#tw: homicide mention

[uncanny-tranny]

Honestly, there is a certain type of fetishizing of violence that occurs when you are the victim of abuse - wherein people talk directly to you about how much they fantasize about your abuser/s dying and being killed - "all abusers must be killed!" they say.

As a victim of prolonged abuse, I never felt cared for when people indulged that information to me. It often feels like my abuse is being exploited for others to enact their own violent fantasies and secret desires - my abuse means nothing to them in the same way that I didn't matter to my abusers. It's not support - it's just another cycle of violence.

I'm begging people to care more about victims and survivors than they do about retribution of abusers. Nowhere along the way should your focus on the abuser outweigh the people affected by their abuse. If you truly want to support abuse victims and survivors, start with us

[ofmythsandfables]

the lovely @ghostofaformerself liked for a starter with Charlotte!

❈ — "The victim was dead before the gunshot wound."

Using both her index and middle fingers, Charlotte was able to point out purplish blotches around the nose and mouth areas. "These indicate asphyxiation. There was also some hemorrhaging in the lungs to help back that up as well."

The pathologist sighs and looks at Rayne standing on the opposite side of the body. "The gunshot wound wasn't due to suicide. It was made to look as such, which means you're for certain dealing with a homicide."

[jiraisupportgroup]

[mint-mumbles]

[shattered-system]

Things our system has that people would treat us like a monster/horror trope over:

- Not only alters with low empathy, alters with no empathy at all

- Alters with extreme anger issues that break our things and litter our body with cuts and bruises

- Alters with extreme suicidal and/or homicidal urges

- Alters who try to reenact our past traumas

- Alters who cannot recognize our own apartment or partner and try to run away (without keys or our phone or even shoes, not recognizing those objects as ours)

- Periods of dissociation so intense we cannot move no matter how serious the consequences

- Periods of dissociation so intense we become dizzy and uncoordinated

- Periods of dissociation so intense our depth perception fails

- Periods of dissociation so intense we have trouble feeling physical sensations

- Dissociation so heavy we become pale and in danger of passing out

- Amnesia to the point it hampers any social life we try to have

This disorder is a traumatic one. Feel free to add on with your experiences.

[killerlittlerejects]

I didn’t wanna be the one to say it, and please know that I mean no disrespect to anyone.

But I’m getting frustrated with how many people are like “oh we should respect the wishes of clockworks creator cause she’s his vent oc and shouldn’t do these certain things” which fine. If that’s what you wanna do, that’s what you wanna do.

But I personally don’t feel comfortable with having to step on glass for the comfort of an abuser. I’m not gonna respect the wishes of a hypocrite who demands people to do certain things when he turns around and fucking hurts/traumatizes someone else.

If ya’ll have no idea what I’m talking about, go see this post here. Be mindful of trigger warnings. It’s been out since march and the lack of attention is honestly concerning.

I will happily respect what everyone else wants to do, this isn’t a call for everyone to start hating clockwork and everyone who wants to respect the wishes of the creator. I just want it to be known why I don’t feel comfortable doing so.

[s1lly-gh02tz]

GUN AND SUI. IMPLIED TW⚠️😰😰😰😰😰

Sighs TikTok wouldn’t let me post this (I wonder why)

[creepy-bi-day]

Haven’t done one of these in a while. So here we fuckin go

Creeps as Quotes I’ve seen/Heard

Brian: “Are you sure we can’t just commit arson and run? What are they gonna do. Dust for fingerprints?”

Tim: “Why does the modern world insist on me waking up at eight AM? Please just let me rot.”

Toby: “How would you, as a DND nerd, go about turning piss into Mountain Dew? For science.”

Cody: “So like. If there’s another lockdown I’m either committing homicide or suicide. I haven’t decided yet.”

EJ: “Did you know that your body can regrow limbs?” (What?) “Sorry. I had to make sure you’re paying attention. Technically we have the gene for it, but it’s like. Off.”

Kate: talking about how expensive an ambulance is “No, for real. Throw me in the backseat of a car and just fucking drive.”

BEN: “Humans are divine creatures in their own right, and we create machines and computers in our image.”

