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#Family of serial killers
grandwretch · 2 years
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where is the fake dating au where like Steve is like well Eddie couldn't have killed Chrissy because he was with me that night. we were together :) until he had to go home and find the body :) and everyone is like uh and he's like having sex btw :) and the cops are like yeah man. I fucking guess he was? bc who is going to fucking lie about being gay in hawkins indiana 1986
like just imagine fake dating to establish an alibi and also eddie was not consulted on this beforehand suddenly steve is in the interrogation room like its going to be okay baby I love you so much and eddie is like YEAH. COOL. what is happening rn
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The BAU on a camping trip:
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SPENCER: Went to get firewood three hours ago, no one has seen him since. Oh well, he brought his book with him. Worst case, he can curl up in a tree like a baby bird and wait to be rescued.
ELLE: Searching for Spencer, her emotional support genius.
GARCIA: It’s cold, there’s no WiFi, and there are bugs everywhere. She’s literally too pretty for this.
EMILY & MORGAN: Competing to build the best fort before sunset out of leaves and sticks, trash talking each other the whole time. Both will soon find out the hard way that that stuff was poison ivy. Spencer probably could have told them that.
JJ: Setting up the actual tent they brought with them, because the sun is setting and Virginia gets cold in the fall. Also, burning through the supply of toasting marshmallows, because there is still no firewood—she’s doing all the work, let her have her snacks.
HOTCH, ROSSI & GIDEON: Watching the chaos unfold from a nearby log, sharing a communal Tupperware of Rossi’s pasta and wishing they never agreed to this godforsaken camping trip in the first place.
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scrumdiddlysdoodlies · 7 months
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family comes first🥰🔪
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artcompany1 · 9 months
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Do you think William took trophies? A toy from Fritz or a hair band from Cassidy. Small things that no one would question nor notice him having.
But he'd know.
Do you think he'd smile with pride as he watched Lizzy play with Suzy's doll, completely oblivious to how he got it? Or happily sigh while he watched Mike put Gabe's keychain on his backpack? Small gifts for his bunnies, a reminder of why he'd done it.
Or maybe he'd keep them for himself.
Hoarded in his office, away from the inoccent eyes of his remaining children. For him and him alone, a memento of the fun he had with them. Do you think he looked longingly at them, wishing to do it again, as he filled out the missing persons paperwork for the company? Or maybe dusted his most prized possessions as he thought of how to give his condolences to their parents?
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jamethinks · 1 month
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Unfortunately this is the funniest tweet I have ever seen I cannot get it out of my head. I had to scroll through my likes to find it because it had me when I first saw it
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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My mom was dressed as a serial killer character me and my friend made and was trying to kill me.
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Something very Stephanie Brown about Stephanie Brown is that Bruce, Alfred, Babs, Damian, Kate, Tim, and Cass are all like "Wow! Dick Grayson's so spontaneous and wild and happy-go-lucky and rebellious and gung-ho and a ray of sunshine..." while Stephanie's like "OHMYGODDD, this guy's such a stick-in-the-mud!!".
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Stephanie is literally chaos incarnate and Dick couldn't handle it (initially).
Meanwhile:
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Most of these stories are happening around the same time by the way.
It also feels pretty hard-earned when these two do come around with each other, at the end of the Core Requirements arc. They had a cute dynamic and they're so similar in so many ways (Bruce even said it during The Road Home). We were robbed of more. It was absolute genius: "hmm...what if...Batman and Batgirl....were ROBIN!".
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Sources: Batgirl (2009) #5-7, World's Finest (2009) #3-4, Batman (1940) #682 & #689, Nightwing (1996) #143, Detective Comics (1940) #872, Batman and Robin #9, and Batgirl (2000) #58.
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nova-lunosi · 2 months
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ayyy-imma-ninja · 8 months
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Do you know what a Reunification camp is? If not well it’s something that I know the SK brothers would loathe 😡
Oh they absolutely would.
