#Deathly Murder -- Killed by a Killer

[robynsassenmyview]

Whodunnit and other rude asides

"Whodunnit and other rude asides", a review of 'Deathly Murder -- Killed by a Killer', by TOP Comedy Ensemble at Theatre on the Square until 25 May 2024.

IT’S just a step to the left… Hlumie Moloi (the TV psychic); James Netherlands (the would be king of America); Martin Grendele (the son of a screwdriver); Sasha Karlin (the holder of the power of attorney); and Hira Lodhi (the journalist-cum-ghost writer), in Deathly Murder — Killed by a Killer at Theatre on the Square this week. Photograph by Phillip Kuhn. SOMETHING HAS TO be said about the…

[marilynthornhilllover]

Heyyy I don't know if you are taking request but i had this ideia for quite some time.

A Lady dimitrescu x yandere maid reader!!! Imagine dimitrescu gets a new maid from mother Miranda like the usual but the reader start to get obsessed with dimitrescu, doing the reader start to sabotage the other "favorite" maids so she could be the top one for Alcina but she still behave very shy, innocent and loyal to her.

And Alcina have a bit of suspension about the sabotages that reader is doing but she just puts a side because "her best maid wouldn't do that right?!"

Love can be a killer

Lady dimitrescu x yandere!maid!reader

Warning: talk of harming others, near death experience, murder threats, knife play, slight praise kink, talk of blood and slight torturing, rumors, talk of pyscopath behavior.

A/n: totally loved this idea!! Hope you enjoy and yes my ask box is always open!<3

The five lords gathered in the dilapidated hall of the old cathedral inside of castle dimitrescu as their leader mother miranda took her stance while the others took their seats. The room was filled with silence as the four lords exchanged glances. Confused as to why mother miranda remained silent.

She was often the first to speak, mostly. But her silence was deafening. It would be suicide to speak up — not knowing where the bird goddess true intentions lies . The tension in the air was thick and cold as mother Miranda's eyes gazed deathly into the dark corner of the other side of the room. They all looked at her, but none daring to speak up.

" Come out child" she finally spoke up, Her response was delivered in an icy tone that forced the lords to turn their heads to where miranda was staring at. Emerging from the shadowy depths was you. Small, in their eyes tiny, fragile you. While the men chuckled, Donna and alcina were the only two who stayed quiet as you warily approached the altar.

" will there by any requests to take her?" Miranda asked, slowly moving her head to look at everyone around the room. Karl and slavatore snickered continually with eachother as Donna shared looks with alcina. Donna would definitely pick you, she needed help with her doll making but she didn't know how she'd deal with that.

She's still a bit introverted and to have company all the time for her would be truly exhausting. Alcina on the other hand was always the one to take in maids when miranda offered them up, it was a customary transaction. But she was tight on staff and didn't need new maidens — yet.

" maybe you should take her Karl, you'd make great experiments out of her" slavatore whispered audibly. They men spared you a glance before laughing again.

Children — miranda thought as she rolled her eyes. Miranda searched the room, looking between Karl and slavatore she only saw fools who'd kill you in a nick of time, Donna who'd just..... you might most likely be her master than she of you. Alcina was the perfect match, but as evil as miranda may seem she allowed alcina to choose you herself.

Miranda stared to think of what she would have to do to you if no one volunteered to own you as their own.

Alcina lifted her eyes from the ground to look at you. The fear on your face as you held your hands, shivering from either the coldness or fear it really didn't matter. You looked young but no too young that she couldn't claim you. She studied you for a moment. You looked shy and exhausted, God knows what Miranda had you doing.

Her eyes lowered at the chains around your hands and the red marks they were imprinting, how dirty your clothes were. Your shoeless feet that were filthy and bruised. You looked terrified, though that would be an understatement. Your lips quivered as your eyes met the countess soft gaze. You held it and for a moment you felt at ease, a single piece of safety even amongst the cruelest people.

" I'll take her, Miranda" all eyes snapped towards alcina's directions as they stared blankly at her. A small relieved smirk can be seen on Miranda's face but it vanishes as quickly as it appears. Alcina and Miranda's shared glance had seem to upset the men and wipe the smirk straight off their faces. But karl, karl was not having it. He immediately stands up to protest.

" but she already has a castle packed with her little play things! I need more humans for my experiment miranda you can't do this—" Karl immediately stops speaking when Miranda's eyes flashing a bright yellow as her feathered wings span open. A new found wave of shivers can be felt in the room.

" you dare to question my authority lord heisenberg?" The bird goddess steps down from her podium and onto the tiled step. He avoids her threatening gaze, knowing what has happened to others before him who lacked the knowledge and looked into her preying eyes, not aware of the destruction that came after.

" the girl belongs to alcina now, and my approval is final...... it is your tongue that will get you killed lord heisenberg, perhaps I should arrange it's removal" mother Miranda's tone was cold and sharp, she talk fiercely because she meant every word. Karl hated being talked down to, even if it was by mother miranda, but one day he will talk back. When hell freezes over.

Miranda proceeds to return to her position on the podium. She fixed her cloak and sighed silently.

You moved to Alcina's side and tried to make yourself as small as possible, like a little mouse, too afraid that if you move you'll be eaten alive.

" I called this meeting today to address—" miranda began her complains and the meeting went on for quite some time. Alcina tried her utmost best focus but the only thing she could hear was your grumbling stomach and the consistent grinding of your teeth against the flesh of your finger as you bit your nails.

Alcina grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away from your mouth. Fear loomed in your eyes but there was a swirl of reassurance that laid in hers. She intertwined her palm with yours and for some weird reason her cold skin skill provided you with a warmth you didn't know you needed.

After the meeting was over Alcina took you home to her castle. Castle Dimitrescu. You heard Manny rumors about Countess Alcina Dimitrescu and her family secrets.... but maybe she wasn't as bad as you thought or maybe she had a dark side that she wasn't willing to shed light on yet...

She kept sneaking glances at you during the ride to the castle but she did not utter a word. There was something about you, something under all this shy, scared little girl act but she couldn't quite place her hand on it. When you both arrived at the castle a young maiden approached alcina with a long back cloak.

" welcome back my lady, I hope your trip was well" you suspiciously eyed the girl, she was around the same age as you, probably the same height or more but very beautiful. A girl like her should be modeling. She didn't even acknowledge your presence but instead continued to stare at the countess, with a glimmer that was too bright to be admiration.

Another maiden approached you with a cloak and ushered you inside of the castle. With one last spared look, you turned to look back at Alcina and the young girl and they were very close, too close, and the looks they shared as Alcina couldn't keep her hands to herself. What did that girl have that you didn't? What could she do that you couldn't...

That's where your unhealthy obsession with pleasing Alcina began.

Everyday before dawn you made it your first priority to bring the lady her morning tea, which she gladly accepts with a wide grin, always making sure to commend you.

You did your job perfectly, folded the landry, grill the meat just the way she loved it, massage her shoulders after a long day, draw her a bath, wash her hair, clean her office, braid her hair before she slept, But still the countess had her favorites..... the blonde goodie two shoe pretty girl still being amongst them. So.... you had to take her out.

It wasn't like you to hurt anyone, but she was getting in your way of being the lady's top favorite maiden and it was driving you mad. Because everything you did, she did it better. And she did sense a competition and man did she play along just perfectly.

She would spitefully bump into you in the hallways and snicker about it to her minion friends or trip you when you were carrying the landry just to see you fold it all over again. And she knew what the lady hated the most was bullying but she also knew that the lady knew she wouldn't hurt a fly. But alcina also had her eyes on you, even when you weren't looking.

She thought you were weak, the way you'd allow others to treat you, she thought you also couldn't hurt a fly. But man if she only knew what you were capable of she too would watch her step.

It was time for the lady's night wine. You knocked on the door to her chambers before you eventually heard her command you to enter. As you carefully push the door open and carry the tray you hear the lady chuckle, lifting your eyes you see that same maid girl braiding the lady's hair, her hand lingering a little longer than supposed too on her neck.

A sudden overwhelming feeling if anger washed over you. Lady Alcina was yours.... only yours... she just doesn't know it yet but you'll make it know to others. The lady barely acknowledged your presence before she waved you off to leave.

Your blood boiled as rage and jealousy filled your veins. You curtsy to the lady before you left. You opened the door and slowly turned around to see the lady with her eyes still glued on you, you flashed her a warm smile and left. Though alcina saw your smile she could see right through you, but again she couldn't place her finger on it.

You waited for the maid to come out of the lady's chambers, hiding secretly between the wall and the staircase. You watched as she bit her lips and fixed her hair after she closed the door. You scoffed watching in disgust as she walked proudly towards the staircase, her eyes betraying her she didn't notice your lingering figure behind the wall.

You ran out and pushed her down the stairs quickly. Her loud scream echoed throughout the castle awakening all the maidens and alerting those who were still on shift. Her body rolled down every step with loud thuds and cracks, surely this will impact her for some time as you made your way up to the lady's top favorite maiden list.

With a final thud her body came to a halt and laid perfectly still on the carpet below, she wailed in pain as maidens rushed to attend to her. You slowly backed away from the scene as you saw the lady emerge from her room with a blank face, no emotion can be seen in the lady's eyes or evident on her face.

She just stood there looking at the scene as if she was watching a basketball game where as her favorite team wasn't making any scores. Her eyes shined a bright yellow and she turned to return to her room, and there in the corner of her eyes stood you.

You both held eachothers gaze for what felt like forever, none of you able to read eachother's eyes for any answers, but alcina could hear everyone's heart beat in the room. They were all pounding, but yours.... yours was not. She narrowed her eyes at you before closing the door behind herself.

A small smirk appeared on your face as you proceeded to return to your quarters. Holding both hands behind your back, you walked slowly towards your room.

That maid could have died at your hands tonight, but did you care?... not in the slightest. Matter of fact you could sail the seven seas and still wouldn't find a fuck to give. Alcina was yours and you hers, no one was to touch her, talk to her or even look at her in any sexual romantic way unless it was you.

Time went on and that blonde maid went back to her home country to recover but there was rumors that she wouldn't be coming back because of how crippled she was. Alcina had new maids come in and they were your next target. Stella, she was very young, and she was in control of bringing the lady tea in the evening.

You waited until Stella returned from the lady chambers the approached her. Her eyebrows quirked as she looked you up and down but she quickly flashed you a smile. You could tell she was a total fake who just wanted to steal Alcina away from you. You grabbed her shoulders and slammed her up against the wall, her eyes widening not from the sudden impact but from feeling the sharp cold knife you held to her throat.

You'd notice that she'd always carry a book along with her to read to the lady which she says " the lady admires".

that can't happen....

" unless you wanna end up like blondie, I suggest you stop throwing yourself at the lady because she doesn't want you, she wants me...." You whispered, pressing the knight even deeper into her flesh slightly drawing blood. You watched as she winched at the pain of the metal object tearing at her flesh.

" you're fucking crazy" she scoffed, but you only smirked. You released the knife from her throat and looked at cut that it gave her.

" That's gonna leave a scar..... don't stay away from the lady and I'll cause more damage than just a little scar" your tone of voice was cold and bitter you turned and walked away. You could feel the anger radiating off her but also the fear, you knew she wouldn't dear to try you...

Later than night as you were lotioning your feet there was a knock on your door. A maiden told you that the lady requested your presence, immediately. You wrapped your towel tighter around your body and wrapped your damp hair up in clawclip and made your way down the hall towards the lady's chambers. The night air was stiff and cold as it brushed upon your skin.

A feeling of adrenaline filled you as you knocked on the big iron door. You heard the lady's faint voice of permission to entry so you turned the knob and followed suit. Upon entry you were greeted with the warmth of the fireplace. You weren't aware that the lady's eyes were lingering on your exposed skin and wet hair.

She averted her eyes from your body as you walked up behind her.

" will you braid my hair for my draga?" She asked softly and you obediently nodded. You grabbed her brush from the night stand and gently began to comb her raven colored hair. Although you could feel the lady's gaze on you that didn't made you break character. You kept brushing her hair then began to braid it.

Alcina wanted to believe that you had nothing to do with the suspicious activities that has been happening around the castle but since you arrived it was like all hell bounds broke lose.

First a maid miraculously falls down a flight of stairs and is seriously injured, and with no one to bear witness it labeled as just an accident. Another maiden, Stella, suddenly has a knife scar on her neck and her excuse is that she was bitten by some bug, that bug has to be the devil himself because alcina didn't quite believe her alibi.

And then two other maids randomly gets food poisoned and has to go to the hospital for a rather long period of time. The point is all of them were the lady's favorite maidens. Alcina narrowed her eyes as she continued to go deeper into her thoughts as she studied you closer. She could recall miranda saying something about you being completely and utterly insane or obsessed of some sort.

But alcina couldn't quite see the vision miranda had planted. All she saw was a shy, innocent, loyal, well mannered maiden. She felt ashamed of herself for even thinking that you could be the reason for these maidens sudden downfalls, but maybe they just had it coming....

" my lady?" Alcina is quickly brought from the depths of her inner thoughts by your soft voice. Her golden eyes met yours in the mirror and you flash her a soft smile to which she returned.

" thank you y/n, my favorite maiden, you may go now" she said with a purr, you immediately smiled and bowed. You left the room smiling and giggling as if she had asked you to marry her — well not yet.... now that your the lady's favorite maiden, no one... absolutely no one will ever be allowed too close to her again, or else they too will face an downfall of their own.

[rabidbatboy]

♱ MURDEROUS VICTORIAN GENTLEMAN ID PACK . . .

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PRONOUNS ; fog / fogs , dark / darks , kill / kills , blood / bloods , stab / stabs , die / dies , night / nights , stalk / stalks , hunt / hunts , mist / mists , shadow / shadows , noir / noirs , charm / charms , death / deaths , fear / fears

TiTLES ; the ripper , the elegant murderer , the gentleman killer , the stalker in the shadows , [x] elegant murder , [x] who kills in the night , [x] who kills most elegantly , the charming killer , the gentleman of death , [x] deathly charm

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[luckyarchivist]

Touchstarved LIs and Fanfiction AUs They Should Be In

Haven't been able to stop thinking about the people who said Ais is "always the tattoo artist in tattoo shop/flower shop AU". I don't even like tattoo shop/flower shop like that but it was such a correct thing to say and I have to acknowledge that. So here's that plus AUs I've seen that I think the LIs should be in.

Ais

Flower shop/tattoo shop, as mentioned. This one is TOO good. Come ON. Ais as the hot-ass owner of the local tattoo shop? Him listening to your idea for a tattoo and then smoothly and easily inking it into your skin and telling you you're good when you don't cry? I don't even need to explain this one. It makes sense in like every way.

NASCAR/Formula One AU. The idea of him getting out of that car sweaty as hell in the full racing suit after crushing a track record? Like, taking off the helmet and shaking his hair out and looking like he couldn't give less of a shit about winning first place? Yeah. I am not immune to vroom vroom

Mermaid AU but he's a bull shark or an octopus, not a fish. IDK if I want his claspers or his tentacles more, but either way he should be lurking in the briny deep and protecting me from the real ocean monsters and threatening to eat me even though he probably doesn't mean it, probably.

Vere

Magic/Witches AU. - C'monnnn, he's already so witchy! He's got the sleeves and everything. And yes I know TS already has magic in it, but you know what I mean. He, like, lives in the spooky forest and the people of the village are deathly afraid of him, but you need his magical help, so against the wishes of family and friends you seek him out. And he forces you through a series of dangerous illusions as a trial and, when you successfully pass them, finally agrees to help you for a price...

