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  • gladiolus-brocade
    18.06.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Hello, here's today's fixation: SKYND

    I love their music and the singer's style. Seriously I want to dress like that

    Trigger warning for true crime, gore, murder and a school shooting in some I think there are also flashing images and lights

    But if you're okay with seeing those then I definitely recommend watching their music videos, not just listening to the songs, the entire aesthetic is *chef's kiss*

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  • spixi
    18.06.2021 - 3 hours ago
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  • i-put-the-pan-in-panic
    18.06.2021 - 3 hours ago

    My AUs version of Evan Hansen and canon Evan Hansen having a conversation:

    My Evan: "Yeah, haha, just killed a bitch. Might kms later, idk."

    Canon Evan: "I-I'm sorry- I- What?? Don't?? Please?? I don't think that- I don't think that would be good for anyone!"

    My Evan: "Woopsie already killed Alana."

    Canon Evan: "W h a t???"

    My Evan: "Oh, would you look at that, Jared and I are dead now too."

    Canon Evan: "Stop killing people!"

    #tw death#tw murder#tw suicide#tw cursing #dear evan hansen #evan hansen#deh #dear evan hansen au #fear evan hansen #look it up on wattpad please #i wrote it a long while ago and im still kinda proud #my user is thecronchisreal #okay thats all
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  • simping-on-the-daily
    18.06.2021 - 3 hours ago

    Why is my comfort go to song about an abused high schooler murdering six people for Prom Queen,,,,,

    #why #the ballad of sara berry #sara berry #35mm a musical exhibition #shitpost #simper says stuff #tw murder #tw mentioned abuse
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  • astudyingreer
    18.06.2021 - 3 hours ago

    Someone mentioned a corrupted!Henrik stealing organs and I just hhh

    If you have any questions about the concept of my anti “corrupting” people, hmu! its kinda complicated

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    Henrik’s dark eyes flickered slowly upward as he heard the silence of the operating room broken by quiet shifting behind him. It didn’t matter. He had built this place himself, using equipment he had collected here and there. The soundproof walls were all custom-made, too, after Sean’s little incident. No one was going to hear anything.

    God, his head hurt.

    “W-Where am I?” came a weak, bleary voice from behind him and he inhaled deeply through his nose, eyes flickering back down to the tray of tools he was organizing.

    The woman on the operating table shifted again, more forcefully this time, but he didn’t think she’d figured out she was restrained yet.

    “If you struggle too much you’re going to hurt yourself,” Henrik noted. His tone was smooth and even as he turned one of his newly-sterilized scalpels in his hand. 

    “Wha-what’s going on?” she asked, voice already wavering with a coming onslaught of tears. “Please--”

    Henrik slowly turned, reaching up with one hand to smooth back his hair as he moved closer to the table and into the light. Her eyes fell on him, glistening with tears of terror and she fell silent.

    “What?” Henrik asked, a smile twitching on his face. He couldn’t help it. “You didn’t expect me to be handsome, did you?”

    “I, I want to go h-home,” she whimpered, yanking again at the restraints. Henrik’s eyes flickered over her as she struggled. “What are you g-going to do to me?”

    Her fear was rational, he supposed. Even with the drugs she was alert enough to realize the gravity of the situation.

    “I’m sure you have plenty of ideas,” Henrik mused, running his thumb thoughtfully over his bottom lip as he pushed the tray of tools closer to the table. Her eyes followed him frantically. “I wouldn’t think about it too hard.”

    “P-Please--”

    At this point it was just theater. Slight of hand. Keep talking and they won’t notice the anesthesia till the mask is shoved in their face. 

    “Do you know the best way to make money?” he asked her. His dark eyes seemed almost friendly at this point, crinkled in a smile as he watched her squirm. “I think about this a lot. It’s why I became a doctor. You can make a fortune putting people back together, but do you know what? You can make even more pulling them apart. A kidney can sell for a million dollars, and that’s just legally.”

    Her sobs became strange, strangled groans and her head fell back onto the table, eyes darting across the ceiling. A dribble of snot clung to her upper lip.

