#KILLING

[castielsprostate]

venom not healing eddie a lot in venom 3, only pivotal points where they absolutely had to, because he knew that eddie would have to be without them. venom was silently getting eddie used to hangovers and pain again to make themselves believe it'd be easier for eddie to live without venom that way

[fitsofgloom]

Kriminal Tango

[americanmarketplace]

CONSTITUTIONAL REPUBLIC NOT A DEMOCRACY!!!!!!

PEOPLE WE ARE NOT A DEMOCRACY WE ARE A CONSTITUTIONAL REPUBLIC !!!!!!!!! DEMOCRATS WANT A DEMOCRACY TO TAKE AWAY YOUR INDIVIDUAL RIGHTS !!!!!!! DEMOCRACY HAS NO INDIVIDUAL RIGHTS MAJORITY RULES !!!!!! PLEASE STOP THIS DEMOCRACY CRAP ITS A TOTAL LIE < FOR THE LOVE OF GOD START THINKING FOR YOURSELVES DO SOME RESEARCH AND LEARN THE FACTS !!!!!!

[mikufunfacts]

if miku shot someone . would she go to jail

miku fun fact #152

in order to go to jail, there must be evidence. miku wouldn't be so sloppy.

[thegoodmorningman]

Good Morning! Are you even looking at the corner?

[undertale-and-deltarune-kinner]

ME AND MY PARTNER REAL!!!! You cannot say otherwise. >:)

[chernobog13]

Italian poster for the 1966 film Golden Bat (aka Ogon Bat).

They got the head and shape of the costume mostly right, but then they went off the rails.

I guess, with the (translated) title The Return of Diavolik, the Italian exhibitors thought they would be able to fill theaters with people who thought this was a film based on Diabolik. Diabolik, an Italian comic book character created in 1962, was a mega-popular at the time, an anti-hero thief in an all-black costume that only showed his eyes. Diabolik made it to the big screen in the Mario Bava-directed film Danger: Diabolik (1968). American actor John Phillip Law (who would later star in 1974's The Golden Voyage of Sinbad) played the titular super-thief.

As you can see, there isn't really any resemblance between the two characters.

However, there is another Italian comic book anti-hero, one whose comic book costume was basically copied for the Golden Bat poster: Kriminal.

Inspired by the success of Diabolik, Kriminal debuted in Italian comics two years later. He was another anti-hero thief, and the similarities with Diabolik didn't stop there. He was, though, much more sadistic than his inspiration. His stories included a lot more sex and violence, especially against women, whom he would murder to protect his identity.

Never as successful as his forbear, Kriminal nevertheless had a ten-year run in comics, and spawned two films:

Kriminal (1966). He really looks like Golden Bat in that second poster.

The Mark of Kriminal (1967).

Of course, none of these characters should be confused with another fellow with a skeleton motif: Sadistik, the Diabolical Super Kriminal!

Originally named Killing when he debuted in Italian comics (fumetti, to be more precise) in 1966, Sadistik was inspired by the excesses of Kriminal. There's just one thing: Sadistik didn't think Kriminal went far enough, so he made sure to out-do his idol (whom he had a crossover with, the first in Italian comics). This guy didn't pretend to be an anti-hero; he was an out-and out villain who occasionally wiped out other crooks who got in his way.

He was known as Satanik in France (Killing just seemed a little on-the-nose), and Sadistik in the English-speaking world. His fumetti exploits only lasted 62 issues over three years in his native Italy. In Argentina, where he was still called Killing, the publishers there created their own stories when the original ones ran out. The Argentinian series lasted into the 1980s.

Additionally, the character was called KiLiNK in Turkey, where he was the star of several unauthorized films (I sometimes wonder if that's the only kind Turkey made) in the late 1960s and early 1970s. The best known of those films is 1967's Killing In Istanbul.

Apparently, the son of a scientist KiLiNK kills somehow gains super-powers, and calls himself Superman. His battle with KiLiNK carries over to the sequel, which was released the same year.

Anyway, what was I talking about when I started this post?

[cryonvin]

I had no sleep tonight I hope this doesnt flop BUT OMG GUYS THEM?!

[nalyra-dreaming]

Louis said he killed ~7000 people,do you think that's a lot even for a vampire knowing he stopped around the year 2000?

I'm wondering if we will ever see why he stopped killing and if he will go back to his instinct after the Loumand divorce.

It's so funny because Lestat and Claudia were begging him to kill but he really started killing after her death and stops when he will probably go back with Lestat.

So both of them will never witness in his full glory the hunting-machine-killer-Louis

... Louis didn't kill 7000 people. He killed way more. He killed 7000 people THEN. In that time frame he refers to. In the time of NOLA and being in Romania.

Let's do the math.

Happy/good/mediocre years in NOLA: at least 1 per night, until Louis tries to feed on rats: roughly 3000-4000, would be my estimate.

The time laying low, feeding on rats, then feeding again after Claudia came back: Another 1000 at least.

Now as per Europe: They say the blood was bad, and not satisfying. They're cold, and malnourished. They probably had to kill more to sate the hunger. They were in Europe, traveling, for roughly 5 years. We are shown how they kill the soldiers at the street check - at least 5 soldiers, and the way they looked at each other makes me believe that wasn't a singular occurrence. They had to feed a lot when they could, too, so my guess would be at least 2 per night, so another 3000 at least.

That brings us to that 7000 (or more).

In Paris Louis tries to live of pigeons, until the trial is over. Then he goes on a killing spree. We hear he regularly goes off and "fucks and kills" from Armand later.

Between 1949 and 2000: 51 years. Even by keeping it low, keeping the killing sprees out of this, that's roughly 20000.

