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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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I went to see the Barbie movie but was surprised to see that the theater was also showing a movie called ‘Ken’. It was filmed at the same time as the Barbie movie, with all of the same actors and sets and everything, except in this one, it was from Ken’s POV and he was a serial killer.
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half-oz-eddie · 9 months
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The Widowmaker (Serial Killer! Billy Hargrove)
Warning for slightly graphic content
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They call him the Widowmaker. He only kills a very specific demographic. Remarried fathers, particularly over the age of 30. He has traveled to 15 different states, and killed over 20 different men, leaving wives without husbands, turning them all into widows. He usually spends a few weeks in each town, stalking his mark, before killing them all the exact same way.
He strangled them with a belt. The same belt his father used to beat him with. Then he carves PUSSY across their forehead with his earring.
He never stays in any of the towns long, and always does all of his transactions with a fake ID. He could be John from Kansas, Andrew from Colorado, Brian from Maine, but he was never Billy. Billy was left behind in California a long time ago. His father had beaten Billy out of him.
He thought he was never going to be Billy again. Only The Widowmaker. He got a thrill from destroying families. Sometimes he’d spy on the child that clung to the stepmother, or their real mother, proud of himself for doing what he thought was saving a child from a broken family.
Billy enjoyed listening to stories about his killings on the radio, and warning fathers still happily married to the mothers of their children to “watch out, there’s a psycho on the loose.” They would thank him, and tell John, or Dave, or Adam to drive safely.
When Billy was passing through Indiana, there was a terrible storm. The storm caused him to lose control of his vehicle and hit a tree in the outskirts of a small town.
This tree was part of someone’s property. The property owner quickly came to his aid, helping him out of his vehicle, and into their house.
Billy didn’t like to be helped. He didn’t like to be worried about, but passing through a small town will subject you to that tight-knit sense of community. This man brought him, a stranger, a killer, into his home, offered him ice and bandages, and even a cup of coffee.
“We only have one mechanic in town, so you’ll need somewhere to stay until your car’s fixed. I have some extra beds here.”
“Thanks. You live here alone?”
“No. I have a son. His mom and I divorced and it’s my weekend to spend time with him.”
Steve was almost his type—almost. He hasn’t remarried, and he wasn’t 30 just yet. What was Billy going to do?
“You haven’t touched your coffee at all. You a beer guy, maybe?” Steve continued. “I’ve got a few cans in the fridge. Help yourself” he offered.
“Thanks.” Billy accepted.
“I’m Steve by the way. Steve Harrington.”
“You got a nice house here, Harrington. I’m—“
Who was he going to be? John? Adam? Mark? Dave? Pete?
“I’m Billy.” He shook his hand. “Billy Hargrove.”
He decided not to kill him after all.
Part 2 ->
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blogofsara · 8 months
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TW: Mention Of Abuse
I was psychologically, emotionally and verbally abused by my elementary school teachers but I didn't become a Serial Killer who kills teachers who yell at their students..... Dear Rosamund, your logic makes no sense! (Original screen: Auric180).
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miss-galaxy-turtle · 9 months
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Why are people making Clone High OCs based on literal nazis and serial killers??
There are so many interesting historical figures you could use and THAT'S what you go with??
What the fuck is wrong with some of yall??
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cesar2081 · 8 months
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— Hallownapperic
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A gender related to / based around being a halloween kidnapper and/or halloween serial killer.
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Coined by Us / @cesar2081 Requested by 🧡 anon
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I just saw a meme on facebook that pissed me off so just to clarify: if anyone decides to try and dress up as j*ffrey d*hmer this year because of the fucking netflix series, that will be an immediate block.
he was not a fucking fictional character, he was a real life fucking serial killer, cannibal and paedophile, and the families of his victims are still out there. have some fucking respect.
if you want to dress up as a killer, dress up as chucky, michael myers, freddy kreuger, literally anyone that isn’t fucking real.
cannot believe I’m having to remind people to have respect for a real life serial killer’s victims and their families but here we fucking go 🤦🏻
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goofily-moved · 6 months
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im cooking up a new oc....... her fc is ruby lane from the fear street movies :3
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tana-draws · 8 months
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So I have never seen NBC Hannibal but I know it’s popular on Tumblr so I feel the need to come clean on something.
I thought Hannibal was a real person for multiple years. Like since I first heard the name when I was like eight or nine I assumed he was a real cannibal serial killer like Jeffery Dahmer. So make of that what you will.
