#serial killer plot

[writing-is-hard-af]

His phone screen was bright, almost too bright, and he winced as it lit up, squinting down at it until it dimmed, unlocking from his face. His text chain with Buck was still open, but Buck still hadn’t responded. The Read right below his own text felt like it was taunting him, pushing for him to do something, because he couldn’t remember a single time Buck had ever left him on read. He always responded pretty much the second he saw a text from Chris, even if it was just something small that didn’t need a response. Chris sighed, trying to ease the tension he could feel growing in his jaw and neck, but Buck wasn’t responding.

Buck, did you die or something? We’re watching without you.

Maybe if he just tried again Buck would respond, maybe he’d been driving when he got the first one and only had time to glance at it at a stop light so he forgot to answer. He turned his phone off again before he could see if Buck saw it. Buck would respond this time, he had to. But what if he didn’t? What if something actually happened to him? What if–

The TV blurred in front of him, his eyes unfocusing as fear started to course through his veins. Because what was he supposed to do if something bad actually had happened? He hadn’t seen Buck in almost nine months, he hadn’t even said goodbye the last time he saw him. He–

No, no, Buck was fine. He had to be. Chris needed to not jump to conclusions. He needed to calm down. Buck would respond eventually like he always did and he would apologize about how long it took and that he was late for movie night for weeks, and then they’d forget about it. Because Buck was fine; he was probably just distracted, probably just didn’t notice the time and had his phone on silent. He never has his phone on silent. No, he must have. Buck wouldn’t ignore him and Buck was fine, so that had to be it. It had to.

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The next chapter of my way through is out!

[13tinysocks]

i have beef with you guys for killing swimming cap mark. he was my wifey

Look i prommy if i ever write another variant fic I’ll include him and Retro.

[vamptastic]

grell literally has everything. a cunty outfit. she's transgender. chainsaw. implied tragic backstory. she kills people for fun. her glasses have little skull charms on them. she's even bisexual. it's like god created the perfect character in a lab for me personally.

[hakusins]

Friend's PC sheet + honorable close ups. Dick belongs to @chronosbled (Speka)

Dickson the Recluse (the Serial Killer)

Thank you so much to my dear friend for not only joining me in my struggles in DOL but also adding her adorable child into it!! This is a PC sheet to get everyone introduced to the wonderful (deranged) sweetheart known as Dick, short for Dickson! I'll let my friend do the rest of the introduction~! But Eri is very excited to show off her new (toxic, deranged, abusive, possessive) girlfriend~!

[teecupangel]

I just thought of something really gruesome.

So, was thinking of botw and totk and how you make tonics. And then thought of Des with Link’s powers. And had the thought. What if Des could make the potions from those games? But wait, that would require monster parts. And then l remembered a lovely line from BDG.

“And we all know the real monster is man. And cannibalism is frowned upon in New York.”

So if we were to say the real monsters are Templars. Well…..they’re not necessarily in New York? And the other ingredients are just things like flowers or bugs? Strength Pot Des anyone?

Cannibalism in this one XD

Desmond could have gotten some kind of ‘recipe book’ while dumpster diving.

He was just looking for stuff he could fix and use or maybe even decoration for his new small apartment.

He though the book looked alright. Didn’t have a name or anything in it and all the pages looked handwritten so he took it with him to read when he was bored.

Oh. And the small cauldron it was in looked good enough to use after some heavy scrubbing.

The first page looked weird.

It only said ‘1 monster part and 1 ~ 4 hightail lizard or hot-footed frog’

Monster part???

He thought of it as maybe just someone writing whatever they wanted, like some kind of story or something.

Until… someone tried to break inside his home.

Now, Desmond wasn’t exactly a pacifist but he was also not a pushover.

And then the thief had the gall to call Desmond’s home a shithole because it didn’t have anything worthwhile to steal and tried to stab him because he thought Desmond might have some cash on him.

During the altercation, Desmond managed to cut the thief’s hand near the kitchen where he was making frog soup using that cauldron (the frogs came from an Asian store with a sweet old lady who told him that they were ‘farm frogs’, her English wasn’t that good, and that they were good to eat in a soup)

The thief ran away, Desmond finished cooking his dinner and ate it…

Realizing he may have eaten the meat of what is absolutely not the skeleton of a frog.

Pretty sure it was a finger.

And that was the day Desmond became an accidental cannibal.

Fuck.

And because he was a slave to capitalist like everyone else, he had to go to work while trying to not freak out over eating a finger.

Maybe two.

Holy shit.

And then he wasn’t… tired at all? Like… he had to work overttime and he was still okay?

For some reason, his mind went straight to that book and about how “a monster part and 1~4 tiredless frogs” would give the drinker a boost on their stamina.

There was no way, right?

Right???

.

A month later, Desmond was mugged in some abandoned alleyway and he kicked the mugger’s ass. Unfortunately, during the altercation, Desmond plucked the mugger’s eye (heat of the moment, Desmond was trained to attack every weak point without mercy) and it was disgusting but then…

What if?