Royalty AU as either the capricious king of a powerful nation or that king's advisor, formal or informal (smart concubine). I've never seen Game of Thrones but that kind of castle politics, shadowy backstabbing shit seems right up his alley.

Modern AU as an artist: I already talked about this with Vere as an artist and game dev, but I think it'd be so funny if Vere was just sitting in a coffee shop (local, Starbucks is below him) trying to finish his commissions in peace because his roommate(s) are annoying and/or distracting. Honestly, Vere would also rock as a modern AU witch, like urban fantasy type.

Leander

Barista/Bartender AU. He's so extroverted and congenial I have to put him in a drink service AU. He definitely has a "time to mix drinks and save lives" type of work ethic behind the counter. He remembers regular customers and their drink orders, he is LIBERAL with discounts, and he leaves little notes to the people he thinks are cute.

Serial killer AU. I am so basic and even though I have no desire to watch or listen to true crime now, I was raised on the Investigation Discovery Channel and I've never lost that. Look at his fucking face. He's asking for it to be covered in blood. Even better if this is combined with the above AU and he's a sweet server by day and a ruthless murderer by night but he keeps the same wide, pleasant, and genuine smile on because both things are things he loves to do. Even BETTER if he has an obsession with one of his regulars and starts killing people around them in an attempt to get closer with them.

Theatre AU. Siiiighs. Yeah, I'm a theatre kid. And I just know this guy would be one of those actors who wants to be a mentor/older brother figure for any new troupe-members. He's walking you through all the vocal warmups. He's offering to help you run lines. He's driving you home after rehearsals. He is a triple threat, but he doesn't prefer musicals because he doesn't like singing in front of an audience (even though he's an amazing singer). And I just know props absolutely hates him because he keeps touching shit that isn't his.

Kuras

Hospital AU and Angels/Demons AU is too easy. Instead, I'm giving him the flower shop owner in flower shop/tattoo shop AU. Anyone here like KurAis? Anyways, I think it would be sweet to have him be the super-tall, kind but a little awkward and very knowledgeable owner of a flower shop. He probably enjoys crafting bouquets that have meaning in flower language. And yes, he knows about the nice meanings and the rude meanings, so you can get a "fuck you" bouquet from Kuras.

Detroit Become Human AU as an android. I barely remember D:BH but it was one of the first things that occurred to me when thinking about AUs for Kuras. Maybe because he'd be the kind of android who was like, "Don't worry, I'm not a real person, it's okay if I get shot repeatedly," and wouldn't understand why someone would be concerned about him anyways.

Elementary school teacher/single parent AU but I don't know if I want him to be the teacher or the parent. Do I want him to look after a group of children, making efforts to understand their silly little words and communicate with them so they learn and feel cared for? Or do I want him to be the struggling single parent who is so happy to see their child finally getting the attention they deserve outside the house? IDK, but I'd be happy either way.

Mhin

Superhero AU. They're kinda already halfway to superhero gear with the hood and the cape and the tight pants, but I think it be cool for them to dart from rooftop to rooftop, saving civilians and fighting crime. IDK if it'd be cooler if they were half-hero half-villain (controlled by their bird-monster side and wreaking havoc) or if it'd just be nice to have a crow hero motif. Anyway they save me and I'm a reporter who uses my reporter contacts to try and track them down not knowing they're actually my upstairs neighbor who I bring shepherd's pie and strawberry cupcakes to sometimes.

The other tattoo artist in tattoo shop/flower shop. You know how there's always some other character working in one or both of the shops? Ayeah that's Mhin. Number one, I think it'd be hot if they had tattoos. But even if they don't they're still hot when they give the tattoo because focus and skill are attractive. They're talented enough that Ais keeps them around even though they hate him. They never talk to him even though he's their boss. Over the course of the fic Mhin and Ais get closer b/c Kuras is friends with both of them and he wants them to like each other.

Angel/Demon AU as an angel because I want them to be corrupted :) I want them to be forced to submit to their own worst impulses :) and eventually realize that being evil makes them feel good and more importantly liberated and in control :) also maybe they can get wrecked by a demon please :)

Aaaand the DLC cast gets one as a treat!

Sen

Pacific Rim AU but PLEASE don't ask me why. I don't even REMEMBER Pacific Rim. But the clarity with which I could imagine Sen in a Pacific Rim AU is startling. She's gruff and she doesn't want to partner up with you, a rookie, but somehow you have perfect chemistry in the mech she doesn't want to acknowledge. She's too reckless out of disregard for her life, and you reel her in; you're inexperienced, and she fixes your mistakes. Then one day she starts to notice that she's guarding her own life more fiercely than ever before...because of you.

If that's not what Pacific Rim is about shhhh don't correct me /j

Elyon

Easy answer is pornstar/industry AU or camming AU but I'll never take the easy way out. And I know we don't know shit about the guy but I think reincarnation AU would kinda hit with him. His promo talks about wanting things money can't buy? Like possibly the ability to save his soulmate from dying and forgetting him over and over while he retains the memories of every life they've both shared and lived separately, as friends, lovers, enemies, and strangers? That would go hard imo.

If you read all of that, thanks! I hope you enjoyed~

[okchijt]

Hi! I'd like to request the legion aka frank yandere alphabet please! thank you 😘

Author's Note: The Halloween event is making me play even more unhealthy amounts of DBD so you know I just gotta do my boy Frank! I'm super excited for this one, especially since it's a yandere and an alphabet and this guy doesn't get much of either so I'm more than happy to provide! Definitely took some inspo from @yanderes-galore for this one so you must check them out if you're a lover of yandere content cause that's where you get the best kind of it! So do it NOW! And lastly, go ahead and check out my masterlist if you like what you just read and if you want to request anything yourself, thank you, and enjoy!❤

Possible Trigger Warnings: Some minimal NSFW that is only mostly mentioned a few times with no explicit detail.

Frank Morrison -> Yandere Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Frank is a possessive individual, he makes sure you and everyone around him knows it. The same can be said with the way he shows his affection for you. At the end of the day, Frank is still human and even though he feels the need to fool himself and the others around him that he's a cold-hearted killer, he still craves your human touch. That being said he's not sweet or gentle with his affections for you, when he feels threatened, feels the need to remind you of your place or it's just a matter of his human desires he does possess a strong hold on you. Frank likes to hold you by the waist or put his arm around your shoulder, both methods effectively trapping you in place of no escape as he holds you with a deathly grip. Frank doesn't aim to provide you with physical love but to scare you with it into submission. But at the same time he'd rather die than admit that sometimes he just seeks to have you held against him out of pure desire, because, in the end, it does feel nice to be reminded of that human feeling.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Incredibly messy. He's a killer that thinks of himself as hot shit and will make sure to show that just by the way he murders your teammates. Outside of the realm he only has one kill count and that was enough for him to consider himself the best killer out there. It makes his blood boil to see your fellow teammates touch you and spend time with you when it should be him and he'll make sure they'll fear his wrath. Frank doesn't mind being covered in other's blood, he even sees it as some sort of trophy to be prideful about because he was the one that made them bleed. Escpesicailly if the person stood in their way to get to you, Frank will make sure they will have a painful end that he'll later proudly and mockingly tell you about as if expecting some sort of prize from the effort he went through just to have you with him alone.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Kind of yeah. He finds mocking you entertaining in a way, he likes to make you feel powerless against him, boosting his ego in the process. He likes to get you when you're at your lowest so he can guide you through mocking and insults to come fully undone for him, vulnerable enough for you to feel too weak to fight against him as he forces his so-called love on you. Though most of the time Frank would only do it if he's in a bad mood himself because a match went poorly or you're just being "uncooperative" with his affections for you.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Absolutely he would. He forces his affection on you and sometimes forces you to reciprocate with threats of various kinds. At the end of the day, Frank is still a teen whose hormones still go off for him, and even though killing satisfies that side of him most of the time, he can't help himself when he's around you sometimes. He'd never outwardly go that far with you if you don't want to, he doesn't want to ruin all of his chances of you eventually falling for him for whatever reason. But do expect some nonconsensual touching here and there, like I said, he'd never go that far with you if you don't allow it, but he's not that good of a soul to limit himself that much for you.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He'd never do that. Frank doesn’t want to be seen as weak or vulnerable to you, himself, his crew, or anyone else around him. He has a "reputation" to uphold after all and even though his insecurities get to him most of the time, he'd rather die than let you even witness or hear any of it. Not even as pretend to make you feel sympathy for him, the thought of being this exposed to you on whatever scale disgusts him and he will never resolve to it to trick you into having you. Not for your good, but for his.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Amused, but annoyed. Doesn't matter how much of a capable survivor you are, the Entity will make sure Frank will have an upper hand compared to you in the physical department. He likes the way you try to wiggle free against him or just you trying to fight back in general, he finds it funny because he knows no matter what you do there is no escape from him. Though Frank will get progressively more annoyed the longer you keep going, especially if there are flashlights/firecrackers involved. And because of that at some point, it stops being an entertaining game of cat and mouse and instead a serious threat of finally catching you with no escape.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Kinda, but only when he's 100% sure he'll catch you at the end of the trail or just in general. When things go Frank's way during trials, he'll take his sweet time getting you. He'll pretend to have not seen you hide inside that locker or let you wiggle off him and get away as he pretends he didn't see where you went. Instead, all his attention goes to your teammates as he focuses on taking them out, leaving you for dessert. It's just so amusing to him to see you try so hard knowing that he'll get you by the end and have his fun with you before either killing you or letting you go. On the other hand, if Frank gets absolutely destroyed during the trial his anger will blind him to only focusing on not letting you escape. At this point he has tunnel vision solely on you and will ignore everything else, just wanting to make sure to get you at the end as he lets all your teammates run past him to escape through the gate as he pins you down and prepares to let out all his frustrations on you before either taking mocking pity on you and letting you go or just outright killing you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Being sacrificed the first time and all the other times depending on his mood it can get more brutal than it should. All the while he may just mock you for your existence alone and the things you make him feel as he murders you mercilessly for daring to fight back against him and not just submit. As well as mentioned before some nonconsensual touching, Frank will only stop the minute he knows he's not going to hold back if he lets himself go any further.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

There really isn't a future to think of when you're stuck in the Enity's realm, there is no personal purpose, growth or change you can make. So all Frank needs is what's already in front of him, you and the thrills you both provide each other whether you want to or not. But if Frank could wish for something to change in the future is for you to finally submit to him fully.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Extremely. He gets so jealous over your teammates being able to spend every waking moment of their pathetic existence with you instead of him. Just for that, he makes sure that if you're in a trial all of your teammates suffer twice as much. He wants to make sure they feel the jealousy and rage they make him put up with because of the privilege of them having you 24/7 and not him. Sometimes Frank gets more into it than he should and throws what's left of his jealousy onto you, accusing you of probably fooling around behind his back with your stupid teammates. Whether that is true or not Frank proceeds to give you mixed signals during his outburst as he continues to accuse you of being disloyal as he puts his arms around you as an act of affection. Lavishing in your touch as he reminds you and himself with his actions who you belong to as he spews venom at you through his gritted teeth.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Like he's better than you and you're his prey that he took pity on. You should be thankful he loves so just accept your role in this ''relationship'' and submit. Frank treats you as if you are inferior to him, but at the same time, he thinks you're so much better than everyone else. Frank not only tries to manipulate you but himself as well. He wants to make you feel powerless when with him, he likes to put you down, making him feel better for having does feelings for you. Frank hates that he feels such strong feelings for you, how can someone such as himself feel so drawn to a stupid survivor of all people? The only way he can excuse such feelings is by pity, a mocking kind. But deep down he knows it's not it, it's genuine from his end, but he will never admit to it to anyone especially not himself. So instead he hides behind the fact he's the hunter and you're the prey and abuses it so that the truth will never come out.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Through a trial of course. Doesn't matter if it's your first trial or one of the many ones you've had before, you've officially captured his attention. Whether it was because of the lovely reactions you gave him or the way you stuck with your team and had their back, doesn't matter, Frank is hooked from here on out and he can't wait to play with you some more when you meet again next trial. Approaching you though? Easy, just kill everyone so there's only you two left, that's plenty of time to begin a relationship and get to know each other, don't you think?

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Just a bit, yes. Frank's just as cruel to you as he is to everyone else and he thinks he's better than you, but he does have that soft spot only for you at times. Sometimes he does genuinely want to show his affection for you, with no cruelty added to it. As much of a sadistic jerk he is, Frank does sometimes just want to spend time with you like lovers do, it's rare but it does happen especially when he's in a good mood. Otherwise don't expect much love and care 90% of the time that is purely genuine.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Depending on what you do, the more painful the punishment. If you misbehave or disobey him in more ways than one, expect to be cut in various ways both shallow and deep depending on how far you push it. But the worst you can get is straight-up murder, but in the realm that's nothing new, so Frank makes sure to make your deaths more painful than they should. He makes them last longer, makes them more gruesome and he does all of this while making sure to keep you alive the whole time so you can feel the utmost pain. All of this is to make sure you remember to stay in line next time.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

As if you have any once you enter the Entity's realm. Frank takes anything he can get from you. He's too selfish to allow you to be with other people, especially the ones he views as under him, which is everyone but himself. Whenever you're forced to be in his presence, he will give you no free will. Frank takes away your decision-making and takes charge of anything of yours he can get, no matter how little the extent of it is.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Only when he's alone with you. At the beginning of the trial, there is no patience in him if things don't go his way. Frank will make sure to get through the trial as fast as possible, eliminating everyone until it's just you two left. His kills are sloppy and quick, wasting no time in finally getting you all to himself. When it eventually gets to that point he takes his sweet time with you, toying with you as you receive his unwanted affections. Wanting to draw out as much time as he can get with you, at that point he's just happy to have you all to himself again so he's patient from that point onward.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

None of these possibilities will ever come true in the Entity's realm. There are no buts or ifs, you are stuck in here with him forever. Therefore there would never be a scenario where Frank would have to deal with the fact you're not here with him anymore because that day will never come.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Why would he? Frank has no sympathy left in him at this point, not even his soft spot for you will change the way he feels nothing but pleasure in having you all to himself. So the answer is an ultimate no for both.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

A mix of curiosity and his background. It's curiosity that leads Frank to commit his first murder as well as enter the realm. He's never been a good person before the realm as well. What made Frank this infatuated with you though? The answer is even a mystery to him.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Depends on the severity of your outburst and how long it lasts. If it's small or it doesn't last long then he'll find the situation amusing by teasing you. He basically doesn't take you seriously and will mockingly "try" to calm you down, effectively making the situation worse by making fun of you because he thinks it's cute to see you this vulnerable. But once you get even more upset, making the outburst an actual outburst Frank begins to get annoyed and even kind of panic. At that point, it's less funny to him and his mocking turns into actual insults with hints of actual concern that aim to fully calm you down. The longer you go on the more aggressive Frank is with his words and may even start being physical with you just to make you stop. Depending on how you react he will force you to get a hold of yourself or he just leaves you be for some hours so you both can calm down.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Frank's more than willing to hurt you. Both because it's just the reality you two live in now and it's essentially his "job" to hunt you down and make you weak before him both mentally and physically.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Maybe manipulation? Just mentioning that his crew must think less of him because he's actively seeking you out, that he's so obsessed with you. Just anything that could indicate him being weak or vulnerable makes his blood boil, mainly because he knows it's true. No matter how Frank views himself, there is a part of him that hates himself and you for making him so soft to the point where his crew can see it. But would it be enough to escape? No. You can point out the obvious to him and that'll only make him let out his frustrations on you or his crew if they dare say a word about it.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Absolutely. It's Frank's "job" so it's basically a given you'll either get slashed a few times before he lets you go or just moris you instead.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

The only person Frank will worship is himself. Admittedly you're the most important person to him outside of himself and his crew but he still views himself above you so there is no need for worship. There is no need to win you over, you have no choice after all. Frank will court you however he likes and you can hate it and him as much as you want but you'll have no choice but to just deal with it.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A few trials at most. Frank needed to be 100% sure about you and his feelings for you before he became outright open with them. He needed to get to know you a little bit better before officially making you his, and by that I mean Frank relishing in the sweet reactions and screams you gave him. And maybe just the way you went about when you didn't know he was there and the way you worked with your team.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

The fact you're in a forced relationship with a killer that hurts/kills you and your teammates on the regular will definitely do more damage to you than if he was just a killer with no relations to you. That being said Frank wouldn't want to break you on purpose, he likes you the way you are because you haven't completely lost it yet and you satisfy his sadistic and obsessive needs. So ideally Frank wouldn't want to break you knowingly, but there would be a bigger possibility that he would indeed break you at some point.

