#unidentified serial killers

[pttucker]

[The Unidentified Wall says, "Don't save them."] "What? What nonsense is this?" [The Unidentified Wall says, "If they die here, you can be Kim Dokja's only friend.]

Well that got real dark real fast.

Not to mention Unidentified Wall went from "stay away from Kim Dokja, he's bad news" to full on serial killer stalker "kill everyone he knows and he'll have to be with you."

Like, I know Unidentified Wall was pretty aggressive to Dokja when he tried to use it while Jang Hayoung was sleeping (to save his dying mom and friend!) but this is sending out such red flags.

[potheadpophead]

In another life I would have been an unidentified corpse from a serial killer in the 70s and 80s.

[eve-was-framed]

A serial killer of Indigenous women is on trial and has plead not guilty because he did what he did due to “mental illness”

“In an unexpected development on Monday, his lawyers said their client has admitted the killings but will argue he is not criminally responsible due to a mental disorder.

Families of the victims say they want him held responsible for the murders.

Jeremy Skibicki's victims - Morgan Harris, 39, Marcedes Myran, 26, Rebecca Contois, 24, and a fourth unidentified woman who has been given the name Mashkode Bizhiki'ikwe, or Buffalo Woman - are all First Nations women.

Prosecutors accuse the Winnipeg native, who is in his mid-30s, of taking the women home and sexually assaulting them before murdering them between March and May of 2022.”

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Bonten - With Debbie Jelinsky Male Reader

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Okay! So, I decided that the business partner, named Matsumoto Jun because I can't keep calling him 'Business Partner', is embezzling money from Bonten. Bonten is planning to kill him but the reader beats them to it. I hope this is what you wanted 🫓Flatbread Anon. —Benny🐰

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Sakūmou [Name], now known as Matsumoto [Name] has always been sensitive and delicate in outward appearance. His wide doe eyes and pretty smiles have always drawn in those who look for love in someone that seemingly needs their protection.

It really is such a shame though, that they had no clue what kind of monster they had just let into their life. They had no idea just how mush blood the unassuming and fragile looking man had on his hands.

And this too was the case for Matsumoto Jun, [Name]'s latest husband.

Matsumoto Jun, 46 years old, owns Matsumoto Industrial, a construction company that became very successful after gaining a partnership with Bonten.

Jun met his darling husband at a high end bar a year ago where he became absolutely smitten upon first laying his eyes upon the fragile looking [Name]. He was quick to strike up a conversation involving his business successes and his vast accumulation of wealth in an attempt to impress h/c-ette, and oh, was that the biggest mistake he ever made.

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"Holy shit."

Says a shocked Sanzu as he looks through the window of the building opposite to them with the binoculars in hand.

"What is it?"

Kakucho groans in annoyance as he glances at the pinkette he was partnered with.

The two were sent to stake out the condo of Matsumoto Jun; one of Bonten's business partners who was suspected of embezzling money from Bonten; to make absolutely sure that they were in fact embezzling. It'd be a waste to kill off a good source of income over a false observation, after all.

So the two of them settled in on the roof of the building directly across from their target's condo and waited.

"Some guy just knocked 'im the fuck out. Well, looks like our jobs gonna be done for us. Let's go, I'm expecting some of the good shit later."

The pinkette smirked as he began to pack up some of the equipment brought with them.

"What? No! What if he ends up being fine after this? How would Mikey react to a failed job from you of all people? We should stay here and wait it out."

The partially blind man argues as he snatches the bag Sanzu was repacking and puts it off to the side.

The pinkette growls, muttering a small 'fine', before he looks through the binoculars again. He watches the unidentified man passed the window several times; grabbing several items and bringing them to another room out of view. The man then drags the unconscious target slowly across the room, clearly having trouble, before stopping midway and turning his head to the window. Sanzu flinches as it seems the man looks right into his eyes before he approaches the window and quickly closes the curtains.

"Shit. Did you get a picture of 'im?"

Sanzu asks as he quickly resumes packing up their equipment.

"Already sent it to Kokonoi."

"Matsumoto [Name]. Other names being Sakūmou [Name], Yamamoto [Name], Sato [Name], and [Surname] [Name].

He's currently married to your target, Matsumoto Jun, but has been married three times before now. Sakūmou Kenjirou, Yamamoto Taiga and Sato Shuichi were both found mysteriously dead in their homes with all of their finances depleted.

This guy seems to be a serial killer so you both need to be fucking quick; we can't loose out on any of our income, you hear me! I'm sending the Haitani's too, they should be there any minute now."

Kokonoi says quickly through the phone, belting out information as fast as possible as their time is running out.

On cue the Haitanis pulled in front the condo, meeting Sanzu and Kakucho on the side walk as the two fill them in on the vital information while they make their way inside.

"You remember our first date, Jun? Oh, it was so magical! You took me out to dinner on top of the Tokyo Tower and to top the night off, you got me this gorgeous mink coat!"

[Name] coos at his bound and gagged husband as he gracefully walks around him in a circle, tracing his hand across his chest, shoulders and back as he holds a pistol with the other hand.

The h/c-ette runs his fingers over the soft, expensive furred coat that he wore, smiling fondly at the memory. He stops behind the balding man and rests his hand on his shoulder, giving a harsh squeeze as he digs his manicured nails in.