Jane: “I came back to vomit (insert hot character here) simpage and forgot the chat left off on Laika.”

And some screenshots of the cursed best friend groupchat:

[victoria-vd]

Preliminary Warning

// tw mentions of violence, mentions of death, homicidal ideation

OFFSCREEN POST

Victoria did not care for the winter solstice.

Not only was the stress that it brought insurmountable, but it was also the day of which she had the misfortune of being born. And while the Velascos were not a family of superstition, they were no strangers to weaponizing it when it was most convenient.

Such is the spirit of the holidays. The young heiress let out a small sigh as she cast her eyes across her elegantly-decorated bed. There, on the other side, her best friend sat engrossed in her laptop, tapping away at the keyboard. The setting sun cast orange rays through the windows, cloaking the entire room in a golden glow. Esper’s white hair captured the light of the sun in such a picturesque manner that one might mistake strands of her hair for the finest strings of exquisite, iridescent pearls. Her head was angled in such a manner that it perfectly blocked the sun from Victoria’s view, casting a halo of sunlight around her entire face.

At least Esper’s presence would make it all more tolerable.

“Oh,” Esper suddenly raised her head from her laptop and turned her gaze to the girl beside her, blinding her with light now that her head no longer blocked the setting sun. Victoria squinted but refused to shut her eyes, giving her friend her undivided attention as she continued, “I just remembered, when is your family meant to be arriving?” The girl tilted her head, “I keep hearing mention of them coming, but I haven’t really been told a day?”

Victoria’s eyebrow twitched in irritation. Ah. Right. The greatest source of her ire around this time of the year: her extended family. The solstice celebration had always been a warzone filled with backhanded remarks and underhanded tactics bordering on psychological torture— she had no doubt that her cousins had plenty of new “tricks” prepared for her this year. 

She raised her chin to the ceiling in thought. “Come to think of it, I believe the first batch will arrive tomorrow.” The anticipation of her cousins' arrival added to her dread. It was anyone’s guess as to which of her relatives in Unova would arrive first: her Tia Marina or her Tio Adan. But between the two, Tia Marina cared more about punctuality, so it was more likely that she would arrive before Adan and his son. An unfortunate double-edged sword— while Victoria found her Tia Marina and her daughter respectable, her eldest son Sebástian was… a different story. Frankly, he was the one she was the most apprehensive towards out of all of her cousins— unlike the rest, his disdain for Victoria in particular was much more… personal.

It was then that a dark thought occurred to Victoria. A horrid idea lurked in the back of her mind, planting seeds of unease that began to take root to the already present dread in her brain: she would not put it past her cousins to use Esper as a means to get at Victoria. Especially since there was no doubt that Esper would be present at the party. The girl furrowed her brows and drew her lips into a line. The mere thought of this possibility made her feel apprehensive. She didn’t need visions of the future to predict the many ways they could take advantage of the situation. 

…A very obvious one instantly came to mind.

The sudden sound of a laptop shutting echoed throughout the room, snapping Victoria back to the present moment as Esper shifted closer to her on the bed. “You alright there, Tori?” she asked, brows furrowed slightly with worry. She looked at her with such fondness that it made the girl feel sick to her stomach. There was so much that she didn’t know— didn’t remember— that Victoria was certain her cousins would be more than happy to inform her of. 

Or show her outright.

The last thought made her abruptly sit up and turn to Esper with a sharp breath. “I believe there is something important I should inform you of.”  The words tumbled from her mouth with a forced haste that betrayed her growing anxiety.

Esper gave a small reassuring smile, “Then I will listen.”

Victoria shut her eyes and drew in a long, hesitant breath. Of course she would agree to listen so easily. She didn’t know. She didn’t remember. The young heiress doubted she would give her the same doe-eyed stare once she reminded her. Casting a downward glance to her hands, she silently contemplated where to start. Perhaps it was best to provide context before thrusting her into the horrors of the past.

“As you know, over the coming weeks leading up to the solstice, more of my extended family will be staying here at the estate,” Victoria started. “My brother and I have warned you it will not be the most pleasant of reunions for…” she paused for a moment, casting a sideways glance, “various reasons.” 

