#tw violence
gotta love the fact that of the two lives of St Radegund, the one written by a nun is all about her good work for the community and the one written by a monk is torture porn.
this is from the Vita Radegundis of the nun Baudonivia:
(that attitude. i’d literally let radegund drive her horse over me.)
and this is from her Life by Fortunatus, who clearly had a problem (proceed with caution: very violent self-harm)
This is a series, Masterlist here
TW: home invasion, violence, blood, death
1992
The breaking glass was the first thing Yves heard, followed by a scream.
“Yves!!”
The vampire dropped the dustpan and brush he’d been using and ran, taking the stairs two at a time and bursting into the Mistress’ room.
“Yves- Help!!” Miss Edith was standing in her nightdress beside her bed, grey hair sliding out of its neat bun, swinging a broken table lamp like a bat, inexpertly but with the energy of terror. Her crossbow was over the mantle, and she couldn’t get to it.
It was the other figure in the room, between Edith Nightley and her crossbow, who had Yves’ full attention- a barefoot man in raggedy clothes, with a bloodstained shirt and fingernails like claws. A feral vampire.
Destroying Angels
Summary:Samuel Campbell drags his grandson into a case he never solved.
Pairing:Soulless!Sam Winchester x Hunted!Reader
Word Count: 3180
For:@ejlovespie#ejs500followerschallenge
Prompt:Soulless!Sam
*Inspired by
*Do Not Read if you are Triggered by any of the following Warnings
Warnings:cursing, funerals, using people for profit, unprotected sex/wrap it up kiddos, intentional poisoning, slow death by blood letting, buried alive, rough oral sex, gun/knife play, blood play, necrophilia
A/N:Set Season 6 between Clap Your Hands If You Believe & ..And Then There We’re None
A/N II: Written from Sam & Readers POV’s
Bingo Squares: @anyfandomgoesbingo-Soulless!Sam@spnmixedbingo-Torture@j3bingo -Dirty Talk @spnaubingo -One night stand @spnkinkbingo-gunplay@anyfandomdarkbingo-Corruption
*no beta-all mistakes are mine
*photos found online
*gif not mine
Pairing : Sam Wesson x Dean Winchester
Chapters : 28 / ??
Summary: Sam Wesson has been wrongfully accused of murdering his college roommate. Convicted and sentenced to life without parole, he is on his way to prison when the transport van crashes, presenting him with a chance to escape. Desperate for freedom, he goes on the run. He vows that he will do whatever he has to do to stay out of prison. US Marshal Dean Winchester is on his trail. His job is simple: capture Sam and bring him back to prison. At least it started out as simple. But two unexpected things happen: he becomes attracted to the fugitive and he begins to suspect that Sam is innocent. In a clash between desire and duty, which side will win?
Writer :@agenthellcat
Read it on AO3 here.
girls’ night
aubrey:a kid called me sussy then ran into oncoming traffic
kel:did they get hit?
aubrey:i made sure of it
I’m amusing myself because I’m writing a very sad THHT scene but in the middle of it is essentially this:
Loki: Wait, wait, before you torture me, let me tell you a secret!
Skadi: Okay …
Loki: *bites her*
Skadi: Wtf
Not to mention the chapter prior of Jory just getting fucking yeeted into the ocean
They sat up, resting on bruised kneecaps. Their hands were still tied behind their back. Blood had matted in their hair from a cut on their forehead.
“Before he died,” they began, and Skadi had to swallow back the ache in her throat. “He told me about your mother. How she wanted to share something with you when you turned sixteen.”
They rose unsteadily to their feet. Skadi could sense Freyja just out of her field of vision, cradling a dagger. She couldn’t move.
“What was it?” she asked.
Loki stepped closer to her. She let them. Their eyes flicked away before meeting hers, a harsh, acid green under purple bruises.
Pain split through the soft flesh of her shoulder. Loki had darted forward and bit her hard enough to break skin under the fabric. She stepped back, pulling her arm away. They took off for the mouth of the cave.
Motherfucker
You’re a novice demon who managed to convice a mother to give up her first born in exchange for eternal youth. You did so, because it seems like the kind of thing all the other demons are doing, but now you are not sure what you are supposed to do with an infant and it’s way too late to ask.
“You could always eat it.”
Envy looked up in confusion.
“Sorry, what?”
Gluttony gestured to the infant nestled in Envy’s arms.
“I’ve had human before,” they said. “It’s not bad. Like pork. I bet a little one would be soft. Like veal.”
Gluttony ran their tongue over a set of rotten teeth. Gray and emaciated, they always had a pinched, hungry look about them.
“I could take it off your hands, if you want.”
Envy shrank back, cradling the infant a bit tighter.
“No,” they hissed. “This is mine, Gluttony.”
Gluttony chuckled.
“Suit yourself,” they said. “You were the one who asked what to do with it.”
Envy stalked off with the child, unsure where to go next. If this was the advice Gluttony had to give, imagine what Wrath would have to say. Or Lust. Envy shuddered.
But something even worse happened to Envy, instead.
They ran into Pride.
I’m bothered by the discussion around Amber Heard revolving around the notion that “bisexuality doesn’t justify violence”. Not because it’s untrue, but because it’s superficial.
The real issue here is that women are punished by patriarchy for being bisexual. That our bisexuality is perceived as such a threat to cishet masculinity that physical violence seems an appropriate response to it. That women’s bisexuality is a punishable crime.
This whole discussion demonstrates the power dynamics around women’s bisexuality and the depth of sapphobia (misogyny against bi women) in society. The terms of the discussion should move beyond apologetics (i.e. we don’t deserve this) and into in-depth explorations of why this violence is perceived as acceptable.
#AmberHeard
‘we stand here in this wreckage—
scraps of plaster, shards of china, four walls echoing
with rage, and imprinted
with fists, torn as you stand there and tell me
that the dropped tears upon the floor
prove that I am too emotional.’
'anger, the non-emotion,’ - Megan’s Poetry #1269
A Seattle-area man was given a 26 ½-year prison term for waging a 17-year campaign of harassment against a former classmate he met in middle school. Prosecutors are calling this the longest sentence forstalking in memory.
Shawn Moul, 31, passively accepted the sentence last week which came about six months after being convicted on two felony counts of stalking and 19 counts of violating anti-harassment orders.
Moul began stalking classmate Tracy Lundeen in 1994, shortly after Lundeen saw him at the school library struggling with his homework and offered to help him. Lundeen said Moul began following her and wrote her more than 100 letters, alternately threatening her and vowing to kill himself. He also contacted Lundeen’s family members, demanding that she contact him.
https://www.detectiveservices.com/2012/02/man-gets-26-year-jail-term-for-17-years-of-stalking/