"But it's not enough. You took me into your home, you provided for me, but did you love me? Really love me? ...So I— I killed. So I maimed. So I destroyed one innocent life after another. But aren't I a human being? Don't I yearn and... ache and... shop? Don't I deserve your love ...your money?"

[Name] whines out to him, face drawn into a pout as he swings the gun in his hand around with each enunciation of his words. His e/c eyes becoming glassy with unshed tears and his cheeks and nose flushing a soft pink hue.

"Mmnph hhmp hn ghmp hngh hmp"

The bound Jun attempts to speak through his gag to now avail, but [Name] can see how he generally feels from his confused and fearful expression.

The h/c-ette reaches forward and yanks the gag from his husband's mouth, allowing him to speak.

"I— I don't know what you mean by killing... But Baby, I‐I do love you, I promise! I still have so much to spend on you too. Just untie me a‐and it's all water under the bridge."

Jun pleads, his voice shaky as he tries to reason with his homicidal lover.

[Name] stares at him blankly; clearly unimpressed that he hadn't bothered to check on his finances and see that he was dirt poor now that [Name] had cleaned out all of his bank accounts in record time. Might as well let him know.

"You don't actually, I've made sure of that. You don't even have a penny to your name as of now, my darling Jun."

"B‐But that's— No no it's fine! I'm expecting quite a large s‐sum of money from my sponsor, in fact it should have already been deposited by now."

The bound man belts out in desperation, unknowingly sealing his fate from just that revelation alone.

The h/c-ette sprouts a wide eyed smile as he walks around to the front of the chair. He sits the gun aside on a nearby coffee table and grips both of older man's shoulders as he takes a seat on his lap.

"Oh? How much?"

[Name] asks enthusiastically as he flutters his long gorgeous lashes at Jun, running a finger up and down his chest sensually.

The balding man chuckles nervously as he gives his husband a shaky smile, thanking whatever deity that'll listen for allowing him to be a scumbag and start embezzling money.

"3.8 million. A-All for you, Baby."

"Really?... Well, it's just too bad that I don't believe you, isn't it."

The h/c-ette coos, whispering the last part into Jun's ear, as he runs his finger through what's left of the man's graying hair. He stands quietly before taking up his already cocked gun once again and settling it under his husband's chin, his finger on the trigger.

"3.8 million. A‐All for you, Baby."

"Really?..."

"Well shit, there's the proof."

Rindou whispered as he watches the seemingly resolved hostage situation from his crouched position next to the other three executives.

"You think he'll kill him or wil we have to step in and do it? He look pretty satisfied, right now."

Kakucho asks quietly, glancing at his coworkers for their input.

"I don't care either way, really. Hey, you think we can keep him? He's pretty hot, I'd love to get a taste of that."

Ran chuckled, a smirk spreading across his lips as his lustfully eyes trace up and down [Name]'s figure, undressing him with his eyes.

Sanzu groans as he stands abruptly, drawing the attention of the other three. Kakucho attempts to pull him back down but the pinkette aggressively shakes his arm off.

"Let's get this shit over with already. I' just remembered I've got some leftover Blow in my office."

He grumbles in annoyance, he's been sober for way too long and it's really catching up with him now.

BANG!

The sound of a gunshot resonates throughout the condo, the sudden noise startling the four Bonten executives and making them flinch in surprise.

[Name] sighs as he looks at the blood spattered on his once beautiful mink coat before slipping it off his shoulders and tossing it onto the sofa next to his deceased husband.

He looks at Jun's body, his eyes trailing down to his ring adorned hands. Grabbing the rings between his index, middle finger and thumb, the h/c-ette tugs them off of the older man's thick fingers. [Name] smiles, admiring the three rings in his hand for a moment before slipping them into his pocket.

"You know, Jun honey, I would've liked you more if you just gave me the business.—"

The e/c eyed man cood as he stroked his dead husband's bloody cheek.

"—It would've helped if you could've gotten it up as well, but guess it's my fault for marrying a tubby old man, huh."

[Name] stares lovingly at the corpse for a while, stroking his cheek with the backs of his fingers and playing with his blood matted hair.

"Now... What do I do with your body? Hm?"

The h/c-ette asks rhetorically, only to be startled by a voice behind him.

"We'll take the body, pretty.—"

Ran chuckles as he wraps an arm around the e/c eyed man's waist and pulls him in close so the shorters back is flush against his chest.

"—Don't worry, we're not the police, we're Bonten."

And for once, [Surname] [Name] felt like he was prey instead of predator.

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[one-time-i-dreamt]

not a dream, mention of murder, violence, serial killer (who has just been caught), distressing content in general

bawled like a baby when I've read they finally caught LISK (Long Island Serial Killer), from what we know he's been inactive since 2011 so I was worried that the bastard died without his victims receiving justice

I want nothing more than justice for that disgusting scum's victims, and for his unidentified victims to be identified

If it wasn't for Shannan Gilbert, who knows when the bodies would've been found, and it's so distressing to know she almost got away from him and she is likely the reason he got spooked and stopped

my heart hurts so much for all of his victims, he targeted really vulnerable sex workers and stole their lives in the most cruel of ways

it's especially upsetting to know that a number of his victims haven't gotten their names back

Peaches Doe and her toddler, baby Doe

Asian "male" who we are all pretty sure was actually a young trans woman

Fire Island Jane Doe, and all the other possible and unidentified victims :(

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

A Rite Of Passage: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: A case brings you to a small town in Texas that is close to Mexico's border. Someone is killing people who illegally cross the border, and he's a lot closer than you think.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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"A lion's work hours are only when he's hungry; once he's satisfied, the predator and prey live peacefully together." - Chuck Jones

"Hey, where's Hotch?" Emily asks when she walks into the briefing room.