[infernalodie]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐌𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 || 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘴 𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘋𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦"

Inspo: Sleep Token - Drag Me Under

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: Despite everything, Tara loves you nonetheless...

Warnings: D.P.D., angst, fluff

Words: 1477

A pair of hazel eyes watched you cautiously, almost stunned by your appearance. Seeing her silence as the best asset when it came to these certain nights–late nights when you’d go home with no explanation besides the blood on your shirt. Distinct fog in your eyes blocked her from even deciphering what could’ve been bothering you.

Tara couldn’t understand why you did what you did.

A serial killer. A girl with many mental issues, but more than capable of being a lover and a caregiver. It was just this other side of you no one was allowed to see–only her. This animalistic and rageful side of yourself that Tara had seen more times than she’d like to admit. And on many of those occasions, she still hadn’t made up her mind on how she felt about it. She should’ve been running in the opposite direction when she figured out who you were. Hell, she should’ve run the first night she figured out about “Mandy.” But she didn’t?

It didn���t particularly make sense as to why, but she didn’t. Maybe she was a sucker for the danger and the broken. Even though there wasn’t anything she could do to fix you. She could toss some pills at you to suppress Mandy for a little while. But how long until Mandy came out and just ended up killing more people than usual? These factors had to be taken into account and Tara knew that leaving you and loving you the way you were would be more than enough.

“What’d she say before she left?” Your voice was just above a mere whisper. Tara could’ve misheard it for the countless number of thoughts, but she was paying attention to every little detail of your figure. Your shoulders that were tense, your hands trembling with the hatchet in your grasp, and your lips that had specks of red scattered across.

“That nothing bad would happen to the both of you and that you loved me very much.” Tara's response made your shoulders relax a bit. Enough to not feel the ache as intense. And Tara picked up on this. “What’d you think she said?”

The glass of water had suddenly become more interesting than the conversation. Taking the cup in your grasp and strangling the shiver that ran down your back from its cold exterior, you took a sip.

At most, this entire situation could’ve been easily avoided. This entire relationship could’ve been avoided. You could’ve never let your desires dictate having someone to lean on and love when your mind was damaged like this. After all, someone like you didn’t deserve that. It wouldn’t have been what you wanted but it would save you from the shame you felt under her gaze.

You paid very little attention to Tara’s movements. The apartment she shared with her sister was deathly quiet. Sam had gone to bed hours before Mandy decided to take the wheel and go out on a cruise of the city. There was no telling what would happen if Sam figured out what you were. Mandy only gave you the satisfaction of control when she got you to the front step of your girlfriend's apartment. Leaving you to explain yourself to Tara, again.

Tara’s smaller figure kneeled between your legs. Her hands resting on your knees and those beautiful hazel eyes staring up at you. It didn’t feel real. If honesty was a huge factor in this relationship, you didn’t understand how she continued to be with you. Of course, Woodsboro was something you knew about. But this was different. She was dating you, a ruthless murderer who had no problem dismembering humans and dumping them in the Blight. So, how could she look at you so lovingly and be delicate in her touch? It didn’t seem fair.

One of her hands gently took the crimson blade. You hesitated but allowed it to slip from your grasp. She placed it on the coffee table and turned to you with a small smile. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You took her lead, holding her hand as she guided you to the main bathroom where she locked the door behind you and started the shower. There was a pause in your movements, but you eventually started undressing. It’s not like it would be the first time you were naked in front of her. The difference was that the circumstances were different and you felt ashamed. This relationship shouldn’t have worked out the first night you came home in such a state. But Tara decided to make it work against the better judgement of a normal moral compass.

Stepping into the shower, the warm stream of water fell on your face and hair. A gentle sigh fell from your lips as you rubbed your eyes furiously. But Tara stopped for a few moments just outside the shower in awe. The shine of your chocolate-toned skin is still her biggest weakness. How it looked under the moon, sun, and with a layer of water running down it made her thoughts a jumbled incoherent mess. And something in the way the blood of your victims ran down the valley of your breasts struck a deeper part of her mind that wasn’t normal.

Freeing herself from more than desiring thoughts, she slips into the open space in front of you. Soaking up the warmth of your body and a continuous stream of warm water raining down on her. The warmth of your hands resting on her hips only made a sigh fall from her lips, leaning into your touch. The entire idea that those hands, responsible for murder, held her so softly. Treating her like she was some sort of delicate work of art tended to Tara’s hubris. Gathering up the fleeting hope she had to try and make this work better than it already was.

And perhaps she was clouded in delusion. It’d been her goal for as long as the first night she saw you standing outside her apartment drenched in crimson. She didn’t understand what possessed you to come HERE of all places and Tara didn’t understand why she let you in. Perhaps against her own judgement or the genuine love she had for you. Since then, she promised to be the person you could rely on in these certain circumstances. And that whoever took control could trust her to take care of you.

“I’ve always feared she’d end things,” you whispered, barely heard over the sound of running water cascading between your guys’ bodies. Glad to know her back was to you so she couldn’t see the defeated expression on your face. Because there were still borders yet to be crossed in the relationship. She’d never seen you cry and she’s never seen you sad. In many cases, your fear could’ve been misunderstood for sadness, but Tara knew better, thankfully. She was a lot more perceptive than she let on.

“Mandy isn’t all terrible, Tara.”

“She murders people, Y/n. Terrible isn’t the word I would use to describe her,” Tara huffed in amusement. “And she’s taking you from me. So, she’s as terrible as I want her to be-”

“She loves you, Tara.” The response made the other girl snap her head in your direction. Eyes slightly widened by such an accusation. “I know because she leaves notes on my phone. Tells me what she did during the night. And she thought of you and decided to not kill tonight.”

“Then the blood on the knife?” Tara inquired.

“Some random rat.” And for a moment, you smiled at the thought. “Mandy doesn’t want you thinking she’s gotten soft over you or anything.”

And Tara smiled, heavily amused by such a thought. But she knew with love comes protectiveness and Tara had her fill of possessiveness when it came to your counterpart. Having spent a single night with her and barely able to leave her room without the woman questioning her where she was going. For someone so ruthless with their killings, Mandy was rather needy.

Turning fully, Tara cupped your face softly. “Even if she told me you didn’t love me, I wouldn’t believe her. I wouldn’t even let you go.”

The thought alone rattled your skull. Nothing about this relationship spoke “healthy”. You were constantly putting her in tough positions over your own problems, yet, she was still here. Promising you a life of normalcy? Were you even capable of something like that with someone so ethereal?

“But why? I’m broken, T,” you muttered, eyes cast to your feet.

“That doesn’t mean you aren’t capable of loving or being loved,” she whispered, kissing the corner of your lips. Shaking her head, she uttered, “I’m never letting you go, Y/n.”

Pursing your lips, you managed to meet her loving gaze. “Promise?”

She smiled. “I promise.”

And you believed her.

[chelseeebe]

pick a side or i’ll pick you both.

ghostface!eddie x ghostface!femreader x steve

oh there is murder, there is adultery, there is smut. there’s just about every major sin. (oh and will byers is dead :/)

she nods frantically, eyes wide with fear. it’s like fucking crack. you’d love to see how much you could get her to squirm. beg for your forgiveness. but you were aware the more you prolonged this, the more you risked getting caught.

or you and eddie become partners in crime. how wrong could it go?

a/n: cooking up a part two to this already, i really could’ve just gone on and on but it was already rather long so thought i’d split it.

part one. | part two. | epilogue.

‘i want to wrap my hands around her fucking neck,’ you spit, narrowed eyes on the image of your boyfriend and nancy wheeler giggling, awfully close. to one another.

eddie let’s out a maniacal laugh, leaning over towards you, ‘why don’t you?’

you break your glare and look at him, ‘because it’s illegal, dumbass.’

‘and?’ he dips his head, suddenly straight faced, fortunately it was only the pair of you on the table.

‘don’t tempt me,’ you push back, tilting your head at him, still not taking him entirely seriously.

‘you’ve seen those movies, right? psycho killer.. kills all the teens.. that sorta shit.’

‘yeah.. and they always get caught at the end of it.. not really selling it for me, munson,’ you look back at nancy and steve, still batting her sickly doll eyes at him.

eddie follows your eyes, ‘that’s the thing.. we wouldn’t, it’s basically the perfect crime, mask up.. leave no trace, unbeatable.’

you relent, giving him the benefit of the doubt, ‘okay.. say we do this, then what? just go on to the live the rest of our lives? live with the thought of what we’ve done?’

‘yeah,’ he nods enthusiastically, ‘or.. you might find you enjoy it.. and we go on a crazy killing spree.’

‘i don’t think so.. you really think we could do this? and be fucking serious eddie.’

‘deathly serious,’ he chuckles, ‘you’re actually down?’

‘i’m not saying i’m down.. i’d just like to hear more of this amazing plan, and then i’ll decide,’ you nod, was killing nancy really an option?

knowing eddie he was one hundred percent joking, some elaborate prank to embarrass you or to get you in on some weird drug peddling scheme.

though, the thought of nancy just permanently being gone was incredibly tempting, and say that eddie was being serious.. why would you not do it?

‘come by my trailer later, we can talk about it properly,’ his eyes shoot up, ‘heads up.. your communal boyfriend is coming.’

he sits back in his sit properly as steve joins the table, sliding into the seat next to you, ‘hey baby,’ his arm coming to rest around your waist.

you’re oddly quiet for the rest of lunch, contemplating whether to follow eddie into this insane plan. spending the rest of your life in jail wasn’t exactly how you’d planned but on the flip side, not having a third wheel for the entirety of your relationship sounded just heavenly.

-

turns out, eddie’s plan wasn’t totally shit. he’d ran through the entire thing, detailed plans on how it would go down. complete anonymity thanks to his cheap silicone halloween masks and the large black robe that would cover your entire body.

you’d had to bring him back down to earth a couple times, reminding him that neither of you were exactly a reincarnation of bundy.

‘so you wanna do it?’ he cocks his head, looking down at you perched on the earth sofa.

he’d jumped up halfway through his pitch, gesturing wildly and getting over excited, practically shaking as he walked you through his steps.

you bite down on your bottom lip, could you really kill someone? was it even possible to live with that guilt for the rest of your life?

the image of nancy batting her long eyelashes at steve flashes through your mind. and the urge to strangle her comes flooding back, previous thoughts drowned out with the new picture of your hands wrapped around her neck as she squirms beneath you.

‘let’s do it,’ you affirm, eddie nearly jumps for joy at the confirmation.

‘now?’ he asks, resuming his position on the couch.

‘no.. don’t be stupid,’ you ponder, you weren’t all too familiar with nancy’s schedule but you could most definitely find out, ‘nancy’s mom is in the pta.. they meet on wednesday’s.. so we know she’s out then..’

‘okay.. that’s good, i say we strike on wednesday.. mommy will be out, her dad’s a fucking loser, drinks in the same bar as my uncle and he’s always going on about how much he hates his life.’

you nod, formulating the perfect plan. how and when you would strike. it wasn’t going to easy of course, but you knew it would be worth it.

steve had accidentally let slip that he used to climb through her bedroom window, complaining that he couldn’t do that at your house. he caught a well deserved attitude for that one.

‘the window.. we go through the window,’ you grimace, ‘that’s how steve used to get in.’

eddie makes a whistling sound but doesn’t elaborate. you sit in his trailer for the rest of the night, working out timings, weapons and whatever other tiny, seemingly meaningless details that you could not fuck up.

-

you were nervous, unsure if you were about to commit to the worst decision of your life. but on the ride over, eddie makes sure to remind you of her disgusting pout, the small, seemingly innocent touches to steve’s arm and that stupid baby voice she put on in every conversation.

you’re angry all over again. sick to your stomach that she’d even have the audacity to act like that with your boyfriend. especially when her own boyfriend looked on in sad despair.

fucking cunt.

you’d taken your moms car, as to not draw suspicions in eddie’s ratty van. parking just down the street with all the other fancy cars.

eddie runs through the plan once more, ensuring that you understood. go in through the window, muzzle her and then you could do whatever the hell you’d wanted.

the masks smelt disgusting, like rubber and plastic and it was particularly hot under the extra layers.

eddie hoists himself up first, reaching down to grab onto your hand, landing on the slanted side roof.

he slinks over to the window, looking in before motioning for you to join him. she wasn’t in there. perfect opportunity to get in and hide somewhere.

‘open the window then, jackass,’ you hiss, nudging him.

it doesn’t open at first and you peer around hoping no nosy neighbours had decided to stick their nose out. you were pretty much hidden in the darkness but you couldn’t be too sure.

he finally gets it open, not without a struggle and hops in, turning to help you get through.

you glance around her room, all perfect and quaint. there’s a photo booth reel of her and steve still tucked into her mirror and you roll your eyes at the images of them grinning and laughing. the last one of him kissing her on the cheek particularly infuriates you.

‘fucking hide,’ eddie spits, taking position behind her door.

you flip him the finger, lingering on the photo and debating whether to rip it into pieces on her floor. perhaps that was too obvious.

you perch on all fours behind her bed, cursing under your breath as the synthetic material of the robe itches your arms.

you’re unsure how long you sit there waiting. it had to have been a good twenty minutes before you hear the stairs creak and you look at eddie one last time before ducking down properly.

the door opens and promptly shuts, a muffled high pitch squeal comes from that direction and you assume eddie had done his part.

you stand up finally, watching as nancy struggles with eddie’s hand clamped over her mouth, the other arm keeping her arms contained behind her back.

she can’t see it but you’re smirking, slowly walking over to the pair. eddie had had the common sense to lock her door before attacking.

‘shut up,’ you bark as she thrashes around, obviously trying to scream through his hand.

no where near loud enough for anyone else to hear, thankfully.

her eyes widen at the obvious recognition of your voice and she subdues for a second, chest heaving.

‘i know what you are nancy wheeler,’ pointing the knife edge to her throat, not enough pressure to really hurt her, but she starts panting, tears leaking out of her eyes.

you’re close enough to see every last expression on her face.

‘you’re a slut,’ you snarl, ‘you should’ve just listened when i told you to fuck off,’ tilting your head.

the sight of her so panicked only fuelling your rage. her tears drenching eddie’s gloved hand.

