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‘Dahmer — Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story’ series review: Beautifully acted but ultimately unnecessary
‘Dahmer — Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story’ series review: Beautifully acted but ultimately unnecessary
Though the series based on the life and crimes of the serial killer purports to tell the victims’ stories, it ends up cannabalising its own good intentions
Though the series based on the life and crimes of the serial killer purports to tell the victims’ stories, it ends up cannabalising its own good intentions
Even though beautifully acted, there is the nagging question about whether we needed…
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#Dahmer— Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story#Dahmer— Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story review#Evan Peters#Extremely Wicked#Ian Brennan#Jeffrey Dahmer Netflix#Mindhunter#Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story#psycho killers netflix#Ryan Murphy#serial killer series netflix#Shockingly Evil and Vile#Ted Bundy tapes
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joe continuing to justify his actions is so funny to me. like no babe you’re still bad x
#you netflix#you#joe goldberg#you're a psycho stop it#after this long you'd think he'd learn but#once a killer always a killer
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After thinking about it for a while I think I appreciate The Killer even more. It's so clear in hindsight that the killer is completely full of shit and full of himself. He's like the anti Fight Club protagonist: all of his internal monologues are mostly stupid. He talks a big game but fucks up constantly. He repeats to himself that he can't take things emotionally but he clearly does. His core motivation is emotional and he takes stupid risks out of anger, spite or even self-importance. He's the biggest loser since Patrick Bateman graced the screen. The movie literally starts with a twenty minute monologue about how methodical and meticulous he is, how much thought and effort goes into every second of his work, and then he proceeds to immediately fuck the job up completely.
It's really great. One of my favorites this year for sure.
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sigh. it's always the fictional psycho serial killers that have me on my knees. tyler's got me feeling some type of way.
#wednesday#netflix show#netflix#wednesday netflix#wednesday addams#tyler galpin#fictional psycho serial killers
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[Chris's opinions]
I have a tremendous hatred for Jeffrey Dahmer, more so now that there are people who have been romanticizing him even before with the only excuse that he was attractive, I have seen too many cases like this and seriously people who happen to those guys so that they go to defend murderers . THEY ARE KILLERS FOR GOD!!!! there is no reason to romanticize them because it only makes you attractive.
#Jeffrey Dahmer#netflix#netflix series#Chris's opinions#my friend dahmer#psycho killer#Dahmer#movie#disgusting
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↳ please respond…I showed you my cock
⚤ ghostface x female!reader
【 18+ ONLY — Minors DNI 】
✉ taking requests
part 2 ▻ a pretty mouth
2023 was a different year for everyone. Covid was 2020's big killer, and now ghostface seemed to be claiming 2023 as his year. You were one of his taunting targets. Text messages, phone calls, notes in your locker or mail. He had even been in your room once to leave a message on your mirror.
‘I like the red ones’ which was referring to your panties that you were trying on the other day after doing some much needed retail therapy with some friends.
Your group was getting smaller and smaller as more students were murdered, kidnapped or not heard from in weeks. Curfew was getting shorter that soon enough school was sure to be cancelled until the police solved whoever was running around killing everyone.
It’s Tuesday night and you just finished showering, you had been blowdrying your hair for the last 20 minutes. The recent news far from your thoughts, the truck load of school work that was due was giving you a migraine. Finally your hair was dried and you were ready to slip into bed and start your assignment. You turned your TV on, immediately putting on your current Netflix show that you were binging.
Eyes flicking back and forth from your laptop screen to your TV. You hadn’t checked your phone since you started to shower and noticed you had multiple messages from an unknown number. But it wasn’t unknown to you. You knew exactly who it was.
Unknown Number +1**********
➤ quiet night?
➤ parents aren’t home.
➤ neighbours are out of town.
You had only had one actual physical contact with ghostface which was two weeks ago. He chased you around your house until your neighbours came barging in and he ran away. Ever since you had your parents change the locks and debate whether or not to send you across the country to live with your aunt and uncle until it was all over. You pleaded that they didn’t and instead they paid for a self defence class for you.
Your phone buzzed again, drawing your attention away from the TV.
