#yes this is about patrick bateman

[multiple-spouse-wounds]

obsessed with villains not even in a sexual way i just like reading about them

[azrael-5]

Callback to the time I said Benedict Cumberbatch looks like a predator and a former friend thought I meant "sexual predator" when I actually meant he looks like he hunts small to medium sized wild prey animals

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

I wasn't about to say anything to this annoying little bitch because they're 18 but when I tell you that aro/aces in this fandom are literally trying to police people for merely being attracted to Alastor now like??? This is why I'll keep on saying that some of you (aro/aces) are insufferable as shit and need to shut the fuck up?

Or how 'bout

Or how 'bout if Alastor respected Vaggie and hadn't sexually harassed her by way of chin tickling and arse slapping, I wouldn't in turn look at him disrespectfully and want to give him a taste of his own touchy feely medicine?

How 'bout fans can do and feel whatever they want about Alastor cause he's not real and how 'bout everyone should stop treating fictional characters like they're real when they're not real? Including goddamn fucking Valentino...

How 'bout another reminder to stop clogging the actual queer and ace tags on tumblr that real ace people might be using to find real community and resources, with posts about a goddamn fucking ~"tumblr sexy man"~ fictional serial killer cannibal because I'm sure that real aspec people trying to look for real resources in real life are sick of all the goddamn fucking fiction by now???

How 'bout "You can write about a characters sexuality/fucking/getting fucked, but you're not allowed to explore or acknowledge any sexual attraction to them while you're writing about them being sexual and having sex, which would inherently require taking sexual attraction into consideration in order to even do that, but you're not allowed to, because that's disrespectful!" is officially the most bullshit moronic take I've ever heard...

[outerhills]

introducing perfect!kook reader

she's not exactly the nicest; only when she doesn't get her way that is.

smart-mouthed, gorgeous, wealthy and unattainable. no one could even get close enough to see the sleek perfection of her french tip nails, or the shininess of the pearl necklaces she often wears.

not a hair out of place, her clothing tailored to fit perfectly, the maintenance often costing a pretty penny.

the type of girl who replace something even if it only has the tiniest smudge. clean and sleek, kind of like patrick bateman, except she isn't as insane; just particular.

she likes pink things, pearls, cranberry juice, fur, flowers and all things costly. shopping with her is never dull, she tends to overspend, bags on bags. though, she's the go big or go home type, so instead of clothes--why not a boat?

and remember when i mentioned her unattainability? for the most part, yes.

however--she doesn't exactly hate rafe, but she'd refuse to reveal her likeness of him. it'd take actual commitment on his end for her to fully embrace how she feels about him. he's attractive, also has money, and is slightly incredibly insane.

while rafe does feel the same attraction, much of it has to do with how selective and untouchable she has painted herself. he feels making her his own is a challenge, and he's willing to accept it.

"your birthday is soon--how about a bahamas trip," he'd ask, to which she'd roll her eyes and retort, "already been, try again."

"birthday dinner?", "yawn, thats expected."

"just tell me exactly what you want; or i'll have to fuck that attitude away," "as if i'd ever let you touch me," "keep telling yourself that."

and she couldn't help but smirk, she knew exactly what she was doing.

[fleshmetal]

Stupid bigoted idiots going online to post about how they idolise THE ‘don’t idolise me’ guy

[dreamerimpossible]

Slasher Jealousy Scale

Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, in certain cases yandere tendencies, +18 content.

Michael Myers 3/10

Not too jealous. He usually doesn't understand the reason for those feelings. Furthermore, no one would be able to touch what he marked for him, his superhuman strength and imposing figure would be on top of anyone who dared to look in your direction. So, he would never get jealous. There's just no need.

Chucky 8/10

Completely canonical that he's a jealous bastard. Just tell him he's not man enough for you and he'll get on top of you without thinking twice forcing you to back off. The person who set his sights on you doesn't have a good destiny, obviously. In reality, it's not good to play with him, his pride as a man is too strong.

Billy Loomis 9/10

Abandonment issues become too present. He doesn't like you getting close to too many guys. If his partner knows his true nature, he will be overly controlling and possessive, he would not like his partner to get too close to friends who could be a threat to their relationship. He is quite manipulative and will use such tactics to get you to stay away from those he doesn't like.

Stu Macher 6/10

Medium level of jealousy. He doesn't like being replaced by someone else, but he won't show much of a reaction if you talk to friends who like you. Anyway, he is also popular and will interact with all types of people. However, if he sees something very noticeable, he will pull the strings underneath and that person who made him jealous will magically disappear. For the sake of the relationship, don't talk about it.

Patrick Bateman 10/10

All your attention should be directed at him. The more genuine your interest and compliments, the more he will seek your attention, so making him jealous and paying attention to someone else would be the end of it. He needs complete devotion. He won't tolerate distractions and could take care of them. Making him feel insecure indirectly is not the best option you could take. It is better to dedicate everything to him.

Jason Vorhees 10/10

He literally keeps you locked up, that is the most representative indication of the matter. He does not like those people standing over you looking at you with lust. He is the only one you need. Yes, he will take care of you and protect you. You should be calm.

Leatherface 10/10

Too insecure with himself, so he expects you to have impeccable behavior. Although luckily for you, you will not have too many moments in which he will get jealous because your only environment is his family. So you must treat them with respect and with certain limits and distance. If not, he will get frustrated. And we know his way of dealing with that.

Art The Clown 2/10

He is not jealous, everything for him is a violent game. If someone flirts with you, he will laugh and do his thing with the same energy as always. Although he won't tolerate you ridiculing him, if you flirt with someone, you will pay, but not because he gets jealous, but because he is the one who makes the rules, not you.

Jason Dean 10/10

Dependent, possessive and obsessive. He's literally a warning in and of himself. Seriously, don't flirt or let yourself be flirted with. Don't break up with him, don't walk away from him, don't stop paying attention to him. Just don't leave him, he's very jealous and won't let you go for any reason. Oh, he's also manipulative, so he'll definitely get you to walk away from that harmless guy in your class.

Alex DeLarge 2/10

He doesn't formally qualify as a slasher, but I'm including him anyway. I don't really see him as jealous, he's more of a controlling guy. He doesn't like having his first choice role in other people's lives taken away from him, he is the leader and the one who commands, but he won't get jealous of anyone, because he thinks highly of himself and is charming when he wants to be. He probably has you wrapped around his finger, so…why get jealous?

Brahms 15/10

He won't let you leave the house for that reason. He doesn't want you to leave him, any outsider is a threat. You are only his, you must accept that. However, even if you accept it, he will still be jealous, because he can't help it. If you want to go out somewhere, he will wonder if it is because you want to see someone.

