#SERIAL KILLER BEHAVIOR WTF

[watermelinoe]

Have you seen 47 Meters Down or whatever it’s called???

yes!!! it was so good, the ending really got me 😭

[cerisereids]

𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂- 𝘀.𝗿.

pairing- s1!spencer reid x bau!reader

w.c.- 3.9k (wtf omg)

summary- spencer reid is your best friend. you’re in love with him, he wants someone else.

warnings- the jeid narrative in s14 pissed me off so bad i wrote this, miscommunication trope, reader obsesses over his hair (same), idiots in love, wingwoman!penelope

a/n- to be clear i am not a jj hater, i love her. i just don’t like what the writers tried to make happen between her and spencer

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

the soft glow of the morning sun floats through the window, coating the bullpen of the behavioral analysis unit in a peaceful golden light. you bask in the soft start of your morning, a rarity in your line of work, sipping your coffee as your fingers clack against the computer keys. the peace of your morning is ripped from you suddenly, though, when gideon and hotch barge from their offices in quick pursuit of the conference room. the team immediately follows suit, scurrying after one another to follow the two men.

hotch stands at the head of the room, sternly describing the case file he’s just received. there is a serial killer in the d.c. area, obsessed with leaving texts of ancient egyptian script at the crime scenes. as an analyst for the bau, you’re assigned to stay in the conference room with spencer in order to help decipher what the killer is trying to tell authorities. you share a smile with the boy next to you, both eager to tackle yet another assignment together.

you were hired to the bau as a young academic fresh out of graduate school, the same year as spencer. you two initially bonded over your shared love of reading, of analyzing text. it’s this skill that’s made you an asset to the team. you can decipher handwriting left by criminals in order to profile them; you can understand and analyze complex documents left for you at crime scenes, just like in today’s case. you found a partner in spencer very early on. you two were assigned those kinds of analytical tasks often, and proved to be very good at it, good at working together, at being together.

it wasn’t long before the mere sight of him started to give you butterflies, your chest constricting with affection. you cherish the late nights you’ve spent with him, in and outside of the office, inspecting documents and handwriting samples, the times where you’ve reached for the same file and your fingers brush together. movie nights at his place on the weekends, when you get so tired you allow yourself to curl into him, to let him wrap his arms around you, to pretend you’re something more. something in your stomach grows hot, and your palms start to sweat. you barely even notice that everyone else has gone off on their own assignments, leaving you and spencer alone in the conference room together. he sends you a million dollar smile and you get to work.

after a few hours of hard work, you suggest taking a lunch break. your lungs rejuvenate from the fresh air as you eat in the courtyard. you close your eyes and tilt your head up, feeling the glow of the sun warm your face, sighing as the vitamin d floats through your body. you can feel spencer’s eyes on you, and your heart kicks against your chest. how much longer you can take without confessing to him, you’re not sure. the limbo of being in love with your best friend is a torturous predicament to be in, especially when you work with him.

“hey, i need to ask you something,” spencer mumbles, and you see him pull out two tickets to a cowboys football game.

your heart now hammers against you, like a boulder spasming in your chest. your hands are sweating, shaking; is this it? could he be doing the hard part for you?

“gideon gave me these on my birthday. i don’t know if you knew this, but it’s j.j.’s favorite team. i was thinking of asking her on a date with them, but i haven’t watched a football game in over ten years,” he chuckles sheepishly, squinting his eyes down from the sun. “do you think it’s a good idea? i thought i should come to you since you’re my best friend, you wouldn’t steer me wrong.”

best friend. those words pierce through your gut like you’ve been shot with an arrow. you’re thankful his eyes are turned away from you, so he can’t see the infliction of those two fateful words.

“um-yeah,” you breathe out, barely audible, “i think it’s a great idea. it doesn’t matter if you don’t really watch football. if she likes you she’ll want to spend time with you, no matter what,” you fake a smile and pray to anyone that would listen to please convey the true message of your words, what you’re really saying. you know it falls on deaf ears, though, as you turn to throw your half eaten lunch in the trash, returning inside 30 minutes earlier than agreed upon.

“woah-where are you going?” spencer hastily cleans his things and jogs to catch up with you.