Unknown Number +***********
➤ i liked the little show you put on for me the other day.
➤ wish i had been there to ruin those little red panties
You weren’t sure what to write back, you sat there debating if you should even write anything back and entertain this creep.
Just as you put your phone down, the screen lit up and the room echoed from your ringtone.
Unknown Caller
You weren’t sure if you should pick up, but something inside you made you do it.
“Hello?” You hesitantly asked as you held the device up to your ear. Waiting to hear that deep voice that you couldn’t recognise.
“Hello y/n. Enjoying your show?” Your eyes met your TV screen to see your show playing still on low volume. You turned the TV off, quickly standing to your feet to look out your window. It was barely lit outside from the streetlight and nothing seemed to stick out like a sore thumb.
“Who is this? Why are you tormenting me?” You had asked the question too many times that it was just routine, you’d hope that one time he would budge and just tell you.
“The question isn’t who I am. the question is where I am.” You heart began to race, eyes searching endlessly out your window, he had to be close by. You suddenly felt the booty shorts and crop top that you had slid into wasn’t the best attire to be wearing at home alone whilst being stalked by a psycho.
“Look asshole, you wanna play games. I can play.” You weren’t sure what you exact plan was, but it was the first thing to pop into your head. Were you terrified of ghostface? Yes. But did it also arouse you how much he called you, texted you, the fact he had probably seen you naked countless times, even possibly pleasured himself to the sight of you.
“Oh yeah? In the mood for monopoly?” He chuckled darkly on the other end, you could only hope he was still watching you from where he was. With your free hand you danced your fingers down your torso, dipping into the waistband of your shorts and panties and itching your way to your centre that was throbbing. You could hear a deep growl on the other end.
You chuckled into the phone, knowing he was definitely watching you now. You breathed a soft moan as your fingertip circles your juicy clit, using your arousal as lube to slick your finger around the bundle of nerves. Your moans grew louder and your mouth fell agape as you began walking backwards onto your bed, allowing yourself to fall back into the plush mattress and send yourself into a bliss.
You had forgotten about ghostface, your phone falling from your ear to beside your head.
“Hey!” Your eyes popped open as you remembered he was still on the other end. You quickly grabbed it, slowing your circles to keep yourself on edge.
“I want to hear your pretty cries when you cum, I want you to cum to me and only me. You got that princess?” His words were sharp and threatening, just like the blade he used to murder your friends. God you were getting turned on and touching yourself to a psycho killer. The unexpected happened next. A snapchat notification came through.
Gfce23 added you on Snapchat!
It was him. It had to be. You accepted, still working yourself and slipping a finger inside your dripping cunt to get more arousal on your clit.
Immediately a video came through, along with a few photos. You bit your lip as you thought about what could possibly be on the other end. You had to take the chance though, you were too far down the rabbit hole.
“Open them, I want you to see what you fucking do to me.” His voice was hoarse and breathless, you could tell he was jerking himself on the other end or something. You clicked on the purple square. Your eyes met a hard cock, veiny and thick. The tip an enraged red with a slight purple tinge. A single drop of precum oozing out the slit and his black leather glove wrapped around his cock.
The video began playing and his hand jerked his cock slowly, throaty moans echoing as the video continued to play and that drop of precum dripped down his pinkish shaft. A small bush of pubic hair that led to a faint snail trail and a set of what you could only guess were abs.
His hand got faster and his moans got faster as he pumped himself hard in his hand, but before you could view more you heard your parents car pulling into the driveway with their faint music blaring.
Ghostface was in the back of your mind as you quickly closed your phone and got settled into bed. Ghostface didn’t call you back, didn’t text you and didn’t send anything else to you that night. But that does’t mean he let you off easy.
It had only been a few days since you last heard from ghostface, but when you did you were surprised to see the message he had sent through was not his usual taunting, threatening approach.
Unkown Number +**********
➤ i want to see that pretty pussy spread out tonight
➤ leave your window unlocked
➤ i know your parents wont be home
➤ hope you like it rough princess
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🖤Fuck or die🖤
Paring: slasher! König x fem! Reader
Warnings: NSFW, mdni, dead dove do not eat, non-con so rape, cuckolding, unwilling cheating, oral, facefuck, dick piercing bc I know y’all like it, unprotected sex, blood, murder, gore in the end. This is only fiction, don’t take any of this too seriously! If you feel triggered by any of these tags - just scroll past!