[fear-is-truth]

imagine… patrick bateman proposing to you

the second time patrick mentions marriage, it’s in his bedroom, two weeks after the first. by then, you’ve convinced yourself the cab conversation was just another one of his fleeting, performative remarks. patrick says things like that sometimes, things that feel weighty but are really just filler.

“i’m taking time off work,” patrick announces abruptly, breaking the comfortable silence. you turn your face lazily toward him, head still nestled into the crook of his arm.

“what? why?”

he shifts beside you, pulling his arm away to lean forward, elbows digging into his knees. the sheets rustle as he moves, and for a moment, he doesn’t answer, hands clasping together tightly. “it’ll look good. show that i’m… focused on my personal life. priorities,” he adds thoughtfully, his eyes fixed on the far wall.

you almost laugh at the irony of patrick bateman, the golden boy of pierce & pierce, worrying about appearances at a firm that’s essentially his inheritance.

“would you marry me?”

the question lands like a foreign object in the room, disjointed and out of place. you sit up a little, trying to read his expression, but it’s as blank as ever.

“what?”

“marriage,” he repeats, a slight edge creeping into his voice. “to me. would you do it?”

you stare at him, searching for any hint of emotion beneath his flawless mask, but patrick is hard to read—always has been. his jaw tightens, hand moving to his forehead, carefully brushing back his hair.

“are you serious?” you ask cautiously.

his brow furrow, as if he considered the question offensive. “why do you keep asking me that?” he mumbles to himself. then, louder: “i wouldn’t ask if i wasn’t. why wouldn’t i be? it makes sense. people expect it. it’s… logical,” he adds, stumbling over the word. “we’re compatible. people like us together. it stabilizes things—publicly.” you arch an eyebrow. “publicly?”

“and personally,” he adds defensively. his words start to unravel then, spilling out faster, almost rambling: “look, it’s not complicated. this is what people do. they get married. it’s expected, and we’re… aligned. you make sense. this makes sense.” he pauses, voice cracking.

“doesn’t it?”

when you don’t answer right away, he exhales sharply, leaning back against the headboard. “y/n, love of my life. it’s a straightforward question,” he groans. “marry me, or don’t marry me. just don’t make it complicated.”

and somehow, that makes you smile.

“yes,” you say finally, voice steady now. “i’ll marry you, patrick.” his reaction is barely perceptible—a faint exhale, tense shoulders easing a fraction.

“good,” he mumbles, his tone returning to its usual briskness. “i’ll call jean tomorrow. have her adjust my schedule. i’ll… start making arrangements.”

before patrick can retreat further into himself, you lean in and press a gentle, fleeting kiss to his lips. he stiffens at first, but then he kisses you back. when you pull back, you offer a small smile, your fingertips brushing lightly over his cheek. he lets you, his gaze holding yours for a brief, unguarded second before he shifts away, reaching for his rolex on the nightstand.

“i should… get started on my routine,”

[sold2vlaykz]

I love you, weirdo.

Slashers headcanons with weird s/o that actually loves them.

Featuring- Gabriel May, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, Patrick Bateman.

Gabriel may

Gabriel is very insecure, not having a body or anything and just has to go off of trust that you love him.

Despite not trusting you completely his insecurities faded little by little when you gave him soft touches, how he leans into your palm. How you kiss him, brushing his hair back.

He was very surprised when you told him that you reciprocated the feelings and he didn’t have to kidnap you.

When you held his hand, leaning into him. Telling him how much you’ve missed him, how much you’re going to miss him if he leaves again.

When you first met he disregarded you, focused on getting revenge. But the more you appeared the more he was drawn into you. He wanted you, and he was going to get what he wanted with or without you to oblige.

So late at night, he took over. He broke into your house, flickered your lights, controlled your phone and radio. All to lure you where he didn’t know you wanted to be. In the living room, thinking an intruder had opposed you he came from the darkness and grabbed you threatening you to scream.

You managed to get out of his grasp completely unaware of who he was. Until lighting struck and you caught a glimpse of his face. No You knew him, you’ve met twice on accidental occasions.

You asked him why was he doing it, why did he want to hurt you. And in his exact words he didn’t want you to be anyone else’s.

Complete bickering before you just asked him. “Gabriel, why didn’t you just ask me?” He paused unsure of what to say, “I would’ve said yes.” You added. He growled at your past tense “I still will.” You calmed him.

The rest of the night was pretty awkward knowing he could’ve literally knocked on your door in broad daylight and asked like a normal person.

But he wasn’t normal, at least to everyone but you.

How embarrassed he’d get when you bring it up, laughing at how cute he was.

Stuffing his face in your chest or stomach out of embarrassment. Gabriel got shy about little things, loving him made him shy.

He hated when he needed reassurance, like he gets so jealous over little things, you’re telling him about a guy at the market with cool socks? He’s gonna kill him and burn the socks.

Getting him to come out in public was one thing, he thought he “belonged in the shadows.” Until you told him how corny that was.

And that people would think you’re single if he didn’t.

He comes out rarely, still.

He loves how weird you are, you’re wondering what it feels like shitting and just looking at the wall.

You bring him a dead bird, that’s weird. And if you try to take it fuck off it’s his now.

So clueless when you make your corny dirty jokes. “Are you a taco? Cus when I eat you you’re gonna fall apart.”

The fact that you bring your phone everywhere so he’ll be able to reach you, random radios all over the house. Or telling him to use his witchy woo powers to turn off the light. Reluctant, but he does it anyway.

He internally kicks his feet when you give him a kiss. Goodnight kiss? Please take off his clothes and hold him innocently.

Coming home from work covered in mud because you saw a big puddle? That’s okay, he’ll help you clean the mess up. (Bro pretends it’s a hassle when he loves spending time with you.)

Why do you keep calling him emo boy? (He’s your emo boy.)

Walks into a room and catches you talking to yourself, he will literally listen to you talk to yourself from a radio just to hear you speak. Adding his little commentary when he felt necessary.

One day you randomly came up to him telling him how cool his powers are, he was trying superrrr hard to act nonchalant, smiles cracked.

You’re sad? Wanna sit and rot in bed? He’s sad too, we can rot together.

Maybe a sad kiss smooch?

He’ll never ask for a kiss, kinda just stare at you until you go for it. Or he’s so impatient he’ll just grab your jaw and smash his lips into yours.

Sometimes it’d be late at night and he’ll randomly get really deep and philosophical and wonder why you’re crying.

Vincent Sinclair

Literally the best person to be weird with. Also very insecure, despite how people consider him gentle he’s very jealous.