The other girl quietly nodded.

“But…” the young heiress met the eyes of her best friend, “I believe you deserve to know something that occurred on the solstice. Something that I’ve refrained from reminding you of thus far.”

 Her friend spoke with an innocent tilt of her head, “If you're comfortable with sharing, then go ahead.” 

Unfortunately, Victoria could think of little that would be more uncomfortable to share! But it was better that Esper heard it from her than from one of her cousins.

“Do you recall the date which Diaz mentioned a few months back— December 21st, 2015?” She didn’t wait for a response. “It was my sixth birthday. You were there that day. As was Diaz. And our brothers. And the rest of my family.”

She stared off into the distance as she spoke, recalling the hazy memory of the event in her mind.

Victoria did not care for the winter solstice. Not only was the stress that it brought insurmountable, but it was also the day of which she had the misfortune of being born. It was tradition to celebrate the anniversary of one’s birth, and it seemed there was nothing more that the Velascos loved more than to celebrate with loud, crowded parties with people who hated one another. Such is the spirit of the holidays. But at least Estelle was there every year to make it all more tolerable.  But frankly, as Victoria sat on the couch with her head tucked behind her knees, she found that today her patience with Estelle— as well as everyone else— was wearing thin. It was as if everyone simultaneously forgot how to keep their thoughts to themselves and unanimously decided to verbalize every single thing that ran through their mind. She didn’t need to hear the dilemma between whether someone wanted cheese or chocolate. She didn’t need to hear everyone interjecting into one another’s conversations before it was their turn to speak. She didn’t need to hear the contents of all of the gifts everyone brought for her before she even had a chance to open them. The fact that no one seemed to mind the cacophony of overlapping voices made the girl want to tear out her own hair. She could barely hear herself think, let alone process anything that was being said around her.  She wanted nothing more than some peace and quiet. But alas, she was trapped in this deafening prison by social obligation. She’s a big girl now, she can suffer in silence for a few more hours.  From behind the couch, she briefly heard the concerned voice of her Tio Paz. Was he talking to her? She thought she heard him mention her name. His footsteps approached her.  Victoria bit back a grumble. She liked her Tio Paz— he was a nice man�� but if she had to talk to anyone she might just explode.  She heard him ask her… something. There were definitely words coming out of his mouth. She buried her head further into her knees, feeling a simmering rage bubbling in her veins. He was only adding to the noise. Did he call her name again? It sounded like her name. He sounded closer than before. Oh, he might have said Estelle’s name as well. Victoria forgot that she was sitting next to her. Did she say something back? Her Father’s brother said something to her again. Victoria really wished he would leave her alone and stop talking to her. Her hands clutched at her hair. She wished everyone would just leave her alone and stopped talking. Please stop talking.  A hand suddenly landed on her shoulder.  With a sudden fury, she whirled around and—

“—And I killed him,” Victoria finished, crossing her arms and raising her chin. “In front of everyone.”

“Oh…” Esper blinked, “I—”

“The unfortunate result of a young psychic discovering herself at a party full of people and having an outburst.” 

“Mhm…” The other girl nodded slowly. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger as she continued, “I’m happy you felt comfortable enough to tell me this.”

Victoria tapped her finger against her arm and waited for her to say something— anything else. For Esper to back away, to grimace, to show some sort of caution around her. But there was nothing— not a word nor a thought in her mind that acknowledged the gravity of what she had just told her. “Is… that all you have to say?” 

“I’m… not really sure how else to respond?” Esper sheepishly smiled, the strand of hair unfurling as she moved to rub the back of her neck, “I don’t think there’s much for me to say, honestly.”

The heiress looked her up and down. “I believe most people would typically have a bigger reaction to being told that they witnessed their friend kill a man with their mind in front of them.”

Her friend shrugged, “I mean— What response could I give that you haven’t heard a million times before? ‘Oh, that must’ve been hard on you’ or ‘I’m sorry that happened to you’. Like… How am I ‘meant’ to respond?”