"Budget meeting."

"Maybe he'll give us a raise," Derek jokes.

"They're cutting, not raising. I just hope they don't take the coffee."

"I'd quit," Spencer says.

"Oh, yeah. That'll save 'em like fifty bucks a week."

"Hotch will meet us on the plane," JJ says when she walks in.

"Where are we going?"

"Last night, three decapitated heads were found in front of a sheriff's station in the small border town of Terlingua, Texas."

She passes out the file on the victims which includes pictures of their crime scenes.

"Three victims at once?"

"Actually, they appear to be in different stages of decomposition."

"The ME confirmed that one of the heads is a day or so old. The other two appear to have died a few months ago, but the wound edges suggest that they were decapitated recently," JJ explains.

"There is dirt in their mouth, ears, and nose. At some point, these two heads were buried and then dug up."

"Okay, so why the sudden need to display them?" Emily asks.

"The need may not be so sudden. In Mexico, in 2009 alone, ten heads were in coolers and the people belonging to these heads were killed just hours before they were found. It's the result of a battle between feuding drug cartels."

"The DEA isn't interested?" you ask.

You'd think the Drug Enforcement Association would want a crack at this.

"They asked us to take a look at it. Considering the different decomposition, this might not even be about drugs."

"Alright, what do we have?"

"Well, the victims are two males and one female so there isn't a gender preference. Staging the heads in front of a sheriff's station is aggressive. All three victims are Hispanic and unidentified. Terlingua has a large illegal population. It's made IDing the victims that much harder."

"He might be trying to make some type of political statement. Volunteer border patrols do a lot of personal policing down there. Groups like the Minutemen prize law and order above everything else, and those patrols serve their political agenda. Murder would be bad for their image," Spencer explains.

"Staging the heads in front of a police station suggests that the unsub might be local. He'd have to have knowledge about how to do something like that without being seen. So, what we have is hundreds of miles of unincorporated desert and an endless supply of anonymous victims crossing the border every day."

"It's a serial killer's perfect storm," you sigh.

As JJ said, Hotch met you at the plane when he was done with his meeting.

"Explain this to me. The unsub hunts along the US-Mexico border. How big is that area?"

"Over five thousand square miles of desert," Spencer answers at the same time as you do.

The entire team stares at you two and you look away with heated cheeks.

"He could have gone undetected for years," Hotch says eventually.

"Why announce himself now?"

"What do we know about crime in Terlingua?" Rossi asks.

"It's a stop-over town. Immigrants stay only twenty-four hours before moving on, but that also makes them narco-trafficking hubs. Outside of immigration violations, most of the arrests are drug-related."

"That, my pretties, is an understatement." You look to your left and see Penelope's face on the screen. "Anyone familiar with the Lugo Cartel out of Baja, California? Their greatest hits include multiple brutal murders along with importing and distributing nearly two tons of cocaine and copious amounts of heroin between 1990 and 2009. Now, if we get in our BAU time machine, flash forward to now, a super cheap, highly addictive, and totally impure form of black tar heroin just showed up on the streets of Terlingua, and the DEA thinks the Lugo Cartel is directly responsible."

"They're expanding their operation which is often announced by a wave of violence. The Lugo Cartel killed two DEA agents last year. We're going to need to watch our backs. To Cartels, the Feds are fair game. There's even usually a bounty, so we're going to bring in the toys," Derek talks about the big weapons.

"Be careful with those. I don't need broken MP-5s on our budget," Hotch says.

"Guys, here's the thing. I don't think I technically have authorization to carry a weapon like that," Spencer says.

"You don't," Derek and Hotch say at the same time.

You reach over and put your hand on his arm. You want to grab his hand but he still has a gross ick when it comes to germs. Yes, he held your hand when you were going through it with prison but that was because he decided to. You don't want him to feel like his choice is being taken away when it comes to germs. Instead, you touch something much safer like his arm.

"You know, we're going to have a victim pool that is extremely hesitant to talk to us."

"Prentiss, you and Morgan start with the migrant community, see what inroads you can make. Stress that we're only there to catch a killer. Rossi, Y/N, and Reid, the ME is waiting to show you the heads."

"Maybe they can tell us something," you say.

The entire department only consists of five people including the sheriff. When Hotch and JJ got to the station, eight men were posted outside of it. The fact that they had eight despite there only being five officers inside shows that they outnumber them, asserting their dominance. Deputy Ronald Boyd isn't too worried about it only because those eight men are just a handful of men who work for Omar Morales, the head of the narco-trafficking ring. They picked him up this morning outside of town where he was heading to the airport.

Deputy Boyd would have talked to him only Sheriff Eva Ruiz wouldn't let her men talk to him. Hotch is worried about the men outside but she plans on ignoring them thinking they'll get hot and tired and go away on their own. The reason why she won't let her men talk to Omar is because she doesn't agree that they arrested the right man. The heads at the police station, in her opinion, are a message that demands for her to butt out. Just in the six months she's been Sheriff, there are more than twenty missing immigrants; that's more than three a month or one victim a week.