“i just think we need to get back to work. this case isn’t going to solve itself,” you shoot him a bitter smile, opening the door and not holding it open for him behind you, like you always do.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

j.j.? you think to yourself as you now delegate your portion of the work at your desk. the thought of being trapped in that conference room alone with him after your conversation at lunch unzips a shiver down your spine. your forehead is resting in your palm as your brain fights to focus on the case, and not drift back to spencer.

you were in complete and utter disbelief that the object of his affections has been j.j. this whole time.

j.j. is your friend, and you’re not mad at her. it’s not her fault that she’s the one spencer’s developed feelings for. you’re just completely caught off guard, utter shock clinging to every nerve in your body. you thought, after all of those shy smiles you’ve shared alone in conference rooms, the late night conversations on the jet, the nights you’ve spent at his place, that they meant something more. you’re just shocked none of it did, and that you’ve completely misread your entire relationship with him.

if gideon gave him the tickets, that means he sees what’s going on between them, too. you furrow your brows, squeezing your eyes closed at this revelation. god, you feel so stupid. how could you have let your own feelings blindside you from what your best friend actually wants? you have no future in profiling, that’s for certain.

you see a shadow looming over your desk from your peripheral vision, and you know who it is merely from the outline of his hair. you look up to find a sheepish spencer reid, seemingly nervous to even be approaching you. you hate that. you hate the idea of him on a date with j.j. even more, though.

“what’s up?” you try to sound interested, but you can both hear the restraint lacing your tone.

“i think i found something. we, uh-we need to gather the rest of the team,” he states.

his voice is quiet, small, his big brown eyes are boring into yours. you nod. the tension grows thicker the longer you stare at each other, eyes desperate to convey everything your mouths are too afraid to say. the file spencer was holding slips through his fingers, falling on your desk with a crisp clack. the noise cuts through the trance you find yourselves in, and you go red as a tomato, looking in your lap to avoid those lethal eyes.

“let’s go,” you mutter, walking past him without so much as a glance.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

over the course of the next week, you spend many work hours nursing your bruised ego in penelope’s batcave of an office. as the two analysts of the team, a lot of your work overlaps, so hotch didn’t raise a brow at the sudden change in your routine, not working with spencer so much. you’re able to tell her about everything going on with him during your brief moments of down time, when you’re filing paperwork or doing light research.

“oh. my. god.” she gasps, aware of your feelings of him from the start, “babe. no way,” she swivels her chair so she’s fully facing you, “i’m sorry! i thought he was into you, too,” she frowns, handing you a unicorn plushie from her desk drawer, “here, take mr. unicorn. he’s the best man on the planet.”

you chuckle sadly and squeeze the soft animal, utilizing its comfort as much as you can. “thanks, pen,” you settle your cheek on the squishy animal’s head and look at her sadly, eyes glassy and big, “i think it was too good to be true. he’s almost too perfect, maybe this is a sign.”

you see her deflate at your defeated tone, her hand reaching out to grab yours, running her thumb over your skin. you stay like that for a moment, allowing yourself to feel the complex emotions you’ve suppressed throughout the week. you’ve only spoken to spencer two or three times this week, about work things only, and it’s wednesday. each day that passes like this weighs heavy, like an anvil on your heart. the feeling is so overwhelming you have no choice but to suppress it until you get home, lest the floodgates are unleashed in the same vicinity as the perpetrator.

paperwork it is.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

that following monday, you sit, stewing at your desk, desperate to blend in to the background. you think back to one week ago, one week since you’ve had that fateful conversation with spencer. you nearly have whiplash from how fast things have changed in only a week. you yearn for the softness of that morning, of the blissful ignorance in thinking that you actually had a chance with spencer reid. your heart aches, the vulnerable throb in your chest paralyzing you. you rest your chin in your hands as your eyes mindlessly drift over emails you missed from the weekend, willing your brain to not work so hard unless absolutely necessary.

you’re snapped out of your pity party by the click of a door unlatching, the soft patter of converse on tile filling the bullpen. your eyes involuntarily follow spencer as he barges in. he’s impossible to ignore, clad in the most adorable button up/sweater vest combo you have ever seen in your life, walking full speed ahead with a scowl planted firmly on his face. the look on his face is so wholly unfamiliar, a look of hurt masking his usually soft features, the light in his eyes gone. the contrast is enough to shock you back to life once more, now registering a flustered penelope hot on his tail. the click of her heels echo through the bullpen in a desperate attempt to keep up with a man who is nearly a foot taller.