He doesn’t want you around Bo, doesn’t mind you with Lester but don’t go for too long.

You’re his literal muse, paintings, sculptures, letters, etc. he loves you so completely. (If he didn’t kill you, he loves you.)

After you convince him to take his mask off, he thinks you’ll wince, that you’ll ridicule him. But no, you’re literally kissing all over his face.

The whole reason you managed to live is because you managed to get away from Bo into the house, and Vincent tried to kill you but ended up trapping himself under a fallen shelf after kicking the door to hard, you helped him out. (You had no clue he was trying to kill you.)

He kinda kept you a secret until Bo found out for himself, he was angry and heated but Vincent stood his ground.

You’re a skull collector? He’ll recommend a trip with Lester, all those bones would make you happy.

He finds a skull he’ll think you’ll like he’ll keep it until it’s safe to give to you.

You like rocks? Every time he sees a pretty rock he shoves them into his pockets, it weighs him down but he thinks it worth it after seeing the smile on your face.

You’re an artist, let him help you. He loves your art style, literally has art pieces dedicated to your art.

He’ll come outside sometimes just to go flower pick with you.

You’re bed rotting? He’ll feel so guilty, if you don’t get up for breakfast he’ll craft a tray just to bring it to you.

Motivates you with little notes.

You taught him how to use text emoji’s on paper. You’d wake up and see something like this “ I love you! :)” on a sticky note placed on the wall.

Oh you wanna kiss, despite bro being virgin pure he is a decent kisser. Sure it took maybe a third try for him to stop clashing teeth but hey!

He’s psychically vocal about being insecure, he’ll grab your hand, nudge you, tap you and if you’re ready to go like he is bro will just drag you away.

He’s very over protective, I mean. You’re stuck doing everything he does, he doesn’t want you getting caught in the crossfire.

One day you stood up all night just reading his poetry, you guys were sharing poetry like kids.

You two even did the art swap idea.

He has both of them hung up in his room.

….

…

DID SOMEBODY SAY FOREHEAD KISSES? Vincent loves forehead kisses, give him one, he’ll give you one. You picked out a nice stick? He’ll add it to the box of neatly organized random things you’ve got him.

Dude keeps everything, your favorite stick broke? He made an identical one made of wax, unpleased? He he’ll try get Lester to find an identical stick, can’t do that? He’ll try to mend the stick with wax. And if he can’t fix it, forehead kisses.

Telling him you’ll sleep on the floor because you can’t handle the blankets texture was odd, but he was quick to search and destroy the house for a blanket to your liking.

He’s a natural at everything.

Can’t find a blanket, bro magically knows how to sew.

He loves you wearing his clothes, he walked down and saw you in his underwear sleep. He painted you so innocently, his room was like a museum of you.

Bo Sinclair

“And this rock reminded you of me how exactly?”

- “I don’t know it was just hard and rough, but when it cracked it was all soft inside.”

“So you glued it back together..”

-“yeah, if you don’t like it I could just throw it away it was stupid I know.”

“Mm mm, there’s no point now you already gave it to me.”

It has been in his pocket ever since. When he takes a smoke break he’ll twirl it in his hands or hold it to his chest.

One time you caught him and he tried to pretend he didn’t know what he was doing, that he was just looking at the ‘stupid thing.’

-

-“Why did you break it?”

“It’s a stupid damn stick, go fetch anova’ one or somethin.’

He felt so guilty, he didn’t even mean to break it. It just dropped and snapped, but he wasn’t gonna say sorry. Despite how much he felt it.

“C’mere.”

He won’t say anything but him calling you over and cuddling you in his lap was his apology.

One day he saw you crying over a fox eating a bird, called it stupid, said it was dumb to cry over it and it was the cycle of life (all while rubbing your shoulder.)

He shot the fox in front of you making you cry more, he was only tryna help though. Found it kinda weird when you asked if he could get the skull out of it.

He did it though. (He’s the type to say no when you ask for a favor and do it anyway because he thinks it’s funny.)

Fascination with cars? Hell fucking yeah! He’ll let you watch him repair it or help out despite how much he loves his truck.

(He will teach you how to drive.)

One time you accidentally bumped his car and he Tries super hard to control his potty mouth

-“oh my god I’m so so sorry Bo.”

“You little! Mmm. Just- just watch out.”

You squeak when he doesn’t get mad and jump all over him, you know how hard it can be for him to control his temper. He loves it when you reward him with kisses and won’t leave him alone.

Despite him saying he wants you to leave him alone- if you do he will curse you out saying you were avoiding him completely forgetting what HE said.

“Oh, I said that? Bullshit.”

I know it’s weird but Bo loves it when you wrap yourself around him, like say he’s talking to a girl or something. You will wrap yourself around his waist.

Jump on his back or something, he lives for it when you’re jealous. He’ll tease you about it all day.

“Someone was a little angry.”

-

Say you stop giving Bo weird little gifts, trust he’ll notice.

“Surprise you didn’t pick up some random rock.” Is all he says when in his head he’s literally thinking you don’t love him anymore.

If it gets superrrr bad he’ll grab a really pretty flower or something you’d like and say “here, this the kinda shit you like ain’t it?” He knows you do, he spent hours looking for it.

One day he took you out on a trip to another close town to get groceries, and you met someone that had been intrigued by you picking up rocks and sticks as Bo was in the store.

He was heated when he saw you letting someone hold your rocks, you didn’t let his brothers do it. Only him, so why would you let this fucking idiot hold HIS rock. (Despite it not being his at all.)

Will literally either throw you on his shoulder and leave.

Or Intimidate the man.

Though he’s more likely to just Snatch the rock from the man’s hands and fight him.

He’ll leave with a busted lip, but hey at least he beat the guy bloody. Now you’re touching his lip up in the bathroom as he ridicules you for getting him riled up.

-“What the hell Bo, that was reckless. What if you lost?”

“Yeah what if.”

-“Bo.”

The longest silence ever before you get the idea of what happened on your own because he will never confess that he was jealous.

-

You’re mad at Bo? He will argue with to the end that he didn’t do anything, before coming to a realization at the end HE WONT SAY SORRY BUT HE’LL GUILT-TRIP YOU.

“Ya mad at me?”

-“no.”

“Ya’ sure?”

Will kiss all over you until he finds that spot and hears your giggles.

“Ya still mad at me?”

While you’re literally laughing on the point of tears.

Jason Voorhees

Jason isn’t very insecure, he’s trusting in you. He has his own “dog pile.” Underground. He will take everything you’ve ever given him and put it into the deepest hole.

