#tw. weapons

[cherxyx]

🔪Homecoming🔪

Summary: Homecoming is here, but also crazy killers are here too. You just had to be there this hocoming!! Looking too good for you not to be killed. No hard feelings tho!

Warnings: Guns, death, mentions of shooting up a hoco, blood, cussing, stabbing, screaming, might not like Y/N in the end, weapons

(Clicking read more is consenting to read dark content and that your reading on your free will)

How did it get this way? At hoco, I am running for my life. Until they arrived, we were all dancing and laughing.

30 minutes ago...

"OMG GIRL YOUR DRESS IS PRETTY," your friend shouted over the loud music. There were a lot of people, so you were relieved to see your friend. "Thank you," you said, clinging onto her as people pushed by. You were somewhat nervous considering it was your first hoco. The music was pleasant, and the theme was old Hollywood, so it wasn't too horrible. Everyone was having a good time.

As time passed, you began to enjoy yourself and even began dancing with your friends. It felt nice. "Hey, I'm going to the bathroom," you stated before walking away from your friends. When you eventually made it past the crowd and to the 2nd floor of the school building, where the bathrooms were.

Something feels off, you think. It's quiet. It's extremely quiet. "I still need to pee," you muttered aloud to yourself. Going to the closest bathroom, you found something frightening. Blood. The stalls, the walls, the mirrors, and the sinks were all covered with blood. It appeared like a bloodbath. You didn't want to glance down when you noticed a bloody sparkly high heel in the mirror.

As you continued to look at the restroom, tears streamed down your cheeks. Think. You have to call someone and go get someone. You tripped over something as you ran out of the bathroom, trying to pull your phone out of your handbag. Your phone flew across the floor when you collapsed. Shit. Looking to see what you tripped you…

A body.

You cried loudly before getting back up to run again. You were getting near to the steps when you heard a series of screams. Then there were shots. What should I do? you wondered. Going downstairs would be a waste of time. There are too many people, and you don't know how many attackers are inside.

Think.

A side door. On the 2nd floor, there was a stairwell leading to a side door. You began to sprint again, this time making sure to grab your phone. You came to a complete stop when you approached the side entrance. In the hallway, there were two people. You couldn't see them clearly until one of them said anything. "Thank you for getting me out there, it is like a massacre." She was crying and struggling to catch her breath. Lilah. But who is this guy?

"It's ok, not a problem" . Hinata. Two of your best classmates in the school. You were relieved and decided to approach them to tell them about the side entrance until Hinata pulled out a knife and began stabbing Lilah. He stabbed and stabbed until her screams were inaudible, before inserting the knife into her throat. Pushing it in so that it can come out the other end. She collapsed against the lockers. Hinata reached into his pocket for a tissue and wiped his hands and face.

You closed your mouth to keep from screaming and began backing away slowly. You could feel your heart beating and your tears pouring quicker. He's in the way of the side entrance. What should I do? You were attempting to back up gently, especially since four other individuals had arrived to assist Hinata. They all appeared to be older.

You were so focused on the group that you forgot about the lockers behind you. You had backed up into the lockers. Making a lot of noise. All five of them glanced at you for what seemed like a long time before you bolted in the opposite direction. Run. Then you heard their footsteps taking off as well. Run faster.

How did it get this way? At hoco, I am running for my life. Until they arrived, we were all dancing and laughing.

When you arrived at the steps, you were sobbing uncontrollably. Fuck it. You ran downstairs. You were sprinting as quickly as you could. Your heels didn't make it easy. Going along many hallways till you came to a door. You were relieved to see another side entrance on the first level. You stopped hearing their footsteps and decided to take a breather before jogging to the door.

When you arrived at the door, you took a moment to consider whether you wanted to see if anyone was still alive or if they were all dead. A single glance wouldn't hurt. What if your friends were still alive, or if they were only injured? You heard something when you started walking away from the door again. Like a door opening.

Oh shit.

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

when the first thing your long lost husband does with his son is brutally murder over 100 people

it’s gonna take a while to clean up

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Everyone who uses she/they pronouns had carried concealed weapons, and they legally didn't have to disclose what weapons they had.

[lostwhump]

@whumptober | Day #7: "Unconventional Weapon" Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2017) | Civil War Captain America: Civil War (2016)

[iztea]

୨୧ The apple of my—

[dailyflicks]

DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE (2024) Official Trailer

[outtagum]

DEADPOOL dir. Tim Miller (2016)

DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE dir. Shawn Levy (2024)

[ev-fav]

How did I get more brainrot for the @potato-lord-but-not holy ghosts au than the original podcast. Anyway here's fake frames from the pmv that lives in my head as this week's inktober offering

[kahzthesick]

Some of this silly men content for the Valentine’s day‼️

[chrisbangz]

BANG CHAN ✦ Chk Chk Boom — Dance Practice (🔫 ver.)

[defire]

Different types of conditioning for different whumpees is really interesting because it changes their fear responses! Like

A slave whumpee that was conditioned to keep their hands in front of them or else they'd get whacked in the arm with a cane. Their reaction to realizing they're not doing it is to flinch and grab their arm.

A living weapon whumpee that was trained to stand stiff and tall, or they'd be slapped in the face. Now when they catch themselves slouching, they squint and stiffen, clenching their jaw so they don't accidentally bite their tongue when they're slapped.