“spencer-wait! ugh!“ penelope grunts as spencer falls into his desk chair, immediately using work as a means to deflect. his back is to her as he sifts through the files littering his desk.

you study him from where you sit, his brows furrowed, his shoulders slumped, and lips in a tiny pout that pokes and prods at your heart. penelope gives up quick, turning away with a grunt and a look on her face that read ‘don’t ask’. on her way past your desk, though, she leans in and whispers, “meet me in my office after our meeting,” making your eyes go wide and your heart pick up in speed.

you use the new case to distract your mind from what could possibly be going on with spencer, and opt to stay back with penelope during this case. when you make your decision known in the conference room, spencer flinches. you just barely catch it out of your peripheral, you’re not sure you would have even registered it had garcia not smacked you in the thigh immediately after it happened. hotchner’s eyes flit from you, to penelope, then to reid. morgan coughs. the team is then dismissed.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“she brought you to the date?!” you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“yes! i had no idea it was the date,” penelope gushes. you’re setting up materials for the case, waiting for the team to land for more information. in the meantime, she fills you in on the weekend, “i’d just assumed it was a separate event. it never occurred to me that she would invite another person to that. poor spencer’s never been so disappointed to see me,” her tone turns a bit guilty at that, and now it’s your turn to flinch at his name.

“that’s insane, why would she do that?” you ask, bewildered.

“to be honest with you, i have a few ideas…” penelope teases, setting up her computer for the day.

your eyes narrow into slits as she files her nail, feet up and resting on the desk as the rest of her equipment loads.

“what?” you breathe out, even though you both knew.

“come on,” she kicks her feet off the desk and swivels to face you, frozen in front of a box of files, stricken by what you both know is coming next, “it’s you. he has feelings for you, for sure. j.j. knows it too, everyone does. we all see it.”

“really?” you once again can’t believe your ears. relief floods your veins, the rush too sweet to pay attention to your conscious, desperate to sprinkle some guilt in there. you don’t care, though, not after the pure and utter agony of the past week.

“yes, of course! he likes you, i have no doubt about it,” penelope states matter of factly.

you round the corner of the desk and come to sit on a chair opposite her, “what makes you say that?” you’re unintentionally severe, palms resting flat on your thighs, leaning into her as to not miss a word. luckily for you, though, penelope is just as intense.

“it became clear to me when i saw them interact at the game. yes his ego was bruised a little, but he was light, airy. almost relieved. nothing like how he came in today,” she remarks, and your brows knit together in confusion.

“so you’re saying he was at ease with her, but nervous and grumpy when he had to be around me. that doesn’t make any sense,” penelope rolls her eyes at your denial, but you’re quick at the defense with a new argument, “and he told me gideon gave him those tickets to ask her out on a date. it’s her favorite team.”

you cross your arms across your chest and lean back, “i appreciate what you’re trying to do for me, penelope, but if the best profiler on the team could tell he likes her, then he likes her. not me.”

just saying it causes the crack in your chest to reappear, callusing your heart once more.

“ugh, no!” she exclaims, “you two are the most stubborn people i’ve ever met in my life, i swear!” she rolls her eyes and turns back to her now fully loaded equipment as your jaw hangs open in shock.

“what is that supposed to mean?” you lightly scoff.

“all i’m saying is that he was relieved that j.j. brought me, that he was being rejected. after the initial disappointment passed, that is. you’re going to have to get the rest of the information from spencer himself,” she decides, just as her phone starts to ring. saved by the bell, damn her. “talk to each other. you miss each other. everybody can tell and it’s getting sad, like watching two lost puppies roam aimlessly without each other.”

before you can give an answer to her crazy analogy, she turns away from you and flips open her cell phone, “talk to me!” she chirps, and hotch’s stern voice brings you back to the task at hand. you’ll simply have to talk to spencer later. great.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

the team was able to land back at home that same night, luckily closing a quick case. after penelope says goodbye to you and spencer, you’re both the last ones in the bullpen. you two anxiously glance around, desperate for anybody else to be there, to break the suffocating tension between you two, thick and heavy with unanswered questions, words unsaid.

as you walk past spencer’s desk, he goes to walk with you, next to you. you haven’t been this close in proximity to him in a week, and the smell of his cologne, his aftershave, makes you heady. you both stop at the elevator, unsure who should go first. you decide on impulse that it has to be you, you can’t take this any longer. you turn to face him, and say the first thing that comes to your mind,

