Anyone wants to see a video of Hamas members taking a bag with remains of a hostage (whose part of were return a while ago by the IDF), covering it with dirt in a hole that was dug by a tractor before calling the red cross to tell them about the body they "found"?
Here you go!
this teaches us 2 things:
the bodies of the hostages were dismembered (we already knew as a father of a guy that got kidnapped had to search after his son's head and found it was sold.
Hamas has exact knowledge of of where hostages remains are and are just lying.
What is the farthest the 2012 Turtles would go as platonic yanderes? Go as dark as you want, I I curious and dude I have the perfect sci-fi horror oneshot I want to do for the TMNT as platonic yanderes...
@artisticdoofusxx
@lonleydweller
I just want you to know that when I received this, I had the face of the Grinch smiling if that makes sense. This picture feels so wrong with how dark this is... Let me know if you liked this!
The turtles in order are Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey. This is like the absolute worst they would ever do, pushed to the extreme.
TWs: Death, Non consensual body modification, gore, loss of body parts, body horror, body mutilation, Dead dove do not eat.
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Leo:
His back was to you but it was unmistakable, Leonardo was crying. He was crying on the edge of the bed he leaves you in to rot when he's not around. What right did he have to cry? It's not the first time he had cried to you alone since he trapped you here in the sewers. But this is after a second escape attempt. maybe he's just crying because he though you wouldn't try to escape his 'loving' grasp on you.
You furrow your eyebrows and glare at him, angry. "What are you crying for? Kidnapping me?" He turns around and looks at you with wide eyes. He just gasps and begins to sob worse. He climbs onto the middle of the bed and just keeps crying. You try to kick him so he can answer you.
"Hey- Crying for what Leo-" You stop, because you can't move your legs. Which doesn't make sense because your arms are tied up, not your legs. "Leo?" You gesture to your bottom half underneath the blanket. "LEO. Answer me!" He shakes his head and takes the blanket off.
There's nothing there. There's nothing for you to move, because they're gone. He's heard you scream before, but never like this. Never such a bloodcurdling scream of pure loss. He doesn't even blame you, either.
He's the one who chopped your legs off, after all.
Raph:
He didn't mean to. He really didn't.
He just wanted you to stop screaming at him.
Just for a little bit.
He didn't even register the sai in his hands when he grabbed your throat. It wasn't even fast like it should've been. No, instead he watched you begin to gargle on your blood seeping into your esophagus and grab at your throat in panic. He quickly grabbed the sai back out of your neck, but the damage was done.
He watched in terror as you fell over, still holding the hole inside your throat as if you could stop the blood rushing out, as if you could save yourself from the mere seconds of impulse that Raphael did to you. Tears formed in your eyes, nobody really wants to die in the end; Though you had considered it, you'd never attempted to hurt yourself in the end, but now? If he could kill you so fast in his anger?
You wondered if staying alive would have been better.
Donnie:
It's not the worst thing he's done before. He's just never done such a thing to someone he cared about. He's not even sure he minds, honestly. It can keep you safe, no matter what. Well, if you did escape he probably wouldn't even be alive to keep safe anymore so the thought of you escaping the containment tank he's keeping you in doesn't even bother him.
You're next to Timmy. Or rather, Mutagen Man as he became. He told his brothers you were about to get mutated and he panicked and put you into the containment tank. He lied. He'd been planning it. Originally it was just as a punishment. Maybe you'd learn not to run away if this was what awaited you. But then, he liked it. No one could hurt you. No one could potentially manipulate you, or desecrate your innocence.
But you, you were conscious. You could see everything from your tank. You watched him lie to his brothers, watched him gaze lovingly as he told you meaningless lies of letting you out, watched him live a life he continues to take from you with each day you rot inside.
You wonder if he knows you're still awake.
Mikey:
He let you go. He had woken you up and told you he was wrong. He let you go home.
Of course, in your hurry to go home and find the people you love, you never really checked why he let you go. Of course, seeing the people you love screaming in terror at you, looking at you as if you were a monster, asking how you got into their house was enough to look at yourself.
You looked down at your hands and find three green fingers, much like the turtle's own hands. Much like the hands that caress you gently at night and promise to not hurt you.
But he did. He mutated you. Changed you. You're no longer yourself anymore, you're a mutant. A freak like them. You don't belong to the surface anymore, you belong to him.
Mikey's always been possessive of his things though, hasn't he?
