#tw: execution

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Klaus: Hangman is a lovely childhood game where you slowly draw a man being executed if someone else cant read your mind

[rainbillcipher]

Misses home and can't return

((Bex here! Bill is having trouble adding any more on the matter, but there's more of his backstory to come! He's dictating a whole speech so I can draw it for you, but he has trouble when he talks about his home. I think you can understand why!))

Part 2 -->

[bleep-bloop-boo]

current mood: imagining my public execution for treason while listening to brutus by the buttress

[vyuntspakhkite-l-darling]

Prologue - Biting the Bullet

I've made a lot of changes to my prologue since first writing and posting it. You can find the original version here if you'd like to see how this has changed after about five months and three rewrites. I think it's stronger and makes more sense now, though that's not to say there won't be more changes in the final version.

Trigger warnings: public execution via stabbing, mention of homophobia, graphic death

Basked in the orange light of the setting sun, a boy stood and witnessed his third execution. Most didn't see that many in their entire lives, much less when they were barely encroaching into adulthood, but it was different for him. His attendance was required. At least this one was more interesting than the others; it was a public execution, performed in the dusky light of Nyazhchau's snowy city square, with a crowd watching. The others had been secluded and clinical. He supposed that serial insubordination and homosexuality were lesser crimes that didn't require such a spectacle as this. The rough voice of Colonel Rasily Shir-Takya echoed out over the crowd, drowning out the panting of the young rebel who kneeled, bound and beaten, at his feet. "It is the divine right of Emperor Vahesy to rule over these lands. All those who oppose him will be punished!" His tail lashed as he shouted. The boy's pointed ears pricked, and he held his breath as the Colonel sent a paw into the rebel girl's face. Drops of blood from her nose splattered onto the ground, glittering in the low light. But she didn't cry or scream in pain, much to the spectating boy's amazement. She only spat a mouthful of blood at the snow beneath her and panted. There was a frightened whimper from the boy's friend beside him, a tightening of a small, bony hand around his bicep, a frightened pressing back of bent-tipped ears. The Colonel's hits rained down on the rebel. The boy's chest felt too tight and too full at the same time, contorted with a mix of fear and pride. He couldn't help but admire the brutality. The way each strike hit easily despite the girl's thrashing; the way Rasily remained unfazed by the curses she hissed at him; his unflinching gaze even as freckles of blood clung to the white fur of his legs and the fabric of his uniform shorts. The soldier's movements were confident and bold as one hand grabbed a fistful of hair and wrenched the rebel's head back to bare her throat, and the other drew a shining dagger from its place at his side. He brandished it for the crowd as he shouted, "Let this be an example to all of you! For the glory of the Emperor!" Rasily drove his blade deep into the spot between the girl's neck and shoulder. He yanked it back out and leaned to the side so the resulting spray of blood shot grotesquely over his shoulder instead of straight into his face, though some still dusted his right ear and cheek, startlingly red next to his blue eyes. He glared out at the crowd in a warning that was both silent and loud enough to send a shock straight into the watching boy's stomach. He avoided the gaze of the Colonel, his hand almost unconsciously finding its way into his pocket to thumb at the folded piece of paper inside it. By now, the deadly words it contained were burned into the back of his eyelids. Join the Rahaithian Army.

Advice, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Thank you for your time!

[westerburg-daycare]

It seems as though no one is here to pick up Jd yet. All the other kids left, what should we do?:

Give him extra nap time or play time?

Give him public execution for his crimes against the residents of the Barbie Dreamhouse

[culpepers-wife]

A Wonder of Wonders

In the year 1651, a pamphlet was published telling the miraculous tale of Anne Greene, a young English woman who was hanged following the alleged concealment of a stillborn child and survived her hanging.

Executed under the 1624 Act against the Concealment of the Birth of Bastards and Infantice Act her survival, after examination by male physicians from Oxford University, was decided to be proof of providence and God's forgiveness.

It is alleged that her father would later use this 'miracle' as a way of making money, charging people to look at his daughter who survived death.

A deeper dive into this case sheds light on the way that the early modern justice system worked against women, especially unmarried women who lived in poverty, and the impact of the church on morality and ethics in English communities through the seventeenth century.

[beatricelalalala]

Canada's wonder land 2008

my friends and i go to Canada’s Wonderland. we are having fun despite the religious restrictions of the community here. inevitably, they find out that we are not Christians. they abduct and execute one of my friends. my mother is the executioner. she wields a heavy mace. i am standing first in line to die with my other friends, when i ask to be briefly excused to go pee. one of my friends accompanies me to the restrooms. while peeing, i realize that i am about to die. this means that i no longer need to behave in accordance with any long term plans. i feel a novel freedom and joy. my friend and i run and jump our joyful way back to the execution. my mother smashes my smiling face.

[muses-galore]

*Basilio nodded and continued the tour of the Charadrius. The wash rooms were big enough, had to be to deal with an army of this size. That being said Bas was serious about the last person being punished. Although punished was an understatement...more like executed but again now that they were inside the Paripus had to be a lot more delicate with his choice of words.*

"We got some special scents if you want to use 'em. Can't stand a lot of 'em meself honestly but thought I should let you lot know in case you wanted to try 'em during your stay here."

"Yeah, that's true. I don't know what I'd do if Del were to ever go away."

*Even though he was a fully grown man, Basilio couldn't bring himself to say die when it came to Fidelio, partially because he couldn't see it happening any time soon but also because he didn't want to think about a life where he was truly alone.*

"However that's not going to happen any time soon and I don't want to get us all sad. So I guess once you're all settled the next thing to show you would be the bathrooms. Don't worry, they're separated so nothin' will happen. I mean the last chap that did got punished for it."