“she brought penelope?”

had it been anybody else, you may have kicked yourself for shoving your foot squarely into your mouth, but it’s spencer, so he laughs. it’s an eye creasing, cheeks bunched up, teeth showing kind of laugh, and you have no choice but to laugh, too. there’s a pang in your heart as this familiarity dawns upon the two of you once again. you’re desperate to keep it, so much so that you don’t move when the elevator dings and the doors open. neither of you do. you stand there, taking each other in, cheeks warm and breathing heavy, as the doors slide close once again.

“yeah. yeah, she brought penelope,” he remarks, red ears hiding behind his slickened hair. your eyes focus on one particular lock that’s fallen over his forehead, nearly in his eye. a sense of longing pierces your heart like cupid’s arrow, you fall in love with him all over again.

“you should wear your hair curly more,” you croak. spencer is unphased at your sudden change of topic, and sends you a small smile.

you’re the only one on the team that’s seen him with his hair curly. you revel in it any time you’re lucky enough to get a glimpse, when you’re sharing a hotel room or his couch on movie night. a strange nostalgia seizes you as you take in his hair, not realizing how much you’ve missed it, missed him until you’re standing there, taking all of him in.

“maybe i’ll start,” he says back gently, another silence falling between the two of you.

“l-listen, i have something i need you to know,” he says, turning to face you, tone growing more confident as he speaks, “gideon told me to ask out j.j. because i’ve been heartbroken over you for weeks.”

time stops.

“heartbroken?” you’re incredulous. “why? what did i do?” you’re nearly panicking, racking your brain for what you could have done to your best friend.

“n-nothing really. i think i heard you talking to penelope about me one day, about how you don’t see me in that way,” he stutters a bit, his head turned down to hide his flushed cheeks, “i thought there was something between us, but after hearing that-i-i just assumed you didn’t feel the same. it made sense, girls like you don't typically go for guys like me.”

your heart cracks in your chest, “spencer,” you whisper out, “don’t say that,” it’s all you can muster. he’s the most beautiful man on the planet. you’ve never been so sure of anything.

he rolls his eyes and you want to shake him until he believes it, “well, he gave me the tickets to try and put myself out there with someone else. j.j. is great, don’t get me wrong, but she’s not you. no one is,” he says, eyes boring into yours.

you take in every word falling from his lips, your brows marrying together. your brain is flying at a mile a minute trying to remember the conversation he’s talking about. suddenly, you stop. your gaze turns to him, eyes wide as the memory comes to you. it had to have been two months since then, but you knew that wasn’t a problem for spencer. if he overheard, he remembers every word out of your mouth.

you were chatting with penelope in the empty conference room. it was a monday, and you had gone out on a date the weekend before. he was the topic of conversation right before spencer came in, how he was ‘so cute’ with his ‘brown eyes and curly brown hair’, how he was ‘the perfect height- like 6’1-6’2’. and yet, you only liked him as a friend. the reality was, you were searching for spencer in every man you pursued, and none of them ever measured up to him. how could they?

“spencer,” you groan, hiding your face in your hands, “i went on a date that weekend. that’s who i was talking about. not you,” the last part comes out in a whisper as realization dawns on spencer’s face, uncertainty dancing through his big brown eyes.

“why didn’t you tell me you had a date?” he asks, puzzled, “is that why you couldn’t come over for movie night that weekend?”

your heart breaks even more, if that’s possible at this point, you wanted to be there. you wanted to be there so badly.

“i had convinced myself that it would never happen. you and me,” you start, and his eyes grow even wider than before, “i was looking for you every time. in every date. that’s why i never told you. it would never work out anyway, because they weren’t you. i wasn’t brave enough to admit that to myself until just now, i guess,” you grow a bit sheepish as you finish your explanation, your eyes glossy. your gaze finds the floor to avoid his piercing gaze. those eyes will kill you one day.

“what does that mean?” he says, so gentle, so spencer.

“it means i’m in love with you. i have been for years, since we started together,” you gush, tears finally falling over your lash line at your confession.

his eyes shut too, a gentle flutter of lashes against his cheek. you see a tear escape down his cheek, too.