‘fucking do it,’ he snaps, almost struggling to contain her.

she must have gotten out of his grip slightly, her hand reaching around to claw at your arm. causing a hushed fuck out of your mouth. you return the knife to her throat, pushing harder than before as eddie reclaims full control of her arms.

‘you wanna apologise nancy?’ you glower through the mask, jaw tense, ‘apologise for being so obsessed with my boyfriend?’

she nods frantically, eyes wide with fear. it’s like fucking crack. you’d love to see how much you could get her to squirm. beg for your forgiveness. but you were aware the more you prolonged this, the more you risked getting caught.

‘too late,’ you hiss, slashing the knife across her throat, spurts of red blood come pouring out and eddie let’s go, her body falling to the floor.

‘holy shit,’ he breathes, watching as the life drains from her face, helpless gasps of her last breaths come out of her mouth.

you don’t move. frozen in place as the carpet slowly turns a dark shade of red. she eventually stops moving, eyes still wide and no longer blinking.

‘we need to go, now,’ eddie tugs on your hand.

but your eyes don’t move from her body, watching even as you climb out of the window. in a state of shock as you sprint back to your mom’a abandoned car.

eddie gets in, discarding the mask on the back seat and putting his foot to the floor to get out of there.

you don’t say a word. mouth open as you blankly watch the moving road.

‘you okay over there?’ he questions, slightly worried at your lack of response, ‘give me something here,’ his eyes dart between you and the road, flashing you a worried look.

but it wasn’t regret. no. you’d liked it. the feeling of being so powerful that you could take a life.

you catch your breath, throwing your mask into the back with his, looking over at eddie at last.

‘that was.. insane,’ you shudder, a large grin overtaking your face.

eddie bangs on the steering wheel, matching your smile, ‘holy shit, i thought you were freaking out on me.’

you reel for a second, fully taking in the entire event. how good it felt to see the blood gushing out of nancy. the colour draining from her face. knowing that she could no longer get in the way of your relationship.

-

you’d heard through steve that jonathan byers had been in questioning all night. as nancy’s current past boyfriend it was the obvious place to turn to.

you’re sat in the courtyard with steve, eddie and robin, consoling your boyfriend and trying your hardest to appear condoling.

there were cop cars littered outside of the school, slowly making their way through the register and interviewing each and every student. it’s a horrible feeling but you can’t help it. the swelling feeling of pride in your chest. satisfied that not a single person had suspected you.

steve had already been interviewed, fast tracked due to his previous relationship, ‘they said she didn’t fight back..’ he sighs and your hand comes up to rub his back, ‘i just hope she wasn’t in pain.’

the still stinging scratch down your forearm would suggest differently, but you just pull your shirtsleeve further down, nodding at his pathetic pining.

‘it was probably some psycho,’ robin shakes her head, ‘targeting lone women.. maybe we’re next,’ she looks at you, wide-eyed.

‘don’t say that shit,’ steve spits, scowling at her.

‘i’m just saying.. it’s a very real possibility,’ she replies, although she admits defeat and hangs her head, picking at her nails.

‘i don’t think so.. it was probably just a freak event.. we’ll be okay,’ you nod, glancing at eddie who was uncharacteristically quiet.

‘man, i just can’t believe it..’ steve mopes, clutching onto your hand.

if you’d known he was going to be such a sad sack of shit maybe you wouldn’t have done it. you’d done this for him. for your relationship. he needed to realise that this was for the better. though, now you could at least be the one to make him feel better. eventually he’d get over it.

maybe you’d have to kill him next if he couldn’t get a damn grip.

a group of girls walk past, talking loudly about jonathan being released, he’d been at work at the movie theatre all night. for a second you’re disappointed, now they were definitely still on the hunt for the killer.

accusations turn to sympathetic voices, pitying the poor boy. you hadn’t really thought of this aspect. gotta be shit to lose your brother and girlfriend and be accused of killing them both.

‘did you hear that? byer’s has been released.. that means they’re still out there,��� eddie speaks up, raising his eyebrows.

‘they’ll find him, they have to. it can’t be that hard in this tiny town,’ steve frowns.

‘him? how’d you know it’s a him?’ eddie adds and if looks could kill, he’d have been keeled over on the floor in an instant.

‘i don’t, asshole.. just assuming,’ your boyfriend sniffs, now being the one to glare at eddie.

the bell rings and you snap to attention, standing from the small bench you’d all been gathered on, ‘i’ll see you at lunch?’ standing on your tiptoes to reach steve’s face.

he nods, giving you a small smile. you take it because it is a hell of a lot better than that sad pout he’d had plastered on his face.

‘try not to think about it,’ leaving a soft kiss on his cheek and breaking away from the group, heading towards your class.

there’s loud footsteps following behind and then suddenly eddie is right next to you, smirking.

‘you’re a fucking idiot, how’d you know it’s a him,’ you mimic in hushed tones.

‘oh c’mon.. your blessed boyfriend is not that smart,’ eddie snarks, baring his teeth with that psychotic smile.

‘wipe that fucking grin off your face.. you look guilty as fuck,’ you hit back, looking at the surrounding students and just praying none of them noticed.

‘hey..’ he reaches out to touch your arm, ‘we did it, didn’t we? stop worrying, no one suspects a thing,’ he whispers, following you into the building.

‘yeah we hope,’ you snap, ‘you better pray your plan worked.. i’m too fucking pretty to go to jail,’ storming away from him and into the classroom.

he watches you leave, a small smirk on his lips before skulking into his own classroom.

-

‘you gonna protect me from the big scary murderer stevie?’ you breathe, leaving soft kisses along his jaw.

you’d gone over to steve’s house under the guise of keeping him company, and maybe to get laid. and after a feeble attempt to do homework, you’d found yourself on his lap, lazily making out.

he pauses for a second, internally debating whether being so horny just days after his ex-girlfriend was brutally murdered was perhaps too far.

it doesn’t take much convincing though as your hips grind against his, sucking the skin on his neck. soft groans tumbling out of his parting lips.

he pulls his head back before kissing you, his hands finally grip onto your exposed thighs. a low moan rumbles into your mouth, his hands slide under your skirt.

your fingers tangle into his hair, continuing to move your hips against him, ‘y’want me to make you feel better baby?’

‘mmhmm,’ he whines, pushing your skirt up and exposing your ass, ‘please baby,’ practically begging as you reach down to feel his growing erection.

just as you were about to unzip his bulging jeans, there’s a bang from somewhere outside, he freezes, ‘did you hear that?’ mumbling against your cheek.

‘it’s just the wind, steve,’ you moan back, still palming him through his jeans.

‘no.. no, that wasn’t.. wait,’ he gently pushes you away from him, ‘someone’s outside,’ he sits up from the couch, still holding onto your thighs.

‘there’s no one outside.. c’mon steve,’ you pout, grasping his shoulders.

you knew damn well that the murderer wasn’t outside, she was sat right on his lap for christ’s sake.

before you can regain his attention, another bang happens, right on his living room window.

his head snaps to you, ‘i fucking told you..’ his eyes are wide, full of worry that he was about to meet a similar fate to nancy, ‘he’s here.’

you’re pushed off of his lap, landing in the spot next to him on the couch, desperately trying to pull your skirt back down.

‘i’m telling you.. there’s no one here,’ well, there could be, but you definitely had nothing to do with it this time.

steve stands, panicked, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a rather large knife. he looked quite comical really, wielding a kitchen knife accompanying his raging boner.

you roll your eyes, not impressed by his heroic stance against the wind.

something knocks at the back door and steve spins on his heel, ‘i’ve got a knife! i’m not afraid to use it!’ screeching at the glass.

he gingerly walks over to the door, knuckles white as he grips onto the handle. it’s at that point you hear the all too familiar cackle.

fucking eddie.

he finally makes his appearance, waving at him from the glass. steve drops the knife, cussing eddie out as he unlocks the door for him.

‘dude, what the fuck?’ he screams as eddie saunters in, grinning.

‘oh come on.. you weren’t really scared?’ he looks at the discarded knife, and then to your boyfriends semi, ‘that’s kinda weird, dude.. but whatever you’re into i guess.’

‘fuck off, what are you even doing here?’ steve grills him, and you join him in the kitchen, holding onto steve’s arm.

‘i came to teach you kids about the first rule of horror.. never have sex, how fucking stupid are you?’ eddie chuckles, you stare daggers into him.

steve sighs, leaning back against the counter, ‘you’re an asshole man, i thought we were about to be next! where’d you learn comedy? psycho school?’

‘yeah, eddie. so not funny,’ you frown, attempting to signal for him to leave.

‘hey, i couldn’t let you guys get killed, could i? y’know there’s a scary killer out there,’ he smirks, opening the fridge and retrieving one of steve’s dads beers, promptly cracking it open on his teeth.

‘jesus- i’m gonna get changed.. make yourself at home,’ steve grumbles, slinking off from the kitchen.

‘what’d you cum in your pants or something?’ eddie bellows, watching as you check steve had actually gone upstairs.

you rush over to him, punching his arm and causing a tidal wave of beer to flow out of the bottle, ‘you’re a fucking asshole,’ you hiss, quiet enough.

‘sorry princess, guess you’ll have to get your rocks off some other time,’ he smirks, taking another large swig.

you huff, ‘i’ll fucking kill you next.. don’t think i won’t,’ warning him with wide eyes, retrieving the knife and waving it about vaguely in his direction.

‘yeah yeah.. nice panties by the way, really enjoyed the show,’ licking his bottom lip.

you slide the knife back into the wooden block, spinning to glare at him again. before you can insult his entire family line, you’re interrupted by steve coming back into the kitchen, now in a pair of grey sweatpants.

‘you’re a real asshole, dude.. i could’ve stabbed you,’ he mumbles, getting himself a beer.

‘yeah yeah, i’ve just had an earful from her.. don’t need another one,’ eddie replies, scouring steve’s cupboards.

it’s enraging you. the indistinguishable fury rising in your stomach. if steve hadn’t come and saved his life, you might have just killed him then and there.

‘what’re we doing then? movie?’ eddie laughs, walking past you and into the living, settling right into the spot where you and steve had just disgraced his sofa.

steve follows, flashing you a small smile and a sarcastic eye roll. that pisses you off too.

why couldn’t he just tell him to get the fuck out? be a man. i’m fucking my girlfriend here man. time to go. but he doesn’t. he sits on the other loveseat, gesturing for you to join him.

eddie picks some god awful slasher film to watch, making sure to point out exactly where you and steve had gone wrong.

you’re seething with rage every time his mouth opens, not even bothering to pay attention to the film and instead willing him to blow up with your mind.

when the movie finishes, eddie stands and dramatically yawns, looking at his watch, ‘it’s getting late.. i’ll give you a ride home,’ he nods at you, if you hadn’t seen it before you would’ve missed his sarcastic smirk.

steve nods in agreement, ‘it’s on the way.. i’ll see you at school tomorrow?’ hand sliding down your back.

you grin and bare it. gritting your teeth as you get your bag. feeling both of their eyes on your thighs and you bend down to collect your belongings.

you’re sure to practically make out with steve on the doorstep, leaving a solemn last kiss to his neck as you trundle over to eddie’s rusty old van.

it’s only when you’re halfway down the road that you explode, ‘what the actual fuck is wrong with you?’

eddie responds with that same maniacal laughter, ‘banging his hand onto the steering wheel, ‘awh, did someone get cockblocked? sucks.’

‘i don’t think you understand, i will fucking kill you.. you’ve seen the goddamn proof,’ you grit, turned to face him.

‘good, keep that rage!’ he balls his hand into a fist, ‘we’re gonna need it.’

‘what the fuck are you talking about?’

‘carver. it’s happening, tonight,’ he grins, going the complete opposite way to your house.

‘no the fuck it is not, are you crazy? there’s not- we don’t even have a plan! you just gonna walk in there and gut him?’ you scream, flabbergasted at his frankly insane suggestion.

‘’hmm, basically,’ he nods, ‘calm down sweetheart.. shit’s in the back.. perfect alibi.. what could go wrong?’

-

a lot. apparently.

first of all, eddie had neglected to mention you’d be going to jason’s mansion to off him. or that his parents would be home.

he’d had to park miles away and you’d skulked through the forest backing onto his property for what seemed like hours before you reached the gigantic house.

secondly, eddie had planned to slip through his window and just slash his throat in his sleep. not taking into account that he might not be asleep and still sat at his desk, stressing over some math problem.

‘now what do we do? huh, genius?’ you spat, watching the illuminated window.

‘just.. fuck, just follow me,’ he hissed, leading the way across the large garden.

perhaps wearing your shortest, sluttiest skirt to a murder was the wrong idea. but, in your defence this was definitely not supposed to happen tonight.

eddie gestured for you to clamber up first, but you aren’t stupid, slapping his arm, ‘not a chance, pervert,’ you hissed, met with a smug smile as he reluctantly climbed up onto the awning.

you were supposed to serve as distraction, knock on the window, get him to let you inside and then eddie would swoop in and finish him off.

mumbling something about the killer. his light was on. no- no parents. and you were in.

solid plan. if it weren’t for the fact that eddie is a fucking idiot. he tumbles through the window, landing on jason’s floor with a thud. he looked like a damn goof with the mask on, now crooked and quite comical.

‘wha- what the fuck is going on?’ jason stammers, backing away from you.

‘jesus christ, can you do anything right?’ you sigh, dragging eddie from the floor, already making your way back to the window.

there’s a muffled scream and a horrid squelching sound, jason’s body crashing to the ground and then you’re hurried back through the window. scraping your knee on the brickwork on the way down.

you can’t stifle the laugh as eddie pulls you back through the trees, tripping over branches in the barely lit forest.

one would say that you were addicted. the thrill. the excitement of knowing exactly what you’d just done and subsequently gotten away with. there was not a chance in hell anyone would ever suspect the two of you.

after the initial glow had worn off and you’d come back down to earth sat in eddie’s van, you turn to look at him, ‘i really am done now.. we can’t do this again.’

‘whaaat?’ he glances at you, ‘the fun’s just starting sweetheart, plenty more assholes to off in this town,’ his eyes are wide, dark.

‘no.. that’s it, count me out of whatever you have planned next,’ you assert, running fingers through your hair in an attempt to look slightly more presentable.

he scoffs, ‘i don’t believe you, you love it,’ his eyes are back on you, ‘i saw you back there.. fucking grinning like a cheshire cat, don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it.’

‘i’m not saying i didn’t enjoy it.. we just, we’re not off the hook yet, i don’t wanna go to prison because you got too stab happy,’ you jab back, applying another layer of lipgloss in the small visor mirror.

‘we’re not going to prison, no one has a fucking clue it’s us,’ he grins, pulling into your street.

‘you don’t know that,’ you sigh, grabbing your handbag from the floor, ‘i think we should just.. slow down a little.. y’know, do it when it’s necessary.’

‘where’s the fun in that?’ he says, stopping outside of your house.

before you can get out he reaches over, stopping the door from fully opening, ‘one more.. and then we can stop.. do it on your terms.’

you pause, glaring at him and the little optimistic grin on his face, ‘fine,’ you huff, ‘who’s the unfortunate guy?’

‘principal higgins.. that wrinkly fuck is the only reason i’m still in high school, i think he’s more than deserving.’

‘right, you got an actual plan this time or are we just going in fucking bareback?’

‘oh no, i’ve got the perfect plan,’ he taps the side of his head, ‘up here.. we can talk more tomorrow.. i just needed you on my side.’