Word count: 4k, holy fucking shit
A/n: not me writing this in one day, jesus fucking christ😮💨 It’s first time I wrote something so violent, but I think I did pretty good! Originally planned to post it on halloween night but I’m too eager to share!! Also, I tried my best to fix all mistakes by proofreading it 4 times, I really did, but I’m pretty sure that I left out some still
It’s been very uneasy in a small town where you lived - series of blatant murders shook up all inhabitants with their brutality. Cruelly butchered corpses gave a hint of culprit’s strength, so cops guessed it was a man. And the most terrifying thing about this whole situation was that this maniac was still on loose - he never left any evidences, not a damn thing - nothing that could give a clue of who he was. The only trace he’s ever left wasn’t an accident or his mistake, but a well-planned thing - after appearing nameless in numerous news reports and articles he finally decided to introduce himself, writing KÖNIG with his victim’s blood on white flooring, said victim’s two bloody teeth serving as umlaut.
And his motives behind picking out victims were just as unclear - there was nothing in common between all these people: he didn’t have any preferences in victim’s sex or age, their profession nor appearance - as long as they lived in one family house, to avoid anyone hearing their screams, you figured. It seemed that he simply loved killing, who that was - didn’t matter.
You can’t say how exactly it all happened. It was another evening that you were spending at your boyfriend’s place - Paul’s parents were out of town for a few days for anniversary of their wedding, leaving a huge house for their only son. You felt uneasy - there weren’t any new murders in over a month, people were scared that maniac will go “haunting” very soon, which meant that no one was safe.
Paul only cooed at you soothingly when you shared your worries with him, promising to “protect you from all weirdos out there”, placing a comforting kiss on your forehead. So to distract yourselves you decided to throw a movie night - stacking up with snacks and beer, Netflix window opened on a large tv-screen, ready to serve its purpose as you made last preparations.
Cuddled up on the comfy couch, your boyfriend’s comforting warmth slowly seeped into your tense muscles, you watched some corny comedy, groaning in tandem at poorly-made jokes. When suddenly a sound of shattered glass jolted you both up, staring tensely at each other.
- I’ll go check it, - Paul said, getting up and heading to the living room from where the noise came. Everything was quiet for a few long minutes, your fingers fiddled with loose string on the corner of fluffy blanket as you heard some crashing and your boyfriend’s angry shouting:
- Y/n, get out of here!
Then everything was as if in a blur; tall figure clad in all black stepped into the living room, white scream mask contrasting starkly, huge knife covered in thin layer of blood was shining in blue tv-light. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you stared at the man in front of you - sticky feeling of fear seemed to fill every muscle in your body with heavy lead, making it impossibly hard to move even an inch. And then something in your head snapped, you threw yourself off the couch and towards the door opposite from killer, but he was way quicker - huge hands gripped you by your shoulders, rising you off your feet easily and dragging you back towards living room, your struggling and screaming did nothing to help.
You were now kneeling in front of this psycho, hands tied up tightly with coarse rope that dug painfully into your soft skin, surely leaving deep indents and dark bruises. Your boyfriend was laying on his side a few meters afar - bound by his wrists and ankles with same rope, crimson blood oozed out of deep stabbing wound in his stomach, nose obviously broken and bleeding - all these a result of his grapple with intruder, which obviously didn’t end in Paul’s favour.
- Please, - you weeped, tears and snot covered all of your face, whole body trembled with fear and adrenaline. - Please, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t kill me, - you managed to choke out, silent cries tore through your chest, their intensity made it hard for you to breathe - you were hysterical.
- Oh, I know you will, sweetheart, - mechanical voice said in mock sympathy. One huge glowed hand came up to cup your chin, causing you to jolt violently upon feeling the contact; murderer tilted your head upwards, your insides churning upon laying your eyes on white plastic of his mask.