A prisoner whumpee freezing up and going still when a door clangs. if they blended in, an angry guard might pick a more defiant prisoner to make an example of.

A pet whumpee that was conditioned to pretend to be happy and cute, and was kicked across the floor when they didn't. When they're caught being upset, they skitter to the other end of the room and protect their ribs and face.

The right-hand-slave of the king or cult leader that had to look amazing and represent the kingdom or they'd be whipped that night. If they do something awkward, they go cold and swallow, fearing punishment later.

[cherxyx]

Pitch Black

Summary: A walk home from university is fun, until you come across a dead body while feeling sick and manage to piss of a powerful mafia. Will they show remorse or not?

Warnings: Blood, talk of dead body, grabbing, kidnapping, face touching, hair pulling, yelling, cussing, gun, reader is blindfolded, character death

I switch between 2nd and 1st pov, italic is 1st pov and bold is people talking.

Mafia Month

It was pitch black. I remember seeing street lights, why is it pitch black now? Your head hurts and you can’t move your body well—you tried moving when you first woke up. Moving your body forwards but you didn’t make it anywhere. Chains. Each breath you take you can feel yourself panicking, I’m chained. The cold metal wasn’t helping and the room was quiet. Couple more minutes passed before you heard movement in front of you. You tried going backwards as far as you can go. Didn’t make it far.

“Wh-who's there,” you said, staggering at your words. Your mouth felt dry. Water. No, tryto remember how you got to this point. What do I remember. You were walking home from your university and you felt unsteady. I haven’t eaten. You went behind a building to collect yourself like a dumbass. You felt like you were going to faint and then you heard a a noise—a loud noise. You remember looking to your left seeing a group and a lifeless body. “Is it about the body” you said, hoping someone would respond.

Shut up Y/N.

“Smart girl” it was a male voice, raspy as if they were a smoker. You jumped, not expecting a response. You can hear them walking towards something. Walking towards you. Terrors fills your body by each second. “You saw too much, you’re liability” he said, you can smell the cigarette’s coming from his breath. Definitely a smoker. You flinched when you felt his finger touch your face.

“I wasn’t feeling well, I don’t know much of what I saw” you said, turning your face to the side. Please believe me, please.

It felt like hours before another movement was made. “He-“ getting cut off mid word, your face was now throbbing and your head was turned to the other side. He slapped me. Tears were welling in your eyes, soaking the cloth around your eyes. “We don’t like liars in the Nekoma establishment.” This time it was a female voice speaking and you could hear her heels tapping against the cold floor. “I’m not lying” you said, trying to convince her or him,

Maybe yourself.

“The boss will have the final say with that” you felt a yank on your hair, making you arch your face up. The chains were now hurting and you feel as if your neck is ripping apart. “My my, What do we have here” you hear another male voice, fuck that means there is more in the room. “She saw the killing” the one above you said, giving your hair another yank and you gave out a whimper from the pain.

Hold it together y/n. There was silence in the air besides your whines and pleads.

The person who had your head let go when a someone came into the room. Slamming the door after themselves. “HAVEN’T I TOLD YOU GUYS TO BE MORE CAREFUL” he yelled, you flinched. You can tell that he was walking back and forth even sounding like he was pushing some of the people in the room.

“I TOLD YOU GUYS TO DO IT SOMEWHERE NO ONE CAN FIND YOU GUYS. THAT WAS STRICT ORDERS AND YET YOU GUYS COULDN’T HANDLE IT”. The person above you had moved away from you completely. Almost as if they were scared.

’m not gonna make it out alive, I’m liability.

I was liability the minute I went behind that building. I was liability when I turned my head to the noise and saw the group. Seeing the gun in their hands, seeing how the body just dropped to the floor. I was liability the minute that they turned to look at me…a helpless girl behind a building sick as ever. There was no point in running, I wasn’t gonna make it far.

It was silent now. Scary type silent, after a couple more seconds or silence you heard a click. A gun. “Now look what I have to do. Another body and another clean up, wiping people off the world as of they never existed it is hard…you know” he said. You heard his footsteps coming closer to you, he took off the chains and grabbed you. He made you stand up in-front of him.

The person who has you now has giant hands, heavy handed was the scariest. The leader. Should I run and fight, I don’t wanna die. You then were forced down on your knees, “Is this what y’all wanted” you heard him say now closer. “No sir” it was a collective from everyone in the room.

You felt tears welling up your eyes. Calm down. The tears from your eyes were coming down, fast. You bet that they could see your heart beating out your chest. Nothing could prepare you for the moment you felt cold metal on the side of your head.

Your body started shaking and your breathing was getting heavier. Tears were spilling faster. “THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU GUYS DON’T LISTEN.” he yelled, pushing the gun further into your head. “Oh god” you kept repeating out loud as you were trying to process this.

All because I went behind that building. “Sorry Y/n, you’re liability and my team fucked up.” He said. You barely even cared what he said. All you could think about was how you will never have your life again. 21. No 22 that was in 6 days.

Wait how does he know my nam—BANG

[emilys-locket]

Block out the guilt of what you've done. Escape is in reach.

[mintflavouredwhump]

A whumpee that everyone tries to possess or control the second they realise what Whumpee is capable of

[haunted-xander]

Looking for an angel