‘well, i am, can i go now?’ you glance down at his hand still holding onto the plastic handle.

he sits back in his seat, ‘yeah, meet me before school.. i’ll run you through it.’

‘right, goodnight psycho,’ you call as you hop down from the van, slamming the door shut.

he watches from the window as you disappear through the door and then speeds off into the night.

-

higgins went off without a hitch. kind of. it had been a friday night and eddie already knew he’d still be at the school doing god knows what.

he’d wanted to really torture him. make him beg for forgiveness, draw it out for as long as possible but you’d reminded him that the small town was absolutely crawling with cops and news crews and perhaps it wasn’t the best idea.

he has his fun though. receiving a personal apology for all the times he’d fucked eddie over. for making him retake all those years.

you suppose it was a little satisfying. that prick had given you enough detentions and notes home for inappropriate clothing choices so you enjoyed watching him squirm for a while.

but eddie does what eddie does and got far too cocky, taking off his mask and having higgins perform this whole boot kissing ritual and you’d just about had enough. getting ready to dip as soon as he’d done it.

there was a faint vacuuming sound from the hall and you realise the janitor was also probably still here, hissing for eddie to just hurry the fuck up.

he does. eventually. the most evil laugh erupting from his throat as he plunges the knife into his back, a horrid sputtering sound as he chokes for his last few breaths.

eddie gets the last few kicks in, slamming his head into desk. and then starts rooting around the large filing cabinet.

‘what are you doing?’ you asked, itching to just get the fuck out of there.

‘i want my file, i wanna see all the shit he’s put in there,’ he replied, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth.

‘are you thick? and when they go through the files and yours is missing, you think they’ll just ignore that?’

‘ahh shit,’ he frowned, looking at you and nodding before slamming the metal drawer closed.

you shake your head before opening his office door, ‘put your mask back on before anyone sees us.’

and thank fuck you did. you were almost out of the school when the very janitor you’d heard cleaning earlier turns the corner, spotting the pair of you before you dash out of the doors. pulling eddie behind you and into the car.

you had definitely broken the speed limit on the drive back to eddie’s trailer, chest heaving. you were becoming far too accustomed to this feeling. finding too much joy in taking away someone else’s life.

the added thrill of almost being caught not helping your pounding heart. knowing that you were just this close to being seen.

eddie’s rambling on in the passenger seat, gloating about the look the old man’s face, the sheer terror he had instilled in the grown man. killing him in the very office where he had told eddie that he was being held back once again.

you pull up on the gravel outside his trailer, the trailer park was always a ghost town, the residents always at work or sleeping for their night shift. there was no worry anyone would catch you here.

you follow him into the metal building, head fuzzy with excitement, that dizzy feeling ringing through your entire body.

‘holy fuck,’ you exhale, almost vibrating with excitement.

his pupils are blown out, staring straight into yours. and in a swift motion, before you can even think about what was happening, his lips are pressed to yours, fingers digging into your hip as you’re pushed back into the long cabinet.

you weren’t even really aware that you were kissing him back, a mess of teeth and tongues, your arms snake around his neck, using his body for balance as you’re walked back into the tiny kitchen area.

there’s a loud clattering as the counter top is cleared, kitchen appliances crash to the ground in one fell swoop of eddie’s arm and then you’re being hoisted onto the counter, still making sloppy contact with his lips.

you’re not even thinking. there’s no time to as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, skirt hiked up over your thighs by his ringed hands. one arm is still hooked around his shoulder while the other grips onto the marble surface, giving some stability.

he burrows his face into the crook of your neck, just barely yanking his jeans and in turn, his boxers down before pulling your red panties to the side.

‘you wanna?’ he pants into your neck, and you nod quickly in response.

he wastes no time before slipping into your already soaked entrance, groaning as his fingernails dig into the skin of your thighs.

‘jesus fuck,’ he grunts, setting a steady pace, the cold feeling of his ringed fingers sliding up your thighs.

your legs hold him in place, face pressed into the shoulder of his denim jacket, the knob of the cabinet behind digs into your spine but the pleasure overrides the ache.

it’s animalistic, his thrusts are hard and deep, a plethora of hoarse grunts fall from his lips. one hand creeps up, thumb circling your clit, eliciting the most disgusting pornographic sound to rise from your throat.

this only encourages him, filthy sounds of his skin against yours fill the trailer. you were sure anyone outside could see the damn thing rocking.

‘fuuck,’ you moan through gritted teeth as his thumb continues to draw patterns on your clit. the familiar tight feeling in your core begins to rise.

the rhythmic sound of his knee banging into the cabinet door below you as he mumbles incoherent curse words into the air. his nails begin to sting, making indentations in your thighs as he bears his own high.

‘i’m gonna- fuck,’ you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the coil snaps, clenching around him as your legs tremble.

‘jesus,’ he pants, a solid few final thrusts as he reaches his own orgasm, sweaty forehead stuck in the curve of your neck.

you stay in that position for a moment, panting together. as you both come back down to earth, he pulls away, fiddling with the zip on his jeans.

you hop down from the counter, readjusting your own underwear, staring at the ugly tiles on the floor.

‘i have a boyfriend,’ you remark, as if you’d only just remembered. as if you hadn’t literally killed for him.

eddie scoffs, wiping a hand down his face, ‘pretty stupid thing to say when my cum is running down your leg.’

you squeeze your legs together in response, smoothing down your skirt and screwing up your face at him, ‘this stays between us.. no one ever has to know, okay?’

‘calm down, darlin’, i was hardly about to go running to tell steve that i’ve just fucked his girlfriend,’ he laughs, fixing the waistband of his boxers and walking into the hallway to his room.

you stare blankly, wondering what the hell he was up to now. you’d just defamed his kitchen and he’s just walked off?

he re-emerges, holding a small bag of weed, ‘you wanna smoke?’

‘no,’ you reply flatly, ‘i’m gonna go.’

‘suit yourself,’ he raises his eyebrows before collapsing on the couch, beginning to roll up.

you walk over to the door, swinging it half open before pausing, ‘i mean it, eddie.. don’t say a thing,’ you spit before exiting, his reaction not necessary.

what the fuck is wrong with you?

-

‘you knew nancy, didn’t you?’ jonathan asks, looking up at you from across the table.

robin had graciously asked him to join you guys for lunch. you’d been a bit antsy about it, not sure how much you could lie to him about what you knew. you felt bad for him, after all, he’d lost both his brother and now his girlfriend.

she should’ve stayed the fuck out of your relationship then.

‘kinda i guess.. we weren’t really friends or anything,’ you shrug, brushing him off.

but his eyes don’t move, narrowed and glaring at you, ‘oh.. i thought you two spoke, nancy said you did,’ he continues.

you swallow, trying your hardest not to look nervous although you weren’t sure how well that was working.

‘a few times.. we were in a few classes together,’ giving a small smile, throw him off whatever scent he thinks he’s picked up.

he hums, ‘right.. i always thought it was a little strange.. you never seemed like you liked her,’ beady eyes on you.

‘of course i did- sorry, i don’t understand what you’re trying to say,’ frowning slightly, eternally grateful that robin was the only other person at the table and she wasn’t really paying attention.

‘i’m not saying anything, just trying to make some sense of it all,’ he glowers, dipping his head and finally taking the hint to stop talking.

he was onto you. you knew it. he knew it. actually, what the fuck does he know? nancy sure as hell never spoke about you, especially not in a positive light. you could guarantee that.

the others eventually join you, gossiping about higgins and the apparent horrific state he’d been found in. jonathan’s eyes do not relent. anytime you’d look up, it was a given that he would be staring. it’s like he’s trying to figure you out.

before he walks off to his next class, you pull eddie to the side, under the guise of some maths homework bull shit.

‘jonathan fucking knows,’ you say through gritted teeth, ensuring no one could hear you.

‘what are you talking about?’ he replies, shoving miscellaneous scraps of paper into his bag.

‘he fucking knows eddie,’ you eye the surrounding students, none of them interested in what you were saying.

‘i can guarantee you he doesn’t, how would he?’

‘i don’t know! he was asking me all these.. weird questions about nancy.. can you just trust me on this?’ you hiss, grabbing his sleeve as he turns to walk to his class.

he stops, looking down at you with questioning eyes, ‘you’re sure?’

‘like.. sixty percent.’

he sighs and your grip tightens, holding him in place, ‘that’s not very sure.’

‘i need you to find out what he knows.. please eddie,’ you plead, turning on your pouty face and jutting out your bottom lip.

‘what d’you want me to do? i’m not exactly friends with him.’

you pause for a moment, ‘tomorrow, at steve’s memorial party thing, get him drunk.. give him some of your fucking crack for all i care, i need you to find out,’ batting your wide eyes at him.

‘i don’t sell crack for starters..’ he exhales, ‘but fine.. i’ll try and get him to talk.’

the hallways had emptied at this point and you were late for your class, but you’d gotten what you wanted. without using plan b of a blowie everyday, thank god.

‘thank you,’ you breathe, releasing your grip on his hoodie sleeve, starting to slink off before he can say anything else.

the sicky feeling in your stomach only worsens, knowing what was inevitably had to come next.

[i-heart-slashers]

Birthday prompt with Ghostface (Like actually the ghostface not like Stu or Billy. So leave it up to speculation who it is) “Sweetheart…where are you hiding? I know you’re here. Come out, come out, wherever you are. I’ll find you anyways, I can hear your breathing.” + “~Found you~”

“Sweetheart…where are you hiding? I know you’re here. Come out, come out, wherever you are. I’ll find you anyways, I can hear your breathing.” + “~Found you~”

Pairings: Ghostface x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): stalking. obsession. manhandling. dark themes. mentions of murder and brutality.

It started with phone calls like the ones other people at school had been getting. Only they'd be found dead not long after— all murdered in the most brutal ways possible... but not you.

For some reason, you hadn't been hunted down and gutted like that one cheerleader a few weeks ago.

You've been on edge since that very first phone call, but since nothing has come of it, you're starting to wonder if it was just some sick prank from the guys at school.

So, sitting on your couch with a bowl of popcorn, you let yourself relax for the first time in weeks, and suddenly, as if on some morbid cue, the phone rings.

The ringing is continuous as you freeze mid-chew.

You get up from the couch hesitantly, your feet shuffling over the cold floor. You press your ear against the phone as you answer it, and your heart clenches, hearing a voice like gravel speak on the other end.

"You know... I've missed this baby doll ..." the voice drawls; it's him. So... I think tonight is the night. Don't you?" he teases, and you gasp in horror, dropping the bowl of popcorn.

"It's about time I came inside and saw my girl face to face. You do look stunning in red," he taunts as you look down at the red pajamas you had changed into for your movie.

Then you realize... he can see you.

Holding the phone in your hand, you rush around, locking windows and doors, trying to keep yourself safe. You hear the voice laughing huskily as the phone call continues, but you pay it no mind.

As you go upstairs to hide, a window smashes downstairs and echoes through both the house and the phone. With horror, you realize he's here, and now he's in the house.

Rushing into your room, you hide in your closet, closing the door and shuffling to the back. Just as you were about to call the police, a voice croons through the phone.

"Sweetheart…where are you hiding? I know you're here. Come out, come out, wherever you are. I'll find you anyways, I can hear your breathing." he says with a sultry tone as you hear his heavy footsteps over the phone.

Shit.

You forgot you were on a call with him. Pressing the end call button, you try to dial 911, but no dial tone greets you. "No, no.." you whisper, figuring he'd cut the phone line.

You kept in a scream of frustration and fear as you put the now useless phone down in search of something that could help you, but unless you were going to try and fight a killer with clothes and shoes, you were out of luck.

With every door slamming open, your stomach clenched, and you heard his taunts get closer and closer. Mocking words rang through the house of how he was not going to kill you, but your 'fun' was just beginning.

Only a few minutes after your door is kicked open, you realize things have gone deathly silent, with no taunts or boot steps. Holding a hand over your mouth, you listen, but you can only hear your heart beating wildly.

The closet door is ripped open as a white-masked figure springs towards you, knife in hand.

“~Found you~”

[snakegorl212006]

Stalker tango (intro)

Screams full the room as blood spilled the floor well that's how it was before it was occupied by deathly silence. "I don't get why boss only sent us to kill those who broke these simplistic rules. Can't he just sent us just for the thrills" a voice spoke "you know better to questioned this ace. Unless you want to join them too" the others said as he checked down the building to see if the cops showed up "I'm just saying deuce, i think i want to have more fun crashing parties if riddle said to go loose instead of waiting to the end of cater's message to the party. The door swings open startling the two men only to relax as familiar faces showed up though the door "quite the mess" riddle said as his he walks to the two guys with trey and cater right behind "security footage has been deleted and there's no one here alive at least" cater said as he looked though the murder "gonna keep that" tray asked as he looks over his sholder. "Yep I'd say this is a good one" cater smiled then flashing blue and red lights were spotted thought the distance "i thought they're not coming here "riddle frowns "they're not. They're going somewhere else." Deuce replied "lets go unless you wanna wait for them" ace said. The group left confidently, another spree, no survivors, all rule breakers punished.

----------------------------time skip-----------------------------------------------------------

I awaken in the hospital. Googly eyed as memories hit me like a train. A knock was heard on the door. There opened police officer. He had blue hair and beautiful turquoise eyes. He smiled "good morning (l/N). Im officer spade i came to asked questions pertaining last nights events." Spade said "oh umm… Ok" i nod "did you see any of the killer's face or heard any names" he asked "to be honest. After that weird speech i knocked myself out trying to hide underneath the table. I don't remember much" i replied. He nods and writes it down "i see. I don't want to take too much of your time. You're in need to recover. Maybe I'll see you on different circumstances" spade stated before leaving.

-------------------------------ramshakle:MC’s home----------------------------------------

"Live new at the NRC. District of Heartslabyul experienced a mass murder at the hands of the queen of hearts and her cards. Her blade of 'justice' maybe swift but one came out with their head still attached. There name is not disclosed but they say they're making a full recovery. Seems the queen has graced this one." The news anchor spoke. i turned off the TV and sighed. Just my luck hmm..

Night raven city is a bustling place full of vice and virtue. Yet all of its occupants are under control of groups of psychopathic murderers. You have lived in ramshackle district for years working hard to find freedom and escape the NRC so you can reach the city of the royal swords hoping for a better life. Come to realize, you've become their favorite plaything.

[killacharacterbingo]

Prompt Master List

(Updated as prompts are added)

If any prompts don't make sense check this post: A prompt explained and A prompt explained II

Switching Places

Near-Death Experience

Drowning

Dumb Ways To Die

Blood Loss

Suicide

Your Worst Fear

Sacrifice

Sickness

Lightning

Fire

Hard Choices

Dead On Their Feet

Hero/Villain Swap

Torture

Crossover

Covid

Tomorrow Isn't Promised

Car Accident

Falling

Presumed Dead

Storm-Chasing

Canon Compliant

Never Meet Your Heroes

Stalker

Dictionary Death

Friendly Fire

13th Reasons Why

Musical Death

Survivor's Guilt

Conversation With Death

Collateral Damage

Test Subject

Pulling The Plug

Yandere

Betrayal

One Punch Can Kill

Medical Malpractice

The Blip

Cast It Into The Fire

"I Have The High Ground"

Deactivated

Once Bitten Twice Shy

Bleeding Blue

To Be Or Not To Be

Stabbing

Car Crash

Mugging Gone Wrong

Into The Woods

Death Of The Soul

Dormammu, I’ve Come To Bargain

The Cake Is A Lie

Even Heroes Die

With Great Power 

Sacrificed To The Gods

“Sometimes Death Is Better”

"I Finally Have Something To Leave Behind"

Natural Disaster

Mistaken Identity

Bucketlist 

Ten Years Later

Not So Secret Monologues

180 - The Character Doesn't Die

Final Destination

Raped To Death

Chronic Illness

Outed As A Spy

Bulletproof Vest

Sung To Sleep Forever 

A Soft Epilogue 

Wait For Me In Valhalla 

“I Was Saving My ten” - pain scale

“There’s A Boat Jack” 

Married Life Montage 

“You Have Your Mother’s Eyes” 

Russian Roulette

Guinea Pig

Defenestration

Karma’s A Bitch

Toxic Gas

Murder-Suicide

Famous last words

"Hey, i think we're going to be okay after all!"