His thumb rubbed soft circles on your wet cheek - it was almost ridiculous how gently he touched you. This made you sob even more, but you didn’t dare to turn away, too scared to anger him.
- That would be a shame to kill such a pretty little thing, after all, - maniac said, glove-clad pad of his thumb swiped over your trembling bottom lip, soft cotton absorbing the mixture of your tears and saliva glazing it. - I may have an idea. Wanna hear it?
Silence set in for a few long gut-wrenching seconds which was interrupted only by your quiet sobbing and sounds of your boyfriend struggling against tight ropes. Quiet squeal tore through your chest as huge hand squeezed your cheeks harshly, yanking your face upward, forcing you to look up at König. Your bleary from tears eyes fixed upon two black holes in his mask, where man’s eyes supposedly were.
- I said “wanna hear it”? - slasher gritted out, his tone harsh as he put heavy emphasis on every syllable he uttered, making you shrink even further into yourself. You nodded your head hastily, not wanting to try out your luck any more.
- Y-yes, - you stammered, your voice giving out making your response sound more like a kitten’s squealing rather than human speech. König stared at you for a few long silent seconds, your knees beginning to tremble from both fear and painful exposure to hard flooring, which soon irradiated onto the whole of your body.
- I’ve been watching you guys, you know? For a few weeks now, - he said nonchalantly, his grip on your face loosened, long fingers tracing intricate shapes on your cheeks and temples, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ears, getting it out of your eyes. A wave of hysterical cries threatened to tear through your throat upon hearing his words, but you tried to suppress them as much as you physically could, staying still before him.
- Yes, - his voice sounded delicate - as if one of those passionate lovers who proclaimed their tender feelings. - Seen you guys do stuff… kiss, cuddle, fuck. A pathetic view, to be honest, - as he said so, his fingers came to tangle in your messy hair, massaging your scalp with soft movements. You felt sick. This man with a dagger bigger than your forearm clasped tightly in one hand, was caressing you so tenderly with another one - his unpredictable behaviour was making your guts churn.
He turned toward your boyfriend who was still thrashing harshly, struggling with all his might against secure confines of tight rope. Your gaze shifted towards your lover as well - the sight made your heart ache - his blood - some already caked and some fresh and shiny - covered the whole bottom of Paul’s face, a makeshift gag out of piece of some fabric was tied skilfully around his head - by the looks of it not to be untied by itself. His eyes met murderer’s, you could make out his muffled promises of killing the bastard, threats to not touch you and to get the fuck out of here. Murderer didn’t look impressed at all, staring silently at your man lying at his feet.
- Look at this pathetic scumbag - I tied your hands loosely, hoped for a bit of a fight, - harsh noise came from the speaker behind the mask, which you figured to be a sigh. König then turned back towards you, his head tilting to the side slightly, you could practically feel his intense gaze prickling on your skin. - Why are you even wasting your time on this piece of shit? He can’t even fuck you right, and you expected this piece of shit to actually protect you from danger? Provide for you?
Hot tears rushed down your cheeks at his words, as you stayed silent, not knowing what to say. König sighed again, rolling his shoulders to rid himself of the tension in sore muscles, his neck popping loudly, making you jolt at the sound.
- Now, my plan is - how about I show you what a real man is like? Set the bar high for you, hm? - he said, a cool glimmer of blood-stained blade caught your eye as König twirled his knife skilfully in between thick fingers barely twenty centimetres away from your face. He noticed your attention shifting from him to his little tool, softly nudging your chin up to look back at him. - Oh, don’t worry darling. If you’re being a good girl that thing won’t touch you, deal?
You nodded your head frantically, swallowing a thick lump in your throat. - Anything, - you choked out, voice hoarse and barely audible but it was enough for him to hear.
- I like the eagerness, - murderer chuckled, straightening his back from semi-crouching position to stand to his full height. His hand left your face with a small pinch on your tear-stained cheek, tossing his knife from one hand to another as if he was juggling; finally gripping the handle tight König pointed the tip of sharp blade towards your boyfriend: - I want you to watch. You dare closing your eyes and she’s dead.