These two are rotting my brains. I need them to be happy like the father daughter duo they are but these bitches have so much trauma. Amy fans and John enjoyers RISE UP
Gods, I have been coming up with so many hcs that I have mainly just yapping about with three other headcanon blogs, where do I even start to share with you guys.... I guess have the newest batch
Builderman and n7 have edited the c00lgui to have everyone's basic information in it's database as a way to keep track of who is who and which side they are on. It's still a working process so sometimes either it updates itself or Seven has to do it manually when it bugs out.
(Builderman gives the information and Seven does the coding)
After Dusekkar processed where he was and what happened, the first thing he did was to put up a protective barrier around the main cabin and is currently working on expanding it to cover the entirety of the survivor's campsite.
Cw: violence and wings getting clipped
Before being Forsakened, Shedletsky had four wings: two where you would think wings to be and two just below those. Telamon had far more but after being relieved from his godly duties, he reduced the amount to 4.
After getting Forsakened and as a way to prevent Shedletsky from flying too far and fast, the Spector ripped off the bottom two wings and clipped the top ones before dropping him into the survivor's campsite.
All the survivors at that time heard was a thud then Shedletsky screaming in utter pain once the numbness passed.
aww what a nice headcanon batch! we say while reading this happily in joys
I'm not even sure how to start this post, to be honest; I'm either going to get harassed by goons or reported.
I'd like to start off by saying a few things, in order for you all to understand: One, I have unspecified dissociative identity disorder; some of my medical records have it listed as an illness, some don't, therefore everything is in the air until I turn eighteen. I do know for a fact (and it is medically documented) that I black out and talk in weird accents and voices. Two, I'm only bringing this to everyone's attention because it is disturbing how many people genuinely painted me as a bad guy when I didn't do anything wrong. Third, the person in question did in fact receive death threats and blamed them on me. but how did I do it if he had blocked me months before?
The person in question is @/losing--myreligion, or Norman.
If he sees this, he'll most likely post our breakup texts and paint me as a stalking ex. That is not the case, I am only trying to warn other people about him. He runs an account called @/papav-perpetua and claims that he has DID. He will tell you that he does, but he is not getting treated for it and has not been diagnosed with it.
Concerning the relationship we had, it began in May and ended in July a few days after my birthday. He is severely ill mentally and told me that he wished to "sew a piece of his skin on top of my heart" and vice versa. He also said that if I died, he wanted to dig me out of my grave and defile my corpse in the cemetery. He lied to me about his age, gaslit me into thinking that his "alter" wasn't cheating with his friends and would shut me down every time I tried to vent about my trauma.
My point is, don't trust him or interact with him; he is a severely disturbed person, and I am afraid that he'll hurt someone the way he hurt me.
Ik nobody cares about this au but I like how this came out so I post.
Anyway yeah, the (wasp) king is a cordycept moth in this au. The crown made the fungus grow like crazy. This is in chpt 4 before sif found out about his origins, so while the King knows he's a cordycept, siffrin does not.
Ig the King is trying to like- consume him? Like make him a part of him ig?? Idk how cordyceps work. Sif gets rescued obviously and im sure he's fine and not traumatized whatsoever :)
Anyway from this point onward sif in this au shall be known as mothfrin (with isa and bon being beetlebeau and beebon respectively)
I had one where Jon escaped being Gertrude’s assistant by gouging out his eyes. TW for aforementioned eye gouging/gore.
It goes something like this:
Tim was a bit like a planet in the sense that he had gravitational pull. He could get anyone to go to lunch with him. Even prickly bastards like Jon Sims.
Jon honestly didn’t super realize it was a group thing? He wasn’t comfortable with most people at the Institute. But he and Tim had gotten close when Tim first joined the Institute, in a way Jon hadn’t expected.
It was different now, though Jon wasn’t quite sure how. Tim had had a, a cloud over him when he joined, for lack of a better term. A burden, in a way that was as familiar to Jon as a reflection.
But then things changed. Tim seemed less burdened with time, and Jon was… still Jon.
They stayed friends though. That’s why Jon ended up at the edge of Tim’s group for lunch, wondering how painfully obvious it would be if he faked an emergency to get out of socialization.
They were waiting for two people from Artifacts’ Storage. Only one comes up.
Tim asks where Sasha is. The woman who came up alone said she was held back for a new entry. A leitner had come in.
Jon’s attention was caught.
Tim was concerned himself. There are protocols when it comes to leitners. You had to have at least two people there at all times as a safety precaution. He asks if Sasha’s down there alone.
She was, but it was fine. It was another fake. Some fucking bums had caught onto the fact that the Magnus Institute would buy anything with the word Leitner written on it and had been flooding them with fakes.