"I'll always come back!"

In another's arms

Accident

Revenge

"You can rest now..."

A long time ago

Falls through the Ice

Asthma attack

Shock

Hypothermia

Pushed to the Limit

Commotio Cordis

Death row

Breaking the 4th wall

Wikihow to Die

Time loop

“If I can’t have you…”

Cardiovascular collapse

Allergic reaction

Erased from existence

Dead all along

Dying alone

Gunshot

Blood from the mouth

Patient zero

Old age

Overdose

Fatal Weakness

Assassinated

Infection

Suffocation

One moment stretched into a thousand

Origin story gone wrong

Area 51 raid

Trapped in a tiny space

Poison

Hanahaki / Hanakanjo / Hanauso

Tenshibyou

Kousekibyou

Shinshoubyou

Bouaishoukougun

Hoshinamidabyou

Death by ordinary illness

Hit and run

Starvation

Stroke

War

Cancer

Mercy Killing

Plane crash

Brain death

Fireworks

Death by seduction

Death bed confession

Organ Transplant

Their Legacy Is continued

Bound By Fate

Running out of time

Can’t breathe

Apocalypse

Shot down

Sepsis

Saving Throws – DnD

CPR

Self-harm

Smoke inhalation

Death by coconut

“Help me!”

Climbing accident

Blood-stained tiles

“You weren’t meant to be there”

“I love you”

“No… not like this”

Dug their own grave

Undead

Bees

The AO3 Curse

Deathly kiss

Going through hell

Meeting at the gates

Return from Hiatus

"watch out for the flying blades!"

5+1

Roofie

Left for dead

Strapped to a bomb

Hunger games

Zombification

Order 66

Aneurism

Executed

Lobotomy

Murder on the dance floor

Come to terms with death

“It’s okay”

Keeps dying

Letting go

Coma

Appendicitis

Neuromuscular blockade

Unfriendly pet

Explosion

Aftershock

Takotsubo cardiomyopathy

Faking their own death

Post traumatic amnesia

Schrödinger's paradox

Arbitrary hilarious death

Lack of Oxygen

High altitude

Diving deep

180 - the character becomes the killer

Angel of death

"You're going down with me!”

Never got to say goodbye

Graphic gore

Haunted

Calamity

The end of the world

Immortalized

Uploaded to the server

Reincarnated

Deleted

Sheep in wolves' clothing

Electrocuted

Adrenaline crash

911

Alternate universe ending

Radioactive

Acting on instinct

Collapses

“I miss you…”

Those left behind

Wind phone

Life support

Time Paradox

Temporary character death

Death during childbirth

PTSD

Cannibalism

Nightmares

Life flashing before your eyes

… Needs a hug

Headcanon

Returning home

Internal bleeding

Death of the universe

Empath

Relapse

Last person alive

“Sorry I have already tried and failed at it.”

“I told you so”

Should have seen it coming

Bad Aim

Forgotten

“Kill me instead…”

Warning shot

Canon died a brutal yet Necessary death

On the run

Miscarriage

Not guilty

Knocked over by the wind

Killed by a garden gnome

“Did you fall? Or did you let go…?”

Crushed

Bleeding from the ears

Hallucinogen

[distort-opia]

Has Joker ever flirted with Riddler in comics? Reevesverse riddlejokes got me hyped because they seem lowkey wholesome together, but idk if there's any canon merit to that.

Well. No, and yes? It depends on how you want to look at it, I suppose.

In my eyes they're frenemies with a good amount of tension; I don't ship them, but I think they're a lot of fun to see interact. Joker doesn't always get along with his fellow villains, since he tends to be feared for his cruelty and unpredictability even by other criminals... or simply considered terribly annoying. But he seems to have a kind of villainous competition going with Riddler, at least in earlier years, for the title of Batman's greatest rival. Or rather... Riddler has it with him? Out of the two, it's Edward that seems more interested in proving his superiority, and Joker tends to dismiss him or egg him on just to get on his nerves. Joker generally really enjoys getting on people's nerves.

I ended up going through comics I remembered having more relevant Joker & Riddler interactions in a vaguely chronological manner, to get an idea of it... for my own curiosity and records as well. I'm putting the comic panels and the discussion under the cut, as always.

A relevant and relatively recent Joker & Riddler comic takes place at the end of Bruce's first year as Batman: The War of Jokes and Riddles, otherwise abbreviated as TWOJAR. Riddler realizes that Joker cannot laugh anymore, and endeavours to be the one to solve the why of it. To be the one to make him laugh.

-- Batman (2016) #25

Joker had been directing the puzzle at Batman (as usual), but then Riddler intervenes. And it... doesn't go over well. Joker shoots Riddler and then Batman pretty much leaves him for dead. Joker and Riddler then end up in a war for Gotham, each of them taking over one half of the city and recruiting different allies in a fight that's tearing Gotham apart, and that Bruce is desperate to stop. All along, Joker is not very respectful towards Edward:

-- Batman (2016) #29

In the end, it's more of a Batjokes story, tbh. It's about Joker stopping Bruce from killing Riddler, but not because he cares about Edward -- but because he doesn't want Batman to become a murderer, and thus stop being Batman. Although I guess you could argue Edward ultimately did make Joker laugh. Just not in a way he ever predicted. He pissed Bruce off so much he attempted murder (an utterly hilarious ongoing theme, Bruce seems to be deathly annoyed by Edward in particular, so many times).

But they don't seem to hold that much of a grudge, going forward :)) Such is life when you're a supervillain, I guess. Later on, somewhere around the beginning of Tim's time as Robin, Edward calls Joker first to brag about teaming up with Batman:

-- Batman: Run, Riddler, Run

They also have the same "frenemies who take shots at each other" vibe in a flashback to the earlier years:

-- Batman (2016) #90

Then they seem to be getting along in the same vein, in a story that takes place immediately after the earthquake that hit Gotham in Batman: Cataclysm:

-- Arkham Asylum: Tales of Madness

Really do recommend this little comic, it's got especially fun interactions between Joker, Riddler, Scarecrow and Killer Croc, with Joker as the ringleader (which tends to happen more often than not).

Then there's Riddler's oneshot in Joker's Asylum, a series of stories told from Joker's perspective about multiple Gotham Rogues -- which is actually pretty great and I do recommend it overall (Joker breaking the fourth wall, my beloved). We don't really get interactions between Joker and Riddler, or at least not direct ones. As Joker tells the story of Edward falling in love with a woman as with a riddle he needs to solve, and then getting depressed when he's rejected, there's one villain that shows up at his door...

-- Joker's Asylum II: The Riddler

Joker makes who the visitor was a mystery, but it's most likely him (or Riddler himself, but look, I personally think Joker was the visitor and Riddler himself tipped off the police later due to his compulsion to leave clues). And so, seeing as it's probably Joker, "Want me to snap your neck?" and "That a promise?" is really endearing to me. On the whole, it's an interesting story, since it's a window into how Joker views Riddler as much as it is a story about Edward.

Then there's this absolute gem of an interaction that takes place sometime after No Man's Land concludes:

-- Justice Leagues: Justice League of Arkham (2001)

Bruce hosing them down like two misbehaving cats is utterly hilarious. I love it. And seeing as Joker's very definition of flirting is pissing people off, I'd say that this qualifies.

[sigh] Chronologically then there's... the Hush Returns storyline from Gotham Knights #50-55, but I'm pretty sure it isn't canon. If it was, Joker's name and history should've been known to everyone a long time ago -- and it wasn't, clearly. Basically, in this story, Riddler apparently witnessed how the murder of Joker's wife happened, and he has the name of the man responsible; he's got something Joker wants, and so Joker protects him from Hush, who's after Riddler. Yeah, that's right, it's making The Killing Joke fully canon, but by having Joker remember everything perfectly. Hate it. Skip.

The rivalry vibe does continue, though, if this is any indication (yes, that's Edward, and yes, it is confusing):

-- Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #189

And during Battle for the Cowl, later on, there's this:

-- Batman: Battle for the Cowl -- The Underground

"Dear God, let the Joker not be right behind me." Lmao. Wonder how many people get this train of thought a day in Gotham.

And well, Joker certainly seems to be trying to get on Edward's good side so he can be part of his scheme in Death of the Family, in the New 52:

-- Batman (2011) #15

Love the "you keep his sword nice and sharp" metaphor from Joker. Not an euphemism at all, no sir. Still, since Joker did choose Edward as one of the four most important villains to Batman, there's truth in what he's saying; he does respect what function Riddler serves. However... it's once again quite obvious that it's all about Batman to him, much like in TWOJAR.

And well, since then, there's been this tidbit in Batman: Preludes to the Wedding -- Batgirl vs. Riddler:

Tbh, the idea of Joker tying Edward to a chair and complaining about how he wasn't invited to Batman's wedding while Edward's having his whole life flash before his eyes is quite funny. But obviously, Joker knew what he was doing by dropping that word, since it did get Edward to attack and stir up trouble, which is what Joker orchestrated thorought the whole volume (or "kicked up hornets' nests", to quote Dick).

I guess, to conclude, Joker and Riddler had an ongoing rivalry for a while, with more lighthearted banter here and there. Joker does respect Edward and his intellect to a degree, enough to both fight him and recruit him; however, at the end of the day Joker doesn't see anyone as more important or intelligent than himself. He views only Batman as an equal. And the competition for Batman's attention is more what Edward cared about, but even he's clearly scared by Joker and defers to him in different stories. And that's just healthy survival instincts, honestly.

I do want to say these are comics I can personally think of. I did not include Elseworlds, or comics not in continuity like Azzarello's The Joker because I hate it; also, it's Clayface in Batman (2016) #75 and #81, not Joker, so I didn't include those issues either. But there's certainly other interactions out there, and if anyone wants to add to this, please do! Hope you had fun going through these, Anon. And that they're allowing you to make an idea for yourself of Joker and Riddler's vibes in comics.

[ancientcraftnoccultism]

🌿 Herb Of The Day

Title: Aconite

Gender: Feminine

Element: Water

Planet: Saturn

Please note that I am provided this information on the understanding that nobody would be bloody daft enough to use it. It is of purely historical interest.

"But I think I’m a pretty sensible, safe person. Can I use aconite?"

No.

Seriously, just don’t. IF you are working in close consultation with a trained herbalist or doctor, and IF you are extremely experienced yourself, then you MIGHT be able to try making a flying ointment. However, I strongly recommend against using any form of aconite in order to do so, because its lethal dose is so, so low and there are many safer plants and fungi that could be used as ingredients by a skilled herbalist.

📜 Folklore & History 📜

Not by chance it is called a ‘queen of poisons’ and ‘plant arsenic’ – in reference to arsenic, the ‘king of poisons’. A distinction sometimes found, concerns the names monkshood and wolfsbane. Some consider the white or yellow-flowered species Aconitum lycoctonum the true wolfsbane, whereas the blue flowering Monkshood (Aconitum napellus) is probably the better known of the two species. The latter is found in medieval monastery gardens. The two species contain different poisons, however similar – and both lethal – in effect.

The Greek word akónitos is composed of ak = pointed and kônos = cone, an akon being a dart or javelin, which is perhaps a reference to the plant’s use as arrow poison. Theophrastus suggests, the name is derived from the town of Aconæ (thought to be located near Karadeniz Ereğli in Turkey). It may also have been named after mount Akonitos in Pontus.

According to legend, it was near this mountain in Pontus, where the plant grew from the spittle of Cerberus, the three-headed hound of Hades, when folk hero Heracles drew up the beast from its infernal abode. Homer (800 bc) gives the first account of this myth in the Illiad. Eight centuries later Ovid embellishes the story in Metamorphoses VII, where Scythian sorceress Medea attempts to poison Theseus with aconite. Aconite features also in Metamorphoses VI: Athena sprinkles Arachne with aconite, upon which she is transformed into a spider (VI, 129ff.).

Besides, the legend surrounding Cerberus dates back to the time of Hesiod (800-700 bc), who describes the creature as a fifty-headed do and being the offspring of Typhon and Echidna. Typhon is refered to as birther of storm winds and father of all monsters and was viewed as the largest and most deadly of all creatures, whereas Echidna was envisioned as a monstrous viper and mother of all monsters. Their ‘poisonous’ blood flows in the veins of Cerberus and inside the vessels of the plant that rose from his saliva.

Aconite is also named hecateis, after the goddess Hecate. Hecate is an ancient Greek goddess of witchcraft, associated with crossroads, gateways, knowledge of herbs and poisonous plants, the souls of the dead/ necromancy and shape-shifting. In this latter aspect she is called upon as Lycania. Aconite is also thought to have been used by Thessalonian witches in hallucinogenic flying ointments.

The Berserkers, an infamous Germanic tribe, reportedly consumed Aconite in order to transform into ‘werewolves’. Aconite is said to cause a sensation on the skin of wearing a fur-coat or feathers and may induce hallucinations of transforming into different kinds of animals. Indo-European culture holds the name Luppewurz, from old German luppi = deathly juice/poison/spell, and similar to Latin lupus = wolf. The Greek byname lycoctonum means wolf-killer, possibly referring to the plant’s use in poisoned wolf baits. Hence the plant is also known as Wolfsbane in modern English language.

The most poisonous herb of Europe, aconite has a long history in poison murder. Pliny reports of Calpurnius Bestia, who killed his wives in sleep by touching their genitalia with his finger, which were smeared with aconite root extracts. According to Pliny aconite was hence also known as thelyphonon = ‘female-bane’ or ‘woman killer’. (Aconite brought in contact with the mucuouse menbranes of female genitalia would indeed cause instant death!) Pliny suggest yet another name for aconite, scorpio, was based on the curved shape of the root, which was thought to resemble a scorpion’s tail. Another example for poisoning with aconite features the, perhaps, most famous suicide of all times: Cleopatra, pressed for time, may have killed herself with the help of a poisonous cocktail containing aconite, poison hemlock and opium poppy rather than the bite of a cobra.

Aconite was sacred to Thor, the Norse god of thunderstorms and lightning. In German this connection is reflected in various folk names given to the plant, such as Sturmhut and Thor’s hat. Other popular German names are Eisenhut = helmet, and Mönchshut = monk’s hood. But there is also an erotic side the aconite, as is suggested by names such as Venuskutschen and Venuswagen = ‘wagon of Venus’. Here we have a contrast to the male and martial names and attributes, suggesting female and aphrodisiac qualities. However, the names are often simply based on various interpretations of the shape of the flowers. Related to the plant’s poisonous effects are names such as Würgling, indicating death through asphyxiation, and Ziegentod, referring to the deaths of goats that accidentally ate the plant.