He returned home, dropped the eye in the cauldron and looked for anything he could try (not him, there’s a stray cat outside the apartment, he could just leave the soup out and they’d drink it, no harm, no foul… well, he had a human eye but that was beside the point).

There’s one that is supposed to make one faster and it needed ‘hot-footed frogs’ or ‘hightail lizards’. He went with lizards since he’d seen a few in the apartment just chilling.

He cooked the soup, went downstairs and left it by the dumpster.

He watched as the stray cat smelled it (he made sure that it was cooled before he left it) and began to lick it.

The cat’s licking began to be faster and then… it… It wasn’t like a cat that was zooming everywhere.

The cat was moving as normal.

But it was faster.

Holy shit.

Desmond just got some kind of witch brew book… that counted humans as monsters.

And… well…

There were a lot of bad people in New York and Desmond wasn’t really raised to have a rigid moral code.

[charmac]

How are you feeling about S17? I'm getting reaaal worried that it's going to be terrible. No Glenn in the writers room? A crossover episode?? Rob's gradual transformation into pondslime??? Help

Pondslime 😭Lmfao

I'm feeling more than fine about 17, really truly. I don't think anyone should be worried at all.

I think sometimes my interactions with Glenn come off a little more serious or abrasive than they really happened in real life (because we have to shout due to how loud it is in the bars), and my immediate transcription is just to get people *information*, which really doesn't convey tone.

For example, reporting that Glenn said "you don't want to know" in response to me asking for any teasers (as to plots this season) was met with a lot of "oh so this season is gonna suck" on Twitter, and that could not be further than the truth (sorry to the people I split-react blocked for saying that lol). In hindsight I get the reaction, because written out it's a response that can be easily misinterpreted and reads as potentially concerning, but know that when Glenn said "you don't want to know" he looked like this:

And when I was genuinely just asking for script information (regarding writers of individual scripts after he mentioned they had broken already) and mentioned Nina (Inflates) and Ross (DTAMHD), he gushed about both of them and then said, transcribed word for word, "It's been a good room, I'll say this it's been a great room. It's been an all-star room, it's been...like, breaking the stories this year has been really fun. [Me: Yeah?] Yeah. [That's great, that is great to hear.] It's been really fun."

So the idea of "no Glenn in the writers room" is really much more akin to Season 16 than 13/14. He was there to break stories (meaning he was in the room when they were brainstorming plot ideas and when they settled on which plots would be turned into scripts) but Rob and Charlie are taking the brunt of writing their (RCG's) scripts because of Sirens. This is the same thing that happened with The Gang Goes Bowling. Glenn's name is on the script, but Rob and Charlie wrote the majority of it while Glenn was shooting Blackberry. (I remember originally being convinced it was a mistake Glenn was listed as a writer for Bowling, lmfao). And Glenn is definitely still contributing, will be on revisions for the non-RCG scripts, and will classically change or improv whatever he thinks is best for Dennis when he's on set (see: the Risk E. Rats script).

Also, I know the crossover is concerning to a lot of people just given the nature of it, but as of what we know right now it's only on Abbott, so it's really just as if this season's The Gang Cracks the Liberty Bell or The Janitor Always Mops Twice took place on a different show instead of ours...

I promise promise promise Glenn was clearly holding his tongue for good things coming up, and Friday night very much restored my confidence that Season 17 will be good. (But..if you don't think Glenn has good contributions to Sunny or understands the agenda, then sorry this response probably sucks lmfao)

[damian-lil-babybat]

Dami 😭 I know Boy Wonder is a whimsy and heartfelt take...and this plot twist was a nice redemption act.

But, mah boi, stop picking up kids you've orphaned (or help orphaned) yourself. It happened three times already! It's not looking good...

This is not how you make friends! Not through duel to death or blood debt or kidnapping!

Robin: Son of Batman #1 (Maya Ducard)

Robin: Son of Batman #10 (Suren Darga)

Boy Wonder #5 (2024)

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

I've been thinking about Corentin pre-tadpole...dude meets one (1) guy who wouldn't jump at the chance to stab them and immediately falls hard

[coruleusrose]

Something something Clownzy fic I wrote for Valentines day.

It's incomplete 'cause I got a bit lazy. I'm putting it here for the ten people keeping this ship sailing.

~~

Someone knocked on Branzy's door.

It was odd because Branzy did in fact, have a doorbell, but he ignored it in favor of seeing who decided to bother him on this lovely Friday afternoon.

Looking through the peephole, Branzy didn't see anyone on the other side.

Despite the obvious lack of an actual person though, Branzy decided to open the door anyway.

Even after opening the door, there didn't seem to be anyone at all. However, Branzy did see a basket of flowers right in front of his door.

Not just any flowers, roses.

Red and purple roses, all gingerly placed in a basket, that was sitting outside his door. Tied to the handle of the basket with a red ribbon, was a little tag that read:

Happy Valentines Day

~ CP

This... was unexpected. Branzy didn't have a lover. He wasn't seeing anyone either. He had no clue who could have given him these.

