed on humans, hoping that he would come around at some point. The blonde was recruiting more people, saving them from the cusp of death to live in his growing underground society. Mitchell gave him the edge and reputation he needed just by standing in the room. It was perfect.

Until you'd found out from Josie, another former lover of Mitchell's from the 60s, that Mitchell was getting himself into a lot of trouble. She'd met you only a week or two ago, over the moon that Mitchell was pursuing a strong relationship with yourself. Now she worried that it would all end in tatters if he went on any longer with Herrick and his goons.

You'd had no idea, alike to Annie and George, that Mitchell had joined Herrick. Feeling as if your trust had somewhat been betrayed in him not telling you, you had also grown confused. "He hates Herrick— why— what could make him join that man?", you sputtered. Josie's hand clasped your own.

"Mitchell does a lot for those he loves", she sighed wistfully. "He tried to get Herrick to convince me to join them, in their society. To stop my cancer. As honourable as it seemed, he knows as well as I that death is human".

Your mouth fell open slightly, the truth striking you almost painfully. This sounded so different from the Mitchell you knew. Your mind drifted back to his words to you in the afterglow of your first lovemaking. It seemed so long ago now. Josie squeezed your hand. "You need to stop him, (Y/n). Find him. Get him back. I'll tell George". You nodded, returning the gesture before breaking into a sprint down the street.

Every thought you had was honed on Mitchell. You had an inkling to his whereabouts, George having mentioned something about a 'B. Edwards' place to you once. You prayed that you'd get there in time, a sinking feeling beginning to pool in the pits of your stomach.

Your legs burned with fatigue and your lungs gasped for air in the cool winds of the day, your journey leading you through many streets. The funeral home was only a handful of blocks from your house, the sign with 'B. Edwards', like an eery archway over the gates when you'd spotted it. Fury and adrenaline coursed through your system, not caring or thinking when you passed through the glass doors of the establishment.

An elderly woman sat to your left upon entry, her pale eyes fixed on a magazine. The air was unusually cold and musty, every piece of furniture or decor an antique. Your entry sparked the male seated at the desk to rise to his feet. You instantly recognised his face. Seth. Your mind flashed to that night from months ago and it seemed his did as well when a sly grin grew onto his features. "Nice to see you again, Lovely—", he started.

"Where's Mitchell?". Your question had the growing fire in his eyes dimming into a scowl.

"She certainly gets her manners from Mitchell, don't you think?", Herrick laughed upon entering the room, responding to you before his counterpart could. Your eyes darted to the blonde male who offered you a charming smile. "Come now, we're all friends here".

"Just tell me where he is and I'll be on my way", you snapped.

" 'On your way'??", he repeated, wholeheartedly amused. "That just wouldn't be good hospitality, Darling". Your teeth clenched within your mouth, fighting the urge to scream in frustration. "Nanna has made us some lovely biscuits and tea! We'd be so delighted to have you!". The way he'd offered it was so lighthearted, anyone else would've thought him kind. You knew better.

Seth rounded the desk all too quickly, flanking your right to ensure you couldn't escape. The elderly lady, you came to realise, was the vampire Herrick had referred to. She eyed you keenly from where she sat, also making sure you couldn't run. Seth's hand was at the ready, hovering behind you to grip your arm should it be necessary.

With reluctance, you forced a smile, Herrick delighting in your decision to join them without struggle. You marched forwards at your own accord, slowly realising that every set of eyes in this establishment belonged to a vampire. The way they stared was so unlike Mitchell's glance. His was soft, kind. Every gaze here was fixed on you like a vulture. Some part of you wished you'd brought a weapon or a stake with you before rushing into this situation.

Herrick lead you with a kind hand on the small of your back to a room with biscuits and tea laid upon the table. "Have a seat there, Love", he gestured to a comfortable seat, the anxiety and regret rising into your throat. Still, Herrick's voice remained feathersoft, unintimidating. His touch had given you chills, his blue gaze seeming to see through you. Two security guards, also vampires, flanked Herrick. Seth quickly left your side to attend the front desk again once you were seated.

The blonde poured you a cup of tea, adding but a sugar or two before passing it across the dining table. "Pick yourself some biscuits, Love", he grinned. "Don't be shy, now". You didn't trust the tea or the biscuits, afraid they'd been drugged or laced with something malicious. Vampires were immune to poisons and drugs, after all.

"Where's Mitchell?", you repeated your question, more gentle than it had been with Seth. "I want to speak with him".

"Mitchell's just out for the moment. When he's back, I'll give him straight to you". His response was careful and you didn't trust his words in the slightest. "I'm sure he'd appreciate us taking care of you. After all, it's what he wanted?".

"Liar", you muttered, his brows raising.

"How you wound me, (Y/n)", he sighed with some disappointment. "I wasn't lying. How else do you think I managed to convince him to join us?". He took a sip of his tea, eyeing you from the lip of his cup. "Goodness knows why he protects you. You clearly hurt him more than your words could ever hurt me". Your brows creased.

"What are you talking about?". A soft laugh slipped from the blonde,

"What? Hasn't he told you?". Herrick took your silence as his answer, growing further amused with the situation. "He's in pain, Sweetheart. Every day. To be near a human is agonising enough for a few moments. Mitchell has to live with you, 24/7". His blue gaze trailed over your features. "It's a wonder he hasn't given in yet or turned you".