Your eyes widened in panic, staring fearfully at Paul, mouthing silent “please” at him. Maniac shifted his attention back to you; he put his knife into its holster which was attached to his thigh with tight leather straps, you noted that he didn’t secure the handle, making it easier to pull the knife out in one move if needed.
You watched as if in slow motion how his hands came to the waistband of his black jeans, undoing the button and tugging zipper down, pulling front pants pieces apart. Your gaze darted up towards his mask-covered face, confusion mixed with terror written on your face - your insides dropped as you finally realised what he actually meant.
- What? Doll, I promised to show you what a real man is like, - one big hand came to rest on the crown of your head, not pushing nor pulling, just staying there securely. - Now I warn you, you dare using your teeth - I’ll pluck every single one of them before gutting you like a fucking pig, you get it?
Your breath stopped upon hearing his words, shoulders started shaking as strong bout of adrenaline rushed through your veins, making your poor heart pound crazily, threatening to break your ribs from the inside. You nodded your head vigorously, all of a sudden extremely aware of the tight rope binding your wrists together, how your fingers prickled from constricted blood flow, how much your shoulders ached from being pulled back for so long.
- Good girl. Now, go on, - König said, lightly pushing your head towards his clothed crotch. You had to crane your head up painfully because of the height difference between you two in order to even reach König’s private parts. You gazed up at him, unsure of what exactly he wanted you to do, but he just stared down at you silently, not offering any instructions nor comments.
You darted your tongue out, licking a noticeable bulge showing through his boxers, soaking black fabric in your spit. You did it again, and again, fear and adrenaline subduing feelings of humiliation and shame, you could hear your boyfriend’s muffled “get your fucking hands off her”, but König didn’t seem to pay slightest attention to the other male. You tilted your head to the side, pressing your opened mouth to the thick shaft that was trapped between man’s v-line and his tight underwear, sucking on it softly. That made slasher heave a deep sigh, hand on your head tangled deeper in your hair, holding you firmly in place, indicating for you to keep going.
- Now pull my boxers down, - psycho ordered a few seconds later; his voice, though contorted by voice changer, now sounded deeper. You looked frightfully up at him, your hands still bound tightly behind your back.
- But… how? - you asked, a spark of hope igniting in your chest as thought of him untying your hands popped up in your head. But it was extinguished just as quickly as it appeared with his next words:
- Well, think about it, - he shrugged his broad shoulders ever so slightly, your mind racing at the speed of light as you tried to figure out the problem.
You opened your mouth, moving as slowly as you could to indicate that you didn’t mean to do anything reckless - baring your teeth and gently hooking the elastic of his boxers, your canines grazing slightly against warm skin of murderer’s lower stomach. Once you secured your hold on elastic you pulled down on it, managing to slide it down slightly. König’s hard cock sprung right out, standing tall and thick against his clothed stomach - tip was concealed by brownish foreskin, and your eyes widened at the sheer size of him. Your attention was caught by two symmetrical rows of shiny silver balls running along mighty shaft, glistening coldly is white light of living room’s chandelier.
- Now, doll, that’s what a real good cock looks like, - man said, his free hand came to wrap around thick shaft, pumping it a few times to reveal pink head, a shiny bead of precum sitting in the middle of it. - Open wide, princess. And mind your teeth.
You let your mouth fall open, sticking your tongue out; his cock was standing too high for you to reach it in your kneeling position so König had to guide his length down to your lips, your mouth managing to only take his tip and a little bit more inside.
With your mouth full of other man’s cock your eyes wandered in the direction of your boyfriend; thrashing around seemed to finally exhaust him, crimson blood oozed out of the wound in his stomach. His chest was heaving in tandem with his wheezing breath, angry tears streamed down his temples as he stared with fierce anger at your abuser, the sight made your throat clench, causing you to gag on killer’s hefty length.
- Aw, poor girl is not used to a decent cock, huh? Tell me, did the even reach down to your throat? Lemme guess - he was cumming a few minutes after shoving his pathetic ten centimetres in this precious mouth, wasn’t he? - König chuckled darkly, suddenly pushing down onto your head, forcing you to take half his length down your tight throat, keeping you in place as you choked around his thickness, metal balls were rubbing painfully against the softness of your tongue, irritating sensitive buds of it.