It may sound mean but he means it in such a good way.

Like a dog finds a bone and digs it, so it can stay hidden and theirs forever.

Sometimes you two will be walking and he’ll see a rock and give it to you. Thinking ‘you like rocks, here rock.’

Like every time you come back from a walk your pockets are stuffed with rocks. You have a box of rocks that Jason had gave to you.

It’s weird but Jason loves head touches, like the thing that lions or animals do.

Forehead to forehead looking into each others eyes, a smile on your face and a smile under his mask.

You see the skull of a deer and give it to him, he doesn’t know what that means but he’ll keep it.

You wanna kiss him because you’re angry, okay. He wants to kiss you just because he wants to kiss you he doesn’t mind.

You’re about to cry because the world will end eventually? He’ll hug you until your sleep and you don’t remember what you were crying for.

Bad memory? He’s super overprotective he won’t let you leave the house without him because you don’t remember where the bear traps are.

He’s super patient and will take his time to show you again, not even because you want to but because he wants you to be safe.

You feel worthless? To him you’ve done more than enough! (The type of guy to give you a genuine thumbs up.)

You wanna teach him sign language? He won’t move a muscle until he understands.

Wanna teach him how to read? Please take your time with him.

Despite not being able to talk he is very verbal with you! He’ll groan or moan. Or just make sounds as if talking.

You like biting? Okay you can bite him. Just don’t hurt your teeth!

-

You guys met on accident, you were being chased by some girls who wanted to beat you up for being weird? (True story.)

you ran into here and got stuck in a bear trap so they eventually caught up to you.

They managed to hit you maybe three times before their heads fell off, he helped you out of the bear trap but you ran so far you didn’t know how to get home.

So you kinda followed him ever since.

-

You’re a pothead? He wouldn’t approve of it but he’d show you the hemp plants deep in the forest.

You like fixing things? Thank God, he broke a door on accident a few days ago.

You like dead animals? There’s a bunch stuck in traps.

You like cooking? Please feed the poor boy.

You wanna hold his hand while you cook? He won’t move an inch. Just standing there without resting, you barely hear him breathe. He was standing for hours before you realized and subconsciously got him a chair.

Or the time you were building a chair and it was super sturdy. You jumped in it and everything but as soon as he sat in it broke because of his height and weight.

He felt horrible, just standing there looking at the chair dumbfounded while itching the back of his head.

He made his little verbal noises, wondering what happened after he just watched you prove it was sturdy.

Stayed up with you all night as you made another bigger chair, well he tried. He ended up falling asleep sitting up.

He thought it was concerning how much you stayed up, and yet you never seemed restless.

Sometimes when you’d stay up for more days than he’d consider healthy he’d force you to go to bed.

—

Patrick Bateman

One of the best people to be weird with, at first he’s a little judging but eventually gets creeped out when you’re not being weird.

You didn’t give him a weird puzzle today, what’s wrong sweetheart?

You like the way his skin tastes? He will utilize it later in bed!

You like how cold his hands are, he’ll do his usual routine with one hand on your face.

You like his body? He’ll let you study it to stroke his ego. You like creating acid? May he burrow some dear? (It’s totally not to dissolve a body)

He’ll literally brag about the ‘exquisite’ bugs you brought him at a double date. Someone makes fun of you for it? He’ll either A: embarrass them because he’s so much better than them or B: kill them later on because no one disrespects his bug collecting darling.

He will literally buy you a rare taxidermy animal, than say it was nothing as if it didn’t cost him a fortune.

“- do you like it.”

*Patrick staring at your horribly homemade taxidermy raccoon.*

“How could I not?”

You like fashion, he will literally match your attire every time you step outside. Taking you shopping just to see what you like and buying more later.

You have a weird obsession with garlic bread? There’s this new Italian restaurant down the street.

You like his teeth? Every time he goes to the dentist he’ll ask for a copy of his X-rays.

You two literally met because you worked at his office, your dad was his boss so you got a free job. It was clear you didn’t belong, you dressed weird and acted weird.

One day you randomly complimented him on his card, and how weirdly fascinated you were with it.

Those words were enough to ask for your opinion on every action he took.

“- I don’t really like Paul Allen’s card, tastes weird.”

Taste? He didn’t understand what that meant but a win was a fucking win. (That was until he caught you eating his card.)

Literally made you spit it out on his hand.

You’ve been glued to his hip ever since. He’s like your savior.

“You want to eat this, the glue?.”

“Shoes on before going outside, now.”

To the point where people called Patrick’s name every time you were doing something crazy again.

Your dad eventually fired you after you put a staple in your tongue. Having you not around felt weird so he asked you on a date.

All you talked about the entire time was about his suit and how much you knew about the creator, and stupid facts about the suit that he normally couldn’t care less about:

How clear it was that you weren’t aware of how blunt you were, telling him his body fit the suit and complimented it very well.

Him holding your hand because despite you living in New York you were afraid of tall buildings.

A little disgusted you picked up a random rock off of the floor and gave it to him, but put it in his expensive pocket nonetheless.

Literally has the rock on his nightstand

[filthyslashertoad]

Slashers when their s/o is very housewife(husband) material (I would be for mark hoffman 😫)

Yes, I love mark hoffman so much

Slashers with a Housewife!S/O

Mark Hoffman

Loves the idea of having his cute s/o always be home.

He enjoys coming home from work every day with a bouquet of flowers or a gift he can give you. (Def one of those guys that love being a provider)

Hannibal

Thinks it's sweet that you prefer this kind of lifestyle(not that there's much left of it for you because he's so particular when it comes to cooking and cleaning).

Your life quickly becomes you being on vacation 24/7 while Hannibal spoils you all day.

Most likely, you'll be spending most of your day shopping or going to parties as Hannibal's plus one.

Patrick Bateman

Let's be real here, he loves it.

Comes home late every night murmuring about random things that happened at work before cuddling up to you.

Has you wear a specific wardrobe even if you don't leave the apartment often.

When he has his weekly breakdown expect to be cursed out by him and then an hour later he comes sulking back to you for attention.

Brahms Heelshire

LOVES IT.

Teaches you how to make PB&J's.

For the most part your daily life doesn't change aside from the fact that you now get surprise hugs and kisses whenever you're doing household chores.

Peter Strahm

He's more of a working girl kind of man, but similar to Hoffman he likes to be able to provide for you.

When he comes home, he tells you about his day and the office drama/casework he overheard.

Doesn't mention it but he loves it when you cook or bake different kinds of things, even if you didn't necessarily do incredible at making it, he still adores it.