A thickness formed in your throat, the guilt swirling in your eyes. Mitchell had never mentioned such pain to you. Was it really that difficult for him??

"He told me he'd never give me this life", you shot back. "That this life changes you. And as far as I'm concerned, I'll take his advice in not wanting it". Herrick pursed his lips, a slow sigh exhaling from his nostrils. Softly, his head shook in some semblance of dejection.

"Now that is a pity", he sighed. "But to be expected". Your brows furrowed again in confusion. "Mitchell has truly got you wound around that thumb of his to blind you so easily from the gift that is immortality".

"Gift?", you scoffed. "It took everything from him!".

"Is that what he told you?", Herrick huffed in amusement, beginning to drum his fingers on the table. "The same man who would pass immortality out like pamphlets on the street? It's thanks to Mitchell that our recruitment is up, Sweetheart".

You blinked profusely, stiffening up in a sense of disbelief. Yet, there was no dishonesty in Herrick's keen blue gaze as it scanned over you the way Seth's had. It was unsettling.

"You poor girl", he mused, his grin becoming almost wolfish. "How misplaced your loyalty has been. It can have better uses. With any luck".

"What do you mean?". And that's when you noted the rhythm of Herrick's fingers. It almost sounded like a heartbeat, progressively growing quicker. Taunting you.

The guards that flanked the blonde's side slowly shifted, your arms gripping your chair and eyeing them in nervousness. "Listen", Herrick whispered, drumming his fingers louder. "That's your heartbeat, (Y/n). Savour that sound. It just may very well be the last time you hear it".

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Hey gurl, can i request a tbz members as serial killers please? 😄

I already did the fanart for changmin and need some inspiration for the other members please? 🙏😄

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-> Changmin: https://astroyongie.tumblr.com/search/changmin

Sangyeon

Psychological Profile: diagnosed with Schizotypal Personality Disorder Snageyon has odd beliefs about life. He believes to be the one and only chosen of the gods to eradicate the evil people in earth, which makes him have certain traits like eccentric behavior and distorted perceptions could play a role in his criminal thinking.

Modes: Sangyeon uses poison to kill his victims slowly and covertly. It allows him to distance himself from the act while still having full control over his victim's death. Each time he finds a victim he judges as bad and corrupt he gets close to them before poisoning them. The press calls him the "Poison Rose" a poetic, sinister name. "Rose" because it implies beauty, because his victims bleed from their eyes and nose, often making rose patterns on their skin through the blood vessels

Jacob

Psychological Profile: He was diagnosed with Avoidant Personality Disorder so Jacob has an extreme feelings of inadequacy and a strong fear of rejection and criticism which has contributed to his isolated and deviant behaviors. Jacob is scared of people and he usually kills only the people who try to get close to him as defensive act of protecting himself.

Modes: he uses strangulation to kill his victims because it allows for control from them not leaving him. Jacob kept all his victims in his basement so they would never really leave him. He was named as the Velvet Strangler, the word "velvet" implying a deceptive, soft approach, masking the violence behind a façade of elegance.

Younghoon

Psychological Profile: diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder younghoon has intense emotional instability, fear of abandonment, and impulsive actions. he hasn't killed many and all of his victims were done through engaging in extreme behaviors when he was feeling emotionally rejected by his love partners. Younghoon wanted them so badly, that he ended up consuming some flesh as well.

Modes: Younghoon was meticulous but he was quick and he delivered his victims a quick death by a shot with a gun.He was named the "The Vanishing Executioner" because he was exceptionally hard to catch, leaving behind little to no trace, this name conjures an image of someone who delivers swift death and then disappears without a trace. Only one of his victim was found so far

Hyunjae

Psychological Profile: diagnosed with Dependent Personality Disorder Hyunjae shows an extreme need to be taken care of, leading to clingy behavior and fear of abandonment. Hyunjae swears he was manipulated into participating in crimes, including the murders he was accused of. No one has ever found the "dominant" partner he had and he is too loyal to open his mouth as well.

Modes: Hyunjae used to burn his victims alive, a method he used as a sadistic way of prolonging suffering to his victims who he believed being hurtful to his Dominant. The carbonized corpses were left in the forest as reminders of status, as a proof of love he had for his Dominant. the media started to call him "The Wolf in Silk" as an analogy of his sweet demeanor compared to the violent crimes he has doing for this "dominant".

Juyeon

Psychological Profile: diagnosed with Narcissistic Personality Disorder juyeon has an inflated sense of self-importance, a need for admiration, and a lack of empathy for others. he was believing that he was superior and untouchable. He would kill his victims who refused to see him for who he was. his victims were aleatory tho, from friends, lovers and strangers who refused to bow to him.

Modes: Juyeon would use asphyxiation and the police have retraced him using gas or carbon monoxide exposure for people he considered his enemies, choking for people who stopped loving him, and chemical asphyxiants to kill the victim who had refused to see him as his grandeur. "The Black Widowmaker" was the name given to him, from the amount of people he left widowed

Kevin

Psychological Profile: diagnosed with Schizoid Personality Disorder Kevin has an emotional detachment, a lack of desire for close relationships, and a preference for solitary activities. he shows an inability to form meaningful emotional connections, which can manifest in cold, detached violence. His victims were random chose, but he would always go on killing sprees, once in two weeks to satisfy his desire of "seeing life depart"

Modes: named as the "The Midnight Stalker" since he would hunt at late hours, invoking fear around the night. This name creates an image of someone who lurks in the darkness, hunting silently. Kevin would kidnap and torture his victims depending on his current mood, however one thing was clear, they all ended up dying through drowning. it was methodical way to kill, to simulate a sense of helplessness in his victims.

