#fic: look at you a killer

[rweoutofthewoods]

What? Oh, this? Yeah it's just that scene from worst case kid but from james' POV 🤭

[triglycercule]

nightmare viewing the murder time three as little toys but more in like a little spoiled kid kinda way. because it would be funny and if you take into the account that he was like 6 before getting corrupted and do some mental loopholes it would be even funnier. like these are his dolls (killer dust and horror) and this is their barbie dreamhouse (his castle). they all have to stay in one room because nightmare needs to keep his toys in a toy box. the toys only ever come out when he wants to play but oh damn it they keep on breaking out!! silly toys,,, and then he locks them into the room again.

nightmare serves them food with plastic tea cups and plastic plates and there is no food. there is no tea. they have to imagine the food because dolls can't literally eat. there are food containers and stuff in the house but its all just a bunch of empty boxes. horror starts tweaking out after he scavenges the kitchen and finds a cereal box and milk carton that have NOTHING in it (why keep empty boxes?????)

they have to go where he wants them to go. nightmare gets to dress them up in whatever he wants because theyre his dolls they can wear anything he wants. it gets incredibly embarrassing when the trio is forced to wear pink pretty dresses and fight like that. or they have to go around the castle doing stupid fucking roleplays and it gets weird because theyre being forced to reenact a bullying scene and nightmare's giving them the death stare if they don't get it right (is this projection. this must be some form of coping mechanism dust theorizes)

and then you know nightmare's not exactly the best toy owner so he loses a few of his dolls here and there. maybe they get destroyed when he was playing a bit too rough with them! (killer dies in battle for like the 29th time) but its okay because he can just go back on down to the store (something new) and buy. wait no. steal another doll and then put it back in his dreamhouse and BOOM he has a full set again!! so sweet so cute. his dolls don't have consciousness what are you talking about theyre begging to be let go?? that's all just your imagination. what do you mean you're asking about the several slowly dying bodies with removed arms or legs in his dungeon. oh that's just where the broken but not yet destroyed toys go dw theyre fine its humane

[hanakou-often]

Who wants some vampire x werewolf Hanakou?

[luminousjellyfishy]

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GUYS IT'S A COMIC

I CAN MAKE COMICS???

APPARENTLY??

This is a scene from 'New Friends ^^' by @woaaahh-itz-caam and you should 100% go read it because it's awesome

OG text, no-words version, and fic link beneath the cut:

[analogwriting]

Childhood Crush

Chapter One: Tungsten

Killer x gn!reader word count: 2.4k a/n: i like the thought of kid throwing a wrench at people when they annoy him. next

“Careful…careful…” You were muttering to yourself as you were moving hot iron to the water. You were currently in your workshop just outside the house, working on a commission. You were just about done with it too, and ahead a schedule. 

But not for long.

WHAM!

You jumped, your work clattering to the floor and you cursed loudly. “What the fuck!” You turned around, seeing your brother standing in the doorway. “You know the fuckin’ rule, tungsten!” you shouted at him.

“WHATEVER. I HAVE A FRIEND OVER SO DON’T BOTHER US!” 

You stared at him, absolutely flabbergasted. “So you come and bother me instead? What the fuck kinda back asswards logic is that?”

“Fuck you!” He started to run back inside.

“Fuck you!” You shouted after him, sighing. Then it dawned on you what he said. Wait, a friend? Was it a girl? Was it that Victoria girl that he didn’t shut up about sometimes? You immediately dropped what you were doing, running off into the house.

Just as your brother did, you burst into his room with no hesitation. “EUSTASS YOU HAVE A FRIEND OVER? IS IT THAT VIC-” You immediately stopped as your eyes fell on, not a girl, but a boy. A very fine boy. He looked to be about your age, so only a few older than Eustass himself. You felt your cheeks heat up suddenly, but quickly recovered.

“BIGS, WHAT THE FUCK. I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME IN HERE!”

“Uh, considerate payback. Anyway, didn’t realize you swung that way.” A mischievous smile overtook your face. “Just know, little tungsten, that I still love you, no matter who you end up loving.” 

You watched as Eustass’ face turned as red as his hair. “FUCK OFF, BIGS.” You cackled ducking as he threw a wrench at you. You squeaked as you saw him jump off his bed. “Fuckin’ - GET BACK HERE!” 

Almost tripping over your own two feet, you ran down the hallway to your own room, slamming the door. You listened as he shouted at you through the door, trying to knock it down with his fists while you just cackled.

Oh man, he was so easily pissed off and it provided endless entertainment for yourself.