Victoria raised an eyebrow at her, baffled. “With… apprehension? Discomfort? Hesitation? Fear?” How was this a question that needed to be asked? The typical response to being informed that someone close to you had taken an innocent man’s life was an immediate— usually negative— reaction. At this point, she’d be less bewildered if Esper jumped for joy rather than have no reaction whatsoever. 

“If you want fear, I could grab my cane and run for the hills if it’d make ya’ feel better,” Esper playfully bumped shoulders with her. “I wouldn’t get very far but I can try.”

Oh. So she wasn’t taking this seriously. Was that it? “I do not believe you are in a position to joke about the matter, Esp,” the young heiress narrowed her eyes. “I could have easily killed you and everyone else in the room that day.”

The other girl’s brows furrowed in confusion, “But that didn’t happen. I can understand what you may be feeling but don’t you always say ‘What’s done is done’?”

She just wasn’t getting it, was she? 

“I want to kill someone again, Esper,” Victoria stated coldly. “Purposefully.”

That night— the very instant before her Tio Paz died— was the only time she’d ever been able to truly let herself loose. Every moment from then on she had restrained herself to prevent a potential catastrophe of cataclysmic proportions. No matter how much she trained, no matter how many boulders she threw at herself for the purpose of pulverizing them into dust with her mind, nothing quite satiated that curiosity— the temptation…

Esper sat there in silence for a moment. She seemed as though she was thinking over her friend’s words, mulling them over in her mind before nodding. “That makes sense, I think a lot of people would feel the same if they were in your position.” The girl tilted her head as she continued, “You want to know how you’d feel if you did it on purpose, is that it?”

“It would be so easy,” Victoria looked down at her hands. She wouldn’t even have to snap her fingers to do it. No one would really be able to stop her from subjecting someone to the most violent and horrific death imaginable. And in the unlikely event that she were ever caught, unless the investigation knew she was psychic, odds are that there would not be enough evidence to convict her of homicide.

“It would be, ya.” Esper spoke, her voice soft as she reached over and rested her hand atop Victoria’s, “Thank you for telling me, and if you ever want to talk about it I’m always available.”

Oh.

She slowly glanced down at the hand atop of hers, then back to her friend.

“Okay.”

Scene End.

[Esper belongs to @espers-n-espurrs]

[delusi0nalraik0]

You could never love him like I do.

[lilac-set]

Hi! Just letting you all know that you're amazing! Also for an actual question what song pumps you up?

Oh, thank you!! You’re all amazing too! /genuine

Air really likes “candy hearts” and “sparkle queens” by xomg pop, but he really only likes the old versions, they got rerecorded after half the group left and the old ones got taken down, we havent found where to find all xomg’s old stuff yet but we havent really looked yet

Earth is the pretty much the only one that actually listens to music frequently, Water and i 🔥 havent really found our own taste in music yet, although theres a song on Earth’s playlist i really like called “no parallels” by hands like houses. If Water had to name one he would probably say “say you like me” by we the kings, again from Earth’s playlist

🪨 if we’re talking about songs that pump me up, i have to mention “for the glory” by all good things, i used to listen to it a lot but ive tried not to the past year or so, because i dont have a healthy relationship with it. Basically, im not traumagenic, i was born with the body (just like all my sysmates), i dont exist to fulfill a role, but after we experienced trauma i chose to step up as a physical and emotional protector of my system, and then i made that my entire identity and felt like i failed my purpose in life when i failed to protect them, and was just spiraling rapidly downward into self loathing and homicidal ideation, which is why we quit using system roles at all in favor of mbti and still why i dont front that often, despite having fronted almost exclusively for the years prior, during our trauma. Anyway, this song has an easy time sucking me right back into the protector mindset, which is why i try to avoid it. But god its a good song. Anyway, in no particular order i like pretty much everything thats ever been recorded by imagine dragons, sugarcult, the score, paramore, yellowcard, and probably some others but those immediately come to mind, i dont think i can pick a favorite, but i can be more specific if youre looking for recommendations

[thescarletkiller]

Guess what? Y’all are getting a double whammy today. I’m posting two chapters at once since the new updates will be here soon and I’m excited to finish it up. This one marks the final chapter of my SK Francis fanfic.