[makeyoumine69]

i would love to see more jealous patrick ❤️😫

Hello, dear anon!💗

Ohhh, jealous Patrick is a thing!

In the middle of dinner with Bateman's family in Dorsia, the reservation Patrick had been trying to get all week, you needed a moment to powder your nose. On your way back to your table, you were playing with the ring Patrick had gifted you a week ago—a huge gem shone on it whenever you rolled it between your fingers—but when you were distracted by the waiter, you accidentally dropped the ring, and if the stranger hadn't caught it, it would have rolled across the floor to God only knew where.

"Oh, thank you so much!" You beamed and smiled as the unfamiliar but handsome man returned the ring.

"It's nothing, really." He replied, examining you curiously from head to toe.

Such attention made you embarrassed, but then you felt a burning sensation between your shoulders. When you turned around, you locked your confused gaze with Bateman's, his hazel eyes piercing through yours like sharp daggers.

"Uh, thanks again! But I have to go!" With these words you walked away from the stranger before he could tell you something else.

Sheepishly you approached the table where Patrick, his parents and his brother Sean with his date were waiting for you. And even though Bateman's face was devoid of emotion, the moment you took your seat, his large palm found its way to your inner thigh in the blink of an eye.

"So, who was that guy?" He whispered in your ear, leaning closer so only you could hear. "And why was he touching you?"

You let out a shaky breath and smiled politely over Mrs. Bateman's comment that she was glad you were finally back. "What?" You asked bewilderedly without looking at the man next to you. "I just dropped my ring."

"You dropped the ring?" Patrick almost chuckled, his hand diving deeper between your legs under the table, forcing you to grab it to keep him from going any further. "Forgot how to wear a ring, sunshine?" The man took the opportunity to nip at your neck while everyone at the table was busy with each other. "When we get home, I'll remind you… I'll remind you of everything."

His skillful fingers reached beneath your skirt no matter how hard you tried to stop them. Now, they were brazenly playing with the lace of your panties and perfectly hiding beneath the soft material of your dress.

"Patrick," you gasped, gripping the table to stifle a moan as Bateman pressed his thumb against your blushing clit. "Please," your pathetic pleas only brought a broad grin to his smug face. "Stop."

And then Patrick's mother asked you a question you couldn't even hear as your whole body was focused on the rising tension in your lower abdomen as the man was relentless in his intentions to work you up.

"Excuse me…could you please repeat your question? You asked, completely awkward.

Patrick smirked arrogantly and leaned back in his chair. "She asked if you liked the food," he muttered mockingly, before shoving his two digits into your oozing pussy. "Believe me, Mother, she is enjoying the evening. Am I right, honey?"

Paralyzed, you were about to explode at how shamelessly Bateman was behaving, literally fingering you in front of his family. Biting your lower lip for a second, you tried to take a sip of mineral water, but the man wouldn't let you as he intensified his ministrations, curling his fingers to stimulate that spongy spot inside you that made you grip the surface of the table once again.

"Yes…everything is perfect," you managed to blurt out, sensing the cool metal of his Rolex gliding along your hot skin, the contrast only heightening the pleasure. "Thank you, Patrick."

"You're welcome, darling," the man chirped, leaning closer to peck your cheek in an affectionate, pretending way, only to purr into your ear. "Tonight I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't even remember your own name." And with that, Bateman sat back, looking cheeky as ever, as he felt your inner walls contracting around his fingers once he began to rub your little bud with his thumb.

Mrs. Bateman couldn't help but smile. "Oh, you two are so adorable! Such a loving couple."

With a soft chuckle, Patrick grinned in pure delight. "Thank you. We really are."

Bastard.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can you please do Slashers (Norman Bates, Patrick Bateman, Micheal, Jason, Brahms, Billy and Stu. You get the idea) with a, hear me out, a s/o who is just as if more out of pocket and crazy as they are, but here’s the catch their s/o aka you 🫵, don’t even realize how they are acting. (This was a 3 am woke up in the middle of the night with sweats kind of concept) But, do with that what you will.

💙💜🩵

Slashers x male reader

Headcanons

I don’t really know Norman, since I’ve never watched Psycho, and Patrick. I know Patrick somewhat at least a little cuz I’ve seen clips, so this is all based off wikis, so I hope it’s still good.

Norman Bates

Norman typically seems to have a more subdued and submissive personality, so for you two to be dating, his mom has to be out of the picture somehow. Maybe you guys still run the motel though.

Norman is possessive of you, not wanting to lose you. So you being just as possessive, if not more, in return, would probably tickle him pink even if he doesn’t want to express it. his second personality would enjoy it if you were just as violent too.

It doesn’t seem like Norman registers that hes got some issues himself, so he probably wouldn’t even notice that you had them too, or that you didn’t realize it either. You two are just two guys who are less than stable, but boy are you happy together in your little murder motel.

Patrick Bateman

You two would be like a house on fire, I think. Having someone just like himself if not worse, would only make Patrick more set in stone about his life and decisions. You two would end up clashing heads pretty regularly, since you both have such eccentric personalities, but then it goes back to being a loving relationship again.

You two are unhealthily co-dependent, and you just push each other to be your worst selves. Your worst, well dressed, manicured and intelligent selves. You guys are probably seen as kinda snobby or full of yourselves to everyone else, but you and Patrick have a great time.

You not realizing that you act this way would excite Patrick I think, since that’s the one up he has on you where you are more than him in every other way. It also excites him in other ways, since you are just like this, and this is who you are without all the debating on if this is right or not.

Michael Myers

You guys met at the asylum, that’s the only place I could imagine you two met. How you two got together I’m not sure, but it wouldn’t take long. You are both quiet and terrifying to be around, but it draws you together.

Neither of you talk much, which just results in you guys being able to communicate in silence. When you guys get out, it’s like a date for you two, going on another Halloween killing spree. If walking slowly around, knives in one hand, and holding the others hand in the other, counts as a date. Its romantic to you two, that’s all that matters.

I don’t think Michael himself really thinks about the way hes acting, so he wouldn’t think about it with you either. That’s just how he is, and how you are, and you go together like two misshapen bloody puzzle pieces.

Jason Voorhees

Jason is a serial killer, yes, but he’s also a nice guy if you look past all of that. So, if you are just chill like him most of the time, and partner up with him to get rid of the people who go where they shouldn’t go, then it would be a pretty nice relationship.

If you were even worse than him, then I could see him silently admiring you as you put together traps even, he didn’t think about. You not looking like Jason also means you can leave the forest to go into town and get different equipment, which just ups your game.