Young vampires (as Louis is still) need more blood, not less, so the number is likely way higher, even with him withholding and trying to control his hunger.

So the number we're looking at is likely more like 30000 to 40000, imho.

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All this said^^: I do not think he will go back to killing just yet. He will though, book canonically. Because by accepting himself he accepts his vampiric self as well, and thereby accepts the hunger.

Lestat and Louis go hunting together in the books when they're back together. As this is where we're headed for, ultimately, I do expect Louis to hunt again, eventually.

And they will revel in it then, I bet.

[da1stninjagofangirl]

Are they fr

[fitsofgloom]

A Phantom Killing

[knoepfl]

Shadows of Halloween Night

Characters:

Michael Myers: The infamous and silent figure known as "The Shape." Relentless, emotionless, and terrifying to everyone—except for the reader. Michael possesses a unique connection with his girlfriend, which brings out a rare, protective side in him. Although still driven by darkness, he shows her an unexpected tenderness that few would believe.

Reader: Michael’s girlfriend, drawn to his quiet yet deadly nature. She is fearless when it comes to him and understands the depths of his loyalty and protectiveness. While others see only a monster, she sees the complexity within, knowing that she is the only person Michael would ever let close. She walks by his side, knowing full well the darkness he holds.

Masterlist

Trigger Warnings: Violence, brief depiction of murder, possessive behavior, dark themes

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It was Halloween night in Haddonfield, and the streets were teeming with laughter and excitement. The houses were decorated with grinning jack-o'-lanterns, their flickering candles casting eerie shadows on the sidewalks. Fake cobwebs hung from porches, ghosts and skeletons dangled from trees, and children darted from door to door, bags bulging with candy. The whole town was alive with an electric energy, but your heart was set on a different thrill.

You waited at the edge of an old playground, hidden in the dim light as you scanned the streets for him. It felt like he was everywhere and nowhere, the chill in the air whispering that he was close. And then, just like that, he emerged from the shadows.

Michael Myers, his mask pale against the night, approached you with that steady, silent stride. Your heart pounded, but not from fear. He had that effect on you, a strange mix of danger and comfort, the thrill of knowing you were the only one he allowed close. When he extended his bare hand, scarred and calloused, you slipped yours into it without hesitation.

Together, you wandered through the crowded streets, watching costumed figures drift past like ghosts. Some laughed, some screamed, and some even pointed at Michael, assuming his outfit was just a costume. You felt a dark amusement in knowing they had no idea who he truly was.

As you passed by a haunted house attraction on the corner, the muffled sounds of chainsaws and screams floated out. You glanced at Michael, catching the subtle tilt of his head as he listened, almost intrigued. You gave him a small smile, tugging him forward. "Come on, the real scares are right here," you whispered, a hint of mischief in your voice.

The two of you made your way to a quieter side street, away from the crowds. The sounds of Halloween were distant here, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl. You were about to say something when a stranger stumbled out from behind a tree, reeking of alcohol and slurring his words. He was dressed like a pirate, his eye makeup smeared and hat askew, clearly intoxicated.

He glanced at you, his gaze lingering a little too long. "Hey there, sweetheart," he said, his voice dripping with misplaced confidence as he took a step toward you. “Got some candy for me?”

You tensed, instinctively stepping back. "Not interested," you said firmly, trying to move away. But he reached out, his hand brushing against your arm, and a cold anger flared within you.

Before you could react, Michael was there. His hand clamped down on the man’s shoulder, squeezing hard. The pirate spun around, his confident smirk vanishing as he looked up at Michael’s emotionless mask.

“H-Hey, man, chill. It’s just Halloween…” he stammered, attempting to laugh it off.

Michael didn’t move, his grip tightening, and the man’s laughter faded into a frightened silence. In one swift, brutal motion, Michael’s hand wrapped around the man’s throat, lifting him effortlessly. The pirate struggled, his eyes wide with panic as he clawed at Michael’s wrist, but Michael didn’t waver. You watched, heart racing, knowing that Michael was protecting you in his own terrifying way.

With a final twist, Michael released him, letting the pirate crumple to the ground, motionless. The sound of distant laughter and faint Halloween music was the only noise breaking the silence.

Michael turned back to you, and for a moment, his dark eyes met yours, a flicker of something softer than usual flashing behind the mask. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. It was a silent reminder—you were safe with him.

You slipped your hand into his again, squeezing it lightly. "Let’s keep going," you whispered, the thrill of Halloween night settling over you both as you continued down the darkened streets.

As you walked, you passed by children giggling over their candy, couples taking selfies with spooky decorations, and families marveling at haunted house displays. But you felt separate from them, drifting through the night with your own dark companion. The two of you were like shadows in the flickering orange glow of the jack-o'-lanterns, slipping through the night unseen, yet ever-present.

The town was none the wiser to the man behind the mask, and to them, Halloween was just a fun, spooky holiday. But for you, Halloween was more—a night to embrace the darkness, a night to be with Michael, hand in hand, until the first light of dawn chased the shadows away.

[queerism1969]

[siya-sayani]

From having suicidal thoughts to having homicidal thoughts... depressed people grew up 🌷🌷🌷

[downfalldestiny]

With the help of the European Union, the United States, and the United Kingdom, the Israeli terrorist organization, the Occupiers, are committing genocide against the Palestinian people of Gaza and the surrounding area. They are also killing children, terrorizing people, animals, and even cutting all form of life, bombarding hospitals, civilian buildings, and every corner of the city's streets. They are even calling the local population of that land terrorists by deploying their propaganda machine, but even this will never be able to block the light of truth—that is,

the Oath of Allah 🖤 !.