#tw: threatened violence

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was taking an exam at school, except Chica from FNAF was there and if I made one wrong move she’d fucking kill me.

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

A glimpse of what shits like when youre kidnapped as a lab rat and your new residence is Dr. Edgar Zomboss' lab.

[joitiks]

caught on a trail cam somewhere in northeast FL.

[ghost-nick]

⚠️Ghost trick spoilers!! And implied violence and threatening behavior, tread with caution! ⚠️

"Does it make you feel alive?"

[genericpuff]

fp spoilers ahead and a content warning for violence:

hades normally:

hades when he's possessed by his dead dad and threatening to rip his wife's head off:

i rest my case, make murder hobo hades president, rip her head off you beautiful sick fuck-

[writersmorgue]

Febuwhump Day 17 - Hostage Situation

Inspired by this prompt

TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 996

◈━◈━◈━◈━◈

Katsuki watches in horror as the villain raises the gun to Denki’s temple. 

The man is halfway to death’s door already, having taken a severe beating in the battle that led them here. He can’t survive much more, definitely not a shot to the head. 

“Hold the fuck on,” He curses his voice for wavering, the villain’s eye glinting when he realizes he hit a sore spot, “don’t do any of that shit. What are you attacking the Commission for?”

Katsuki tries to keep his hands steady, pleading no sparks set off and freak out the villain. 

The man chuckles, raising an eyebrow, “So quick to negotiate with me, dearest Ground Zero? I thought you’d be tougher than that. I’m sure this pathetic boy is nothing more than a pebble under your boot.” He nudges the gun harder into Denki’s head, smearing blood from an earlier wound. 

Denki winces, eyes fluttering. Katsuki sneers, shifting his weight, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Oh,” The villain takes the bait, “I need to know the location of Overhaul’s little doll. Unfortunately, the heroes I asked before weren’t too keen on letting me search for her freely, so I figured I’d go to the source. They probably keep the lab rat in the lab, correct?”

Katsuki’s jaw flexes at the mention of Eri. The young girl was under Aizawa’s care and had been since she was freed, but that was top-secret information, and no one so motivated had come looking. 

“So!” The villain jolts Katsuki out of his thoughts, “Tell me her location and let me go free or the little bitch here gets it!” His finger flexes over the trigger, Katsuki’s blood running cold. 

“If I told you where she is, we would both die. I’m under oath.” Katsuki explains lowly, holding his hands out, “Her caretaker would kill you before you made it within a mile of her.”

The villain’s smile widens, “Ah, but you do know where she is? I see.” 

Shit. Shit . 

Katsuki clenches his fists, shaking his head, “You’ll have to get through dozens of other heroes. The best I can do is let you go.”

For a moment, Katsuki’s heart lets him believe the man considers it. He angles the gun down, grazing it over Denki’s arm. 

He lets his eyes close for just a moment, breathing in to steady himself. 

A bang and a blood-curdling shriek snap him out of his temporary calmness. 

Red eyes snap open, looking first at Denki’s head, but seeing no fresh wounds, he looks down. 

The villain had shot right through the hero’s wrist, leaving his hand mangled and dangling at a horrible angle. 

“The little brat has a rewind quirk, I’ve heard. Seems to be true from how tightly they’ve got her secured.” The gun travels up Denki’s shuddering arm to his shoulder, “Might want to take us to her if you want this one to live, hm?”

Fuck, FUCK. 

Katsuki freezes, totally and completely lost. 

He could attack now, catch him off guard when he thinks Katsuki is cornered. 

But most likely Denki wouldn’t make it. 

No, not an option. 

He could agree, but he, the villain, and most likely Denki as well would be taken out for endangering Eri. 

He doesn’t have any bargaining power here, what else would the villain want that could distract him long enough for Katsuki to grab Denki and go? He only has his bracers on him, boots, comm device, aids, the dumbass American coin Denki found on their last patrol that Katsuki never took out of his pocket-

His eyes dart up to the blond’s mangled wrist, bloody tears carving a path in the dust caked on his face. 

Denki dies or they both die endangering a child. 

Katsuki looks down at his hand, ignoring the taunts from the villain tracing the barrel of the gun up and down Denki’s side. 

He reaches his palm up and places it at the side of his own head. 

The villain snickers, pressing the gun to Denki’s temple again, “You wouldn’t.”