Aconite has been used as an arrow poison in hunting and warfare. Arrow heads were dressed with aconite as well as the shafts, so that an enemy, who drew the arrow from the body of a wounded comrade, would be poisoned too. In India, aconite was mixed with other poisons and applied to arrowheads, so that the targets would rave mad and poison more people by biting them. Aconite’s use as an early biological war weapon extends also to poisoning the enemy’s water and food resources, e.g. the Romans used it as such. Roman Emperor Claudius died of aconite poisoning in year 54.

🔮 Metaphysical Properties

It is used in spells related to protection and invisibility. An infusion of aconite can be sprinkled on ritual items during rituals to charge them with protective energy and the roots and leaves can be burned in a ritual fire for the same purpose. Use caution not to ingest or inhale the fumes!

🍴⚕️ Medicinal & Culinary

Various species of Aconitum have been used for centuries both as poisons and medicines. The root is the most toxic plant part, although all parts are considered to be toxic. Extracts of Aconitum species have been given orally in traditional medicine to reduce fever associated with colds, pneumonia, laryngitis, croup, and asthma; for pain, inflammation, and high blood pressure; as a diuretic; to cause sweating; to slow heart rate; and for sedation. In traditional Asian medicine, root extracts are typically mixed with licorice or ginger. Extracts also have been used as arrow poisons. Historically, aconite was most commonly used in Western cultures as a tincture. It was applied topically as a counterirritant liniment for neuralgia, rheumatism, and sciatica. In homeopathy, aconite is used to treat fear, anxiety, and restlessness; acute sudden fever; symptoms from exposure to dry, cold weather or very hot weather; tingling, coldness, and numbness; influenza or colds with congestion; and heavy, pulsating headaches.

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️

Do not use aconite. Aconite root is UNSAFE when taken by mouth. All species of the plant are dangerous, and so are processed products. Aconite contains a strong, fast-acting poison that causes severe side effects such as nausea, vomiting, weakness or inability to move, sweating, breathing problems, heart problems, and death. Some people use aconite in a cream or lotion that is applied to the skin. This practice is also dangerous. The poisons in aconite can be absorbed through the skin, causing severe side effects.

[kumoofthemaken]

@voidedspirit asked the prince:

🌟: Do they consider themselves a good person?

Morality meme

[Absolutely not. :') ]

[Kumo is a murderer. Even if he still did everything he possibly could to reduce the number of casualties, he served twelve years under the Earl Tyrant, the previous visage of Chaos. Tyrant caught on very quickly that Kumo is a person of strong morals, and naturally sought to break them. His role was that of an assassin, sent out mostly to strike down high-value targets. Following an incident where he helped his target escape, Tyrant punished him severely by tasking him with removing the settlements of dissenters, under supervision by Gaudium agents. The damage caused would be verified, and the punishment for refusal or inability to carry out his tasks would only result in even more people dying (as well as his own torture, since his immortality was known to the avatar of Chaos). Over the years, his brutal efficiency as well as the Mist phenomenon accompanying his killings would see him earn the moniker of the "Pale Phantom of Gaudium". Notably, nobody who saw his face ever survived to tell the tale - at least, officially.]

[Kumo, as the Unlimited embodiment of Salvation, still struggles to process this and has relegated some of his feelings to a specific mindset he only enters when killing becomes unavoidable. This was the only way to prevent the bond between him and Tiamat from snapping, due to the killing of innocents shattering his purpose. An Unlimited's purpose can be understood as the core principle guiding their actions, the paradigm upon which their pact hinges. In Kumo's case, his role as Salvation means he is required, both on the basis of his own morality and Tiamat's as the dragon goddess of the straight line of life, to avoid causing harm to those that do not actively cause harm themselves. The sole fact of being in Tyrant's service and being forced to commit heinous acts came close to destroying him, but ultimately made him evolve into an entitiy capable of pure, cold and calculating logic under duress. A part of the reason he does not wish to mentor anyone in his swordsmanship is because he is deathly afraid of the person being forced to use their skills for evil, just as he had been.]

[As to how Kumo views himself, he will not lie about his past and will own up to his crimes. The reality of being a killer clashes largely with his kind and gentle persona, which means he will act far more cold and reserved towards those that do know the truth. Beneath his mask of stoicism, the White Cloud writhes in guilt perpetually, feeling obligated to mourn on behalf of all those that will never even know their loved ones are gone. He also currently sees himself as unfit to rule, a mindset he will eventually overcome to fulfil his end goal of assuming the role of the King of Wonderland.]

[dangermousie]

This was pretty epic! He finally nerves himself to off her, so he sends her to clean the windows outside, presumably planning to shove her off...

But then she’s startled and trips and falls on her own and grabs on and...

He pulls her back up! Even tho all he had to do was let go, he didn’t even have to shove. Oh Tahir, Tahir, you are NEVER gonna be able to murder her, dude!

Gibbering here! You are in so deep! (Not in the way you probably wanna be hahhah sorry not sorry)

I saw this and went “omg he is gonna actually help her escape the country instead of killing her per orders and he’s concerned how she will survive elsewhere omg”

And yup, I was right!!!!

And his underlings are all wtf you will be in trouble, we can kill her for you, you won’t have to dirty your hands and he’s all nope.

But when he goes to give them the passports, he sees her with commissioner’s family and realizes she lied about knowing the commissioner and is all “aha! Now I can kill you with a clear conscience!” He’s almost relieved to be back to baseline but GL, dude!

Meanwhile she’s home but is awakened when her son is deathly ill...

So as he enters her home with a gun with a silencer (clearly you thought it super well, silencer or not killing a woman in her bed next to her kid is not gonna be suspicious and the kid won’t tell about dudes he met and describe etc. You are not blessed by brains. You couldn’t arrange a hit and run? But then he’s running on impulse because his brain has been scrambled by her.)

Only to be confronted with his target, carrying her unconscious child and his first instinct is not to shoot but to hide the gun...even tho this is totally against his supposed goal.

And she begs for help, too distraught to even wonder why he’s in her house in the middle of the night?

Does he kill her? Hahahhahaha I’ve seen the preview for next ep, Mr Killer rushes her and the kid to the hospital and watches over them anxiously. YOU ARE NEVER GONNA BE ABLE TO MURDER HER, TAHIR!

[dragon-in-the-watery-bowl]

First Blood

With this fic, the Ghost AU's THH's Chapter 1 is finally finished.

Warning: LONG, and Danganronpa-typical violence.

The first thing he saw after he recovered his consciousness was the ceiling of the gymnasium, and the first person he saw was Aoi, asking him if he was ok.

The image of Sayaka's body thrown on his room's bathroom, deathly pale and with her blood coating the entire place, a knife stabbed right on her stomach, had seared right into his mind, and his classmates confirming that she was dead just sent him right to a spiral of guilt and rage.

He was sure that Monokuma, the mastermind behind their imprisonment, had killed her, and then, when the body was found, he forced them to come here to rub it on their faces.

After all, it was better than to think that one of them had killed her in cold blood.

A dark thought that Monokuma sadly confirmed to be true.

"You were naive for thinking that none of your classmates would be willing to kill"

He had to use all his willpower to avoid flinching after he heard that voice, before looking at his side and getting face-to-face with the ghost that had been stuck to him since he found himself trapped inside this place, Utsuro.

"Well, it makes sense after all, you've never seen Monokuma, of course you wouldn't know how both their mind and their killing games works"

His words had really irritated him. The girl he loved was found dead in his bathroom, and the only thing he had to say to him was that he was dumb for thinking that the person who trapped them here wasn't her killer.

He really wanted to scream at him, but he was now accompanied by the others and, even if they were distracted by Monokuma's ramblings, him starting to scream at someone who wasn't there would look suspicious.

So he decided to whisper to him very angrily

"Do you have something better to do than to call me an idiot for thinking that the person that has left us trapped here killed Maizono?"

"Actually, yes" His answer was so matter-of-fact that it surprised the anger out of him for a moment "I was going to tell you that the mastermind is about to explain to all of you about the Class Trials"

"Class Trials?" He couldn't help but to repeat.

"Yeah. Do you remember the sixth rule for the killing game?"

He nodded. He still remembered the rules that were written on his, and everyone's, handbooks, and he still remembered that specific rule:

"Anyone who kills a fellow student and becomes the 'blackened' will graduate, unless they are discovered"

Utsuro kept his gaze fixated on him for a moment after he answered him, a moment that he felt pretty uncomfortable thanks to the lack of emotion in his expression, before he stopped looking at him in favor of looking straight ahead.

"The first thing you have to know is that this rule is the reason why the Class Trials exist"

"What?" He could hear Monokuma's voice in the room also talking about these 'Class Trials', but at this point, he was just background noise against Utsuro's voice "Why?"

The ghost sighed, clearly not wanting to explain it with Monokuma already explaining it to his classmates, but he looked like he didn't had the desire to argue about it and started talking "Monokuma told all of you that, if you kill someone, you will escape, but that was just an half-truth. For the 'graduation' to be considered valid, the one who killed Sayaka Maizono has to make sure that the rest of you don't discover them"

He took a fast look to his classmates, all of them fixated on what Monokuma was saying, confused expressions on their faces, before going back with Utsuro "Why we have to find out who killed her? Why can't he just say it and be over with this?"

"Because this is how their game works" His voice was still flat and emotionless, but he was sure that he could hear something under that emptiness "They want all of you to fight for your lives, to see if you'll be able to find the clues needed to piece together how the murder happened, and what outcome will happen from your decisions: The murderer being 'rightfully' punished for their crime, or they escaping while the rest of you are punished in their place"

"W-what do you mean by 'punished'?" His comments about 'having to fight for their lives' already sent a dreadful feeling in his gut, already putting an horrifying answer in his mind before Utsuro confirmed it.

"Execution" The world felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had been thrown on him, horror creeping all over his mind and being reflected on his face "No matter what you do, someone will die by the end of this, and you're going to make sure that that person isn't you"

Once Utsuro finished talking to him, he went to look back to Monokuma, who was finishing telling everyone else about what Utsuro already told him.

Everyone was naturally horrified by it, the true nature of the killing game finally dawning on them.

But only one of them truly raised her voice against him.

"W-wait, hold on a second! You're freaking insane, you know that!?"

Junko started arguing against the trial, angering Monokuma into attacking her, but his slow movements made it easy for her to restrain him with a stomp on his face.

But she didn't realized that stomping on Monokuma was a mistake until she found herself stabbed by a obscene amount of spears, killing her instantaneously.

And it was clear that he did it just to teach them a lesson:

That they couldn't fight against them.

The last thing he did before leaving them with Junko's dead body was giving them a file book detailing everything about Sayaka's death, to be used as a clue to discover her killer, before dissappearing once again.

With the gruesome image of the dead Junko right in front of them, and the awful truth of one of them having killed Sayaka, everyone was horribly tense and paranoid.

Thats it, everyone except two people.

Utsuro, who was looking at Junko's dead body with a unreadable expression.

And Kyoko, who immediately rallied everyone into starting the investigation for Sayaka's death.

Because it was the only thing they could do now.

And, even if he didn't liked that idea, he wanted to know why Sayaka ended up dying.

With Mondo and Sakura agreeing to guard the crime scene, everyone started to move to where her body was left.

Unfortunately, they all did it under the belief he killed her.

Because her body was found on his room.

Once almost everyone left the gym, with only Chihiro and Yasuhiro still in the room, he couldn't help but to scream in frustration.

"Why do they have to suspect me!?"

Utsuro's form started to float around the edge of his vision, before floating motionlessly right at his side "If it makes you happy, I know you're not her killer"

"That's just because you're literally unable to leave my side" He couldn't help but to sigh in defeat "And I'm sure that the testimony of a ghost that no one else can see wouldn't be accepted"

He took a look at the file in his hand, detailing everything about how and when Sayaka died. He had to find her murderer, no matter if the others thought that he was the culprit. It was, after all, the only thing he could do for her right now.

"I... should be going, right Utsuro? I..." He took a deep breath and then exhaled. The pain and anguish he felt when he realized she was dead was retuning, but he now couldn't dwell on them. He had to be strong for now "I have to find who killed Maizono"

The ghost just nodded before following him when he left the gym, reading the file in his way towards his room, discovering in the process that the knife in her stomach wasn't her only injury, with the file detailing how her right wrist had been broken.

Once he arrived to the rooms and was about ready to open the door, Utsuro stopped him.

With a movement of his hands, he guided his eyes towards the door's nameplate.

And in that moment he realized that it had been changed with the one in Sayaka's room.

---

He really didn't expected that Junko would just kill her own sister like that.

The moment Mukuro, disguised as her sister, started to argue against Monokuma about the Class Trial rules, he immediately noticed how fake her arguments were.

It was clear that they had rehearsed a script about fake rebellion and punishment to use once their killing game started.

But once they went and started playing it, Junko decided to change the script on the fly, ending the life of Mukuro in place of the, possible original, idea of 'trapping' her in the depths of the school, as she said through the Monokuma doll before she killed her, judging by Mukuro's betrayed expression frozen in her face right before she died.

And he couldn't understand why she did that.

The idea of killing Akane didn't crossed his mind until the end of their killing game, when her love for their classm-victims overpowered her loyalty to him, and threatened to ruin their mission, but Mukuro looked like she was still loyally following all of Junko's whims, so why she decided to kill her all of the sudden?

It was clear for him that he, once again, was unable to truly understand neither Junko Enoshima nor her depraved love of Despair.

Once Makoto had seen the changed plates and got inside his room, he started to inspect the broken-down room, mentally writing down all the signs of the fight Sayaka and her would-be-victim, and eventual murderer, had apparently had in the room, and Kyoko's discovery of the murderer having cleaned the entire room of any possible fallen hairs that could incriminate them of their crime, for him to use once the trial started.

And with the others already assuming he was the killer based on flimsy evidence, these clues were the only thing he could use to prove his innocence and make sure they don't end up killing themselves by making the wrong vote.

With the ruined room already fully explored, Makoto then moved towards the bathroom, where her body was, left to rot.

Sayaka's body was still in the same position it was when it was first found, propped against the wall, covered by her own blood, all of it coming from the knife stabbed on her abdomen.

Once he saw her body, Makoto's face changed into a expression of sorrow and guilt, but he didn't really cared.

He was more interested on discovering how she was killed.

And to see what her last message, written on the wall with her blood, said, even though he already had an idea of what it said.

Having already looked at the fatal wound before, he decided to look instead at the broken wrist.

He, and Makoto, immediately noticed that the injury was covered in golden flakes. The murderer probably hit her with the fake sword in a attempt to disarm her during their scuffle.

And, if he was right about who was the murderer, breaking her wrist like that wouldn't had been hard for them.

Soon after looking at her hands, Makoto then noticed the message that Sayaka wrote, and moved her body to see the complete message, also giving him a clear view of the message.

Like he thought, she had wrote 'LEON' upside down, implying that the baseball player was her victim-turned-killer.

But Makoto didn't understood her message.

He thought she had wrote a string of numbers, and Kyoko, who had clearly also understood the truth behind the message, didn't told him anything, changing the subject of their conversation towards the doorknob of the bathroom's door, that had been almost completely unscrewed.

With this room's door getting stuck and the nameplates having been changed, Leon probably thought that the door was simply locked down and tried to open the door by force, just to get to Sayaka.

Once their conversation had finished, Kyoko left, with Makoto doing the same soon after, before stopping right on the door, in deep thought.