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flywolfwriting · 5 months
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Throw Me in the Deep End
Charlie was proud to say she was not afraid of the dark. It certainly impressed the other seven-year-olds in her class, and her parents always told her how proud they were that she had conquered that fear so young. That she was so brave for sleeping without a night light. 
It was even mostly true. She could sleep in her own room, and could sneak about the manor in the middle of the night without her heart in her throat, but sometimes it still quickened, and if she looked out the windows her breath caught. She was still only seven, after all, and it was a big, scary world beyond the safety of the manor walls. 
It took her time to settle into their New Orleans holiday home. She learned the creaking of the walls and the whispering of the wind, grew accustomed to the way shadows cloaked her temporary bedroom. She kept the curtains open for just that small glimmer of moonlight and buried her head under her blankets to keep from looking outside. 
She didn't say anything to her parents, though, not even when her mom woke her before sunrise to take her on an early-morning walk. They drove for ages with Charlie napping in the backseat, until her mom pulled over and told her they'd arrived. Charlie hugged close to her, but put on a brave face when Lilith led her into the bayou. She protested only a little when directed to stay put for a moment, her plea cut off with a firm, "You're mommy's brave little girl, aren't you?" 
Charlie wanted so badly to be so she nodded and did as asked. She watched her mother disappear into the darkness and waited. 
And waited.
And kept waiting. 
The song of the bayou played around Charlie and her trembling fingers clutched the hem of her shirt tightly as she tried not to imagine glowing eyes creeping closer around her, silent tears streaking her cheeks. 
Finally she could take it no more and with a sob she raced back the way they'd come. 
"Mommy!"
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Alastor loved nights like this, when the shadows clung to him like cobwebs and the crescent moon offered just enough light to avoid stepping into the alligator-infested waters. He could see the glint of their eyes watching as he dumped the duffle bag and opened it. They moved closer but didn't creep onto the small finger of land he stood on. They simply waited, and when he threw the first limb into the water they struck, the still bayou turning into churning bodies fighting for meat. 
Alastor threw the next piece, quietly humming as he watched them feed. This was almost the best part, second only to the moment blood welled under his fingers and his victim realized they were about to die. He kept the best cuts to himself, of course, but the gators seemed to appreciate his treats all the same. 
When he finished he loaded the bag with soil before tossing it in, tucked his gloves back into his pocket, and set off with a spring in his step. 
That was when he heard the sob.
Alastor froze, listening carefully. The bayou was full of strange sounds but he had learned them all, knew each creak of wood, the splash of an alligator sliding into the water, the hum of every insect. He slipped into the shadow between the trees and waited, his knife at the ready. They weren't truly deep within the bayou itself; he couldn't risk the noise of a boat. It was plausible someone had followed him. 
What came next was a greater shock: a child, a little girl, stumbling into view. 
No, they weren't deep, but dawn had yet to crack the sky and they weren't near any roads. 
Alastor resisted a sigh and tucked his knife back into its sheath against his thigh and stepped out. 
The girl let out a short scream and fled.
“Wait-” Alastor called, then took off after her. He couldn't see her anymore but he heard her footsteps, another short scream, and the expected splash as she fell into the water. 
And then a more familiar kind of splash.
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nonokoko13 · 8 months
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"Short on credits" "Need a job soon" "A drama queen" "Max slacker"...
Tag yourself I'm all of them
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fazgoo-connoiseur-1987 · 11 months
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Will actually being a children's entertainer for once god forbid
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rovermcfly · 4 months
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I think what kills me about murder she wrote is that by virtue of being a murder mystery it's often about a truly horrific murder, and once jessica uncovers the whodunnit, the killer reveals a shocking story about deceit, jealousy, abuse, more murder and all such awful things that drive people to kill. and then, mere seconds after these people poured their hearts out and showed us the darkest depth of humanity, a jaunty tune starts playing and we end on a freeze frame of jessica and her friends laughing at a silly old joke one of them made like they're in a sitcom. and the emotional whiplash is clearly not intended- the intro after all is also jaunty and wholesome with its snapshots of this older lady on a bike and making silly faces to set you up for how you're supposed to feel about the show- but nevertheless I think it's almost like a black comedy where the leads are humorously unaffected by corpses and murderers, but it clearly doesn't intend to be. it accidentally makes the wholesome, sympathetic old lady into a cold and psychopathic detective I'd expect to find in an old british sketch show where the joke is "she doesn't care about the corpse that's RIGHT THERE and is making tasteless jokes instead!"
anyway I love it every time
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minxfrz · 3 months
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intro post..