They didn’t even try with this one. It was a board book—
Jon demands to know what board book.
Before she can answer, he asks if it was a Guest for Mr. Spider. He can tell by the look on her face that it was.
Jon runs.
Tim’s on his heels the second he realizes what’s happening. They get down to Artifact’s Storage, and Sasha isnt there.
Tim wants to know what the book will do to her, and Jon tells him it will eat her. But first it will make her walk.
Tim’s desperate. He wants the security cameras pulled, even if none of them ever work. Maybe they can get her while she’s still walking. Maybe it isn’t too late—
Jon realizes he knows where Mr. Spider’s door is.
He can feel it calling to him, somewhere deep in his chest.
He goes up the stairwell two at a time. He sees Sasha nearing its top, where roof access normally is.
The door is different, this time. It’s not the roof access.
It’s Mr. Spider’s door. It looks exactly how Jon remembers it.
He manages to make it to Sasha right as she raises her hand to knock. He drags her back by her ponytail. They both go down hard.
The book lands open, an inch from Jon’s face.
Jon’s never wanted so badly in his life. He reaches for it.
Sasha kicks him in the gut before he can pick it up. It snaps him out of it. They have to half throw each other down the stairs to get away from the book’s thrall, and then Tim’s there, dragging them out of the stairwell like fucking fire rescue.
A lot of things happen very quickly, after that. The stairwell is shut down. A lot of people have questions for Jon. Tim hugs him so goddamn tightly, and he’s shaking, and Jon thinks Tim may cry, he isn’t sure. All he can think is that he didn’t just stand there, that time.
There’s a tug in his chest towards Mr. Spider’s door. Even without the book in hand, he wants so badly to knock.
Gertrude Robinson disappears in the stairwell and comes out with the book some time later, saying the door is gone. Jon believes her. He can’t feel it anymore.
Gertrude Robinson corners him for his statement. And the oddest thing is that he gives it to her.
He hasn’t been planning to. He knows where he works, don’t get him wrong. He knows the Magnus Institute was built on statements like his.
But Mr. Spider has haunted him since he was eight years old, and he has never told a soul. It is the most painful thing to ever happen to him. And he did not want it to be just another statement. It belonged to him and a boy whose name he couldn’t remember who had died in his place all those years ago. He wouldn’t give it to anyone else
So he can’t really explain while he sits down with Gertrude and babbles the entire thing into a tape recorder.
He’s… painfully honest about her. Fucksake, he tells her he was a profoundly annoying child who’s grandmother struggled to love. Why would he say that?
When it’s over, Tim finds him sitting in the Archives across from Gertrude, looking oddly… empty. Like something had been taken from him. Tim felt guilty in the moment, through he could never quite put his finger on why. For some reason, he felt as if Sasha had been saved from a monster, and no one had noticed Jon being eaten before their eyes.
Jon tells Gertrude he’s never told that to anyone. Not to anyone. He doesn’t directly ask her why he told her, but the question is plain in his tone.
She hums and asks him if he feels better.
No. No, he doesn’t.
He dreams of Mr. Spider’s door that night, and the night after. He dreams of that poor nameless boy who died in his place. The nightmares stop by the time he returns to work, through.
Gertrude meets him at his desk. She asks him if he’d consider transferring to the Archives.
She’s terribly understaffed since her assistants left, and there’s something special about Jon. She thinks he belongs in the Archives.
It seemed to like him enormously.
Jon says yes. He’d never admit it, but he’s been dreading going back in the field. He’s too on edge. The nightmare of Mr. Spider is only a step behind him. He keeps thinking that the door will be around every corner.
They should have burned that fucking thing. He wishes they had listened to him.
He thinks the Archives, while notoriously dull, would be a good place to try and pull himself together and stop jumping at shadows. He signs the transfer forms at once.
He regrets it when he sees how pissed Elias is later. Apparently, Gertrude somehow has a deal where she can appoint her own assistants without his approval. And he. Would not have approved Jon. Fantastic.
Jon proceeds to speed run a descent into madness.
Gertrude had started to suspect Jon would be her replacement after he landed on her radar. And she didn’t like it. She didn’t like him. The web didn’t like to leave half-finished meals. Someone like him shouldn’t be alive, and he shouldn’t be working at the institute. His presence had too much of mother to him. She wanted him where she could keep an eye on him so she could figure out how he fit into all of this.
That doesn’t mean she explains any fucking thing. No, she lets that deranged twink immediately catch onto something going on and spiral into paranoia over it when he can’t find answers. He actually starts stalking her. She’s fascinated by all this.
He also starts stalking Gerard Keay.