Chanhee

Psychological Profile: diagnosed with Histrionic Personality Disorder chanhee needs a constant need for attention, emotional excess, and dramatic behavior.He only killed to seek attention and thrill from his crimes, enjoying the public notoriety that comes with their actions. To him all of this has been but a game that he was happy to indulge until the police caught him

Modes: Chanhee killed all his victims with a heavy hammer. Blunt force trauma, causing by hitting the victim as he enjoyed the physical dominance and control it gave him over his victims. He was named as the "The Phantom Butcher" since his victims head was so severely mutilated that they were always barely recognized

Haknyeon

Psychological Profile: Diagnosed with Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder Haknhyeo suffers from extreme perfectionism, orderliness, and control. his plans were meticulously and he would control his murders, displaying traits like obsession with detail and rigidity in their behavior. Every mruder was exactly the same. victims all looked the same, the mobile was the same, and the bodies were always displayed in the same so no copycat would ever do the same as him. to Haknyeon, his killings were art and a necessity to ease the inner demons

Modes: he would stab his victims, in such a specific way that he was named the "The Smiling Slasher" as he would always leave his victims with a twisted, unsettling smile cut in their face. The stabs were alway the same, pre-mortem the heart, with the smile as post-mortem followed with fingers cut, throat, ears and sternum.

Sunwoo

Psychological Profile: diagnosed with Paranoid Personality Disorder Sunoco has a pervasive distrust and suspicion of others. he believed that others are plotting against him, which would fuel violent and aggressive behavior in response to imagined threats. To Sunwoo he was only defending himself.

Modes: He was called the "The Crimson Reaper" because Sunwoo would pick his victims aleatory since it all came from his imagination. he would suffocate them by using a plastic bag around their head. Sunwoo would then suspend his victims and bath in their blood as a ritual of "casting the evil spits away from him."

Eric

Psychological Profile: diagnosed with Sadistic Personality Disorder which involved Erik having a deriving pleasure from the suffering of others. He would torture and prolong his victims' pain for personal satisfaction since to him it was funny to do such things.

Modes: Eric was a medicine student in university when he started to kill mostly homeless people so no one would care for them. he would use both dissection on his victims for a while (keeping them alive as he studied their bodies alive) and dismemberment to dispose of the bodies once dead to fulfill his sadistic tendencies. "The Shadow Surgeon" for the killer who dissects and operates with precision

[mutt-victim]

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Tattooed, pierced, edgy alt guy. Total scenester. 5'6, pale, freckled, dark scruffy hair, and I'm kinda squishy. I'm practically the femboy doomer wojak! :3 as far as hobbies, I love taking photos, cooking for people, reading and writing poetry, modding my silly old games all to hell, experimenting with makeup, jamming out to music, thrifting, playin on my n64 and eating sushi. ♡ I also crave being fucked within an inch of my life, I live to please, and I absolutely love sharing my trauma for creeps online to ask intrusive questions about and sexualize what I went through. Who doesn't want their own whiny emo attention whore puppyfriend?~

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[hadesoftheladies]

A metanarrative is a narrative about narratives of historical meaning, experience, or knowledge, which offers a society legitimation through the anticipated completion of a master idea, or an overarching account or interpretation of events and circumstances that provides a pattern or structure for people’s beliefs and gives meaning to their experiences.

The patriarchal metanarrative is one of the most powerful and ancient of all. It pervades entertainment, art, education, science, religion, and government.

And these are some of its core doctrines:

"Man is default. All things came from man, or the male."

"Dominance is the highest virtue, because it is the perfection of man. A man's perfection is found in his supremacy."

"Man must be allowed to participate and be aided in the pursuit of his perfection. His purpose, which is supremacy (supremacy being legacy) is his right."

"Because it is man's right to pursue his supremacy in a quest for his dignity (and thus his humanity in the eyes of society) as a man, an authoritative status can only be reserved for men."

"Leadership, kingship, authority and the respect afforded these stations is the territory of men. It cannot be the territory of women because this infringes on the man's identity and his right to pursue his purpose. "

"Additionally, because of man's physical strength, his authority and supremacy is the natural role for him. Strength is the confirmation that it is his purpose to dominate, for that is its use. That is the sacred natural order."

"Women's role is submission, obedience, and servility because that is their natural role. That is the sacred natural order."

"Rejecting/resisting the natural order is punishable by death."

And now look at the world, recall the news, last week's story. Who was killed and for what reason? The daughter who refused to be married? Who refused her brother's authority over her body? The woman who wouldn't cover her hair? The girls caught kissing at a mall? The boy who held hands with another boy? The girl who in an act of desperation ended the pregnancy her rapist started? The mother who didn't come to "automatically love" her child? Who resents motherhood? What's being banned and why? Who is being publicly ostracized and humiliated and why? Who is being mocked?