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I hate this system. I'm signing a petition to system hop (joking) to a system that doesn't have a screaming violent man with such a strong survival instinct it became a broken sense of survival instincts
Today I, Lucille the pacifist by choice, was enjoying my day doing Lucille things like drinking tea, listening to 1950's easy listening and classical music, writing up a post on this blog with self care tips and making sure our system's needs were met in the rare moment I took the front as of late and overall I was enjoying my nerdy, introverted, zen before I inevitably decided to pass the front up to Riku or XIV to have their needs met.
And minding my own business, our old Wing Chun Discord for the club we were in during college sends out an announcement that there was a "Third Fatal Stabbing on Campus" which obviously, for those that know this system, had XIV running up to the front and basically internally grasping onto my shoulder and hovering over me (invading all my personal mental space) to read and began loudly venting and going off
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WHAT DUDE THEIRS A SERIAL STABBER IN OUR OLD UNIVERSITY WHAT THE FUCK NOW THAT IM GONE WHAT THE FUCK" "COME ON MAN I WANNA BE THERE I WANNA FUCK WITH THE SERIAL STABBER MURDERER" "GOD THIS SUCKS ALL THE FUN STUFF HAPPENS WHEN IM NOT HERE" (continued XIV rambling)
Then I briefly, after vent laughing about it to a friend, humored it a bit and did admit I was also a bit curious what was going on with their being a serial stabber with three fatal stabbings on our old campus - which was a mistake to humor by the way because it once again ignited him
"RIGHT I WANT TO KNOW I WANT TO MEET THE GUY MAN" "MAD MAN" "OUR CITY IS SO BORING FUCK MAN ALWAYS WHEN I LEAVE"
I'm literally here listening to my relaxing nice music, enjoying my nerdy pacifism in a school library, doing self care and being Zen, enjoying my peace and quiet
And this asshole runs to the front wanting to fight a serial stabber and being genuinely upset he isnt in the town with the serial stabber
I can't have one day of peace in this system.
This is why I really would like to file for a refugee system hopping request. I can fill out a pass port and application. I'm very good at academia and hard sciences and I'm also pretty good at first aid care. I have previous experience being a primary protector for probably at least 6 years. Please accept this application this is a dire need. (joking)
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one-time-i-dreamt · 7 months
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My thesis advisor was a serial murderer. I found this out after seeing her cut open her husband's dead body. She then tried to kill me because I was the only one who knew her secret. When I went to the chair of the department, the only thing they did was have me fill out paperwork to drop out of the program because they wouldn't let her advise me anymore.
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(TW; MURDER) thinking about serial killer Johnny Lawrence obsessing over all valley tournament famous Daniel LaRusso
teenage Daniel LaRusso getting mugged in an alley way and this valley wide known serial killer comes up behind the guy and killing him while Daniel is busy questioning why this masked killer’s build and voice are so much alike his classmate and rival Johnny Lawrence
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coffee-bee-demon · 10 months
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"I'm sorry, Jane..."
(Warning: language and graphic descriptions)
It was a rainy Saturday night. I sat on my black leather recliner, wrapped in a soft grey blanket with a cup of coffee in my hand. A true crime documentary played on the TV as always. This time about the killer who resided in my town back in the 80s. I was taking a sip of coffee when the screen began to glitch, the interviewee's face distorting beyond recognition. Could it be the storm, I thought.
I tried to turn off the tv but it wouldn't shut off. "You shitty TV," I muttered. I threw the blanket onto the arm of the chair and set the coffee on the side table. My legs struggled to keep me up from sitting down for too long. I groaned in pain as I made my way over to the tv to pull the cord and plug it back in. Suddenly, the screen showed one of the women who were victims of the local killer. My blood ran cold and felt my heart sink to my stomach.
It was my sister, Jane. She was in immense pain, restricted, and strapped to what seemed to be a pole in an isolated room. Her malnourished body was covered in dry blood, bruises, cuts, and scars. "Please," she whimpered, almost as if she was talking to me. "Let me go!" Her blood-curdling scream echoed in the living room. I was in shock and frozen in place. Tears began to run down my cheeks. "Fuck, Jane..." A loud crash was heard in another room. I whipped my head to where the sound came from. It sounded like it came from the basement.
I slowly made my way over to the fireplace and grabbed the fire poker to arm myself. Tiptoeing closer to the basement, my heart pounds against my chest as my trembling hands grip tightly around the weapon. All of this almost feels like a horror movie; a dumb white woman such as myself inching toward danger.