Jason doesn’t have much of an opinion on the fact that you don’t realize that you are worse than him, since this is also just the way he is and has been for who knows how many years. He likes that you are like him and that you aren’t scared of him.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is a huge fan that you are as bad as him or worse. Hes a little creep, so he would start salivating knowing you are watching him back, or seeing how you get rid of your ex on your own when they show up at the mansion.

You two are like gasoline on a fire for the other, since you just fuel the worst parts of each other in the best way, in your shared opinion. This means there’s no reason for Brahms to hide in the walls. He still likes doing it though, just so he can watch you, or you can come after him.

Like a good chunk of the others, Brahms doesn’t really register that he’s pretty messed up himself. Living in isolation for so long will do that to ya. So, it doesn’t really mean anything to him that you don’t realize how you’re acting. He just likes that you watch each other’s freak.

Billy Loomis

It excites Billy in multiple ways that you match his crazy. And by multiple ways, I mean it. It gets his blood pumping and gets him flustered to see you match his plans, or even push them further than he could have ever thought of.

You two are both horror movie obsessed bloodthirsty idiots, who both get way too excited about planning and committing the slashing. You just push each other to be worse, and to push the limits more and more. It makes you more likely to be caught, since you guys fuel each other.

To Billy its so hot that this is just how you are and that you don’t even really realize how you are acting, it’s like you are something walking right out of his deepest fantasies. But he’s has to be the voice of reason, and has to make sure you don’t let anything slip in public, just in case.

Stu Macher

Stu doesn’t seem to be the brightest guy out of the ghostface duo, so he’s probably just hyped that you match him, or go even further than him. If you go further than him, then I can imagine Stu also doing even more. Its kind of a cycle, you do something, and he follows.

It’s also what almost gets you guys caught multiple times, since you don’t really think your plans all the way through, since you both are just too excited and into what’s happening. Stu really likes the thrill of it all though, which leads to a lot of make out sessions.

Stu doesn’t really think about it much himself, that what he does is messed up and wrong, so I can’t imagine him thinking about how you act either. You two are kind of two halves of a whole idiot, and if Billy is around that he has to keep you guys on the right track so you don’t out yourselves or do something dumb.

[austinbutlerslovers]

Upcoming Austin Butler as Patrick Bateman Excerpt :

Inspo: Austin Butler portraying Patrick Batemen as a psycho in upcoming film adaptation 🫠 this pic 📸 and a dozen DMs 💌

Under the Mistletoe

The Waldorf Astoria’s Christmas gala is dazzling, a picture perfect scene of Manhattan excess. Everything sparkles: lights, dresses, diamonds, and you thrive in it. You’re the darling of the Upper East Side tonight, flitting between friends and admirers, your laughter bright and carefree. Patrick watches you from across the room, leaning against the bar in his Tom Ford tuxedo, a glass of champagne in hand.

He is the epitome of perfection. Chiseled features, every muscle precisely defined under his tailored suit, and sharp, cold blue eyes that command attention. The lights from the Christmas tree reflect off his perfectly groomed hair, making him look almost ethereal. But beneath the surface, his mind churns.

She’s exhausting. Beautiful, yes, but insufferable tonight. How much longer can I keep this up?

You’re chatting animatedly with a group of friends, oblivious to the way his gaze pierces through you. When you glance his way, you catch his sharp smirk, and your heart skips. You love that smirk—it’s confident, seductive, and just for you.

“Patrick, come here!” you call, waving him over. The group makes room for him, and he steps in smoothly, placing a possessive hand on your lower back.

Now under the mistletoe, someone teases, “Oh, Patrick, you know the rule!”

Patrick’s grin widens. “I don’t follow rules,” he quips, pulling you close to him. His lips press to yours, firm and commanding, eliciting a chorus of playful cheers. But the kiss isn’t sweet. It’s a performance, sharp and calculated, and you feel it.

Later, as the party winds down, you’re in the car heading back to Patrick’s penthouse. The silence is heavy. You’re perched in the passenger seat of his immaculate Lexus, prattling on about holiday plans, your friends vacations, and what you want for Christmas.

“And Sophie is spending New Year’s in St. Barts—ugh, can you imagine? It’s so cliche to flaunt it like that,” you chatter, oblivious to his mounting frustration.

Patrick’s jaw tightens, his cold gaze fixed on the road ahead. 

I should pull over. Quiet her. Permanently. The way she talks, her voice, that incessant laugh—it grates. But not yet. Not tonight. Keep the mask on.

“Are you even listening to me, Patrick?” you pout, crossing your arms.

He pulls into the parking garage, kills the engine, and steps out of the car without answering. You’re left fuming as he strides toward the elevator, leaving you to follow.

His penthouse is immaculate—gleaming marble floors, sleek minimalist furniture, and floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. Patrick removes his jacket, draping it over a chair with deliberate precision. You, still sulking, remove your fur coat and kick off your heels tossing your handbag onto the couch.

“Are you going to ignore me all night?” you demand, your voice sharp with irritation.

Patrick turns, his cold gaze locking onto you. “You’re such a spoiled brat,” he says evenly, his tone devoid of warmth.

You blink, stunned. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he says, stepping closer. His presence overwhelming, and for the first time, a flicker of unease crosses your mind.

“The whining, the entitlement, the need for constant attention—it’s exhausting, darling,” he says, his tone sharp and cutting.

You open your mouth to retort, but Patrick is already on you, his hands gripping your arms as he pushes you against the entry wall. His movements are firm bordering on violent as he holds you in place his face inches from yours.

“Patrick, you’re scaring me,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

“Good,” he says, his smirk cold and dangerous. “Maybe you should be scared.”

🔗 Under the Mistletoe Available (ofc smut) Brat x Bateman

[ghostfacesvalentine]

First time - Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: nsfw, dom/sub dynamic, sort of ddlg? No non con, but reader begging to slow down bc overstim, mmm i dunno.

Type: blurp

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: No prompt, just smut abt when or how reader came to call the muse “Daddy” for the first time.

Notes: I mainly just kind of included muses I would think to be the more dominant ones, at least ones that I could write easily for. Maybe I’ll make another one, idk. So sorry if your fav didn’t make the cut ily.

Michael Myers: Honestly what else was there to call him. As soon as you saw him, the way he towered over you as you looked up to him helplessly. It was no different from when he was tangling his mangled fingers into your scalp, gripping whatever amount of hair he could. Looking down to you through the holes of his mask as you felt him deeper you could almost swear you were going to split. “Daddy.” You repeated like a prayer as he’d hit the right spot, feeling your legs flinch deliciously as your folds clenched around him. Even after creaming all over him, you repeating his new nickname would only cause him to pin you down to the floorboards even if you’re screaming and begging him to slow down because you were overstimulated. Michael would be absolutely feral.