Who and what is your community policing? Girl's clothes? Boys with makeup? What justifies bullying in your community? Online or offline. Who does your community love to humiliate? "Why are girls being abused for speaking up about their suffering? Why are boys severely bullied for refusing to affirm themselves by sadistically humiliating others? Why are boys and girls who don't want to be part of it "corrected"? Whether violently or socially?

Where is the resistance to different human rights crises coming from? And WHY? What benign things are often villainized?

There is a reason these kinds of individuals are policed so severely, whether in church, mosque, school, work . . . your fathers and mothers know that resisting the "natural order" can get you killed, socially and economically castrated, and could be trying to stop that from happening. That, or they believe you deserve that punishment for resisting because it is the sacred "natural order" and resisting it is punishable by death.

The good news is this metanarrative has never before come under this much intense scrutiny and criticism. The bad news is that many more people whose identities and beliefs are built on the foundation of this metanarrative will react even more viciously and cruelly about it before that metanarrative dies. it is so deeply embedded in cultures across the world that many people, unfortunately, will defend it, even if it means killing people they claimed to love.

[phoenix-positivity]

24 april 2024 trauma vent

I should have written this down last night when I was trying to fall asleep. I only have vague memories left of it now. Last night I was really really defending my abuser in my head to the point I think I forgave him. This confused me. Let's write down the thoughts that made me think he did nothing wrong and see if they make sense.

"He looked very sad, this means he must regret it a lot" while his facial expression did indeed portray sadness, you can't know why he looked sad. It's actually a lot more likely he looked sad about you cutting contact with him. If I recall correctly he also had a lot of expressions of violent rage as well as sadistic pleasure. His sad expressions were often used as a manipulation tactic. Making himself look like the victim.

"He punished himself by cutting himself" we both know this was a guilt tripping tactic. While I do believe he might have been angry at himself for what he had done and felt the need to repent for it. I think this had more to do with his religion not allowing it and therefor having to repent for God. He also used this as an excuse to say he had already been punished so he would now need to be forgiven. I believe he used the exact words "You are required to forgive me" or at least another phrase that expressed the message of me having no choice in my forgiveness. Saying that if I did not forgive him this would make me a bad person.

"He reported himself to the police wanting to repent, but they didn't do anything becauae I didn't report it. This means he knows he comitted a crime and is trying to take accountability." We both know that the context in which he told you he went to the police to turn himself in was to guilt trip you back into his life after you had cut contact with him. For all we know he never went to the police station at all and it was just a lie to make himself look good. Even if he trully went to turn himself in. He said his reasoning was that after he did time in jail I would have no excuses to want no contact with him because he would have done his time and would therefor deserve another chance. He made it clear the goal was to get access to me again. He was actively stalking you while he made the statement about turning himself in. He has never apologised to you for what he has done and he kept making excuses for his behavior. While it is true he used the words "I'm sorry" this was always in the context of trying to get you to comfort him and forgive him. He has never once said "I'm sorry for doing x" It was always just the words "I'm sorry" followed by the exact same behavior hapenning yet again, followed by another "I'm sorry" followed by the exact behavior repeated again in an endless loop. An honest apology will also include changing the behavior you apologised for.

"He might really not have known what he did was wrong" Please look at message above. Why did he say sorry if he felt he hadn't done anything wrong? Why did he tell you to never speak with anyone about it? Why did he take you to secluded locations away from civilsation and away from other people? Why did he tell you it was your fault? Why did he want to keep it hidden if it wasn't wrong? Why were you instructed not to tell your parents?

"He is mentally ill. He didn't really mean it" As your therapist has said before. His diagnosis does not include the behaviors he displayed with you. The behaviors do in fact all point to him being an abuser. Being an abuser is not a mental illness or diagnosis. He comitted all behavior in a state where he was not in crisis. It was predetermined, plabned and calculated. This is not a symptom of a mental disorder where someone behaves erraticaly and out of control. He was very much in control of what he was doing. He made the decision to do what he did knowingly and being fully aware of his actions. While it's possible he might have went further than he originally intended. He still planned it and decided to keep going. Besides, we both know what his ultimate goal was. He told you after all. And I believe he even stated he had no intention of ever stopping untill his mission was accomplished. Which was full control over you for the rest of your life. The only reason he has stopped now in the current day is because the police interferred.

"What if he just really believed what he did was right?" Believing something to be right and something being right are different things. Someone thinking murder is right doesn't mean it's right and doesn't stop them from being accountable for their actions. It doesn't matter what he believed in.

"I was too friendly to him" Being friendly to someone is not an invitation for sa/harassment of any kind.

"What if he really believed I wanted it" Noah.. on what earth could he have believed that? With all the fighting you did? With all the struggle you put up? Your verbal protest? The way you cried? Even without any of that. Even if staying silent and without movement. Silence and immobility are not consent. He should have asked. He should have checked in with your feelings. He should have made sure you were on the same page. ... let me remind you he told you that it turned him on to see you fight against it. He acknowledged you fought against it. He said it didn't matter to him if he got hurt from you fighting back as long as he still got what he wanted. Restraining someone is not normal either.

Do you still think he was innocent? You're the innocent one

[burningexeter]

[PITCH]

Incredible Stories Told By Shego

What is it —

A spin-off/reboot of Kim Possible, and a horror anthology series hosted by Shego in animated wraparound segments that appear in the beginning and end of every episode with Nicole Sullivan reprising her iconic role.