Murderer’s free hand joined the one resting on your nape, gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail, fixating your head in one position. Tears of pain and humiliation rushed down your reddened cheeks as man fucked his massive cock into your tight throat; his pace was erratic, without certain rhythm, making it hard for you to synchronise your breathing with his irregular thrusts. Your lungs burned with lack of air, dainty kneecaps ached from standing for so long on hard flooring, surely bruising your tender skin.
He let go of you only when you actually started to choke, your whole face reddening with exertion; thick strings of spit mixed with precum connected your swollen lips to glistening pink tip, fat tears rolled down your cheeks, dripping down your chin onto the floor below. A choked cry tore through your chest as massive hands manhandled you around, forcing your head down so that your wet cheek was pressed against cold hardwood facing your boyfriend, your back arched and ass up high in the air. König kneeled down behind you, backs of your thighs were touching coarse denim sitting snugly around his legs, cold metal rivets of his holster contrasting brutally with warmth of your skin. Broad palms kneaded on soft pudge of your ass, delivering a strong smack to the swell of your buttcheek, impact softened slightly by the fabric of your shorts and his glove.
Your boyfriend started thrashing as hard as ever, grunting and screaming as much as he could as König pulled your shorts along with your underwear down to your knees, huge hands resting on the bottom part of your ass, thumbs spreading your pussy open. Silent tears ran down from your eyes, gathering in a small puddle on the floor; you heard maniac tut behind your back, a pad of thumb swiped up and down your slit, making you jolt from sudden contact.
- What a shame, - he heaved a deep sigh, straightening his shoulders and looking up at your boyfriend. - She’s wet, dude.
A few small sobs left you upon his words. Paul tried talking back, but a horrible bubbling sound came out of his throat - gag in his mouth was completely red with absorbed blood, some of it oozed down the corners of his mouth, adding to the bloody mess on his face. You sobbed at the sight, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid looking at horrible picture.
- Turns out our little slut likes it rough, yeah? - König mocked, leaning over your frail form, one meaty forearm rested next to your head, huge chest pressed tightly against your back, overstimulating your thus on age senses. Terrifying mask was barely a few centimetres afar from your face as man whispered right next to your ear: - Did he ever fuck you rough?
His heavy gaze was fixed expectantly upon you, huge hand that still rested on your ass squeezed your flesh painfully, causing you to cringe. - No, - you mouthed, but that was more than enough for him. Slasher hummed in acknowledgment, straightening back into his kneeling position.
- Don’t worry love, I’ll give this pretty pussy what she needs, - psycho said, fisting his leaking cock a few times before aligning swollen tip against your tight entrance. With slow but persistent push of his hips König forced one third of his length inside your poor cunt, fresh dose of hot tears rushed from your eyes, pain of penetration adding to the ache all over your body.
With a sharp snap of his massive hips man forced as much of his cock as it’d go into you. Loud yelp tore through your throat, scratching it painfully; stretch of his girthy cock was too much for your pussy to take, ladder of piercings adding to unpleasant feeling. Tender walls fought against his thick length, such sudden stretch caused your muscles to reflexively constrict around him more, drawing a throaty groan to tumbling out of killer’s broad chest.
- There there, dearie. Poor pussy so used to pathetic cocks, can’t even take me whole, - König said in fake compassion, you felt his length throb within you, twitching a few times. Strong hands held you in place tightly, preventing you from moving your hips even for a millimetre.
Murderer generously allowed you a minute or so for your poor cunny to accommodate to his size before beginning to move his hips in shallow but quick thrusts. Soon enough König was full on fucking into you on rapid pace, your whole body jolting forward with intensity of his mighty thrusts, strong arms yanking you back in place every so often.
One of his deadly hands slithered around your ridiculously smaller form, index and middle fingers danced across your spread around his dick folds, causing your stomach to tense at sudden contact. Free hand yanked you up by the rope binding your wrists, urging you to raise your torso; your shoulder blades were pressed tightly against his heaving chest, warmth emitted off him like a fucking radiator.