Billy Loomis: Kind of has a softer approach, but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be any less torturous. It’s almost like he’s trying to get it out of you. Billy knew when he lusted for you across the classroom that he’d have you in a puddle of your own arousal in no time. Bonus points if you’re shy. He’d be gentle at first, running his finger tips all across your tender spots, watching you intensely, so much so it makes you kind of uneasy at first. Still, to be sitting on a picnic table, exposed to him as you were, there was something so hot about it. When his fingertips plunge into you after almost a half hour of sloppy wet kisses, you were stunned at the self control he managed to have. After a few pumps he traces your arousal around the outer parts of your folds, with a devilish smile when he notices your pout. “Daddy please” You beg, your hand gripping onto his wrist. Something in him flicks, he has you exactly where he wants you. “Please what kitten?”

Patrick Bateman: He’s used to making all the calls, you always trusted that he knew best. Sometimes it felt like Patrick liked to make all the shots more than he lead on, but that didn’t mean he didn’t annoy you at times. “Don’t forget we have that dinner reservation at 7. I don’t like to eat much later than that, it messes with my schedule.” He’d call out from across the room as he worked on his button up. Rolling your eyes as you were trying to make your makeup work. “Yes daddy.” It takes him a second to register before you feel him behind you, his hand wrapping around the front of your throat. He didn’t understand what came over him, but all he knew was that if he wanted to see you pout, he wanted it to be because he was making you hold back your orgasm. Grabbing you by your throat and pulling you back against his chest, his free hand would make of your panties. “What a fucking brat.” He’d mumble into the side of your head as he’d expose you in front of the mirror you were getting ready before.

Poison Ivy: Calling her daddy probably wouldn’t be the best idea, but she would know what you meant. Sometimes it would just slip out and she understood. Ivy would even use it as an excuse to prolong your orgasm. “Daddy, please, I can’t” You’d cry out as you clenched for the fourth time in a row, afraid you had nothing left in you. Lifting your head to see Ivy’s lustful smile as you came undone so pretty, you knew she wasn’t stopping any time soon. “Oh baby, when will you learn that’s not my name.” She’d hush into your neck as her tongue would make work of your sensitive spots. Her free hand would plunge into your open cry-filled mouth to muffle your moans of the nickname. That’s the only time she didn’t want to hear it, but she can’t help but keep you riding your waves of pleasure.

Steve Rogers: He’s already kind of a kinky boy, as soon as he saw you, he was fantasying of you in a short skirt and over the knee socks, picking you up and pounding mercilessly into you as you screamed for him that it was too much, but you both knew it felt too good to stop. It wouldn’t be long for you to find yourself in that position. Steve’s super serum made it all the easier to pick you up effortlessly to keep you from squirming away as you felt his dick plunge deeper into you causing your eyes to roll back into your head. “Daddy, okay- Please-” You’d cry out, not knowing what you wanted, just knowing all you knew was Steve. With every thrust, he just became more unhinged, then when he felt your folds clench around him as you squirted all over him, seeing your eyes fumble out tears, you both knew “Steve” was no longer his name to you.

Bucky Barnes: Kind of similar to Steve, but not so much. He’s a tiny bit more gentle. Bucky would rather have you coming undone onto him, watching your eyes beg for him to keep going, hitting that spot his fingers graze when they curl a certain way. Seeing you clench your nails into his arm as you cream for the third time and whimper out “Daddy” with swollen lips and tear-filled eyes, not looking away from him. “Come on baby, another one for daddy, you know I love your pretty pies” Dirty words would flow effortlessly from his lips, he’d leave so many pretty marks on your neck as you whined out his new nickname.

Loki Laufeyson: He’d catch you in a vulnerable position, mainly focused on making you orgasm. “What is it sweetheart? Like that?” He’d almost mock as you nod, indicating his fingers were helping you. “Sorry what was that?” He’d ask, frowning as he’d look to meet your eyes, when you wouldn’t, he’d take his hands from your core, causing you to whine. “No, daddy, please I need it.” You’d beg, grabbing onto his wrists and pulling him back to where he was. Any other time this would be unacceptable, but he wanted to see you undone so bad. More than that, he wanted to hear you again, so he’d work with his fingers, then remove them, or slow down only to hear you whimper out “Daddy-” Your frustration causing you to meet his eyes, almost angry “I wanna cum on your hands.”

Cloud Strife: By no means would it be intentional, but when he’s pounding into you, your face digging into the mattress as his head is hitting your g spot, you couldn’t help but whine out “Daddy, like- like that” Which only makes him grab your hips and bring them closer to his, digging his dick further into you. He must be doing something right if you’re breathlessly crying out. Not to mention, he’d take it as praise and I would infer that he has a praise kink. When you wouldn’t moan any more, he’d grab a fistful of your hair and bring you back up to him “Do I stop?” He’d tease as his face met your damp cheek.

Bruce Wayne: You’d be begging to get his attention, crawling onto his lap, usually you weren’t this demanding, but you yearned to feel his warm hands on your body, it didn’t matter where. He put up less of a fight, you both knew climbing onto his lap or trying to get his attention while he was investigating was a big no no. Somehow you felt like maybe he wanted you to keep going too. You felt your sensitive spot graze onto his lap as you pulled yourself closer to him. “Daddy, please I wanna play.” You mumbled out, not knowing what his reaction would be, then feeling an abrupt shift, his hands landing onto your hips, planting you onto his bulge. You saw the twinkle in his eye, not knowing where it really came from until he’s pushing his dick as far as your fold would let him, bent over his desk in the bat cave “thought baby wanted to play?” He’d mumble to you as he’d pull your hair all together in a fist to pull you back by.

Jason Todd: Honestly, just meeting him and you kind of knew that was him. It was when you were giving him the silent treatment that he pulled you onto his lap, holding you still against his growing bulge “What’s wrong bunny?” He’d mumble as he would try to find your eyes. This being your first time being handled by him, you felt your center puddle, then throb when you felt your sensitive parts grind so gently against his bulge. Pursing your bottom lip, you found the courage to look him in the eyes only to see his lips curl into a smile. Jason would nonchalantly rock your hips back and forth on his lap, acting as if he was still trying to get an answer out of you. “Did I do something?” He’d ask as if he didn’t know what he was doing. “Daddy please-” You’d surrender, pleading to feel anything else but your arousal stain your clothes.

[wyervan]

In your Slasher au, are they serial killers or will they kill anyone? If they are serial killers then what type of person do they prefer to target?