TW for mentions of murder, gore, violence, self harm, suicidal ideation and violent thoughts

To everyone who read to the end, thank you all so much for reading. It makes me happy to see that the AU I created has been appreciated by you all. Feel free to write a comment or send in some asks regarding the fanfic 🖤

[mint-hiddenite]

Chat, do you think I’m a cutie?

Do you think I’m a cuuuutie, Chat?

…

“No, go krill yourself-”

*THUD*

MATE, YOU DON’T THINK I’VE TRIED?!

*chat conversation under read more*

Who’s Who

Happy_Noodle777 - Johnny “Nny” C (Johnny the Homicidal Maniac)

TheBestByFar - Mihael “Mello” Keehl (Death Note)

Moon_Light - Light Yagami (Death Note)

Jeff_Der_K1ller - Jeffrey “Jeff the Killer” Woods (Creepypasta)

Matsuda78 - Touta Matsuda (Death Note)

xX_mmy_Xx - Jimmy “Mmy” (Johnny the Homicidal Maniac)

Chat

Happy_Noodle777: plz change the song. I'm going to commit crimes if I hear this shit one more time

TheBestByFar: You should play dress to impress

Moon_Light: Elden Ring?

Jeff_Der_K1ller: DRESS TO IMPRESS DRESS TO IMPRESS DRESS TO IMPRESS DRESS TO IMPRESS DRESS TO IMPRESS DRESS TO IMPRESS

Matsuda78: DRESS TO IMPRESS!

Happy_Noodle777: NO!!! DON'T PLAY THAT SHITTY ROBLOX GAME!!!

Happy_Noodle777: PLAY POSTAL INSTEAD

Matsuda78: Of course you're pretty! ^-^

Moon_Light: You're cute

Moon_Light: No homo

Jeff_Der_K1ller: No XD

TheBestByFar: ig

Happy_Noodle777: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!

Jeff_Der_K1ller: u look stinky

Happy_Noodle777: GO KRILL YOURSELF

Jeff_Der_Killer: stinky bastard man

xX_mmy_Xx: f@ggot

Moon_Light: This is why you need mods

Happy_Noodle777: @xX_mmy_Xx SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! YOU ABSOLUTE PIECE OF SHIT!!!!!!!! NO ONE FUCKING LOVES YOU!!!!!!!

Matsuda78: I can mod for you! ^_^

xX_mmy_Xx: @Happy_Noodle777 sorry

Jeff_Der_KIller: LMAOOOOO

TheBestByFar: HOLY SHIT

Matsuda78: O_O

Moon_Light: What's that poster in the back?

Jeff_Der_K1ller: LMFAOOOOO

xX_mmy_Xx: clipped

TheBestByFar: Jesus Christ

Moon_Light: Calm down!

Happy_Noodle777: Me too, you're not special

Jeff_Der_K1ller: KRILL YOURSELF KRILL YOURSELF KRILL YOURSELF KRILL YOURSELF KRILL YOURSELF KRILL YOURSELF KRILL YOURSELF KRILL YOURSELF KRILL YOURSELF

[justatorturedpoet]

Lately I have more people I'd like to kill that I'd like to hug

[sharp-silver4795]

CAN YOU PLEASE DO A HEADCANON DUMP OR A STORY DUMP PLEASE 😋

I tried to do a dump, but I ended up being on only 1 subject- I’m so sorry!!!

For some reason my little ADHD brain is great at being random irl but not when I’m writing abt my hyper fixations-

I hope this is good 🥲

Death HC’s

Writing this part at 6am I am not sure what will be ahead as I usually write a wall of text and edit the rest later T.T

This is legit all about death, so… I guess take these warning.

Least sensitive? > Mild > Most?

Death

I made a whole lore for death just for creepypasta.

If anyone plays sky here, it will be very helpful for the guardian of the Nile 🙃

So, there are 3 areas after death: Xenos, Delta, and Hydra. (All are Greek words)

Each is ruled by a guardian that has the skull(?) of a different animal.

There’s a river in each that aids the shades in some way or another.