There hasn't been an official investigation because no one wants to be the snitch. However, she believes that someone has been killing for a lot longer than they let on. The Lugo Cartel kills to send a message, it's how they communicate but Eva seems to think otherwise.

You walk into the ME's office where there are heads in jars so that they can be preserved. You touch the side of the glass and allow the energy to paint you a picture. Fear. Desperation. The victims are running through the open desert as someone wearing a mask is chasing them on a quad made for the terrain. The victims are terrified for their lives but the unsub doesn't show any mercy.

"You know, contrary to popular belief, decapitation is not that easy," Spencer says, bringing you back.

"You don't often hear popular and decapitation In the same sentence," Rossi says.

"You'd need to strike on the weakest point of the spine. It's normally between the C3 and C7 vertebrae. There are multiple strikes but they don't show any hesitation."

"I realize you didn't have much to work with here but outside of the obvious, was there anything unusual about these victims?" Rossi asks the Me.

"The second victim appeared to have been blind, if not completely, then he had cataracts bad enough that it was difficult for him to get around."

"What about the other two?" you ask.

"No."

"I only had their teeth to go by but the most recent victim is older as well as the first one, the woman. It'll take some time to get an accurate age but I'm confident that they were older.'

"We're looking for something that we call a signature. Something that all the victims shared like a physical mark or something postmortem."

"I don't know if this is what you mean," she grabs the reports on them, "but they all had sand residue in their noses and throats."

"Could that be from being buried?" Spencer asks.

"Possibly, but the trachea and the nasal passage were kind of torn up. If I had the lungs here, I'd guess that they were full of sand as well like they breathed in the sand enough to lacerate the passages."

"They were running," you say. "The unsub chased them on quads through the desert. Trust me when I say he didn't show any mercy."

Hotch is able to talk to Omar who isn't too happy to talk to a Fed. Omar is cocky and arrogant only because he knows he or his crew didn't do these murders. If Omar had, he'd gut the victim from crotch to chin then leave the intestines open for the animals to eat. He'd send his hand to his wife, his eyes to his mother, and his tongue to his kids with a note saying their Daddy had died wetting himself. Omar doesn't believe that these murders are a message, none that he recognizes.

Hotch asks him about what he thought of the recent murders only because Omar likes to be a man in control. He has an army standing guard outside the station who will protect him because Omar has somehow convinced them that they need him, and Hotch expects to believe Omar doesn't know what's going on in his town? What Hotch is looking for, according to Omar, is Santa Muerte, the Saint of Death.

The Saint of Death is a drug dealer's version of a doctor's Raphael the Archangel or a cop's Saint Jude--someone they pray to. Omar has learned that someone loses track of the ways they can die when they cross the desert from Mexico. Sometimes, it's easier to blame a superstitious figure than someone real. Santa Muerte has been coming up more and more with the illegals Eva sends back, the coyotes she arrests, and the drug traffickers around town. All of them are afraid.

Evan once handled a homicide where her only witness was a four-year-old girl. She told Eva that her mom and dad were killed by a dragon. It turned out that the bad guy wore a green rainsuit with a pointy hood. To the little girl, it looked like a dragon. So, when hundreds of people are talking about the same monster, it's a sure bet that something is going on. They don't know what to call it so they settle on Santa Muerte.

With a town like this, you're not surprised that by the next morning, another murder has surfaced. This time, there is a head on a post right outside the Sheriff's house. The team heads over there along with some of her own men. You get there before her men do and you approach the head that hasn't been moved. You slide some gloves on and touch the side of his face delicately. This man was trying to cross the border last night with his family. He fell to the ground after not being able to continue either because he couldn't physically or he was sick. It doesn't matter. He was the only one left behind so the unsub targeted him until he killed him.

"I told you we should have kept that bastard locked up."

Eva let Omar go because there was nothing she could charge him with. The officers only had assumptions that he was involved with no evidence. You turn to look at Deputy Boyd and freeze in your steps. He walks past you without so much as a glance in your direction but he doesn't need you. The energy surrounding the head is the same as Deputy Boyd's. He either killed the man or he knew about it to move it to Eva's house. Your first instinct is to shout to the rooftops that Boyd is the unsub but you have to think about this through Hotch's eyes. He'll want evidence so you keep your mouth shut for now.

"I'm telling you for the last time, Boyd, go back on patrol," Eva says.

Boyd rolls his eyes but does as he's told.

"There isn't any decomposition. It's a new victim," Spencer says.

"He's becoming more focused on you, Sheriff. May I have a word?" Hotch asks. He and Eva step off to the side but you can still hear them. "It's clear that this is personal."

"It always was."

"How's that?"

"Look, I have no idea how many of these people have gone missing over the years, but one thing is clear. I'm the only one who seems to give a damn. That's as personal as it gets for me."

"We're here because we care."

"All I've got is a bunch of stories and superstitions. What if it isn't even happening?"

"Sheriff, I can't tell you how long this has been going on but something's definitely happening now. From the way the unsub is acting, it's obvious that you've touched a nerve. Whoever he is, I think you've probably talked to him."

Damn right, she has. He's right under her nose and she doesn't even know. You don't want to talk to her about this now because you don't want to freak her out when you don't have to.

"I've talked to anyone who will listen—drug dealers, immigrants, and even business owners."

"Well, one of them is your Santa Muerte and he's feeling the pressure. When we get back to the station, I want to go over every single interview you've done."

"How? Who are we even looking for?"

"We have a profile to give you and your deputies."