“i love you, too. god, i love you too,” he whispers, moving immediately to scoop you up in his arms. he presses the elevator button again, finally getting you two out of there. he keeps you in his arms, carrying you into the elevator, refusing to let go as he squeezes you tight, legs wrapped around his waist as the doors close shut behind you.

as you descend, you reluctantly put your shaky legs on the floor, pulling away slightly to find his gaze.

“hi,” you whisper, biting your lip to try and suppress the cheesy smile taking over. you fail, grinning so wide and so bright, you’re afraid you might blind him.

“hi, beautiful,” he whispers back, brushing your hair back softly with his hand. he then cradles your jaw in his palm, pressing his soft lips against yours.

it’s a gentle kiss, but a passionate one. you both wish desperately to convey every single time you wanted each other, how long you’ve loved each other.

spencer pulls away from you for a brief moment to ask, “do you want to be my girlfriend? i think maybe we should try dating each other,” his sarcasm has you grinning from ear to ear.

“i think that’s the most genius idea you’ve had yet, doctor,” you lean in to kiss him again. he groans at the title, lips surrendering back into yours.

the ding of the elevator breaks your kiss, and you can’t hide your cheesy grins as you walk into the parking garage, your pinkies linked together.

“do you wanna come back to my apartment tonight? we can watch a movie?” spencer suggests nervously, like you’d say no. god, you love him.

“that sounds perfect,” you smile, pulling him in for another kiss. you can tell he’s expecting a light peck, but you deepen it, your hand finding the nape of his neck. your lips softly click together as you move against each other, your tongue just barely slipping into his mouth.

“see you at home,” you wink and get into your own car, leaving a flustered spencer reid in your wake.

[just-antithings]

I know I'm suffering from alarm fatigue and my suspicions are probably not true, but recently one of the webtoons I follow got discontinued by the artist who said on Twitter that they stopped specifically because they were supposedly harassed by proshippers that were demanding the more popular ship of 2 main characters (the protag and the antagonist) be made canon and they "spoiled" the ending twist revealing they are "literally blood siblings". Now I don't really see how this is "spoiling the whole story as punishment" given this webtoon is supposed to be a crime thriller about catching serial killers not a will they won't they romance thing. And like I figured out that twist ages ago at the beginning of the story because this ain't my first rodeo with this kind of story and there is a decent amount of forshadowing but that is what made me start shipping these 2 in the first place cuz I love fictional incest lol. I can however see that a probably decent majority of people even shipping these 2 likely had no idea. Which adds to my suspicions that if the author actually got harassed (Idk if they did but it's definitely horrible if they did), I'm wondering if they were actually harassed by antis because antis are usually the ones trying to harass others about ships. I'm also sus if they even were actually harassed at all or if they weren't blocking the right tags and making it everyone else's problem, or claiming the harassment when it was just people openly sharing their love of the series in their own spaces in their own way, or outright lying about the harassment because they wrote themselves into a corner they didn't know how to write it of and instead of just accepting some plot holes or whatever tried to deflect onto an easy target, or maybe they didn't get acceptance for a new season so decided to go the burn everything down route. Idk I'm just so used to experiencing harassment only from antis and antis then whenever someone says hey wtf stop is to claim they are the ones being harassed that I'm just sus of it all now. But regardless ever since the announcement and subsequent "spoiling" of their own series, the comment sections and tags are unbearably anti filled declaring the shippers evil and worse and I'm so freaking tired. I also wonder if this behavior will bite them in the toucas later considering they are a full time webtoon originals creator. I mean I know I probably won't be reading their next works since it's clear they might do this again and I'm not gonna trust them like that. I'm also bummed because the story and the characters were so interesting and promising and I was so excited to see where it was gonna go. But nope never getting the rest of the story because Twitter bs 😭.

Ugh what a mess

[prurientpuddlejumper]

So no matter what ending you get, there are GOING to be charges filed, arrests made, possibly murder trials after The Quarry. Which means Laura and Travis are going to see each other.

And Laura's parents are going to be there.

Please imagine Laura saying hi to Travis in the lobby of some courthouse or police station. They stop and chat for awhile and Travis is on his best, least creepy behavior because HER PARENTS ARE THERE. So it's all handshakes and, "Sheriff Hackett, nice to meet you, ma'am" act normal act normal act normal

Then he leaves and her folks are like, "wow what a creep. Honey, we do NOT want you talking with that redneck, he's CLEARLY guilty"

"Shut the fuck up, dad!"