PREMISE:

As with most antholgies, each and every episode has a new setting, story and characters although some details connect the stories and therefore not only does it help make the series stand out from others of its genre but also heavily imply a shared universe.

But another thing that adds to it is that the series is live action with animated wraparounds featuring Shego in a Rod Serling/Cryptkeeper type of host role that book-ends every episode and the overall tone of the show is a mix of enchantment, sci-fi, adventure, mystery and most of all, horror with inspiration being taken from Amazing Stories, Trick r Treat, R.L. Stine's The Haunting Hour: The Series, Tales From The Darkside and last but not least Wild Tales.

Every episode obviously features a different cast in a scary and often surreal situation that would involve ghosts, aliens, witches, zombies and monsters but the storylines are much darker and some episodes serve as very dark morality tales. Better yet, the threat of death is not implied, being both clear and permanent. In addition, death in the show is not limited to antagonists and minor characters with some stories even ending with the main protagonist(s) being killed.

That said, there will be a good and solid as a rock balance between good and bad endings with the formers feeling the most earned and the latters being dark and twisted horror ends.

EPISODE IDEAS:

The Rain In The Trench — Set in World War I, a fighter pilot who's shot down, a sadistic and ruthless private and a soldier who's left eye is bloodshot after a gunshot to the head all find themselves trapped behind enemy lines in an abandoned, almost maze-like trench where the spirits of those they've killed who were innocent begin to haunt them and play off their deepest and most darkest fears.

Purgatory On The Way — A spoiled beauty pageant queen is on her way to compete and win her 100th competition when she ends up in a violent car accident that leaves her in a bloody coma and winds up stuck in purgatory where it's revealed she's destined to die later on but she refuses to pass on before she wins the award her career has been building towards.

Bad Wolf Rising — At one of the best but most toughest military schools in the state, a cadet who's not known for his bravery is the only one who's able to stop a deadly wolf-like creature that's infiltrated the school and it's starting to feast on the flesh and meat of the teachers and students when the moon is out and the lights fade.

Sticky Fingers — With the skin of her fingers ripped off, a rookie police officer must use all of her skills she's able to do in order to escape from the clutches of a demented serial killer who's been responsible for the deaths of several officers in the city and is about to add her to his victims' list.

Deer In Headlights — A group of rowdy college students accidentally run over a deer after getting drunk at a party and try to get it out of their car windshield its head smashed through, only for it to keep on coming back to life again and again no matter how many times they actually kill it.

NOTES/TRIVIA/DETAILS:

• The show will run for a total of three seasons as a get in and get out sort of way.

• If the show is a success than it will spin-off into Global Justice.

• While she will still have her signature sense of humor, Shego is far more darker and scarier here than she is in the original series.

• At the end of the show, it will be heavily implied that Shego is somehow responsible for the events in every episode.

• The show will push the rating for how much violence and darkness we can get away with.

[irunevenus]

Ivan the Terrible: The Tsar Who Drenched Russia in Blood and Terror

Ivan IV, better known as Ivan the Terrible (1530–1584), was the first Tsar of Russia and one of the most controversial and feared rulers in history. His reign, which lasted from 1547 until his death, was marked by a combination of ambitious reforms and unprecedented brutality. Ivan IV transformed the Grand Duchy of Moscow into a centralized and expanded empire, while plunging the country into a reign of terror, marked by massacres, torture, and cruelty. In this article, we explore both the reformist side and the horrors committed by one of the darkest leaders in Russian history.

Rise to Power and Early Reign

Ivan was born in 1530, the heir to Grand Prince Vasili III of Moscow, and Elena Glinskaya. His childhood was traumatic: he lost his father at the age of three, and his mother, who acted as regent, died when he was only eight years old, possibly poisoned. During his youth, Ivan witnessed power struggles between the boyars, the Russian nobility, and was often mistreated and neglected.

In 1547, at the age of 16, Ivan IV was crowned as the first Tsar of Russia, adopting the title of “Tsar” to assert his authority as an absolute ruler, inspired by the Byzantine concept of autocracy. In the early years of his reign, he sought to modernize the government and the Russian military. He implemented reforms in the justice system, founded the Zemsky Sobor (a sort of advisory parliament), and reorganized the army, creating Russia’s first standing professional military unit.

However, Ivan's promising reign was soon overshadowed by a deep psychological decline that turned his governance into a nightmare of cruelty and repression.

The Turn to Tyranny

In 1560, the death of his beloved first wife, Anastasia Romanovna, marked the beginning of a profound transformation in Ivan. He suspected that the boyars had poisoned Anastasia, and this paranoia grew over the years. Ivan began to believe that conspiracies were everywhere, aiming to overthrow him. This paranoia led him to unleash a reign of terror against his own subjects, especially the nobility.

In 1564, Ivan temporarily abdicated the throne, claiming that the boyars were undermining him. The terrified population begged for his return. Ivan agreed, but only on the condition that he be granted absolute power and the right to punish his enemies without restriction. Thus, he created the Oprichnina, a personal police force known for its brutality, which acted as the arm of his paranoia and tyranny.