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my name is alice im 16 im a lesbian and i only really like female criminals.
i have a passing interest in columbine bc my bff likes it.
im interested in DSMP!, danganronpa, tcoaal, kpop, crafts, true crime, dolls, twilight, disney, south park and legos.
music i like is loona, antihoney, flatsound, andrianne lenker, katie jane garside, fiona apple, nicole dollanger, and elliot smith.
my favs are yuka takaoka, jodi arias, aileen wuornos, the manson girls, brenda spencer, amber heard and more
i dont condone (for the most part, ask if youd like clarity) and post about things other than true crime so nontccblr please interact!
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rp-partnerfinder · 2 months
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Hello, friends! I'm seeking some new roleplay partners, 21+ preferred but 18+ minimum! I typically default to advanced literate when it comes to the length of my posts, averaging about five or six paragraphs, but I can easily match novella! Dynamic-wise, I prefer FxF, but I can also do FxM or MxM, so don't be afraid to ask!
Boundary-wise, my general rule is that, if it serves to tell a story, it'll go over fine with me. While I'm fine with NSFW RP, I never want it to be the sole focus of my plots! I care a lot about building up relationships, the world, and character dynamics, and that will always be my primary concern.
Currently, I'm not after fandom roleplay. I have several plots/scenarios/dynamics that I'd like to try out for OCs, though! It's worth noting that I like to make my OCs from scratch for each new interaction, so I don't have a list for you to look at, but I don't expect the same from my partners! I know what it's like to have an OC you adore.
Listed below are some of what I had in mind! I've bolded the part I'd like to play... prompts without something bolded mean I can go either way. Feel free to like this post if you're interested, and I'll reach out to you as soon as I can. Happy writing, everyone!
DYNAMICS:
Serial Killer x Serial Killer Serial Killer x Victim Criminal x Detective Ghost x Living Person Ancient Vampire x Younger Vampire Vampire x Human Pirate x Mermaid Mermaid x Siren Immortal x Time Traveler SCENARIOS: Arranged Marriage Mafia Family or Organized Crime Modern Fantasy Space Superhero Universe Celebrities Neighbors Reunited High School Sweethearts
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jamethinks · 22 days
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I’m about to set my clothes on fire so midnight headcanon:
When Yor and Yuri were young sometimes Yor would have to head out for a midnight job and Yuri would try to follow her so in order to get him to stop she have a big poster of Donovan Desmond and would put it up by the front door so anytime he went into the living room it would stare at him and he would run back into his room.
For some ungodly reason their father told them that the Desmonds eat people and they’re skin walkers so Yor embellished that already insane story and told Yuri that now that a Desmond is prime minister they have hunters all around looking for young kids to serve up to him and his skin walker family.
This coincides with the rumor that Donovan plotted to cause the train crash that killed the prime minister but also their parents (not on purpose) so Yor told him that after their parents died Donovan and his family ate them and they’re looking for them next.
So of course now Yuri is irrationally afraid of Donovan and actually is afraid to meet. His team found out he was afraid of him and decided to replace all the photos of Yor with photos of Donovan and when he saw them he literally had a panic attack and started hyperventilating and that’s how everyone found out Yuri has a genuine phobia of Donovan
(In case you don’t get it uh it’s directly related to unsolved trauma about his parents death. Obviously telling a 7 year old their parents got eaten is not a good idea but you know. Check tags for more info)
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