Then going and finding him somewhere they can speak privately because they already had a little romance sparking, but Travis is just like, "Nope. No way. Anything we had, that's over. It was never going to work."

"Why? What’s wrong??"

"I AM OLDER THAN YOUR MOTHER"

"buuuuut you're the same age as my dad.....? :D"

"Goddammit, Laura"

Also, what story are they going to tell the police? There are going to be a bunch of counselors giving varied reports about hunters, werewolves, bears... Given that there are multiple bodies on Hackett property and Travis is the SHERIFF, he's going to fall under heavy suspicion -- "You're telling me you didn't know the body of a lost hiker was tied up at the bottom of your FAMILY'S lake, sheriff?"

Let's say Laura vouches for him. But where the fuck was Laura all summer? If she wants to help Travis she can't exactly say she was abducted, but she can't pretend she was at camp either since the other counselors know she wasn't. So what was she doingn there? Then again, the other counselors will also say she had a pirate eyepatch & a werewolf bite, soooo not exactly reliable witnesses as far as the court is concerned.

She could claim she was helping Travis investigate a serial killer known as "Silas the dog boy" who had a grudge against the Hackett family since his circus burned down six years ago.

Pining everything on Silas makes the most sense, if they take the time to wipe Laura and Ryan's prints from the shotgun and put it in Silas's hands. Silas ran rampant around the camp, killed most of the Hackett family, then Laura and Travis tracked him down and killed him... in... self-defense? By shooting him in the back? With.... his own shotgun I guess?

It's still a pretty fishy story that doesn't add up forensically... but probably fishy enough that no one can get a conviction. There is so much reasonable doubt -- we honestly have no idea wtf happened! Everyone's story is different and many versions involve werewolves!

OK, which character do you think is gonna be the fool who tries to be honest with the police, says "werewolves did it," and ends up in a padded cell?

[chaoticbloodmoon]

TW self harm mention

The person who posted those uwu serial killer pics and self harm pics made my friend delete their account cause all these uwu serial killer simps called my friend out for exposing their disgusting behavior

Like seriously seeing people post self harm pics and then simping over real life serial killers need help like dude wtf

[remnantsfm]

EVENT 002a. SHADOWS OVER ANSAN

CONTENT WARNINGS. murder, serial killers

TWO WEEKS SINCE THE STORM. day and night and day and night after, it seems that the city has decided to pick up after itself as best as it can, brush it off, and push onwards. time, it doesn't stop. the world turns on. although a strange, solemn silence has blanketed ansan's waterlogged landscape, this city has learned long ago to keep turning with the world, or else risk being forgotten in its gutters. this morning, you awaken to an uneasy headline: CITY-WIDE MURDER INVESTIGATION BEGINS. it unfolds into an article . . .

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❝ [09:00 KST]. the enforcer division has officially proclaimed an ONGOING MURDER INVESTIGATION. this morning, enforcers called for a press release, where it was revealed that a body had been found near the OLD ANSAN OBSERVATORY approximately two weeks ago, following the storm. more details have since been released: the publicized autopsy report reveals an inconclusive time of death, but it is suspected to have occurred during the storm. precise and fatal bodily injuries suggest foul play, rather than an accident. these details are only now being released in the wake of a third body found this morning, between a laundromat and jindallae apartments. the victim has not yet been publicly identified. ENFORCER TRUONG gave the debriefing. when asked why these details were not revealed to the public sooner, enforcer truong responded, "the division strives to establish peace in the city, not panic. we ensured that we had all of the necessary details before relaying this news to our citizens. our enforcers have been working tirelessly and will continue to do so to bring this criminal to justice." according to the debriefing, ENFORCER TRUONG and ENFORCER BAEK will be conducting ' civilian interviews ' to gather evidence. these notices have been sent out to the appropriate parties, with the case is being overseen by lead detective ahn sangwon. evidence and materials are being safeguarded in the division archives, overseen by data archivist seo irin. temporary enforcers have been posted at OLD ANSAN OBSERVATORY. parts of the block where the body was discovered have also been shut down for the investigation, notably parts of JINDALLAE APARTMENTS and BLACKSTONE APARTMENTS. enforcers have been stationed in nearby streets for additional surveillance, affecting the areas surrounding KAWI-MAKGI, WORLD DINER, and GUGUS. enforcers urge all to keep an eye out for suspicious behavior, which should be reported to @aedivision immediately. ❞