"Hotch, a word?" you butt in. He steps away from the Sheriff and joins your side. "I know I need evidence but you want to know what I saw when Deputy Boyd showed up? His energy matches the one on his head. I didn't see anything else but that can only mean one of two things—he's the one who killed him or he knew about it."

"Pay attention to his behavior during the profile. After, get your evidence."

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[delancey-asks]

Random crime fun fact.

Did you know there's a man by the name of Jack The Ripper who was known as an unidentified serial killer in Whitechapel, London? People suspect him to be a doctor or something of the sort due to him taking the kidney of a victim.

[blindmagdalena]

I’ve recently read your story “Don't Fret Precious (I'm Here)” and I absolutely loved how reader is portrayed! So I’ve been wondering if you plan on writing a part 2 for that story or maybe something similar, a morally grey/crazy obsessed character is my guilt pleasure and I love for that. Anyways, I’m loving this blog and all your writing, it’s absolutely incredible!

thank you so much! Don’t Fret is a personal favorite of mine, and I’m so happy it’s still getting some love.

in case this tickles your fancy any, the third chapter of Say It features the reader being corrupted by Homelander’s power and asking him to kill someone for them. i do have a 4th chapter planned for that bad boy where reader purposefully puts themselves in dangerous situations to lure in scumbags so they can watch Homelander kill them. 😘

i’ve always really enjoyed writing characters who are more on Homelander’s level when it comes to morality. while i don’t have any ideas specifically to continue that verse, i’ve had an idea for ages centered on a serial killer reader that Homelander catches in the act, but decides to cover for because he’s curious about them. they become completely obsessed with each other.

alternatively!! i got an idea recently for a situation where Homelander impulsively kills someone and it’s Bad News for him, so he pins the murder on a yet unidentified serial killer, promising to capture them. however, this alter-ego of his proves to be very useful, and he continues killing under the alias… until one day there’s a copycat killing, and he really does have a killer to find! turns out the reader is a BIG fan of his, and figured out his little secret.

anyways i’m just rambling at you now!! the short answer is yes, i absolutely do plan to write more stories with morally questionable to completely unhinged readers. 🖤

[ravcns]

Cool With You

spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: you are hardcore crushing on your coworker not knowing he feels the same and everyone else sees it but you two

tw: usual criminal minds stuff, violence, choking, near death experiences

You were waiting to get coffee; the kitchenette was quite crowded since everyone needed it. Your attention was on him though as he added two packs of sugar to his coffee. Then you saw something out of the ordinary he was making another cup of coffee, adding a generous amount of creamer to it. He was walking your way you hoped your staring went unnoticed. “Coffee the way you like it; enough creamer until the drink turns almost white.” Spencer said with a smile, handing it to you. Upon taking a sip you realized it tastes similar to when you would make it. You thanked him, hoping that drinking the coffee would hide the blush growing on your face. The team watched on as the two of you avoided eye contact.

It seemed the only people oblivious to your secret crushes were you two. For a team of profilers they put it together quite fast; the lingering stares when the other wasn’t looking, small gestures, things you both remembered about eachother that even the team didn’t, and of course the most obvious sign was the way you both clammed up when somebody asked you about one another. But of course it was chalked down to, “We are just really good friends.” Neither of you wanted to admit it for some reason and it was painful to watch, even for Hotch. When Spencer came over to play with Jack the ever so observant kid could see it too. “You like Y/n.” Jack said, putting a puzzle piece down. This caught Spencer off guard. He quickly replied, “I do not she is my colleague and good friend; I respect her.” Though he did stumble over a few words, causing Hotch to laugh from the kitchen; Spencer wanted to crawl in a hole. “How’s the puzzle going?” Hotch asked, coming out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee for himself and water for Spencer. “Daddy, Uncle Reid has a crush on Y/n!” The energetic child stated. Aaron even cracked a smile at this, “Oh really?” He said. “Hotch I don’t.” Spencer responded. “I don’t know. What do you think buddy?” He picked up his son and asked. “You do too!” Jack stuck his tongue out and laughed. Hotch wondered how you both were so unaware.

“Watch your step.” Reid warned, guiding you up the hill. “Thanks Spence.” You said. The current case at hand was catching a serial killer and the team had him cornered. Problem being was that his cabin is at the top of a steep hill; no vehicles could get up or down and the path was hard to walk. When the team finally had arrived they quickly busted down the front and back doors. You and JJ took the basement, “Clear and we found the victim, she’s alive.” JJ informed the team. You left her with the young girl and walked up the steps catching the guy making a break for the back door. “I got eyes on Carter he is making a run for it, pursing him now.” You said, sprinting after him. “Alex Carter, FBI; You’re under arrest for the murders of Lauren Palmer, Emilia Cruz, Morgan Lee, and the kidnapping of Brianna King. You have the right to remain silent anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” You had him that’s the thing the dude was handcuffed now. “We just found three unidentified bodies in the attic.” Morgan said into the comms. “Three?” You repeated back. “Yeah, Hotch and Reid are coming out to you now.” He responded.