Gerry’s much nicer about it. And, critically, he recognizes someone on their way to becoming. He knocks on Jon’s car window while he’s trying to be subtle about the stalking and asks him if he’d fancy a drink.
Gerry tells him everything because he thinks Jon deserves to know. He’s already got the eye dug in under his skin, and Gertrude knew full well the risk she was running by not tell him a thing and letting him spiral on it. Gerry’s a bit pissed about that actually. Some dumb fucking machination with Elias not wanting her to interfere or whatever and her making endless trades in a negotiation for the world.
Gerry explains it all to him. Jon believes him.
And Gerry finds that he likes Jon enormously.
Even existentially anguished, he’s got a great sense of humor. Gerry can’t remember a time when he’s ever gotten on with someone as well as this poor fucked fellow whose reality he’s destroying.
He asks him if he knows that it’s a bad fucking idea to stalk someone indicted for skinning their mum alive, like he didn’t do it but it could have been really bad for Jon, and Jon just waffled a bit and said that anyone burning leitners couldn’t be that bad.
Oh, Gerry likes him enormously.
It’s easy falling in love. For both of them.
Jon stops talking to Tim, and to everyone else in the institute really. He doesn’t want them involved in this mess. He and Gertrude’s relationship is a bit like the relationship the titanic had with icebergs. They simply fucking hate each other. Jon’s furious she dragged him into this without telling him the truth; Gertrude thinks Jon’s dumber than a patch of wet dirt. They don’t get on, and she’s not exactly a supportive leader to him.
Gerry’s really the only one in his life that he trusts. He and Gerry end up in a lot of statements together.
They just sort of become each other’s everything. They elope, and they make a deal. Gerry knows his dad escaped the contract, somehow. So they’re going to find the way out that he did, and Jon’s going to take it, and they’re both going to leave this world behind for good. They’ve cottoned on to the fact that Elias has something planned for Jon, and that Gertrude can’t be trusted at all. But they trust each other, and they’re going to escape for each other. They’re going to live.
Jon does briefly have a friend in Basira, sort of. He meets her on Sectioned matters and they manage to pull each other’s asses out of the fire. Basira ends up calling Jon on weird shit and he shows up occasionally like “it’s not spooky it’s just a really fucked up dog.” As they get closer, Basira takes a genuine liking to him. And she knows Jon’s got a husband and she’s got Daisy and she doesn’t have any of those like, couple friends, you know? Those friends who have a partner and you and your partner go out with them and their partner and do like, trivia nights at pubs or like, wine tastings. Basira thinks that might be, trivia nights and wine tastings.
Except he shows up with suspected murderer Gerard Keay and she shows up with a fucking hunter. Both think the other has atrocious taste in partners.
Their relationship falls apart, a little bit. Basira does not fucking trust Gerry and Jon does not fucking like the fact that her partner seems to want to kill his husband in the woods. Daisy’s suspicious as fuck of Gerry especially but also Jon. Jon seems to know a lot more about Sectioned matters than he’s sharing. She doesn’t like how much he’s obviously hiding
Jon puts distance between them for safety. Daisy seems to be more interested in Gerry than him but he has no doubt she’ll go after him if she realizes he’s her favorite type of prey.
Gertrude ends up handing Jon the way out. She gives him Gerry’s dad’s tape.
He knows it’s for her own ends. She’s been sitting on it this entire time, after all. But he doesn’t have time to think.
His phone rings. It’s Elias.
Gertrude tells him that some choices you have to make quickly before they’re taken from you.
Jon runs.
He doesn’t have a knife or anything else sharp enough to do the job, for that matter. Gertrude definitely has something in the archives, but fuck if he knows where. She never trusted him not to stab her in the back if he had the option.
He goes to the communal kitchen. He knows there’s a few knives up there sharp enough to do it.
His phone keeps fucking ringing.
He tries to be casual when he goes in the kitchen. He tries to not look like a man about to gouge out his own eyes. Tim’s there. He’d thinks Tim would try to stop him if he knew what Jon was about to do.
Elias thought the same. He calls Tim.
He tells Tim that Jon’s been exposed to a dangerous artifact and isn’t in control of himself. That he may try to hurt himself. Tim needs to restrain him immediately.
Tim blocks Jon’s way before he can take off with the knife. He tells Jon it’s okay. Tim’s going to help him. Just put down the knife.
Jon tells Tim he doesn’t know the whole story. He needs to let Jon pass, or something very, very bad is going to happen to Jon.
Tim’s eyes are on the knife. He says he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to him. That’s why he needs Jon to give him the knife.