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17_yhy: they should have reported this sooner. now i have to find somewhere else to stay because apparently my apartment window is part of a CRIME SCENE?? chxxrry: THE KILLER HUMS BEFORE THEY KILL. I heard it and my neighbor heard it too during the storm. if you hear a lullaby just run, TRUST ME!! everyone be Careful and Safe, out there... dhyn: wtf (@)chxxrry i heard something too a few weeks ago. it sounded like that old astran lullaby? i thought i was going crazy but then a few days later they found the first body. 👻 x_minnie_x: (@)chxxrry "heard it during the storm" sureee. over all that thunder? r3dsun: their name is the STARLIGHT KILLER! GET IT RIGHT or you're NEXT!

IN-CHARACTER TIMELINE.

PART I. INTERVIEWS

12. august, 6am kst. summons are sent out to persons of interest, with directions to appear at the enforcer division to conduct an interview regarding their whereabouts during the storm. individuals are instructed to come alone, promising that more details will be disclosed at the division.

12. august, 9am kst. news breaks of the murder investigation. a tip line is opened for anonymous informants. numerous tips pour in within the first few hours, ranging from promising leads to pranks from impersonators. several entities online also claim to be the killer, sowing more confusion.

PART II. DESPERATE MEASURES

a city-wide water advisory is issued. foul play is suspected, but by whom, it remains unclear.

ansan's water sources have been contaminated with an unknown substance that causes anyone who drinks it to experience a hazy, fever-like condition that makes them feel and act more . . . HONEST.

[READ FULL UPDATE]

PART III. ?

results of the investigation are announced.

given that enough evidence is gathered, an arrest will be made.

OOC INFORMATION.

this event is being divided into two parts. PART I will consist of the interviews that take place over the course of a few days IC.

non-interview event threads can be written while PART I takes place. any threads made during this IC timeline can be tagged with #rmnt:event002.

interview threads will run starting today, until sunday, 27. august. * it may end sooner if all threads are concluded sooner.

to participate in the interview portion, post a thread reply to the OPEN STARTER found on our NPC blog @aedivision. this will initiate an interview thread for the muse.

if you have multiple muses, you should reply once per muse, so that they each have their own thread.

these replies count towards the activity check.

you will continue to receive replies from @aedivision with more interview questions. there will be around 5-6 official questions before the interview ends and the thread is concluded.

PART I participation is OPTIONAL. muses who do not initiate an interview thread will not be factored into the conclusion of PART I. however, if you would like your muse to be factored into the conclusion but want it on record that they did not answer their summons (either deliberately or not), let us know either through the main or at @aedivision of their decision! you may give an IC reason why your muse did not or could not fulfill their interview, or state that they did not give a reason. note: this choice may cast suspicion on the muse ( in good fun ! ) depending on the reason you provide.

in order to better keep up with threads, our NPC writers will be replying gifless with shorter lengths, but you are unrestricted in terms of length, format, etc for your own replies! we highly encourage you to write your muse the way they would respond to being asked such questions. any statements, behaviors, and reactions observed on record will be noted and cross-referenced with any involved parties.

it is recommended that you come up with an ALIBI for your muse on their whereabouts during the last day of the storm. feel free to work with other muses to get your stories straight. or not.

as the investigation evolves, muses may be questioned about specific details regarding their alibi. if muses mention other muses in their interrogation, they will subsequently be asked to confirm each other's stories. any discrepancies will surely be noted, so honesty is in your best interest . . . or, if not, then at least consistency.

have fun, contact the main with any questions . . . and stay out of suspicion!

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

I want that person who said they know for a fact Emma used to hit her dogs as a child to talk more about that because wtf. That’s also a major warning sign that a child could develop abusive behavior towards people.

me too. i wonder if she meant that literally, because.. yeah, it’s definitely a warning sign for future violence against humans. common in serial killers.