He briefly wonders what his younger self would think of this. Him, threatening to kill himself to protect dunce face of all people? The idiot who almost killed their entire class trying to make toast, the dumbass who fried all of Katsuki’s arm hair off once, the motherfucker who was Katsuki’s second real friend at UA- the one who sat next to him without fear even when he threatened to break his neck.

A hundred of his deaths are worth one of Denki’s. If either of them should survive this, it should be him. 

Katsuki takes a deep breath, “I would rather die than kill someone innocent, especially a child.” He smirks, “You’re not getting shit from me. You pull that trigger and I blow: You’re back to the start.”

He can tell the villain is starting to believe him. 

“But- the media-”

Katsuki quirks an eyebrow, “You really think the media knows shit about me?”

His hand flexes on his head, and he can feel the nitro seeping into his hair. Even if he lives, he’ll be a walking matchstick. 

The villain growls, shaking Denki slightly, “I’m going to kill this fucking brat, and you’re not going to do a fucking thing. You’re just a lowlife hero who cares for no one but himself.”

“Would I still be here if that were true? You took my friend hostage, not me. Fortunately for him, I do give a shit about his dumbass.” 

Denki is thrown to the ground, Katsuki flinches at the movement but doesn’t let his hand move from his head. 

He winces at Denki’s poor wrist, hoping he can get the guy to a healer in time. 

“Take your fuckass twink, I’m fucking out of here.” The villain spins on his heel, sprinting out of Katsuki’s sight. 

He heaves a breath of relief, stepping forward to kneel by the other hero. 

Fuck, I can’t believe I just did that.

[inkoherentwriting]

trying to assuage my worries about my dental appt tomorrow and about not tagging everyone in my wip wednesday that i meant to by thinking about how funny in effect it would be to be velwyn benirus in a world where fariel bought the manor

velwyn just enjoying that his "loose ends" are tied up and then the angriest 5 foot something bosmer comes in, punches his table in half, and demands he help her fix the spooky ghost curse problem

[lovebites-if]

hypothetically,, what would a love triangle between L, mc and Val look like? 👉👈

When you get to your spot next to [Val/L] that morning, you see a charred mess next to your computer. A charred mess that wasn’t there when you left the office yesterday— A charred mess that won’t be easy to clean. At all.

It’s not your fault. You know it’s not. But, as things stand, A is going to kill you got the catastrophic barbeque that has taken place on your spot.

A little panicked, you turn toward the only other person in the room, “Hey, L,” you hesitate and then point to the disaster that is your desk, “What’s this?”

The siren snorts, doesn’t even look at you as they take one headphone jack off their ear. They lean back on their chair in a way you know would make Cyrus nag about ‘unsafe workplace attitudes’.

“Dumitru wanted to give you flowers,” L shrugs.

“Oh,” you pause. Look at the mess, then back at L “And the... Flowers?”

They clarify, “Those are the flowers. I burned them.”

“Oh,” you pause again. “... Why?”

“You never shut up do you? I could. So I did it. There.”

Their resistance (and their flushed cheeks) manage to light up the curiosity in you, and so you try and fail for the next few minutes to get them to spill why. Keyword: fail.

(Later, when the vampire gets to work, they walk in the office carrying themself with the same airs of faint superiority. Their cold, red eyes soften when they land on you, only to harden again when they see you’re with L, and what has happened to their gift for you. Then, Val turns toward the siren.

“Greetings pet,” they address you instead, all the attention L gets from Val is a deadly and freezing glare, “I hope you, or someone you know, is fond of fish sticks.”

Unimpressed, L flips Val off, “Suck my fish dick.”)

[controversial-blorbo-bracket]

I feel like that thing about "hey maybe don't tell people to kys over a silly poll" shouldn't be hidden in the tags like that. I happened to have seen something like that earlier that knocked me for a loop so I appreciate the whole 'hey that's not cool' thing

You’re right, I shouldn’t hide it in the tags. So this is to everyone: if you tell people to kill themselves in the notes or tags you ARE getting blocked on sight. If you get that upset about a stranger’s opinion on a fictional character you need to log off. This is not the place for that shit.

I’m not a prude. Put whatever you want on my posts! If you really hate people who hate your favorite character, tag saying you’ll kill them yourself instead of making them do it for you, pussy. But there are certain lines you do not cross and don’t pretend you don’t fucking know what they are.