A foot away from the basement door and I can smell rotting flesh. My nose crunched up. I fought with myself. Should I really investigate or should I call the police? The police wouldn't be helpful. I knew that ever since the era of the Haven Killer. The only good thing they did was execute the bastard after 4 years of playing hide and seek with him.
I held my breath, gathered my courage, and opened the door. It was dark and the odor was more putrid. What is that God-awful smell? I flicked the light on and began to descend the stairs. The lightbulb wasn't the best but it made enough shine to see. The concrete floor was cold against my bare feet. Boxes filled with miscellaneous objects were scattered along the walls. Some were piled like towers, some open, some still taped shut. My eyes widened as I spotted a bloody line smeared around the staircase. It looked as if something was dragged. I gulped and followed the line.
I almost screamed seeing the horrifying creature laying in a puddle of blood. The line was a trail to the... thing. It was a human but it was distorted and twisted. Hunched over, its lanky arms and legs supported its pale grey and emaciated body. It had long but disheveled hair that covered its face. It was whimpering like it was in pain. Was this what made the crash earlier?
My heart was pounding more than ever. My eyes were so wide you'd think they'd pop out by now. I didn't dare move. I couldn't. I was confident I could handle myself but now I'm too damn scared. It lifted its face to look at me and I dropped my fire poker. It was wearing my sister's face as its own. The same face that had shown me love, hate, care, compassion, and fear. Tears flowed down my face like a river. I yelled as I'm caught in my emotions, "Why?! Why are you here?! How fucking dare use my sister's face like a mask, you heartless bitch?!" I can't stand to see that face anymore. It hurts too much. It inched closer, walking in an awkward way. I quickly backed up to the staircase. It picked up in pace, opening its mouth to show its sharp teeth.
I turned around and tried to run up the stairs, but I felt its bony fingers wrap around my ankle and yank me toward it. My face smacked hard on one of the steps, almost knocking me unconscious. Blood began to pour out of my nose. I screamed as I tried to kick it away, but its grip on me was too tight. It threw me against the wall into some boxes, causing them to break. Running over to me and screeching, it knocked the fire poker into the far corner out of reach. I was then thrown into the floor repeatedly. My blood splattered everywhere and I felt my bones snap. I could barely move. The pain became unbearable. My breathing became shallow. The slim creature crawled on top of me and unhinged its jaw, ready to devour my head. I was done fighting. Jane wouldn't have wanted me to quit but I'm too weak. Its mouth lowered down to my face. "I'm... sorry, Jane..." Crunch-!
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miss-galaxy-turtle · 1 year
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I absolutely love the, for lack of a better word, "cutesy" vibe that Annaleigh Ashford brings to Mrs. Lovett for two main reasons
(Also I'd like to preface this by seeing that, sadly, I haven't seen it live or have found a bootleg with video, and this was written before the release of the cast recording, so this is just based on the clips and audio I've been able to find)
One, it really drives home how fucked up and demented Lovett is. She's so chill about these terrible things she's doing, from the cannibalism (and cannibalism by proxy) to the way she's keeping Sweeney from knowing Lucy's alive. She has absolutely no remorse, and the saccharine way she acts just adds to that
Two, it's a great tool to show how manipulative she is to everyone. Like. Me? Harboring and helping a serial killer and baking bodies into my pies? I would never! I'm just a soft girl uwu......just a silly lil gal......🥺🥺
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skyedancer2006 · 7 months
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The feeling when your comfort fic is a serial killer AU and you get ridiculously excited every time it updates
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kittywriites · 2 years
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&& open && he’s a ser!al k!ller, she’s kinda hot for it, that’s the plot
&&        Even just watching her stand there with the kn!fe, whether or not she’d ever use it, stirred something below his belt. Moving to stand behind her, Damon pushed her hair to one side, lips finding her neck as his hands found her hips. “Careful,” he warned against the side of her throat. “I usually use that one to get clothes out of my way. Slices through most of it like butter.” he murmured, hands sliding along the material of the dress was wearing right then. “Could slice this little thing to ribbons.” 
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apelcini · 2 years
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every serial killer’s methods may be unique but if you look at all you’ll see that they’re actually all the same monster in different bodies. the same cycle of abuse that warps them, the same monstrosity in their head that makes them look at a person and see a tool, the same trail of devastated families and crater of grief left in their impact. but no victim is truly faceless. even a skeletal jane or john doe has a face to be estimated and redrawn and redrawn, friends and family who miss them, a story that led them to where they crossed paths with their killer. a unique set of potential futures that were all wiped into the same empty, static eternity by the same monster in a different skin.
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