    Henrik pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, giving it a shake to open it before he reached over to wipe her nose, a sigh escaping his pursed lips. “Do you think if Marvin knew what I was up to, he’d actually kill me this time?” he asked, mostly to himself. “God. He’s come close so many times. Only when I’m wearing Chase... I think I’ll be all right.”

    What was he saying? Christ, he could barely think past the buzzing in his ears. 

    “W-What are you talking about?” she pleaded through gasps for air. Henrik chuckled, folding the handkerchief and shaking his head. His hand went to the anesthesia ventilator on the table next to him, too subtly for her to notice. She was still staring at his face like eventually they’d bond emotionally or something.

    "I wonder if this is fate,” Henrik murmured. “Every event in your life leading up to this one moment. Does that make you question your choices?”

    “You, you seem like a kind man,” she started, tripping over every word in desperation. “I know you just, you just want to help people--”

    This could be interesting. He leaned down so that his elbow was on the table, eyes narrowing as he stared right past hers and into her soul. The other hand reached out, absentmindedly tracing the lines of incision on her abdomen. “You really think so?”

    “I do! I r-really do.” Her breath hitched in fear but her survival instincts were kicking in. It really sounded like she meant it. “I think, I think you can help a lot of people s-sir, I think you can, can make good choices if you want to.”

    Henrik’s nostrils flared a little, almost in exhilaration. His soft, dark eyes were still following his fingers, almost distractedly. “I wish that were true,” he murmured. “Not a lot of people have faith in me like you do.”

    A high-pitched sob threatened to escape through her nose but she swallowed it down, nodding. “I really d-do.”

    Henrik smiled at her, pushing himself back up to his feet and scrunching his nose in a sigh. “You’re a rare soul,” he remarked, almost to himself. He turned to his tray of tools, his fingers hovering over them thoughtfully. “I want you to do me a favor.”

    “W-What is it?” she sniffled. Poor thing.

    “I want you to pray to someone for me,” Henrik said, finally turning away from the tray and picking up the ventilator mask instead.

    “Pray?” She watched him approach with growing apprehension, her eyes widening when she saw the mask in his hand. “W-wait--”

    “That’s right,” Henrik confirmed softly, like speaking to a child. “I want you to pray to a god called Mhar. He’ll hear you. I don’t care what you say, I just want him to hear you, can you do that?”

    She didn’t reply but instead began to thrash in her bonds as he approached, turning her head violently with a weak cry as he tried to place the mask on her face. Resigned he reached out, grabbing her jaw to steady it and pushed the mask over her mouth and nose.

    The hissing of the ventilator was the only noise in the room for a moment. Her eyes were locked onto him, desperate and terrified all at once. She was really trying to make him regret this. Stupid bitch.

    “Actually,” Henrik said with a click of his tongue. “Tell him how you feel. You feel scared, right?”

    She didn’t respond. She didn’t have to. He could feel her terror radiating off of her. She closed her eyes tight, her mouth moving in silent words of desperation, but it only took a few more seconds for the drugs to kick in.

    He watched all her features finally relax, feeling a shiver down his spine as he felt her soul begin to flicker out like a dying candle.

    “You know the feeling, don’t you,” Henrik murmured in calm satisfaction, the corner of his mouth turning up despite himself. He knew who was listening.

    With a stretch he finally let the mask fall, flexing his fingers a little. “I hope you behave yourself after this, Marvin,” he said, louder now. “I could’ve made her beg you for help while I cut her open.”

    (FINALLY FINISHED THIS OLD DRAFT)

    #so the flirting is now nonnegotiable #tw surgery#tw blade#tw murder#tw death#jacksepticeye #corrupted!henrik #henrik von schneeplestein #antisepticeye
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  • skullszeyes
    18.06.2021 - 4 hours ago

    Pt 3

    it doesn't take long until one of them thrashes on the ground, awakened by echoes of his friends cursing in a room smelling of stagnancy. he looked around, and before he could make a move, the back of his hair is grasped, and he's dragged toward the ledge. below is the rest of his friends, they are covered in blood and rage.

    the gun is set against his back, and he shakes with certainty that this is where they'll all die.