--

Eventually, he stopped banging on the door and you listened to his footsteps recede. You let out a small sigh and opened the door once the coast was clear. You headed out to your own little smithy, cleaning up your mess. You cursed silently to yourself as you saw the state of the blade you had. It might be salvageable but you didn’t have much hope. You’d definitely be set back, but you worked quick, so you’d still meet your deadline.

After the fiasco at your house all those years ago, you had ended up taking Eustass and running. You dropped out of school and started working at the local blacksmith to pick up some kind of trade. Your father had already worked there before and he was amazing before he downspiralled. Luckily, the blacksmith didn’t hold your father’s demise against you and let you work. Now, you worked at the smithy to earn money to support you and your brother.

It also helped that you were pretty good at your job, so you made decent cash.

You headed back inside once you put everything away, heading towards your brother’s room. This time, you knocked before you entered. The two boys were sitting on Eustass’ bed and your heart started racing upon seeing his friend once more. 

“Hey, I’m getting ready to start dinner, is your friend staying?” You looked at them, glancing at them. His friend shrugged while Eustass nodded. “Yeah.”

“Cool, what do you want me to make?”

Eustass opened his mouth and you held up a hand. “If you say cabbage rolls, I’m going to fight you. We’ve had those every night this week, pick something else. What does your friend like?” You looked at his friend. “I’m y/n, by the way. Older sibling of Eustass, obviously. Three years.”

“Oh right, this is Killer,” Eustass said and you blinked. Killer? What the hell kind of name was that? The hell was he already killing?

“Uh, what?”

“That’s what we call him.” You blinked slowly, processing this. You just nodded. “Okay, whatever.” You rolled your eyes, dramatic.

“Three years? That means you’re a year younger than me, but I haven’t seen you around before,” Killer said, seeming to finally get caught up in the conversation.

“Ah. Right. I dropped out a few years ago to take care of Shithead here.” You jerked your head towards your brother with a lazy grin. You didn’t regret it for a moment, however. You loved your little brother, as much of a shithead as he was.

“Hey!” 

You just grinned at him. “Love ya.” He huffed, folding his arms and pouting.

“Anyway, Killer, do you have any preferences on food? Allergies?” He shook his head and you sighed.

“I need you guys to decide, like, now.” You were growing impatient and hungry. Not a good combination. Irritability rates were increasing each moment they didn’t make a decision. 

They were both silent as they looked at each other like trying to decide. “I mean cabbage rolls don’t sound bad,” Killer said and you narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t enable him, I will literally throw down with you. And make the both of you eat dirt.” His eyes widened, obviously not expecting you to threaten him upon meeting him.

You groaned, putting your hands on your hips as you tried to think of what to cook. “I’ll just make some curry udon, I guess,” you sighed. Suddenly, the both of them shouted.

“NO!”

--

After that day, Killer was over just about every day. You didn’t protest it as long as they stayed out of your hair when you were working out in your smithy. You were able to actually function around Killer without having to hard reboot your brain every time you saw him. Your heart still raced sometimes, but you just chalked it off to some childhood crush that you’d eventually grow out of.

Besides, he was your brother’s best friend. There was definitely some bro code that went against that. 

During the days, Eustass was typically out for a while and didn’t return until well after dark. You were typically always up working - you also worried about him quite a bit. You couldn’t rest easy until you knew he was okay. If he was ever going to be gone overnight he always told you, which you appreciated. He knew you worried - especially now that he came home with some cuts and bruises. Probably fighting.

You continued cooking dinners for your brother, Killer joining most nights. You were definitely shocked when Killer had asked you to teach him to cook. He had said he enjoyed the pasta you had made and wanted to know how to make some himself, so you decided to help him out a little bit.

This was one of those nights.

“Where did you learn to cook anyway, y/n?” Killer asked as you guided him through the process of making noodles from scratch.

“Well, since it was kind of always just me ‘n Eus, I didn’t really have a choice. I just kinda taught myself.” You shrugged as you kneaded the dough. 

“Yeah, but all you made was potatoes,” Eustass grumbled from the table as he tinkered on some project he was working on. You turned to glare at him. “It’s the cheapest thing I could find. And they’re very-.” 

“Versatile, yeah, yeah. That’s what you always say,” he grumbled, focusing on his task at hand and you felt your face heat up as Killer grinned at Eustass’ words. You shot a glare his way before looking at your brother. “Maybe I’ll go back to making just potatoes, or make you learn yourself,” you huffed.

“You’re teaching Killer how to cook - I’ll just have him cook for me instead!” Your brother cackled. You threw your hands up. “Then let’s have him cook dinner, yeah?” You wiped the flower off your hands onto your apron and removed it.

“You’re on your own for dinner - good luck.”

