patricide

“Wilbur and Tommy Craft, children of the late Angel of Death, Philza Craft, have gone missing from their home at Dream Agencies, where the number one hero Dream had been participating in the efforts to rehabilitate them. We urge all citizens—” Technoblade shut the television off, staring at the now black screen in horror. Well crap. Or, the fic in which Wilbur is fourteen and traumatized, Tommy is a chaotic six-year-old, and Technoblade would like to be retired in peace. (features Karl adopting Ranboo)

[“Are you dead?” Are the first words that come out of Zuko’s mouth. Lu Ten winces. He’s barely adjusted to the idea himself, but he still wasn’t expecting Zuko to reach that conclusion so fast. He can’t lie to him. He nods. “I am.” “But you’re real.” “Yeah. Real dead.” He tries for a joke but Zuko bursts into tears instead.] Or, Lu Ten makes a promise, Lu Ten dies. Lu Ten comes back.

Miriam Sanchez doesn't want to be lonely anymore. After a bold wish she suddenly finds herself thrust into a world that she had only seen on TV. Now Miriam has a new life and the realization that she has the power to change a story filled with damaged characters. *OC X Mikaelson men, but we've got a long way to go*

Hanzo hadn’t even been on date since he came to America and started his life over, despite how long he’d called it home. Years upon years, finding his place there with Genji, slotting himself seamlessly into the city as though he’d lived in it all along. He’d fallen into a depression for awhile, worried that underneath the weapons and the dragon tattoos, without the trappings of his family name, out of the shadow of Hanamura, there was nothing left of him. That he was a Shimada, and nothing else. That he’d left all his worth behind. A bow, and some blades, and his birthright. Figuring out himself had been hard enough on its own. Now he was supposed to go to a bondage club, have a drink with a man he’d never met, and ask him to do things Hanzo still had a hard time talking about with his best friend? Tell me what to do, tie me up, put me on my knees, when Hanzo had never really kissed a man.

“Do you have any idea what would happen to you if you did such a thing?” “You would never hurt me,” she murmured. “That’s where you’re wrong,” he whispered. She pressed her forehead to his. “You would never physically hurt me,” she added. They both knew what he was implying. His eyes darkened into molten pools of lust. Hermione had only ever been with Ron, and he had never looked at her that way. Her insides burned and coiled; her thighs squeezed together trying to alleviate anything she could. His cheek dragged across hers as she could feel his lips on the shell of her ear. “Only if you begged for it,” he nipped at her ear.

What happens when you die but the skeletons in your closet remain? ffxvkinkmeme fill. Film/Detective Noir AU. Listen to the playlist here. Original prompt

It was kind of cute to think of Jonathan carefully examining Sock’s kills after the fact. It was like sending notes back and forth. Sock killed them, Jonathan examined them, then Sock buried them. With the back and forth, they were practically a team at this point anyway. As far as Sock was concerned, it was sweet either way. Sock is a serial killer gravedigger and Jonathan cleans up his messes at the morgue. Fill for prompts 71, 404, and 944 on wthkinkmeme.

Trigger Warning: Self-harm; internalised stigma; shame; depression; moderate descriptions of self injury; euthanasia and patricide. Bones has been self harming for years and has convinced himself that it's no big deal.So why is he so desperate for the possibility of someone saving him? Even if that someone is Spock?(This is less about SH and more about loneliness and isolation and other people being unable to see) ************************************It started small, as most things did, with fingernails scraping palms as he uncovered Jim's lifeless form in sickbay.One might have expected elation to follow, some alleviation after Khan's blood first entered Jim's bloodstream, a product of hope. In reality, it was two weeks of uncertainty and fear and misery that gouged crescents into his arms and knees and the back of his neck.It was fine though; he was fine. Minor anxiety; to be expected under the circumstances.

A young woman was found wandering the streets by the Motor Inn, it is clear she cannot survive alone. The group of survivors takes her in to their care and she cannot find the courage to leave, no matter how difficult it is to stay.

Voldemort has emerged victorious, the skirmish at Malfoy Manor turning in his favour. Draco Malfoy is a hostage to fortune, carried by the raging rivers of a madman's whims to a destination he can't avoid. Hermione Granger is a prisoner of war. Forced to make a horrifying choice, the path she turns down will set off a chain of events that will have a lasting impact on both sides of the battle.

“You didn’t come in today.” A pause. “Is everything alright?” There were a hundred things he could say to that: “My family is dead because of me.” “I’m going to dig graves the rest of my life.” “I’m running out of places to hide the bodies.” “I fell in love with an emotionless morgue tech.”

In the wake of tragedy, the boy who will grow up to be Jin comes to terms with his future occupation. Precedes the anime by six years.

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