    "why did you do it?" he asked.

    "there are million of answers to that question," she shoves him over the edge, and the others wince as his body splashes into the water below, including the loud sounds of gunfire going off.

    something is in his mouth, its wet, oily, and tastes akin to gasoline. he spits, shaking at the sight of blood, but the strong scent filling the entire pool sets his body trembling with absolute fear as he looks up at the girl.

    she smiles down at them, flicking a match and extending her hand out.

    there's no way out.

    she drops the match.

    //6.17.2021.

    ~skullszeyes

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  • sanctamater
    18.06.2021 - 4 hours ago
    #hewwo..... #amelia; in the middle of a dissociative episode: You Rang? #forcing u to behold hannibal in columbia w me : ) #amelias mind is like. is like. #a field of flowers during the golden hour and filled with light but at the centre of this field a flayed woman is screaming and clawing #at her own eyes and begging for an end to all of it. #anyway thats a little too real. #disassociation tw // #violence tw // #murder mention // #ask to tag // #🕊️❝ she speaks in channels ! ( answered. ) #ethicsbutcher #🕊️❝ ( verse. ) he begged my silence
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  • skullszeyes
    18.06.2021 - 4 hours ago

    Pt 1

    there's no mercy in her heart when she drops the screaming body over the blinding spiraling building, she sighs at the clear sky, a smile on her lips. there's more out there, more to find, more to hunt, to bite her teeth into, soon she'll turn them to ash.

    //6.17.2021

    ~skullszeyes

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  • garlic-bread-addicted-vampire
    18.06.2021 - 5 hours ago

    Y'know I haven't slept in a while but it's very sexy of me that I could kill a man

    #tw murder #tw sleep deprivation
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  • qceensofkings
    18.06.2021 - 6 hours ago
    @ghostofaformerself​ ordered one (1) gay tragedy

    It’s a very small and intimate affair as far as weddings go. Simple, not even anywhere all that public. Just Killian’s cottage out back by the pond. It’s more than enough to make the pair of them happy as far as venue goes as they don’t have many guests to begin with. But a good number of their schoolmates and Killian’s colleagues had seemed excited so they of course were invited. To help make sure there weren’t many leftovers if anything else. 

    The dresses aren’t quite traditional but they’re formal enough for a wedding and casual enough that they could be considered more of a rather nice date night look. But regardless, Isabelle is still shell-shocked in awe when she catches a look at Rayne in her dress, a smile greeting her lips as she stands next to her.

    On Rayne’s other side stands Casmir and on Isabelle’s side is Maddox. Two of the most supportive men to both women since they’ve all been friends. It’s a very happy and serene scene but all good things must come to an end sooner or later.

    The ceremony begins and they’re just nearly to the I do’s when there’s suddenly a shriek from one of the few guests as something resembling a blade tears through a woman’s chest. Isabelle quickly turns, green hues widening in horror as Killian’s colleague is tossed carelessly to the ground as she starts to bleed out. 

    “Well, well, well, isn’t this a happy little get together!” Isaac muses in a sing-song voice, the blade dissipating into nothing as he peers up at his sister and her fiancé with their best men. “I must admit, we were rather distraught at not receiving an invitation, sister dear! How absolutely rude!”

    “We?” 

    #ghostofaformerself#tw: blood#tw: murder #v: thelma and louise die together (rayne & isabelle)
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  • gaytaiga
    18.06.2021 - 6 hours ago
    #ask and i shall answer #tw murder#tw suicide #i should write another one like this lolol
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  • grcycosmcs
    18.06.2021 - 7 hours ago
    *&* – was that [ rachel hilson ] ? oh no no , that was just [ lara maver ] , an [ original character ] from [ twilight ]. they are [ twenty / fifty + ] years old  &  [ are ] aware that they are not actually from washington dc. too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

    *&* ABOUT LARA.

    bringing her back bc i missed her but i’m pretending she was never here in the first place shh , but i really didn’t change much about her since the last time

    b a s i c s .