That’s when the unsub started to struggle. He began moving erratically, irritating you. “We can add refusal to cooperate to the list of you keep struggling.” You stated. He just looked at you with this sick and unsettling expression, suddenly you could hear the sound of handcuffs breaking. Then he pushed back against your body and kicked you in the shin, causing you to lose your hold on his arms. Immediately Carter was on top of you, squeezing his hands on your neck. All that could come out strangled gasps for air. “Step away from the agent, Carter.” Hotch said when him and Reid arrived. Spencer just watched in horror as you struggled to breathe and tears streamed down your face. “Think about your sister Alex, would she have wanted this?” Hotch asked, trying and hoping to find some reason. It didn’t seem to get through and a shot rang out in the air, alerting the remaining team members in the cabin. Reid immediately rushed to you, pulling you out from under the unsubs slack body. His gun was long forgotten. Hotch was thankful it was only a shot in the arm that shocked the guy who realized what had happened. Once again he was handcuffed this time by Hotch who said, “No funny business; you’re also under arrest assault on a federal agent.”

Spencer stuck with you from helping your trembling figure down the hill to sitting with you in the back of the ambulance ride. Even in the emergency room he refused to leave your side. “Spence I’m fine.” You told him for the billionth time while grabbing your stuff and exiting with him following behind you. The team immediately greeting you in the waiting room voicing their concerns and asking how you were doing. “They said the bruising should fade in a few weeks.” You informed them. Hotch inquired since it was protocol after all that you take time off but it was declined. “Aaron if I get put on paperwork I’ll lose it, please.” His mouth formed into a straight line before he answered, “Alright then, take it easy.”

It a few weeks later during one of your movie nights with Reid that he couldn’t take it anymore. “How are you doing?” He asked with a genuine look on his face as the random horror movie you selected played. “I’m good, why?” You responded. “Y/n, I know all your tells.” He stated. “What?” You just stared at him. “Playing with the left front strand of your hair when you are in thought, you bite your lip when you’re upset or annoyed, and when lying you twist the bracelet on your wrist atleast two times as if it irritates you like you’re doing right now.” Spencer said, causing you to stop yourself mid second turn. He continued, “I’m a profiler but first I’m your friend. Did you not think I wouldn’t notice somethings wrong?” At the word friend it felt like your heart was being squeezed and you had to stop yourself from biting your lip. He really was right about your tells and you didn’t know why but this upset you. “And you’re upset now that I said something.” Reid stated the obvious. “I’m not.” You responded. “Then why are you getting defensive?” He questioned, causing you to sigh in defeat. “I think I’m going to head home now.” You said. Spencer looked at your figure sadly as you grabbed your stuff.

He was tired of dancing around his feelings; you not being aware of the fact that other people care and just continuously putting yourself in dangerous positions. He desperately wanted you to know that you didn’t need to do those things. “I don’t want to watch you just walk away.” He said in this small voice, causing you to pause. Spencer took this as an invitation to continue, “There are so many people who care about you and just want to be here for you, I care. I can’t let you leave and ice me out because your too stubborn to let someone in.” You started moving again to leave and this time he stopped you. “I want to be the person you lean on when you’re in pain, help your realize that you don’t need to go through these things alone, or the fact you don’t need to prove yourself to the team or me.” Reid stated, looking you in the eye. “Y/n I think-”, He stopped himself then looked like he was in thought. “No I know that I am in love with you, Y/n L/n, and I have been since that day in Los Angeles.” Spencer spoke with clarity in his voice.

[veryinactiveartist]

"BASED ON A TRUE STORY"

Narcos | A Javier Peña Moodboard

TW: The movie used in the Moodboard was based on a real serial killer in Texas/Arkansas There will be links in the post with more information about the events, movies and history for those who are curious. Please take these precautions seriously.

And another Moodboard for @jolapeno & @goodwithcheese Fall Challenge!

Concept Synopsis

Coffee & Espresso: Peña's Pumpkin Latte

Specialty Drink: Halloween movie night

Javier's never been one for holidays but he doesn't mind a related event every so often. That was the case for a date planned by the girl he just started seeing; stay in movie on Halloween night and she went all out. Well, that's what he thinks anyway. Halloween theme snacks galore, a movie the first of it's kind and he couldn't deny the intrigue when informed of the real killing spree that took in Texarkana, 1946 that laid the ground work for the movie.

A/N: Hello it's me again! I supposed to be finishing a fic unrelated to this event but I have a 6 day work week with 10-12 hour shifts so I'm very limited on energy right now but I have to let my creative brain juices out so I just make Moodboards. Anyway, this one includes folklore based on the Texarkana Moonlight Murders.

In 1946, in and between Miller County, Arkansas, and Bowie County, Texas, there was an unidentified assailant who killed 5 people and injured 3 people in a 10-week span. They named this figure the Phantom Slayer, as whoever they were, was never caught, and anyone who was suspect was never convenient for the killings.

Nowadays, it's been an open folktale in Texarkana and is regarded as a noticeable piece of history in the area thanks to the movie in 1976 that happens to be one of the earliest slasher movies ever conceived, predating Halloween in 1978.

If anyone partakes in any discussion relating to the crimes please be respectful when doing so. This is more related to the movie but wanted to acknowledge the history behind the movie.

[sanct-dream-reality]

Defeated Monster Form - Jack the ripper

Filled-in Monster Report Form Sheet – This sheet is based on a dream I had involving Category-1 Hunter, Creepen, and Category-4 Hunter, Silver Spade, both ensnared within the domain of a Category-4 Urban Folklore manifestation of the unidentified English serial killer, Jack the Ripper. Initially assessed by SANCT as a Category-2 threat, it was intended to be eliminated under Silver Spade’s supervision during Creepen's evaluation for a promotion to Category-2, following several highly successful hunts where he played a pivotal role in handling higher-tier threats.