Yes, they are serial killers under the technical definition of the phrase—meaning they have killed multiple people in separate instances over a long period of time and have a preferred target.

Their targets (generally) are adults who they judge to have been harmful or neglectful to the kids Sun and Moon have come to know running an arcade/playplace. I wrote a tiny bit more on it in an infodump post not too long ago under the tag (sry tumblr being dumb about letting me link it directly rn).

I did specifically choose to call this AU “slasher au” as opposed to “serial killer au” because I want to tie it more to famous fictional killers and horror (Michael Myers 🔪, Pennywise 🤡, Ghostface(s) 🎥, Billy Lenz ☎️, Patrick Bateman 📇) rather than associate it too closely with real-life serial killers and actual violent tragedies.

It feels a bit silly and unnecessary to say, but I fully expect everyone who likes this AU concept to understand murder=bad and I am not glorifying or romanticizing real-world killers who have actual real-world victims when i’m doodling pictures of a couple of killer clowns based on FNaF characters, even ones that are killing for a “good reason.”

Of course, this isn’t to say that I couldn’t have a semi-serious conversation about the psyche of these characters. I’m nothing if not an artist that stuffs their characters unnecessarily full of backstory and sometimes contradictory character traits :3c

[doll3tt33]

୨ৎ Kai Anderson SFW headcanons

Gonna start doing headcanons for the evans in between making bots cuz I’m bored lol. If you ever wonder how I perceive these characters while I make bots, then here you go!

A handful of these are just plain observations and maybe to some these are clear as day, but idk imma still include them either way

Warnings: misogyny.. duh, loaaads of Reddit mentions

• This might be indisputably obvious, but I feel like some ppl think of Kai as someone who always plans 10 steps ahead, which I personally don’t think so

Yes, he does have a goal in mind, but a lot of his “next moves” are just ideas that came to him in a fleeting moment. Of course, he’ll act as if he totally knew what he was doing this whole time, even though he was def freestyling 💀

I feel like calling him out on his lack of meticulous planning would be an absolute jab to his ego, and he’ll deny it big time

• Kai is the embodiment of what it means to be a pseudo-intellectual 😭😭. Like he isn’t stupid at all, no doubt about that (mans manipulated crowds). But his arrogant attitude, his shameless use of fallacies, AND the fact he’s a walking contradiction - all while trying to act like he’s the smartest guy in the room?? Bye-

Again, I think he’s smart but don’t tell me he doesn’t act like your average pseudo-intellectual guy who’d mansplain 24/7

• His tolerance to spicy food is actually weak, but he pretends like it isn’t. He could be coughing his lungs out from the tiniest hint of spice in his food, but he would refuse to drink a glass of milk to cool down. HES A MAN

• This is already kinda a given, but mans speech mannerisms is literally like the average Reddit comment section ((iykyk

I also feel like a rant he posted online has been made into a copypasta at some point lol

• Speaking of Reddit.. whenever he gets into an argument with another user on there (most likely a politically charged one), he’ll downvote every existing comment from that user and will proceed to do it to any of their future comments by keeping tabs on their account, all out of sheer spite

• He likes weird porn genres. Idk which ones exactly, but I just know they be really specific

• Says he likes submissive, obedient women whose sole existence is to serve him. But at the same time, he can’t stand people he deems as vapid, and would dispose of them once he begins to see them as more of a liability than an asset (especially if they’re just THAT annoying). He definitely would rather keep someone around who has more substance

• Kai would play devil’s advocate for any corrupt figure you could think of. He’s like… that guy

• This is also a given, but I’d like to stress that people don’t know how r/theredpill was his holy bible. The Kai we know today has applied all the must-know tips to his entire character and mastered the arts of misogyny 101

Oh and he has a bunch of motivational posts saved from there, and he rereads the crap out of them each time a “fEmAle” would piss him off

• If you knew Kai prior to his cult and were genuinely nice to him, he’d definitely have a teensy-weensy soft spot for you and would avoid killing you ((unless you end up in a situation like winter’s, cuz then…💀

You’d be like the Jean to his Patrick Bateman! 😭

[alexanderwales]

"His favorite movie is American Psycho, which is so on brand for him," snorted Quinn.

"Um," said Lucy. "I don't know what that means. You're saying it like it's a bad thing, but American Psycho is a critique of consumer culture, empty status symbols, and 80s excess and materialism."

"Well," said Quinn. "I mean, sure, yeah, fine, but it's also about a guy killing a bunch of women and a few men, and I don't think that all that other stuff is why he likes it." He folded his arms. "Like I just mean, American Psycho is like ... that's him."

"Okay, so you're doing that thing where you're acting like enjoying a piece of media that criticizes something means you're endorsing the thing it criticizes because it uses depictions of that thing. It's like saying that someone who loves 1984 must be in favor of totalitarianism." Lucy leaned forward. "The whole point of the movie is that Patrick Bateman is pathetic. He's not a cool antihero, he's a hollow shell of a human, riddled with anxiety about his place in a world that does not care about him or the other people like him. The movie is making fun of him, constantly. He's pretentious, insane, ridiculous."

"I mean, sure," said Quinn. "Right. The violence and degrading sexualization is meant to be disturbing. But that doesn't mean that everyone in the audience gets that, and it definitely doesn't mean that Ethan gets it. There's a thing that you can do when you're writing and directing a movie where you make the critique too subtle for people who need a brick to the face, and they end up embracing it, or where you don't believe in the critique enough and end up giving a mild endorsement to the thing you're supposedly criticizing, or worse, where you just use the veil of criticism to show a lot of transgressive and shocking things, which are the real point. And you can see that, right, where American Psycho is at least partly a base male fantasy of power, control, and wanton violence."

"I mean sure," said Lucy. "Except that American Psycho was written and directed by two women."

"Based on a novel written by a man," said Quinn.

"Sure, but I don't think that Bret Easton Ellis endorsed Bateman, he also thought that he was a pathetic character," said Lucy.

"I mean the point I'm trying to make is that an artist can't control the way their message impacts the audience," said Quinn. "And in many cases, the audience experience of the transgressive is rooted in that transgression, which is what draws them in, disconnected from any intended critique."

Lucy shook her head. "What were we talking about?"

"Ethan," said Quinn. "And how he's a dickhead."

"Right," said Lucy. "And he's one of the people that's going to die to a slasher tonight if we're not able to stop that from happening, except that the ripples through time of stopping any of this from happening might mean that I'm never born."

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Yes, that's right gentle reader, you've been reading Time Cut (2024) fanfic all along! There was this one line about American Psycho that bothered me, it's a movie that earned its 5/10 on IMDB.