CP must have been the initials of this mystery person, but among the few people Branzy knew, none of them had these initials.

Unknowing what to do, Branzy took the basket inside, and set it on a table. Then, he went on with his day, the flowers staying a prominent presence in his home.

~~

That's it. Happy (Late) Valentines Day.

[writing-is-hard-af]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60921367/chapters/160726555

The house they were circled in front of seemed to loom over them, one of the only buildings on the street to be almost entirely constructed, and Eddie could almost feel tendrils of darkness leaking through its seams. A shudder ran through him, and he suddenly felt cold, the blood in his veins freezing and moving at a sluggish pace, dread pooling in the pit of hi a stomach. Had the killer taken the others here too? Was the house stained with blood drained from the others? Was Buck–

It had been almost 48 hours, almost to the deadline, but did that really matter anymore, now that they were there? Would the killer care to make sure they had Buck as long as they did the others before– before– or was Buck already– He’d called 911 with the killer’s phone, they could’ve– What would a serial killer do to not be caught? What had they done to make Buck hang up the phone?

Eddie tried to suppress the panic, tried to push it down until he couldn’t feel it or anything at all, but the second Athena shoved the car door closed behind herself, it crashed over him again, all at once. But it wasn’t just panic, wasn’t just fear. It was outright terror, all-consuming, buzzing through every single nerve ending in his entire body, setting him ablaze. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been this terrified, scared, desperate. Even in Afghanistan, he’d never felt like this. Because the only people he’d cared about as much as he did Buck had been safe in El Paso, because he was the one in danger, and it hadn’t seemed to matter much if anything happened to him as long as everyone else was okay. But this was Buck and he– and he–

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Next Chapter of my way through is up!

[voidbeau]

"Vegan" Argos who sources all of his meat from happily willing humans and even other void residents so his meat is cruelty free.

"Vegan" Argos who also makes use of the meat plants via similar methods as above and says all his meat is plant based.

The implied cannibalism and overall consumption of sentient beings in general is already dodgy enough, but let's assume "vegan" Argos is also not above coercion when finding "willing" donors.

Vegan Argos who is very much a butcher with a taste for flesh.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

None of this means anything.

I'm sleepy.

[purpleshadow-star]

Pic context: Talking about the exy stadium at USC considering the fact that USC is a real school

I love how Nora just invents things in order to avoid complications with real-life things.

Like, using USC's football stadium as the exy stadium too would take a lot of work to figure out how that would be possible. Solution: invent a new stadium!

Having the characters play a real sport that already exists would mean looking into all the rules and regulations and history, etc, and there could be multiple elements of the sport that work against the plot of the story or complicate it in some way. Solution: invent a new sport!

I mean, it gives her full creative control over what happens in the story, and we as readers get to learn about a cool new thing without feeling the need to fact-check every element. Tbh, it makes so much sense to me.

Like, go off! Make stuff up! It's your world. We're just reading and enjoying and becoming obsessed with it!!!

[kylermalloy]

Charm and Harm

Fandom: Trigun Stampede/Supernatural

Characters: Millions Knives/Vash the Stampede, Millions Knives (Trigun Maximum)

Word Count: 4972

Written together with @xx-feministsamwinchester-xx

Vash has always chafed against the life her father forces her and her brother to lead—a nomadic crusade against the forces of evil in the world. And her brother's never been exactly stable.

When he finds her at the college she thought would be her escape, her suspicions are immediately aroused. What has her brother been up to? Where is their father?

And if Nai sinks his claws into her now, will he ever let her go?

Read more

[s-wordsmith]

Something I really need Stranger Things fic writers to know is that no one in rural America was locking any doors in the eighties apart from the government and businesses. I remember when there was a big stink about "we gotta start locking our doors now how am I supposed to remember that every time I leave the house." People didn't lock the doors when they were home until at LEAST the mid-aughts, a lot of people STILL don't. "Oh we can't get into so-and-so's house/car because we don't have the keys!" You do not need the keys, just open the door. "I'm alarmed because I went over to so-and-so's house and their front door was unlocked so I instantly knew something was wrong." It would be much weirder if it was locked. If I showed up at my friend's house and the door was locked I would immediately assume something was wrong. If I lived in a town regularly invaded by monsters and patrolled by mobs of government agents/Russian spies/jocks with guns, I would assume my friend was currently being hunted.

[leclercskiesahead]

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Ferrari guess the width of a steering wheel

Featuring:

Whatever Carlos’ face is doing at the beginning

Measuring using food: the most Italian method

Josh being unnecessarily tall

Pierluigi creatively trying not to swear

Them going all the way over to Haas to make Ollie participate

Everyone having a closer guess than the drivers

[dabeth-is-dead]

I don't like the Pelant plotline. I think it's stupid and overdone. But it does round out the whole "Max is the narrative foil for Booth" thing they played with in the early Max episodes pretty well