    dc arrival : since june 2019

    current occupation : unemployed

    last canon point : post-breaking dawn

    memory status : not affected

    s t a t s .

    full name : audrey maver

    nicknames : lara

    age : forever twenty

    date of birth : april 4

    hometown : toronto, canada

    previous location : n/a

    gender : cis female

    native language : english, french

    traits : outgoing, careless, loyal, competitive, humorous

    l i f e  i n  d c .

    she showed up without her memories but regained them after some time. at one point, she also tried the ‘ vegetarian ‘ diet but has reverted back to the typical vampire diet of human blood.

    b i o g r a p h y .

    one of three children, lara spent her human life in the city of toronto. however, after a car accident that left her stepfather & sister dead, she was unintentionally turned into a vampire during a feeding that was interrupted. not understanding what happened, she called her father to get her, scared & confused. unfortunately, her thirst took over & she killed him before she could realize what she was.

    she spent the next couple of decades wandering the northern parts of america. being that she could easily make herself fit in as a human though, she eventually came to realize that this translated into the supernatural ability to strengthen her bonds with others. this has kept her from harm on her travels. eventually, she landed here in washington, & in attempts to settle down for once, she’s recently switched to the ‘ vegetarian ‘ diet by feeding on animals.

    a d d i t i o n a l   n o t e s .

    her tag drop can be found by clicking here

    her created wiki can be found by clicking here ( tw : death , accident , blood , manipulation , guilt )

    p o s s i b l e  c o n n e c t i o n s .

    friends

    friendly competition

    roommates

    neighbors

    etc etc

    #lara.twilight #lara.intro #lara.information #hw: intro#death tw#murder tw #car accident tw #blood tw
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  • ikeslittlesussybaka
    18.06.2021 - 8 hours ago

    Scientist who loves working with plants and lives alone in an abandoned facility in the woods 🖒, is nice and doesn't seem insane until you learn what she's working on, then maybe she starts to sound insane. Might fuck around and murder people, only if she needs to. Also a she/they.

    #Hai. #OC posts#Crash art #You can rb #Eye contact tw #Swearing tw#Murder tw
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  • fienal
    18.06.2021 - 8 hours ago

                                                    META / HEADCANON     001    *

    there are a thousand girls like you ,         different stories ,      different killers ,      different victims .            but they all have one thing in common :          they survived .

    you survived .         but at what cost?        that’s the thing that no one talks about ,          what you’re left with when the body that houses you loses everything .        and you lost everything .            your family ,        your friends ,        yourself .

    when was the last time you looked in the mirror and recognized your own face?        how many times have you called your own number ,        the voice on the other end a stranger?        when you look down at your hands are they really your hands or do you pretend they belong to someone else?

    they don’t talk about this part .          the hatred of your own body ,       its’ very otherness the thing that both saves and torments you .        elaine says it’s your brains way of coping with the trauma ,        of separating you from the flesh that endured ,        ‘      something no one can walk away from unscathed .      ‘

    [         close up on a nondescript kitchen counter .      it could belong to anyone .        newspaper clippings are scattered across white stone ,       softly shinning under recessed lighting from above .         some of the papers are from national new organizations ,      others from some local agency of a small east coast town .        they read in ,     various words and phrases  ,        the shocking story of a family of five brutally murdered in their mountain cabin ,        along with several other nearby residents and family friends .        a hand reaches ,      rifling through the clippings until one is center frame .         it reads :        THOMPSON GIRL’S HARROWING ACT OF BRAVEY SAVES TOWN FROM FURTHER KILLINGS .       underneath :       a blurry picture of a small frame blonde smiling ,       in her hands a soccer trophy from too years before .       another photo ,      this time of a smiling family outside of the very cabin they were murdered in .        in the middle ,        the blonde ,       smiling       ]

    but you did walk away ,        unscathed .           there wasn’t a scratch ,      a drop of blood on you .         at least         . . .          not your own blood .

    the other’s weren’t so lucky .        cut down like a summer lawn ,        like a corn maze long dead .         you watched them die and you walked away untouched .

    not like they didn’t try to pull ruby red to the surface .          not like they didn’t want you to fall like the rest of them .          but like i said ,      you survived .