I can post the full deets of this specific manifestation of Jack the ripper, its powers, its domain, and other lore bits later if anyone wants it.

I also plan on writing a short story based off the dream when i have the chance that i can also share if interest arises.

[ciphersfollower]

hey I really like your OC she has a very cute design! And I was wondering what she would be like if she fused with Bill Cipher, maybe as a last ditch effort to survive. Like what would be her personality and stuff!

>her personality Well, she's a mortal! Cowardly, timid, and wishing there's someone to make all decisions for her - and we all know there's a triangle guy be an expert at taking control of other people's lives!

Since she met Bill, this demon has been the center of her entire life. So she's not trying to please the demon to survive, but the opposite: She living desperately just for demon's laughter.

Bill would bullytease her in her dreams for fun, and he would also brag to his little fan in her dreams about the chaos he created: Did you see the news today? Serial killer? Privacy breaches? Unidentified life forms? That was all me!

>what she would be like if she fused with Bill Cipher

She looks like this↑ when Bill uses her body. Since she doesn't have any special powers (e.g. Ford's genius), Bill doesn't use her body very often. He's busy for controlling more fun people!

They even spent a lot of time together without a deal. She would just being with him, didn't even need to be bound by a contract.

That's all! The first ask for this blog! Thank you for like my little girl!💛💛

[akronus-writes]

37 days of slaughter

recently, the brutally maimed and hung body of a young boy was found hanging from a tree, slurs carved into his skin and his genitals melted off by acid, the police currently say there are no suspect-

30 days after the unidentified boy was found killed, 57 people have died, having seemingly died in their sleep after all of them reported having dreams of being slowly hung at the exact same tree, according to the morticians, autopsy shows they show injuries consistent with being hung by a noose.

recently, the bodies of the three girls who disappeared while swimming surfaced during a class, having seemingly been drowned and left in the pool for three days. many associate this, and the figure cloaked in red that many reported seeing nearby before the original incident, too be connected to the "dreamscape hanging" incident, drawing parallels due to both the seemingly magical nature of their deaths, and how all of the victims are believed to have had a hand in a queer teens death.

experts have identified a recent car crash too of been caused by some form of scythe, the cut that seems to have destroyed the car having caused it to split in half and crash into a ditch. the strange nature of these deaths, and the victims controversial histories with the queer community being called similar to the recent deaths in Australia.

a group of teens who police confirmed to have been suspects in the recent murder of a queer teen have been found dead in a local cemetery, their bodies having been somehow pulled into the dirt, and faces contorted in pure terror.

a recent attempted pyre burning of a queer couple was recently stopped, after the only survivors, the would be victims. reported that the fire seemed to of gone out of control, and attacked the mob as if it were a living being.

many have been left puzzled after the parents accused of murdering their gay son somehow disappeared while being flown inter-state, no evidence of where they could have gone has been found, though some speculate they jumped out of the plane in an attempt to avoid justice, and either died in the forest, or have managed to evade authorities.

meteorologists have been left confused after a tornado literally stole an entire house, and the family inside, who have repeatedly been accused for the disappearances of many queer and POC people in the area.

police have been left puzzled, after the brutal serial killer wanted for killing numerous queer people in the english countryside, was found dead in the center of a small town, seemingly killed by a revolver round to the head, but according to the morticians, neither an exit wound or the bullet can be found.

Retribution: something given or acted in recompense, especially Punishment

@f4y3w00d5 @gobodegoblin @monsterfucker-research-wizard @good-wizard

[beardedmrbean]

For years, a peaceful, million-dollar farm in Indiana hid a dark secret: It was a serial killer’s playground.

When cops finally raided Herb Baumeister’s 18-acre property in Westfield, north of Indianapolis, they uncovered some 10,000 pieces of human remains — mostly crushed and burned skeletal fragments of the teenage boys and young men whom he had abducted and murdered in the 1980s and ’90s.

Nearly 30 years after Baumeister killed himself while on the run from police, authorities are still sifting through the remains and identifying victims.

For years, a peaceful, million-dollar farm in Indiana hid a dark secret: It was a serial killer’s playground.

When cops finally raided Herb Baumeister’s 18-acre property in Westfield, north of Indianapolis, they uncovered some 10,000 pieces of human remains — mostly crushed and burned skeletal fragments of the teenage boys and young men whom he had abducted and murdered in the 1980s and ’90s.

Nearly 30 years after Baumeister killed himself while on the run from police, authorities are still sifting through the remains and identifying victims.

The Hamilton County coroner announced last month that human remains recovered from Baumeister’s Fox Hollow Farm in 1996 were positively identified as those of Jeffrey A. Jones, who went missing in 1993.

Four additional DNA profiles found at Baumeister’s property have not been identified, bringing the total number of his victims to 12, Hamilton County Coroner Jeff Jellison said.

“Because many of the remains were found burned and crushed, this investigation is extremely challenging; however, the team of law enforcement and forensic specialists working the case remain committed,” Jellison said.

Baumeister, a businessman and married father of three, hunted gay teens and men in central Indiana beginning in at least 1980. He’s believed to have killed at least 25 people, Fox News Digital reported.

He reportedly used the fake name “Brian Smart” and targeted young gay men he met at bars.

Jones was the third victim identified by the coroner’s office in the last six months.