General Idea of Death

The way this works is, when a human is born, they begin an hourglass that flips and turns depending on their actions and deeds while living.

Frame is made from wood that looks like roots coiling around each other and gold laced within them.

When the person dies, one of the guardians (either with the bull or rabbit) will break it in half and turn it into a balance for judgement.

The “sand” inside of it is actually the ashes of the person’s soul.

As long as the person does not have a neutral level, they’re soul has to be burned so they can’t escape their fate (more on this later)

Even though they seem like heaven or hell, both can be seen as punishments

Each guardian has a staff that they use to hold the balance.

Xenos, Rabbit, and The Nile

Xenos is the equivalent to “heaven”.

It is guarded by death with the skull/head of a rabbit.

Its staff is made from granite and bone.

Remember when I said ppl who play sky would have a better picture of the head? Yeah- in days of fortune there’s a rabbit mask, kinda like that.

I used a bunch of different mythologies from over the world to make these realms after death. Xenos is based more on Egyptian myth.

The Nile is supposed to provide life to the land behind its gate.

Speaking of the gate- it’s made of gold and obsidian with the (actual) skull of a rabbit over the middle.

It’s called “Xenos” (Greek word for stranger) because once you go in, you are NOT coming back out. So no one who has seen it will ever be able to tell what it’s like. Whether that is good or bad is up to the person.

It can be so repetitive for the shades there that they want to leave just for a chance at something new, but the gate just gets farther away the closer they get.

Delta, The Bull, and Styx

Delta is the idea of Hell.

Delta is the Greek word for difference or separation. The area is called Delta because it is a complete separation from any other being, even other shades.

It is guarded by Death with the skull of a bull.

Its staff is made from pyrite and deer antlers.

The Styx acts as a trap of sorts. It is the opposite of the Nile. Those who drink from it burn their bodies from the inside out, only to be resurrected within the river itself.

Death (bull) only wants to see the shades suffer.

The gate is made from petrified wood and the bull’s skull sits at the top of the cast iron frame.

When the shades step past the gate, they are immediately met with heavy but dry air.

They walk for miles to reach the island that death resides in. The Styx surrounds it.

It is during this walk that the shade may dare to attempt at an escape.

If it tries, their journey to the gate will be 20x longer than their walk to death itself. It will choke out from exhaustion seconds before meeting the gate.

Its “body” will wither to sand as the shade is trapped in the dry soil where it laid, to be trampled by the other spirits that will walk across.

If it chooses not to escape, it will be more bearable for a while…

The poor tired and thirsty shade will drink from the river only to be met with pure agony as it feels itself corrode.

It starts to beg and plead for mercy. Though this is only the beginning on its misery.

Depending on the person’s actions they will suffer within Styx differently.

Hydra, the Fox, and Phlegethon

Phlegethon is from Dante’s inferno, described as a boiling river of blood.

Death (Fox) is the only form of death that does not reside within its realm.

Hydra is for demons and vengeful spirits.

Though there are a few exceptions.

The Fox is meant to be the true neutral with judgement.

If there is a disagreement or bias, the Fox will take over.

The fox’s staff is the only one that is two sided. It is made from clay and vines.

Hydra’s gate is a typical wooden gate with (instead of a lock) the skull of a fox.

The only “punishment” part of Hydra is going into it. The spirit has to be dragged through phlegethon. Considering it is a boiling river of blood, it would be painful.

One big difference is that the hourglasses are made from clay, steel, and bronze and the sand is made from tiny crystals of their pain.

And their souls are not burned. They can redeem/condemn themselves if they ever choose to permanently leave Hydra, though it is unlikely.

Hydra is much more pleasant due to the fact that The Fox doesn’t reside there. It rarely interferes with the natural flow of the area.

So, yeah? Is this ok-

[prettyboybillyhargrove]

Sometimes i get bad moods and think to myself. If Billy was alive do you think he could get out without people's help? (Not that they're helping but) like do you think he can leave that piece of shit behind and start a new life? get therapy, start healing, maybe go to university, find a job etc etc idk. Or do you think N*il would beat him to death in a fight? Or maybe worse Billy fuckin riot one day and he kill N*il?