    #i .                 𝚑𝚌𝚜. #depersonalisation tw#murder tw#death tw
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  • woundedwrldd
    17.06.2021 - 9 hours ago
    before the sight of his wife was enough to send his heart racing and make him want nothing more than to gather her into his arms and spin her around like no one was watching, now seeing her sent it racing for a different reason and he felt his blood run cold as he saw her face again. the last time he’d seen her was on mustafar when he’d been at the height of his anger, manipulated into being a monster by someone he had trusted and thought was his friend - and that had cost him everything, and cost everyone else everything. images of her face flashed in his head, her begging him to come home with her, to leave everything behind - he’d spent countless hours laying awake at night wishing that he’d just listened, listened to mace, listened to padme and listened to obi wan, then maybe he wouldn’t have lost everything and maybe they could have run off to naboo and been happy and raised their children together. he didn’t know what to do, he was so torn, part of him wanted to run away and hide from her, but the other wanted to approach her, seeing if she could remember anything. he hoped that she didn’t, it would be better if she could live blissfully unaware of the monster she married and all of the atrocities he’d committed. with grudging steps, he walked towards her, his hands shaking slightly as every step brought him closer towards him. “padme?” his voice wavered slightly as he spoke. 

    private starter for @rvkybusincv​ ( padme amidala )

    #interactions — anakin #private starters — anakin #( padme. ) #death mention tw #murder mention tw #uh this got a lil long #don't feel the need to match sdfd
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  • midnighttales357
    17.06.2021 - 10 hours ago

    tw : murder , femicide , theriocide

    I can’t believe that one year later I find myself in this position again. Why does this keep happening? Why are people so evil? Why do they kill like that? Why do they kill in general? AND FOR WHAT?

    I write once more for the same reason I did last year: I need to get it out or I’ll burst. I can’t keep crying for stuff I can’t control. So I’m doing what I can control: write. Even if I can’t articulate my thoughts well enough, even if it’s all over the place, mushy and badly translated. One year later, I’m writing about another horrible case of femicide. I’m sorry Eleni, I’m sorry you weren’t the last one and I’m sorry that she had to be the next one...

    A 20 year old girl, Caroline Crouch, was murdered a month ago in front of her baby, with her 32 year old husband claiming it was a robbery and that he was tied up and blindfolded so he couldn’t see the robbers... In Greece, in Athens, in the municipality of Glyka Nera.

    Today, 40 days after Caroline’s death, her husband was arrested for her murder. He confessed. Caroline wanted to take her baby and leave. They fought over text messages from different floors in their house but he went up and strangled her with a pillow, then strangling and hanging their own dog in the yard, in an attempt to make this look like the “robbers” did it but didn’t want to be betrayed by the dog’s barking, then tied himself with duct tape, something he confessed just hours before I started writing this.

    Caroline’s biometric watch recorded her quickened pulses before she died. The murderer’s phone showed “suspicious activity” at a time when he should be immobilized and semi-conscious from the “gag”. The security cameras had their memory cards removed and the time didn’t match his original testimony to the police.

    All of the above were used as clues to accuse him of murdering Caroline. He claimed there was a break in. There was no break in, the window was opened from the inside. He claimed there was a car that left when “the robbers” left. Turns out, there was no car. A friend of his from work had his own house broken into some years ago and he claimed the supposed break in to be a copycat robbery.  A little too convenient. Almost as convenient as saying you couldn’t see because of the blindfold but could call the police on your smartphone by writing the number with your nose. You know the smartphone I’m talking about, the one with the flat screen where you can’t really tell what you’re doing unless you are able to see what you are actually doing.

    For more than a month people have been speculating. It was natural to think of the husband as the primal suspect but it was too cruel to say outright without the police even suggesting his involvement. You think about it, you see it makes sense but you still want to believe that this can’t happen, even if you don’t like the age gap, the gaps in the case, the fact that so many things seem wrong. Because how monstrous would it be to kill the person you claimed to love the most and in front of your own child as well?