The laughter in the room immediately stopped. “Wait, Bigs. I was joking. Please make dinner.” There was a panicked look in Eustass’ face. Sure, you were teaching Killer how to cook but he had a long way to go. “Killer’s cooking isn’t as good as yours I already know.” 

A grin spread across your face and you put your apron back on. “That’s what I thought.”

“Hey, y/n, what’s this?” You looked over to Killer, seeing a tattered cookbook in his hands. “Sorry, I got flour on it.” 

“Oh, that’s my first cookbook. It’s alright, it’s been through a lot. A little flour won’t kill it.” You took it in your own hands gently, carefully flipping through it.

--

“Bigs! I’m home!” Eustass’ voice rang through the house. “I’m in my room, tungsten!” Small footsteps could be heard as he ran towards your room. You had started calling him tungsten since you learned that it was such a strong metal and it made you think of your little brother. Despite everything that happened, he kept going. He had said it would take a lot more than that to break him.

So, when you learned what tungsten was - the nickname was born.

He stood in the doorway and you looked up at him. You noticed his hands behind his back and went to ask when he beat you to the point. “I got you something!” He had a giant grin on his face.

You sat up, closing your book. “Alright, what is it?” 

“First of all - happy birthday,” he said, his smile turning more shy. You blinked. Oh shit, that’s right. Today was your birthday. Eleventh to be exact. A soft expression slowly spread across your features. “Thank you, tungsten,” you said with a small smile. 

“Now, here’s your present!” He handed you a very terribly wrapped present, but you could tell he really tried and it warmed up your heart. You wanted to cry. Your brother might be crass and drive you absolutely insane, but he really cared - it showed in his actions. 

You removed the paper, realizing the book was upside down and you flipped it over. You read the cover and let out a small chuckle. “A cookbook?” You looked at him.

He nodded, giving you a sheepish grin. “I figured we could have something besides potatoes for once.” 

You gasped. “But you love my potatoes!”

“But not every night!” 

“Alright, that’s fair.” You laughed, ruffling his hair. “Thank you, I really love it.” You opened it, taking a look through it. It all seemed simple enough. “What do you say I make something from this tonight? I just went shopping earlier, so we should have plenty of ingredients.”

Eustass’ face lit up and he nodded quickly. “Oh hell yeah!” 

You laughed as you heard him curse. You didn’t bother scolding him because you could be just as bad if not worse. You knew that it was only going to get worse as the two of you grew older, so might as well not stress about it.

“Alright. Go and start on your homework. Then wash up, I’ll call you when dinner’s done.” Eustass grinned widely and nodded, scurrying off to do as you asked.

You headed into the kitchen, looking through the book. Your eyes landed on a recipe that looked easy and simple. It took a couple of hours, but the prep was simple enough. 

“Tungsten! Dinner!” You heard a crash followed by excited footsteps and you laughed to yourself. You could hear just how excited he was. You knew he liked your cooking, but you also understood that having the same thing every night could make anyone hate something.

By the time you turned around, your brother was at the small table in the kitchen practically bouncing up and down in the chair. “My, hungry?”

“Yes!” 

You set the plate in front of him and he blinked. “What is it?”

“They’re cabbage rolls. At least that’s what the recipe says.” You watched your brother as he poked at it with his fork. You narrowed your eyes. “It’s not potatoes, just like you wanted. Now quit playing with your food and eat it, tungsten.”

Eustass eyeballed them for a moment more before actually eating it. You watched as his face lit up. “These are really good!” You felt relief wash over you. You were worried you chose the wrong recipe to try first. Making your own plate, you sat with him.

“I think these are my new favorite!” 

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m sure the more we eat - your opinion will change.”

“I don’t know, these are really good.” You just smiled at him, glad that he enjoyed your cooking. It just made you want to cook more and try new things. 

--

“And they’re still my favorite food,” Eustass mused as you finished your recollection of it. Killer looked between the both of you. “Wow, I didn’t know he could be such a sap.”

“Hey!” Eustass called from his chair, throwing a wrench at Killer. You snatched it before it hit him. “Eustass! Do not throw a wrench at our guest! Just because you have ass in your name doesn’t mean you gotta act like one.” You looked at him absolutely flabbergasted that he’d do such a thing. Well, he threw them at you whenever you were being annoying, but that was different.

“Hey!”

“It’s a fucking wrench - what were you thinking?” You looked at Killer. “Are you o-” You stopped as you noticed he was just staring at you in astonishment.

“Y-You caught that without even trying.” He seemed amazed by your movements. Well, you have been keeping up with your fighting skills just in case. You just didn’t fight random people like your brother did. 