The Atrocities of the Oprichnina

The Oprichnina was Ivan’s tool for crushing any dissent, real or imagined. These men, known for wearing black robes and riding black horses, terrorized cities and villages across Russia. They were infamous for extorting, torturing, and executing both nobles and peasants who opposed the Tsar. Executions were often accompanied by sadistic torture, such as dismemberment, impalement, and mutilation.

The most notorious event of the Oprichnina was the Massacre of Novgorod in 1570. Convinced that the city was plotting to break away from his empire, Ivan ordered the destruction of Novgorod. Thousands of inhabitants, including women and children, were tortured and killed. According to chroniclers of the time, Ivan and his oprichniki murdered indiscriminately, completely destroying the city and looting its wealth.

It is estimated that up to 60,000 people were killed in Novgorod. This massacre became one of the most violent and bloodiest episodes in Russian history, cementing Ivan’s reputation as a merciless tyrant.

The Murder of His Own Son

Among the most tragic and symbolic episodes of Ivan’s cruelty was the murder of his own son, Ivan Ivanovich. In 1581, during a heated argument, the Tsar struck his eldest son and heir with his staff, hitting him on the head with such force that it killed him. This act of violence was motivated by a dispute over how Ivan's pregnant daughter-in-law had been treated, as Ivan believed she was improperly dressed.

The murder of Ivan Ivanovich devastated the Tsar, who reportedly deeply regretted his action, plunging him into an even deeper depression. The death of his heir also plunged Russia into a dynastic crisis, as Ivan’s surviving son, Fyodor I, was mentally incapacitated and incapable of ruling.

The Legacy of Ivan the Terrible

Ivan IV died in 1584 after a reign of nearly four decades, leaving Russia in a state of deep disorder. His death marked the end of an era of violence but also of territorial expansion. During his reign, he led successful military campaigns, annexing vast areas to the east, including the Khanates of Kazan and Astrakhan, expanding Russia’s borders into Siberia.

Despite his territorial successes, Ivan the Terrible is primarily remembered for his legacy of terror. His reign of indiscriminate brutality, the creation of the Oprichnina, and his relentless paranoia left Russia devastated and in a state of chronic distrust between its leaders and the people. He paved the way for the Time of Troubles (“Smuta”), an era of chaos and civil war that followed his death, as the Rurik dynasty collapsed.

Ivan’s violence resonates to this day in Russian culture, where he is seen ambiguously: both as an autocratic builder of the Russian state and as a symbol of tyranny. Ivan’s image, as both a national hero and a ruthless despot, reflects the complex history of Russia and its relationship with authoritarian power.

[novankenn]

Unnatural (v2-Epilogue)

(Chapter List)

MATURE CONTENT WARNING : This story deals with some disturbing themes. Check the tags. IF any of these are triggers for you or will disturb you... then DO NOT READ!!

Using Anna’s abilities to basically step through walls, Jaune was able to procure a completely fresh set of clothing to replace his blood soaked ones. Anabel was still gushing over the pain she had unleashed upon Jacob Dahmer. She was particularly proud of ripping out a section of his spine, before in her final act tearing his diseased heart from his chest. Daisy they knew had been traumatized by viewing Annabel’s actions, but the young girl’s hate for Jacob gave her the strength to weather the display of brutality before relenting and calling Emergency Services.

It was about three days now, since the events of that night. Since, Jaune through Annabel had promised Terra revenge on the condition that she take care of Jaune’s mother. He had watched the news reports through the plate glass of a storefront window.

“An investigation into the death of prominent coach Alyssa Gacey continues. However, verified through multiple sources, and a press release from the agent of Pyrrha Nikos, it has come to light that Coach Gacey was a sexual predator, often taking advantage of her own charges. The charges she was entrusted to protect.”

“In an official statement, the Argus Police have confirmed that there are multiple allegations against the late Alyssa Gacey, some dating back over a decade. It was also announced that due to the violent nature of her Death that the Police are continuing their investigation under the premise that this was a revenge killing.”

“In other news…”

Jaune had to suppress a maliciously sadistic grin at that news. That vermin’s victims have gotten real justice, and any potentials from the future were now safe. Moving off, he made his way towards the airship terminals. He had a promise to keep, and even though it was going to empty his savings, he was going to see his word honored. Through a conversation with Annabel, they had come to the consensus that Vale would be the best place to flee to.

He was just in the process of purchasing his one way ticket when security arrived at the ticket kiosk. Jaune knew instantly that his mother had put out a missing person’s report, and that upon the ticket agent confirming his identity, security had been summoned. It seemed like overkill to have four officers arrive, but Jaune surmised with suggestions from Annabel that he had been listed as a runaway.

“You stupid idiot.” Jaune admonished himself under his breath. Just now, realizing that his age probably also prompted the notification to security. Unwilling to fight, or showcase any of his abilities against average people doing their jobs, Jaune with slumped shoulders allowed himself to be escorted away.

/==/

Jaune was literally choking under the combined pressure of hugs from his mother Saphron and his stepmom-to-be Terra. They were both openly sobbing, which was making it very difficult for Jaune to also not start crying.

“Don’t you ever do something like this to me again.” Saphron whispered into his ear. “You’re my most precious gift, I can’t lose you.”

“You are family to me too, Jaune… I love you just as mush as I love your mom.” Terra whispered into his opposite ear. “We’ll discuss things when we get home… but you’re coming home.”