"What are you thinking about, Makoto Naegi?"

"Huh?!" He flinched a bit, clearly not expecting to hear his voice, before composing himself and answer him "I was thinking about what to look now. Not only I have to find from where the knife Maizono was stabbed came from, but also I should take a look at the video Monokuma made for her, to see what made her react so badly..."

He stayed quiet for a moment, before finishing "...and I still have to know what her dying message means"

"Oh, the 'numbers'" He maybe said the last word with a bit too much intensity, because Makoto immediately perked up after he said that.

"Wait, do you know what her message means?"

He looked at him with a flatter expression than usual, completely unamused at his eagerness to get all the clues already feeded to him, before answering him "Even if I didn't knew it, I wouldn't tell you. You should be finding out that by yourself"

His expression immediately fell in disappointment. He shouldn't tell him anything, but...

"I can give you a clue about it, but only one, you'll have to find the rest by yourself" Makoto looked back to him, more warily this time "The latin alphabet"

"Like, the alphabet that is used on english class?"

"Yeah" Makoto was clearly confused, trying to figure out how a foreign alphabet could help him with decipher what he thought it was a numeric clue.

He sighed "Better go to the kitchen now" At the comment, the luckster snapped his head towards him, still in confusion "Sayaka Maizono was killed with a knife. You should look to see if the knife came from there"

With his face glowing in realization, he followed his suggestion to take a look at the knives the the building's kitchen, but not before he went to Sayaka's room to retrieve her DVD, who they found thrown in the trash the night before.

Once they arrived to the kitchen, they saw that one of the knives was gone, with Aoi, who had decided to spend the investigation period trying to relax on the dining room, helpfully telling them that the knife had disappeared during the evening.

Sayaka probably went to grab the knife before she suggested to Makoto the room swap, clearly having done it to kill Leon in his room and frame him from the crime, thinking that it would be enough to escape from the game.

With the murder weapon's origin secured, Makoto then decided to go and take a look at the trash room, having deduced that, with Leon having meticulously cleaned his room of any hair, he would also have went to get rid of any clothing item on his person that it could be stained with her blood, and with the help of the Dojinshi Creator, who had the keys for opening the gate that separated the students from the incinerator, clearly a way for Junko to make sure evidence couldn't be destroyed easily, he got inside and stated to look for more clues.

Clues that he ended up finding.

The incinerator being mysteriously on, a broken down crystal ball under the incinerator's controls, and a burned out sleeve covered in blood.

With Makoto going to talk with the clairvoyant, Yasuhiro, his name probably was, about the broken ball being his, and he not only confirming it, but also telling him that he had lost it the day before, the ghost finally got a cohesive final image of the crime.

Sayaka, after seeing her motive video, decided to hatch a plan where she killed Leon and framed Makoto from it, convincing him to change rooms for the night to use his room as the crime scene, only for Leon to attack her in turn and kill her when she tried to hide in the bathroom.

Once realizing what he had done, he decided to hide his involvement on the crime, by first cleaning any possible hairs in the room with the lint roller, and then throwing his blood-soaked shirt to the incinerator, only to find out that there was a metal gate in between him and it, but then he found Yasuhiro's crystal ball, and had an idea.

With him being a natural-born baseball player, he just had to throw the crystal ball to the controls to activate the incinerator, and then throw the shirt to the raging inferno inside, before going back to his room and act like nothing happened.

Now, the last piece of evidence that Makoto had to see was Sayaka's motive video, so he immediately went to the A/V room to see it.

He wasn't interested on seeing the video again, having already seen it when Sayaka first saw it, so he just waited for Makoto to see it.

Once the video was finished, Makoto just stood there in confusion and horror, not understanding how Junko was able to get her hands on Sayaka's bandmates, a feeling he could understand.

After all, Makoto, alongside his classmates, had lost their memories of the Tragedy. He probably couldn't remember the chaos that was happening outside this building.

The sound of the monitor in the room turning on broke him out of his stupor, just in time to hear Junko's message about where the elevator to the trial room was.

Makoto immediately got off the chair he was and started walking towards where the elevator was, him following him close behind.

When he crossed the red doors, he found himself face-to-face with his classmates, the majority of them still believing him to be the culprit behind the case, before everyone jumped to the elevator and the Class Trial could start at his earnest.

While the elevator went down towards the trial room, he took a look towards Makoto. He was nervous, but determined, Kyoko's pep-talk to him before climbing to the elevator clearly being repeated on his mind.

He couldn't wait to see how he would find the truth of this case.

---

The trial grounds were a massive room covered head to toe in curtains, doors, and garish colors, and in its center, a row of podiums situated in such a way that they were in a circle, one of their names etched on each seat, marking who went where. The entire thing made the room look like a grotesque parody of a courtroom.

And, from what he had seen, and heard, from the mastermind, probably it was done like that on purpose.

Once everyone was on their seats, and Monokuma explained to them again about the class trial rules, the trial for Sayaka's murder officially started.

It took a while, but, with Kyoko reining back the others every time they wanted to get done with the trial and erroneously vote him as the culprit, he was able to prove his innocence with the help of the cleaned up floor and the broken doorknob, alongside Aoi and Sakura's confirming to the others that he wasn't in the kitchen, where the murder weapon was taken from, by the time of the murder.

Hell, he was even able to solve Sayaka's dying message pretty easily once Kyoko told them that those 'numbers' were letters all along, making him remember of Utsuro's strange clue about the 'Latin alphabet', and finally making him realize that the last thing she wrote was the name of her murderer upside-down.

But, at the same time, the longer the trial went, the more the clues were piling up that Sayaka wasn't as innocent as he thought.

After seeing the video Monokuma did for her, she broke down worse than he thought, to the point that she decided to commit a murder and pin the blame of it on him.

That was the true reason why she asked him for the room swap.

But her intended victim, Leon, was stronger than she thought, and was able to disarm her and kill her, but not before she was able to leave a last message, written in her blood, implicating him.

He didn't really knew why he had killed her after she hid on the bathroom, but, once she was dead, he tried to get rid of the bloodstains in his shirt, but once he saw Yasuhiro's 'crystal' ball, he decided to use it, alongside his talent with baseball, to burn the shirt in the incinerator without having to search the keys to open the gate.

He couldn't help but to be horrified by her betrayal, casting doubts on his mind about how genuine her feelings for him were, but at the same time, his hatred towards Monokuma, towards the mastermind behind all of this, became stronger, knowing that if they didn't gave her that video, none of this would have happened.

But the nightmares of that day weren't over.

Now that they had correctly voted Leon as her murderer, his own death was now unavoidable.

With the sound of a door opening and a chain clamping around his neck, Leon was dragged kicking and screaming towards a post and, once he was restrained from head to toe, a massive metal gate closed in between him and them, making it impossible for them to get him out.

"I would advise you to look away" He could hear Utsuro's voice in the distance, but his horror left him completely paralyzed, stuck into looking how a pitching machine activated in front of the bound Leon.

His last moments were spent in pain and agony, screaming while his body was pulverized by the high-speeds baseballs being launched against his body, until he was given the mercy of death by a uncountable amount of baseballs being launched, and destroying, his head.

When the metal gate was opened, the only witness of this massacre that wasn't completely horrified and disgusted by it was Utsuro, who was looking at Leon's mangled body with his perpetually blank expression.

Why he was so calm even after seeing such horrors?

Maybe... he had seen something like that before?

But before he could continue with that train of thought, the despicable bear opened his mouth again and, after again deflecting his guilt on their suffering, he left the room, leaving them behind to process the horrors they just saw.

Then is when Kyoko took him aside to talk to him.

She wanted to talk to him about her last message.

And about how she was certain she left it to save him from her plan to frame him before her own death.

With everything he had discovered about her, he found it hard to believe her words, but he knew that she was trying to cheer him up, knowing how her betrayal and death had impacted him.

But, even with his trust towards Sayaka being broken so horrifyingly, there was one thing he was still completely sure.

He couldn't really blame her, nor Leon, for what happened that day, because it was all Monokuma's fault everything went so horribly wrong.

If he didn't gave them those videos, Sayaka wouldn't had thought about killing Leon to escape, and if she didn't had thought that, Leon wouldn't had killed her in turn.

He would do everything to find, and stop, the one behind this killing game, for his three classmates, his three friends, who died because of their sick desire to see them in despair.

And make sure that this fate wouldn't befall anyone else.

[sissa-arrows]

The video is a song named “17 octobre” by the rapper Medine (Algerian born and raised in France) the song is about the massacre of October 17 1961. Over 200 Algerians were killed and drowned by the police during a peaceful protest.

Translation:

Algiers, capital city, at the beginning of the sixties

The pieds-noirs (1) leave the ship, the colonizers kill the rats (2)

1961, summer time, it’s the Algerian war and its festival

And its share of discriminations, of tortures, of abuses from a whole bunch of bastards.

A few degrees north of the equator

I leave French Algeria, with a heartache

This is my story, Ahmed son of Mohamed

My body gangrenous from the misery in North Africa

By the murders on curfew nights (3)

By my fear of French soldiers shooting us

Open your sails small freeing liner

Take me to country of employers

Far from the Arab unemployment of Algiers (4)

Far from those who turn our mosques into churches

Basilica of Notre Dame D’Afrique move away from my sight when the tissues are waved

Shedding a tear in the Mediterranean

A drop of water in the sea containing the pain/grief for my wretched earth/land

Berth in Marseille, autonomous port

Phocean city, a stranger among the natives

Towards Saint Charles, train station

Boarding platform 7, car 6, livestock/merchandise wagon

Meeting the eyes of the local police, striking my heart like a mortar fire

Receive the arrow of hatred from the conscript of the “contingent”

“Your Id!”

“I’m French sir”

Railroad, last stop Paris Gare de Lyon

The mainland France and its million people

A few dozen of francs in my fist

Will be used for first contact in the local cafe

I was looking for warmth but it was bloodcurdling

When my eyes met blue iced colored eyes

Impressed by their lack of hospitality

Is that how they are? Moralizers without morality

Discouraged I resume walking

My feet will take me to the North African neighborhoods

Nanterre, a bunch of slums

Cheap insecure housing for my beginning in this life

“I won’t let the killer of the FLN rule over Paris!

From now on for one hit we receive you will give ten back.” (5)

Here there’s nothing good for the r***** (6) told me the blood thirsty police chief of my district

After pissing on my hands, the peace keeper (7) beat people from the neighborhood on a daily basis (8)

17th day of October, the FLN decided to put an end to the disgrace

Indeed the newspaper of the previous day headlined

“Curfew recommended for all immigrants” (9)

No! The reaction was immediate

Algerians of France in the streets we will walk

Protesting against their racist laws

Occupying their bridge and roundabouts

In a peaceful protest (10) we demand justice for our civil rights

But the police don’t see it that way

For them we’re just a bunch of rebellious rats

Let’s walk toward the Saint-Michel bridge

We will see how this dispute ends

Once on the riverbank I see the welcoming committee

Who wishes to turn this bridge into our coffin

Both sides look at each other

A deathly silence between the two riverbanks

Then a voice rise and scream “Down with the curfew” and the cops start shooting

The first line fall and the manhunt begins

I run, like a purebred horse I gallop

But the bridge is surrounded, we’ve been tricked

On a jail on stilts, we are confined

Not one, not two but a dozen of police sticks come smashing my head

And my bones break under my raincoat

My mouth violently smash the sidewalk

Their mouths l’audit laughing from seeing us

“We will see if the rats know how to swim.

At the bottom of the Seine River you won’t be able to get revenge anymore”

Unconscious, laying in my own blood

All my limbs held by police sergeants

Start my descent where the barge pass by

They make sure I’m dead by hitting my head on the bridge

I fall like some trash in a trash chute

In the fall my neck violently hit the edge

Liquid stabbing all my body, the ice cold river like a hot stake for my sacrifice

Mister Papon judged that it was good to drown us

No firefighters to stop the fire (11)

You don’t stop a fire with a glass of oil

Without thinking about the infantryman and zouaves fighters (12)

My body carried by the current

Will be pulled out of the water around Rouen

Strange water lilies float on the Seine

Full length movie clip the eye on a scene

Water damage for the people of the human-zoos (13)

Dehumanized brown and black people don’t live to be old

A piss bucket in which rats are drown

Black October, lynching (14) in the boulevard

Here there’s nothing good for the r***** (6) told me the police chief Maurice Papon

4 months later they lynch people in Charonne

The c******** (15) and the coco (16) who help the b********* (6)

132 years of French occupation replaced our hearts with embers

Algeria in green and white, star and crescent (17)

Growing duty of remembrance

Djazair

(1) A pied noirs in a European colonizer in Algeria. Nowadays people use it for all of North Africa but it is historical inaccurate. A European in Morocco or Tunisia was just called a colonizer/settler. And I personally insist on that distinction.

(2) the sentence has two meanings. Colonizers would call us rats so it means colonizers are killing Algerians but in this case it also means figuratively killing Algerians by sending them in ships to go work in France.

(3) the curfew only applies to Muslim Algerians the id would have the mention “FMA” French Muslim of Algeria sometimes it was written directly. It was a specific status under the status of other citizens.

(4) most jobs in Algeria meant working for a colonizer who would refuse to pay you so people would sometimes come to France they would still work for French people but would get paid at least (less than white people)

(5) This is a quote from Maurice Papon the police prefect of Paris back then. There was altercation between the police and Algerians a couple cops were killed many more Algerians were killed. At the funeral of one of them Papon told the police “for each one of us they kill or wound we will kill ten Algerians” and he promised protection in front of the law to cops who would do that.

(6) anti Algerian slur

(7) French cops are called “Gardiens de la paix” which means “Peace keepers”. My posts are enough to show you how much it’s bullshit.

(8) before any French people come after me Medine says “casser du cru” and while it is rare to use it that way du cru can means “from the region” “local”. Given how Medine is and given the context my translation is correct.

(9) France put in place a curfew for Algerians only. Not all immigrants Medine used immigrants because back then the majority of people called immigrants were Algerians and also because this is a song and it sounded better.

(10) The few weapons were confiscated by volunteers before the protest. The goal was to have a big peaceful protest and the organizers thought that if someone was caught with a weapon it would be used to justify killing protesters… they ended up being wrong even without weapons people were killed.

(11) It is a reference to a fire in Paris in 2005 and an other song from Medine. African immigrants in low income housing. They kept telling the city the building was in ruin that it was dangerous that there was no smoke detector nothing… people kept trying to find other places to live but they couldn’t because of how expensive it was and when it wasn’t expensive the landlord would refuse when seeing a Black man or an Arab man. That year there was three deadly fires in those low income housing. The majority of the victims were Black people and North Africans. In one of the fires,the one mentioned in the other song by Medine, there was 17 victims (3 women and 14 children under 10 majority of the victims were black (some sources say all of them were Black) ) and the firefighters took too long to arrive.

(12) A reference to the Black and North African infantrymen who were forced to fight during the two world war.

(13) A reference to the fact that Black people and North Africans were put in human zoos in France.

(14) the French word for a racist lynching is actually a mix between an anti Algerian slur and the familiar word for beating up. Like the word we use today to talk about white supremacists beating up a PoC was created to talk about lynching against Algerians specifically…

(15) this is a deformation of the Arabic word for “brother” it was used mostly as an anti Algerian slur (again I know) but it was sometimes used as an insult against white people who saw Algerians as their equals. In this case it’s to designate those white people.

(16) communists

(17) Algerian flag