Before him, officials identified Allen Livingston, who was 27 when he went missing in August 1993, and Manuel Resendez, who was 34 when he vanished in 1996.

Baumeister, who moved into the farmstead with his family in 1988, used its sprawling yard and adjacent trail to hide thousands of decomposed remains until his teenage son discovered a human skull and brought it to his mother.

His wife, who initially blocked law enforcement from searching their property, later divorced her husband as more evidence began to pile up against him.

Authorities eventually searched the property when Baumeister wasn’t home and found the bodies of several victims.

Baumeister, who was 49 at the time, fled to Ontario, Canada, in 1996 after a warrant was issued for his arrest, and later fatally shot himself.

He was never charged with the murders and he did not admit to any of the crimes in his suicide note.

The remaining unidentified bones and bone fragments had been sitting in storage until Jellison decided it was time to reopen the case in 1996, according to WRTV.

The Hamilton County Coroner’s Office along with the FBI, Indiana State Police Laboratory, Dr. Krista Latham of the Biology & Anthropology Department at the University of Indianapolis and DNA experts from Texas-based Othram Lab are all working to identify the additional remains.

[newsfromstolenland]

"Manitoba First Nations leaders are calling for the resignation of Winnipeg police chief Danny Smyth.

The Assembly of Manitoba Chiefs (AMC), alongside Long Plain First Nation Chief Kyra Wilson, called for Smyth to step down Thursday, due to the police service’s refusal to search the Prairie Green Landfill for remains of three victims of an alleged serial killer.

Smyth has said that the remains are likely in the landfill north of the city, but that no search is planned, due in part to the amount of time that has passed and the fact that there’s no known starting point for a search.

The manager of the site has also said a search would be difficult at the private landfill, due to the constant movement at the site, but said the company is cooperating fully with police and expressed condolences to the victims’ families.

Police said 10,000 truckloads of refuse were dumped in the area since May, when the murders of Morgan Harris, Marcedes Myran, and an unidentified victim, who is being referred to as Buffalo Woman (Mashkode Bizhiki’ikwe), are believed to have taken place. Trash at the landfill is also compacted with heavy mud at a depth of about 12 metres.

In an interview with 680 CJOB’s The Start on Thursday morning, prior to the call for his resignation, Smyth said the ability to search the landfill is outside of police expertise.

“The circumstances at Prairie Green are way different than Brady (Road Landfill),” the police chief said.

“Brady was within our skills. Prairie Green is not — it would be closer to a very hazardous archaeological dig, and that’s not a skill that we have.”

Jeremy Skibicki has been charged with first-degree murder in the deaths. He was previously charged with first-degree murder in the death of Rebecca Contois, whose remains were found earlier this year at the Brady Road landfill.

“Many communities, organizations, and public leaders across the nation, are asking for a thorough search to be conducted at the Prairie Green landfill,” Long Plain First Nation, the home community of both Harris and Myran, said in a statement Thursday.

“The families of the three women deserve to have closure. Morgan Harris, Marcedes Myran and Mashkode Bizhiki’ikwe deserve better. Leadership will continue to advocate to have them found and brought back to their home fires.”

Long Plain’s Wilson will appear with AMC Grand Chief Cathey Merrick at a news conference in Ottawa, where Indigenous leaders and families of the victims have been calling for federal assistance with the situation in recent days, on Thursday."

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To be clear, police chief Danny Smyth is refusing to search for the bodies of three Indigenous women who are victims of a (for legal reasons, alleged) serial killer, despite knowing that they are likely there. If the women in question were white, they would be searching that landfill by now. No question.

Their names are Morgan Harris, Marcedes Myran, and an unidentified woman who is being referred to as Mashkode Bizhiki’ikwe (meaning: buffalo woman).

We should all be outraged.

tagging: @allthecanadianpolitics

[themattress]

Favorite Meticulous Schemer Villains

David Xanatos - Since the dawn of fiction, villains have always been obsessed with what they seek to gain. What makes David Xanatos from Gargoyles such a stand-out villain is that he also dares to obsess over what he might lose....and then over what he might gain in the process of losing. That's Xanatos' claim to fame: setting the board in ways where he might succeed in his villainous endeavors, but if he fails then he will be guaranteed to still gain something from the experience that he can use to win at a later time. He picks his battles carefully, keeps his enemies closer than friends, and is a wealthy capitalist who does not believe in zero-sum games: even the loser can gain advantages and build up their assets so that they can emerge the ultimate winner. And through all of this he's so suave and charming, while at his core still being a vulnerable human being with his own share of fears and loves. Jonathan Frake's voice is the cherry on top of what is the quintessential Magnificent Bastard.

Light Yagami - "Just as planned!" or "Exactly according to plan!" or "All according to keikaku!* (Translator's note: Keikaku means plan)" were popularized by this guy for a reason. While Xanatos' meticulous scheming is more or less in his nature, Light's is a matter of circumstance - as an unidentified but extremely wanted serial killer, he has to think long-term and be quick to adapt short-term in order to avoid being caught. And the kind of schemes he concocts, the sheer breadth and audacity of his planning...it really needs to be seen to be believed. His worldly knowledge, ability to be charismatic enough to manipulate people as pawns, and of course the Death Note in his possession are all invaluable tools in Light's arsenal, and boy does he make the most of them. And at such a young age, as well! What David Xanatos was for the West, Light was for the East: a true trailblazer in intelligent villainy.