[resizura]

i will say its an interesting choice to take brian irons (a corrupt police chief who takes bribes from corporations and wants to have control over his city and police station, who is also a serial killer and sexual assaulter) and have him tie up, physically beat a 19 year old girl while holding her at gunpoint and kidnap a 12 year old for no apparent reason, when in the original game he didnt give a shit about claire OR sherry (or her pendant) and just wanted power and control over his police station because it was all he had left

[zappedbyzabka]

Thinking about Bobby’s outbursts of anger when fighting.

He goes from “Maybe we should just chill” to “You’re dead. I’m going to kill you!”

[one-time-i-dreamt]

An artist I follow was messaging me threatening to kill me if I didn’t commission them, but I didn’t have the money to do so. I woke up worried that they would break into my house for some reason.

[your-daily-snl]

The Bike Messenger, starring a professional cyclist (Mike Myers) who finds himself having conversations with passerbys.

Original Air Date: 1994

[acollectionofcuriousreblogs]

Its Sad Theory Time

I’m thinking about Captain Lovelace. Thinking about all the crew members she lost. Thinking about how much she blames herself for their death. Thinking about how severe the survivor’s guilt most be.

And now I’m thinking about her ‘death’ during the mutiny. I’m thinking about how, when Kepler was deciding which one of them to kill, she spoke up right before the end of his ‘Eeny, meeny miny, moe’ bit was over. That timing…I believe it’s significant. Let me explain

Because it’s a podcast, we can never really know who he was going to pick. But Lovelace and Eiffel were there. They would know. And I would bet you, Kepler was going to pick Eiffel. Lovelace realized it, at the end there.

So she speaks up. She tells Kepler to fuck off. She spits in his face and says she pities him and, in Doug’s words, she does everything to poke the bear. And it works. Kepler shoots her.

Now, this could be interpreted several other ways. Maybe Kepler was going to pick Lovelace and she realized that, so instead of just letting it happen, she brought it on herself. She took her last stand, robbing him of the satisfaction he would’ve got from killing her. And I think that’s very plausible.

But what if…

Im thinking about Captain Lovelace, still carrying that survivors guilt. I’m thinking about Captain Lovelace realizing that she’s about to lose another one of her crew members. I’m thinking about her deciding that she will not, cannot, let another one of her friends die, how she cannot be the sole survivor again. 

So she pokes the bear. She does everything she can to divert Kepler’s attention away from Eiffel and onto her. She metaphorically throws herself in front of the bullet meant for him. That was a meditated, conscious decision.

Right before she dies, Lovelace tells Eiffel that she had to do this. She had to save him, because she failed to save so many others. Maybe Captain Lovelace really just couldn’t hold her tongue. But I think it’s a lot more plausible that the Captain knew exactly what she was doing.

[tryan-a-bex]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022), InCryptid - Seanan McGuire Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gault & Jed Walker, Antimony Price/Sam Taylor Characters: Jed Walker, Gault (The Sandman), Lucien | Lucienne (The Sandman), Alice Price-Healy, Antimony Price, Sam Taylor (InCryptid) Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Mind Control, Implied/Referenced Torture, flensing, Explosives, Grenades, Knives, Nightmares, Nightmare death, jed walker is a knight, gaulcienne, Canon-Typical Violence, Alice is just being herself, Separation Anxiety, Tea Parties, talking is better than fighting, it's sweet and fluffier than it sounds i promise Series: Part 6 of Walking with the Walkers, Part 10 of A Quiet Love with Wings Summary:

“I hate to ask you this, Gault, but it has to be a Major Arcana and I have a feeling Fiddler’s Green is too peaceful and the Corinthian is too violent. I need someone who can talk her down.” “Of course, Lucienne. You know I will always be willing to help you.” “I know, love! But be careful, will you? None of the nightmares who have been assigned to her this week have come back, and we don’t know what she is doing to them.” “I promise to be careful. I’ll come back to you, Lucienne. Major Arcana, after all. And hopefully whatever she is doing to her nightmares, she won’t do it to a dream.” “Go with my love, then.”

@monsterfucktoberbingo for the cryptid square

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

Ted steps in when he sees Jamie with his Dad in the season one finale and James isn’t happy when they return to Manchester.

For the day 18 prompt: “I tend to deflect when I'm feeling threatened.”

Read on ao3.

*Fair warning. This a hurt no comfort fic. As much as I wanted to give Jamie all the love in the world, I also wanted to stay true to where Jamie is between seasons 1 and 2.