    We weren’t shocked because we didn’t believe he could be the killer. We were sad because we still clung to that one slimmer of hope that he would be innocent and Caroline wouldn’t have died like this.

    Caroline wanted to leave him and take the baby with her so he killed her. He claimed he fabricated this whole story because he didn’t want to leave his child fatherless too. But he had no problem leaving it motherless in the first place.

    He was in a relationship with Caroline since she was around 14... A child he could easily manipulate, gaslight, groom and mold to his own desire. When she showed that bit of agency, he felt he had no other choice but to murder her in cold blood.

    Caroline regularly saw a psychologist, a “friend” (?) of her husband’s. He always escorted her and never left her alone with the one person she was supposed to be alone. When Caroline died, her psychologist went to every morning “talk show” to spill every single thing Caroline had confessed to her... So much for professionalism... Oh wait, here’s the best thing: she never was a psychologist to begin with. Her diploma has nothing to do with psychology, she attended some sort of therapist seminar and she called herself just that, then felt entitled to not only lure a young girl (with the aid of the husband as we conclude) but to disrespect her memory and privacy by telling every single person that watched tv what she had told her and by openly supporting the killer, saying how “in love” the couple was. Obviously. She now faces the court for committing such a fraud but it’s a small comfort. It’s not like Caroline will come back.

    A pedo, a fraud and a young girl, away from her parents and people that can help, trapped and wanting an out and having to pay for it with her life. 

    Poetic, but it’s not like she actually got an out. She’s not free, she’s dead and buried. And it’s not like she will ever find justice, no matter how many years that bastard gets.

    Know her name: Caroline Crouch

    I know I keep talking to myself and shouting into the void that is tumblr, but really, how is it that a person with a bright future can suddenly be snatched away like that?

    I’m sorry we couldn’t make it safer for you. I’m sorry you had to endure this and I’m sorry that your child won’t ever truly know what an amazing person you were. Farewell...

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  • somemindsatwork
    17.06.2021 - 10 hours ago

    @moonwathed​ asked: ❝ i get a little jumpy at night. / kyoko @ hajime. ❞ ( memes. )

    “Yeah, me too,” he admitted, because how couldn’t he? “𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.” Us—the survivors of the killing games. Even now, after having time to process it all, to regain as much of his memory 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞, little things could still set him off at times.
    “I was getting a late-night snack the other night, heard something, and 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞.” The admission was, perhaps, too honest. Still, he remembered the moment vividly—how quickly his brain processed where the sound had come from, how he could 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Options Hajime only had the ability to scroll through so quickly because of the Kamakura Project; options he wished weren’t burned into his brain.
    He shrugged, smiling awkwardly. “I mean, I just put it down, obviously. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨, anyway? It was probably just some animal outside.” And besides, he didn’t need to risk fatally wounding someone when he 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 without taking such a measure.
    #[ask]#moonwathed#danganronpa / #mental health tw #implied murder tw #knife mention tw #((post-sdr2!hajime owns my soul)) #((he's v interesting to write)) #[ may queue always be satisfied ]
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  • heavenbxrred
    17.06.2021 - 10 hours ago

    Brian & Angie - ❝  Sometimes i’m tired of caring.  For one day, maybe even a month, I want to stop caring about what happens. ❞

    Brian was grateful to have his aunt Angie around again. Frankly, it was more difficult having to cope with what was going on and all these people coming back from the dead, but he also wouldn’t pass up his family getting a second chance. Well, maybe his grandfather because the more he read into that file, the more he was starting to recognize that maybe his grandfather had been the killer. Maybe, the reason he was so hated in this station was because of that, and maybe Brian just had to make peace with that or he was going to crack under the pressure of being a Banks like his father did before him. “Maybe you should, maybe once these assholes learn they won’t get a rise out of you they’ll stop acting like dicks.” Which, Brian was still trying to learn but it was easier to give advice than to actually apply it.

    @bcssbitchs​

    #( cause who am i if not exploited ? || brian banks ) #death mention tw #murder mention tw
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