“But…” Jaune was finding it hard to form any words or even rebuttals to their comments.

“You and Saphron are going to have to explain everything to me.” Terra continued to whisper, “I need to understand, and maybe then I can accept this…”

“And if you can’t?” Jaune whispered back.

“I don’t know, but I need to know everything first, and then we’ll cross that bridge.”

“Let’s go home.” Saphron stated with teary eyes as she released her son from her death grip. “Let’s go home.”

/==/ A/N : And with this Volume 2 is complete. After I do some working out a few things... namely how to justify Terra accepting/ignoring Jaune's activities, I'll work on Volume 3. Volume 3 will either be in Vale prior to Jaune's Beacon attendance, or a mix of Vale and his early attendance at Beacon. Anyway hope you enjoyed this, and if you think there is anything I could have improved upon, feel free to let me know.

[ninelivesastrology]

So my ex friend and pet rat literally told my abuser I was going through his devices and I think it just made him so fucking paranoid that he actually started to spiral when I left (as asked).

cw: rape, CSA, child exploitation, CSAM, coercive control, domestic abuse

I don't really stan going through people's shit and I get sick at the thought of going through anybody's shit now, but this situation is so different because my abuser ended up getting caught with child sexual abuse material.

And the way I was just gaslighted over it was just disgusting, I spent a lot of time just mulling over this "relationship" with someone who didn't exist. The way everyone jumped to protect him is genuinely stomach-turning because why should I have my body accessible to someone like that? Man, I've seen it before, men like this are in entire relationships with an adult woman while getting off to this material or abusing a child and sleeping with the adult. This dynamic is not a "if" scenario, but "when."

Additionally, I have never met a male sexual offender who wasn't a domestic abuser.

In a factual sense, it's really insidious because this type of child exploitation is so permanent in nature when it's uploaded to the internet. It's even more insidious to me because I was the proxy for it. I'm trying to think of a way to word it to my therapist, but it's like, "Imagine someone projecting a child's body onto yours" and the worst part is that he was sadistic. Violent doesn't cut it because... I think of victims who are raped and they're literally torn and bleeding, injured so much that they have to have surgery, even organs removed, that's what he's capable of. Child torture.

If he can do that to an adult, then it's no brainer. Like he made "jokes" about not using safewords and he was not joking. But this is what happens when you normalize "taboo," it's like things that are blatantly off limits are because people think paraphilias are like the usual fetishes, but there's a line in the sense that paraphilias result in trauma to others. Like you cannot group someone who likes to suck toes in the same category as my abuser. It's so funny, everyone squirms and wretches at people who like feet, but let a man want to abuse an infant and everyone's jumping to his defense and saying that the infant won't remember it. Ian Watkins groupies.

If you asked me if I thought my abuser would reoffend, I'm saying yes before you can finish your sentence. It's often survivors who know when their abuser is going to act and what they're likely to do. To reoffend, he's going to become friends with mothers to have access to their kids. He's going to use women to get another woman to let her guard down. He's the type to ask his female friend to put something in your drink to make you black out. He's going to use money to do it. He's going to beg. He's going to cry. He's going to lovebomb you.

I just remember before I left that he was watching Cr1TiKaL'a coverage of EDP445 (caught via sting) like religiously, that and those "know your rights" videos where they teach you how to get a police officer to fuck off.

My pet rat called me a snitch (projecting like a mf) and accused me of bullying her with white woman tears while knowing she was betraying me behind my back over my rapist. There's no remorse and I'm still not being left alone to this day after being diagnosed with a chronic illness and because this asshole wants who he shouldn't have and who he shouldn't be touching.

My abuser and I's relationship wasn't real, it was just an illusion. It was all a lie.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

you mentioned the villains becoming darker because of the way Arkham and the prison and police system breaks them and you are soo right and a good "a character went somewhere and came back wrong" plot is always fun when it is well written but imo another aspect about DC making the villains so dark recently is that this darkness often has no purpose.

It does not do anything for the rogues character development except suddenly making them two dimensional cardboard cutouts of the sadistic hyperviolent villain trope and it often does not do anything for Batman's or other heroes character development either except making them want to kill or be more brutal. At least Batman 2022's super dark and edgy version of the Riddler was there to make Bruce realise that him being edgy grim and violent makes him an inspiration for the wrong kind of people and was a meta callout for edgy comic fans but stuff like some of the One Bad Day comics or TWoJaR doesn't even do that and is just there because violence sells

Exactally. The problem isn't the edgyness and darkness is that this is darkness for darkness sence.

I don't like the Batman Riddler but I still love the movie itself because it did something for Bruce. Darkness for darkness sense it's just dull. It reduces comics to characthers punching each other specially because not only it makes the characthers less dimensional but a lot of the times also makes the narrative itself cliched and boring. It adds nothing.