[empatheticxangel]

@royalreef || CLOSED STARTER

"The public executions where I'm from are simply not fun. The spectacle of it just really isn't my taste."

Liam said as he untied the ribbon from around his curls and tied it around the wrist of his lower right arm, careful to not snag any of the fabric with his sharp nails. Today was simply a day where the Angel decided to not spend an unnecessary amount of time straightening the natural curls of his hair just to make it easier to deal with in the mornings. Especially when he was choosing to relax and talk with someone he felt close to.

He had long since learned that the more macabre topics of conversations weren't as difficult to discuss with Miranda. If anything it was effortless. It was a fact he had decided to take advantage of as most people he interacted with were on social standings far lower than his. And while Miranda was in turn in one far higher albeit from a completely different culture, there was a comfort in the fact that he could discuss such things without odd looks.

"They take a dreadfully long time, and on top of that, I find them quite ineffective. Take a traitor, for example. Of course, we must rid the country of such a stain, they'll just be born again, and there is simply no guarantee that they will be reborn outside of our society or reborn as a lesser Angel, stripped of their former status. Just where is the punishment in starting over, free of the accusation of wrongdoing? It takes the joy out of the display for me."

[crandairy-juice]

bloody heck

[equationsoff]

"Great. Glad to see planning didn't factor into your choice to meet me." Edward groaned, pinching his nose.

This whole situation felt surreal. Like Edward had followed a crazy man instead of someone who supposedly was his brother. The longer this went on without any true shreds of sanity made him only want to return home. His father, while distant, at least made some form of sense. And wouldn't make him walk around with a blinding headache as he is now.

"That doesn't sound like you're taking me somewhere to torture me at all." The boy mutters under his breath. At this point he's committed. They only had so much time before Reginald found them. So they had to find somewhere to hide. If only for a little while. Then Edward would demand his answers.

The door opens and for a moment there are no sounds at all. But then a single guard steps through. Clearly they'd surrounded but not in groups. Believing one guard could stop the attempted kidnapping. As the man reached out to grab Ben something seemed to take hold in Edward.

Do not let them hurt your family.

The voice whispers violence and for the first time Edward agrees. Something makes him want to defend this man. With purpose he moves forward. Speed a key factor in any fight. He grabs the gun aimed at his brother and breaks the hold on it. Without a second thought he turns it and fires. A simple shot to the head.

Good job.

The voice this time put him on edge. Different from the comforting one. Instead this one seemed gleeful at the murder. Happy that he had easily executed a man. Edward drops the gun as if it burned him.

"How...How did I know how to do that?"

"Hm. We don't exactly have a metal detector nearby either. We can only hope they never expected you to get 'kidnapped' by someone like me."

Knowing Reginald, he could be waiting for this to happen, so he could "correct" the mistakes in this timeline. Ben wouldn't be surprised if this version of their father wanted them eliminated as well. After the first two timelines that involved Ben and the rest of the Hargreeves family, the worst case scenario almost always took place. By the day, Ben was losing hope that there was any chance for the family to live even a sliver of happy, if not normal lives.

Since Ben looked ahead, he didn't get to notice Five's gesture with his arm. He was focused to head to the destination, once again thinking that it was quite a mild inconvenience that he didn't have his powers just when he thought they would finally become useful for once.

"We're going to a place you won't like. But that's exactly why we're going there, Brother."

As soon as he spotted the back door, he braced himself, looking at the door knob that would either continue their escape, or have them surrounded by Reginald's forces. His pessimistic nature made him think it was the latter. But the only way they could find out was opening the door, so with bated breath, he turned the knob and slowly pushed open the door to see what fate awaited them.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I got executed because I lost hide and seek. The method of execution was going on a roller coaster with a 100% death rate. It was a pretty fun roller coaster, other than dying.

[schizopositivity]

Here's a reminder to fight the internalized sanism/ableism in your head.

If you have executive dysfunction, don't compare your productivity to people who don't.

If you have anhedonia, don't compare your struggling to keep up with hobbies to someone who doesn't.

If you have paranoia, don't think of your fears as any less valid than the fears of someone who doesn't.

If your meds make you tired constantly, don't compare your energy levels to someone who doesn't take those meds.

If you have issues with concentration, then you won't be able to pay attention as well as someone who doesn't.

If you're in the deep end of a pool, then you can't compare how well you keep your head above water to someone who is standing in a kiddie pool.

Please try to think of these things when you feel "lazy" or "childish" or "a failure" compared to other people that don't struggle with the same symptoms as you. If you have a mental illness that will affect how you act in everyday situations, then it will in fact affect you in everyday situations. It's not an excuse, it's just a reality. We need to try to be kinder to ourselves.

[xxdrixx]

❥ Countdown to Daredevil: Born Again - 8 days left Frank being harsh vs soft with someone

for @ohdrey89 💕

[rayroseu]

dont fight all alone in the rain, mother

I found it depressing that when Meleanor faced the Silver Owls, it was raining hard and she didn't have an umbrella to shield her from it. In her life, she was always the spoiled and sheltered princess so her standing in the rain feels so dissonance with her noble nature, but it also tells that she went in that battlefield without anyone protecting her.

I also realized that, unlike Levan, when Meleanor bid goodbye to Lilia, she never said that she'll return. Baul and Lilia trusted that she'll survive and return home yet Meleanor didn't believe that could happen so she didn't promise she'll come back. 💔😭

[fintrafeatherfall]

HAPPY HALLOWS EVE EVERYONE!!!! ENJOY THIS NIGHT FULL OF FUN AND SCARES, AS IT ONLY COMES ONCE A YEAR!!!!!

no text version as well!,

white pumpkin drawing felt like destiny for Halloween heheh

i could fix her i think