“Uh…well…I wasn’t just going to let him assault you.” You brushed it off, setting the wrench down. 

“Oh, I guess you’ve never seen Bigs in action, huh, Killer?” Eustass smirked. “They’re one of the best fighters I’ve ever fuckin’ seen.”

“I haven’t fought in years.”

“But you obviously still got it.”

He had you there. “Well, anyway. No more throwing wrenches. It’s dangerous.”

“Ugh. Okay.” Eustass reached across the table, grabbing his tool and getting back to his project.

“Now, where were we? Oh right, how to begin actually crafting the noodles.” You turned around to resume your cooking lesson, unaware of the boy next to you staring at you from under his bangs as he pretended to listen.

[johnslittlespoon]

i know it came out a few years too late for tough and sweet, but i'm currently thinking about john and gale fucking in gale's truck with sex on fire playing on the radio 👍🏻 some quiet country road, windows rolled down because it's too hot to deal with them fogging up, muggy summer air, clothes half–off, hands sliding on sweat–slick skin, etc

[lugei]

ive been told this website might have a bias for murderous gay people so im trying to move over here.

so these are my children. they star in my fic ive been writing for 15 months at this point and you guys would probably get a kick out of them??

please watch over them for me. not because i care for them but because theyre a danger to those around them. i swear they are not okay

[frankiebirds]

so. this scene has been talked about a lot:

I think this scene is a really interesting example of the criminal minds writers giving tiny pieces of character backstories that are never elaborated upon, (or, more broadly, forgetting early established character details) because unlike a lot of examples where lines are said and immediately forgotten about, I do think this revelation informs a lot of Hotch's character. I'm not necessarily saying that the writers always had it in mind when writing Hotch that he experienced childhood abuse, but I do feel like you can see the ways in which he was affected. I don't know—this made more sense in my head, but it feels a little less forgotten about and a little less thrown in than some other examples. I think a big difference between this scene and some later ones is that:

The trauma happened pre-series

and

It was established in the first season.

criminal minds isn't great at letting their characters be affected by their in-series trauma for more than a few episodes (and then maybe it'll come up once or twice down the line because the writers remembered it happened) and a lot of later instances* of characters being revealed to have some major pre-series trauma suffer because the impact it would have reasonably had on them isn't consistent with earlier portrayals and sometimes even contradicts established information.

not that it can't be interesting to look at those earlier portrayals of their characters with the backstory that is added later. again, this all made more sense in my head: essentially, the reason i think this feels different to me is that the writers knew when they started writing hotch that he was abused as a child, while other characters who have traumatic backstories revealed have those backstories added much later, and so the writers have a not-great choice between showing the effects their trauma had on them when there was no sign of it earlier, or moving on with their character as if none of it ever happened.

*i'd like to quickly establish that i'm not talking about morgan here. that was also a pretty early reveal and feels consistent enough with early characterization that i wouldn't be shocked if the idea was first floated while season one was being written

[ladyluscinia]

*stumbles out of the Teen Wolf / Criminal Minds crossover tag covered in blood* none of you understand Stiles Stilinski

[nina-ya]

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE HAPPY THURSDAY!! We are so so close to the weekend let’s keep pushing!! I hope you all have an amazing day 💕💕

[shiningstarr15]

I love how “Gregory has PTSD” is an official tag on ao3, but “Vanessa has PTSD” is not…

[animangalover-writes]

For once I'd like to go into the jigsquad tag and not see people hating on Logan.

He needs to be there to give us that straight white boy loser energy!!!

He needs to be the tired older brother that's just trying to deal with his younger siblings(apprentices) while helping dad with work(making traps)!!!

[catelyngrant]

the blood sacrifice (succession, rated t)

“So,” Tom says finally, breaking the near-silence that had descended over the group in the last twenty minutes. “I didn’t know—was that normal? Is that normal whale behavior?”

Gerri stares at him, her gaze slightly unfocused without her glasses. “Well, I don’t know, Tom,” she says, not bothering to keep the condescending edge from her voice the way she usually does. “I’m gonna go ahead and say that no, I don’t think it was.”

A hunk of metal floats past their little lifeboat, followed by a cushion from one of the deck chairs. In the distance, the wrecked skeleton of the yacht bobs and continues to sink.

Rest on AO3.

or, the one where orcas attack the yacht.

[quietwingsinthesky]

unfortunately i unironically enjoy stupid my little pony horror stories why am i like this

[killerandhealerqueen]

Me staring at my latest Killer and Healer fic that currently now has 15K words and isn’t even finished yet and has to be edited to fix the beginning: why are we like this?

[sysig]

Dance, fucker, dance (Patreon)