That being said TWoJaR is hilarious. I don't think it was the intencion but I giggle everytime I see Riddler stupid self-inflicted question mark scar on his waaay to buff body. Between that and they wanting to add edgyness to Kiteman and deciding on his son was killed via Riddler poisoning the kid's kite (what was Eddie planning to do if the kid was a normal middle 2000's new jersian and didn't play with kites? Just let the poison there until the boy was cleaning his room for college years later and found the kite deep on his toy box?) I genuinally had a blast reading. The gay as hell plot twist that Edward got into a gang war against Joker and planned to be heavilly beaten so Joker could laugth? Why? Is Riddler a badly written Harley Quinn now? Bruce telling a story about his complicated feelings for Joker and how he almost killed a guy as a proposal speech to Catwoman? Lovely. I'm amazed Selina accepted it. JOKER being the only characther turned off by murder? Fascinating. I swear is soo bad (it has some actual good moments but they are few and far between) but is soo funny.

[lifeonthemurdersim]

🍴- how do you feel about cannibalism? 🔨- do you prefer to fix your victim to keep torturing later or to kill them? ⚰-what do you do with the body?

for phi and epiphany <3

Ask my ocs things!

I'm going to use they/them for Phi throughout as their use of she/he is generally dependant on their presentation.

🍴- how do you feel about cannibalism?

Phi:

Under normal circumstances, I don't think it's something they'd think about doing but I feel like they'd find it oddly fascinating. They've totally read Bones & All! 🤭

However they're not under normal circumstances; I ship them with a fucking vampire and there's also some other stuff with their family/backstory, so... talking more practically they would consider it if the person was dead anyway and if they were cooked at least medium well.

Epiphany:

Finds the idea kind of gross(and is secretly pretty judgemental of your guy's cult btw even though she knows them)! She'll happily have a taste of MC's blood though!

🔨- do you prefer to fix your victim to keep torturing later or to kill them?

Phi:

As a MC they are not actually looking to kill or torture. If threatened they could kill, and would possibly have a little moment of torture as a treat payback, but they're not particularly sadistic. If a fellow MC got hurt they'd probably have a go at patching them up!

Epiphany:

She's not really looking to kill because she doesn't often realise how violent she's being. When she's in that place she would focus on hurting/torturing rather than killing MC, but she's not necessarily in a state to patch them up. If MC is still breathing when she sobers up she would probably patch them up. If they're not easily fixable and they won't stop whining she would kill them. She doesn't want broken toys!

⚰-what do you do with the body?

Phi:

They read murder and horror novels so you just know they know some creative ways to dispose of a body! If you were to ask them this question they would want more details. Where is this body, how long ago did they die, etc... in some circumstances the part above about cannibalism would come into play, because it's a fairly effective method of disposal!

Epiphany:

She would rather not deal with the disposal herself. If she can get away with calling the police on an imaginary attacker she will. If not, she'll basically throw money at the problem and get in touch with some pretty shady "experts". If she's really struggling she might have to call daddy!

[davidmalcolm]

I have made a connection between Imperial Rome and our world today, and the connection is the glorification of violence. In Rome, it was a controlled entertainment: a visual link to what was happening between the Roman Legions and the 'barbarians at the limits of empire. In our own times, it's a constant reminder of how troubled and nasty we are as a species. The film director who comes to mind is Quentin Tarantino, who's film, Reservoir Dogs, was an exercise in sadistic violence. Others have followed: Inglorious Basterds and Once Upon a Time In Hollywood. I've also seen a documentary piece on the so-called 'Reservoir Dogs' killing of a teenager by other teenagers in a Liverpool Park after watching the film whilst consuming large amounts of alcohol. Whilst it is not seen as a killing directly inspired by the film, one gruesome aspect of it - the slicing off of the policeman's ear by the character Mr Blonde - was attempted on the, by then, dead, body of the victim, hence the description of the torture and killing by the trio of teenagers as 'The Reservoir Dogs killing.'

How these teenagers were left to consume alcohol and watch this film are beyond belief as is the rôle of parents in such cases, which is rarely considered by law, not being taken into consideration. To make their trial less intimidating for the defendants, and following on recommendations from the trial of Venerables and Thompson in the James Bulger case, special arrangements were introduced. The perpetrators were all found guilty and served custodial sentences but have since been released. Little consideration is given, by law, to the victims and victims' families in such cases who have to sit through harrowing details of the case, often in close proximity to the families of the perpetrators. Also the so-called justice meted out to those found guilty is often very far from being a punishment or even opportunity to reflect on their deeds and perhaps change their behaviours.

Back in Imperial Rome, the main entertainments were the often dangerous chariot races and gladiatorial contests. The gladiators were well trained, well fed and housed in seclusion but often with other perks provided by the upper classes of Roman women, but until their liberation by Marcus Aurelius, alluded to in the film Gladiator, they were captive slaves kept for the entertainment of the Roman people, high and low born alike. Indeed. Marcus Aurelius was so impressed by the fact of the plague infecting Rome at the time of his reign and killing as many as 2000 people a day, not affecting the gladiators, he had Commodus placed under the guardianship of his physician Galen, recommending the gladiatorial regime. I guess the closest we have now to gladiatorial contests are boxing and cage fighting, although heavily regulated and without the fatal outcomes often seen in the Colosseum in Rome. There are special channels, especially on YouTube, Telegram, etc, dedicated to violent content such as armed conflict, criminal and police killings, riots and punch ups. Violence and or the threat of it seems to underly our mafia like conduct as human beings with peaceful and tolerant living being seen as an undesirable and weak option. As we know such a core attitude simply leads to unending strife - the life of the eternal vendetta, almost like a circle in Dante's Hell, where no resolution is found, just an endless cycle of violence.