Jon knows, with crystalline certainty, that Elias will find a way to stop him if he doesn’t go through with this now. Jon’s becoming was progressing too quickly. The Eye was too fixated on him. And Gertrude was worried about Jon in a way that made them both suspect she believed he would be forced to wear the watcher’s crown.
He promised Gerry he’d take the way out if he found it.
Jon tells Tim that if he doesn’t let him pass, Jon will never tell him the truth of what happened to his brother. He’ll never find the Circus without Jon.
Tim would be less shocked if Jon punched him in the face.
Jon had seen the mark of the stranger on Tim months ago, and the Eye had told him it had taken his brother. Jon hadn’t wanted to use the information against him, ever.
But it gives him the opening he needs to dive into a supply closet and lock himself in.
Tim’s trying to break down the door in an instant. Elias finally makes it back to the Institute seconds after.
Elias tells him they need to talk about this. Jon shouldn’t do anything rash. Jon tells him to go fuck himself.
It’s hard, gouging out his own eyes. He can’t quite bring the knife to his face. He’d like to think that it’s the eye restraining him, but maybe he’s just a coward.
Elias tells him to think this through. If he does this, he’ll be completely helpless. Vulnerable. A liability. Does he honestly think Gerard will stay with him then?
And the thing is?
He does.
He doesn’t doubt it for a moment.
Please accept his resignation.
Tim manages to break the lock right as Jon drags the knife across both eyes. It’s a source of nightmares for months after. He has to wrestle the knife from Jon’s blood-slick hands, and Jon just tries to dig his fingers in his own eye sockets. Tim has to restrain him while Elias presses his handkerchief to Jon’s eyes.
Jon just fucking laughs. He quits. He fucking quits, you son of a bitch. God, he can’t hear it anymore. It’s finally out of his head.
Gertrude, mildly: oh my whatever could have happened
Elias, furious: oh shut up you did this you miserable old hag
Tim, has been more distressed in his life but like. Hard to beat a clown skinning your little brother: what the fuck are you both going on about
Jon asks Tim if he would mind calling Jon’s husband.
Tim didn’t know Jon had a husband.
He doesn’t know who to call, but it doesn’t matter. A very distressed goth gentleman shows up while Jon’s getting loaded into the ambulance. Elias immediately tries to blame Jon’s condition on him. Marital abuse. He wants him arrested.
There’s a really angry detective lady who seems ready to do it.
Gerry, incredulous: I wasn’t even here you fucking twat
Elias: psychological. He pushed him to this *to the emts* is there anything you can do to salvage his eyes
Jon: fuck off you fucking—I want them removed. detective Tonner, if you want answers, I’m ready to give them.
Tim honestly, sincerely doesn’t know what the fuck this all is.
Jon grabs him by the wrist before the ambulance can take him away. The shape of his hand stains against his skin, red and bright.
He tells Tim not to take a job in the Archives. Whatever he does, don’t take a job in the Archives.
Tim doesn’t see him again after that.
He disappeared from the hospital as soon as he was stable. His flat was abandoned when Tim went by. And there’s no one for Tim to ask about him either. Gertrude fucking dies one day later. The detective lady drops off the face of the planet not long after.
Sasha’s offered Getrude’s job. She takes it. And she asks Tim to be her assistant.
Tim doesn’t want her to. Jon had told them not to take a job in the Archives. He’d just gouged out his fucking eyes in the minutes before. Seemed pretty important.
But Sasha thinks the eye gouging is a bit the point. He obviously wasn’t in his right mind. Elias said he was under the influence of an artifact, and that made more than sense to her.
Tim doesn’t have to take the job.
But he does. He’s not sure why he does it. Maybe it’s because he feels guilty. He didn’t keep an eye on Jon, didn’t keep up with him, and now he’s missing with a potentially abusive husband Tim didn’t even fucking know he had who, oh yeah, happens to be a suspected murderer.
Maybe it’s because of what Jon said to him. About his brother. About the Circus.
If Jon got answers about his brother, somehow, then he must have gotten it in the Archives.
Tim and Martin end up tracking Jon down for answers after worm ladies start coming out of the walls and Sasha loses her fucking mind. As it turns out, he had run off to have some kind of cottagecore dream life with his husband, who wasnt an abusive murderer as it turns out. Jon’s sorry he didn’t stick around to explain things, but well. He’d probably be murdered if he did.
He ends up giving them a choice: go back to the Institute or sever the contract here. He and Gerry will help them if they decide to break the contract, but there’s not much they can do for them now but provide an awl.