[thebendsbyradiohead]

not sure how to phrase this without sounding like a rabid eugenicist but i really do think there need to be some criteria or parental proficiency requirements for having children

i know this sounds a lot like "think of the children" fearmongering but they're genuinely such a vulnerable group that are so mistreated by people who only have them as a chore or to act out their personal fantasies & frustrations on them

like in that diary post, some lady said that as a child she wrote some secrets of hers on a piece of paper ripped it up & threw it away & then found her mom who found the pieces and TAPED THEM BACK UP so she could read what she wrote. that is serial killer behavior i'm sorry, at what point during that deranged process do you not stop & think "wtf am i doing, why don't i just talk to my child about this?"

and yes, as a psychologist i know none of us are perfectly "normal" people (which is in part due to our parents & the environment we grow up in) & there is no ideal status to reach before becoming a parent but idk, i feel like if you only want to have a child so you can treat it as a caged animal who does your bidding then there should be safeguards to stop you

admittedly, then that reaches into your bodily autonomy & no one should be allowed to tell you what to do or not to do with your body & CPS exists but atp they step in (if they ever do) the damage is already done & that's not even mentioning the fact that CPS is more often than not a tool of the state & does more harm than good when it puts kids into the system. there's just no way to win

[this-wasnevertheplan]

my MIL lacks all social awareness. To be honest I’ve long though my MIL is intellectually disabled. She’s 80 and her mom was a teacher, so it tracks that her mother was able to protect her and also no one really noticed because a dumbass girl wouldn’t rise an eyebrow (don’t take that wrong my MIL is down right horrible human and does not deserve any sympathy you can feel sorry for the child but condemn the adult because she’s fucking trash). She might have an IQ (also trash I know) in the 80’s. She’s dumb, she lacks curiosity, and worse she over estimates her level of intelligence and likability. She constantly tells stories that are pushing 50 or more years old. CONSTANT. She interrupts, talks over LOUDLY, brags about weird shit (quick aside, my second cousin in law shot a man in cold blood, which we do not really talk about because really who wants to talk about him he killed a human, but MIL brags at dinner that SHE KNOWS about serial killer behavior because HER grandnephew killed a man and he killed his brothers pet bird as a child. WTF woman trying to eat Christmas dinner and not be shouted at, she only has one volume LOUD, about your knowledge or lack of knowledge of what makes a murder. And we’re back). We’re gearing up for our second full day of FAMILY TIME, where we get to listen to her talk about crap, demand money from the trust so she can send 200 bucks on salmon and cases of shitty fucking wine and then wrap up items from her house to give us as gift. Go fuck yourself jeanne Marie warren, your untreated fucking pathologies have destroyed enough of my life. I just want my birthday back, and my husband to actually be happy.

[entireoranges]

I finally took a dive into the Colleen Snark subreddit. Even posted and commented a couple things. I agree with many of their points, but not all. This involves everything and not just recent developments.

Despite what the majority thinks I don’t believe her family and friends knew every single detail. A lot of her bullshit behavior including the bullying was done in private groups and chats. I don’t see her running to Rachel for example and showing what she has done and laughing. Erik really doesn’t seem to care about the deeper fan stuff, he kept that has her thing.

I mean there have been literally serial killers where the family absolutely had no idea what was happening. If someone can hide that it’s not out of the realm of possibility to hide or down play what Colleen has done.

Yes those in her circle turned a blind eye to some behaviors which is a shame, though the cliche of hindsight is 20 20 comes to mind.

Just because Rachel isn’t IMMEDIATELY saying something doesn’t mean she is supporting her sister. This a big development on many fronts, give people time a chance to breath, think, handle things privately before demanding they make public statements.

Humor changes over the years and what is acceptable. What ten years ago people found hilarious and had no qualms with, now look at them very differently. And YouTube quality control especially for children protection was a lot different. Basically a lot of grinch wtf videos of herself or Miranda won’t fly now, unfortunately many at the time would have.

Finally just because you write about something gross and despicable such as inc*st doesn’t mean you support it, like it, etc. Writers can completely separate themselves from characters and situations. I’ve seen comments / posts saying just because Christopher helped write the Miranda book with these things that means he has to support it in the real world.

Colleen absolutely needs held accountable I’m not arguing that.

[gaysontodd]

have you never heard of figurative language dumb fuck. obviously i know they're shot they never shut the fuck up about it. anyway i can see you're also a serial killer to be just like they are

wtf red got shot????? holy shit, i hope ne’s okay D:

look kid, its some fan behavior to say that im acting like a fan after i point out youre weirdly obsessed with fuck :/