Clothed fingertips rubbed tight relentless circles on your clit, causing thick pleasure to rush up and down your spine and your back arch uncontrollably. Your teeth clenched to suppress all the small sounds threatening to spill out of your lips; you felt König’s massive form shift behind you, cold plastic of horrendous mask pressed against the side of your face - he was whispering right into your ear, soft voice real and unchanged:
- I’m gonna slit your fucking throat if you’re not using it, - that caused a shiver to rush down your spine, arising goosebumps in its wake. You moaned out, doing as the murderer wanted, letting all the small sighs and moans flow freely from your lips, your voice lower than usual from all the crying and throatfucking.
Your breathing became shallow; your head just wasn’t working anymore - emotional shock along with physical abuse drained you out of all strength - you were a mere rug doll in psycho’s tight grip, and he could do whatever he pleased with you, you were too exhausted to fight back anyway.
Consciousness started to slip out of your grasp, vision blurred out with tears, dark spots appearing in the corners; König’s throbbing dick pounded your poor pussy mercilessly, thick cockhead nudged against all the sweet spots inside of you, his piercings stimulating you even further as if in spite of all your attempts to resist pleasure psycho was forcing onto you. A tight coil curled in the pit of your stomach, threatening to explode with every harsh snap of mighty hips against your reddened ass. Soaked with your slick fabric of König’s gloves felt overbearing against your clit, his fingers never once stopping to rub your sensitive nub.
A few moments later something deep within you snapped, like a rubber band stretched to its limit - suddenly the world around you turned white, ringing noise filled your ears as you had the most painful orgasm of your life being wrung out of you; your body quivered and thrashed in serial killer’s strong grip, unintelligible sounds and words poured out of your lips, barely louder than a whisper. And then everything became quiet. Soft velvet of darkness enveloped your bruised and exhausted body; you were drowning in warm waves of sleep, not finding it in yourself to try and fight them off. You gave in happily, trusting yourself in welcoming hands of darkness and quiet, afar from horrible reality, afar from fear and danger.
It felt as if your head was splitting in two - horrible ache settled somewhere deep inside of your brain, pain irradiated from within to the outsides of both hemispheres, causing you to groan in agony quietly in. Your whole body hurt, eyelids felt swollen and heavy even as they were closed; and then suddenly your eyes snapped open.
You were lying on cold hardwood flooring in your boyfriend’s living room, shorts and underwear still pulled down to your knees, but your hands now free from rope. You pulled your bottoms back up, hot tears pooling in your eyes as you let out a choked sob. You felt wretched, disgusting, dirty.
- Paul? - you called out to your boyfriend, the sound of your own voice startling you - hoarse and scratchy, total opposite from your usual octave.
As you turned around your breath got caught up in your chest, bitter ball of bile got stuck in your throat - you felt like you were about to throw up.
Here lay Paul - pale and lifeless, dull eyes staring blankly into nothingness, gag still fixed tightly around his head, now brown with dried out blood. Some of his insides spilled out of the gaping cut across his stomach, lying on the floor in a small heap right next to him, huge puddle of blood spread out on the floor, getting into all small cracks and gapes in wooden flooring.
And on the wall behind, in strange brownish color that looked all too similar to the caked blood on your boyfriend’s face, in sprawling handwriting were words:
SEE YOU SOON ♡
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Could I request prompts 12 and 23 for norman bates from the slasher movie pyscho (1960s version)? Pairing is romantic
Was finally able to see Psycho on Netflix! I do indeed have a story idea I can do for this. My prompts were used for this.
Did not do character research for this, wrote it right after seeing the movie so I hope his character is correct :) I also wrote this late at night so there's that too, lol 😅 By the time I post this it'll be the next morning where I can look at this with a better mindset and edit it.
Yandere! Norman Bates Prompts 12 + 23
"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."
"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away."
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Obsession at first sight, Clingy behavior, Murder, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Forced relationship, Darling is naive as serial killers weren't too common in the 1960s, Vomit, Violence, Norman actually has no chill.
Norman had seen many people come to the motel before. Whenever he did grow attached to them, Mother scolded him. Mother never let the guests stay too long anyways.
Despite the desolate feeling of the motel and house, Norman never really felt alone. He's happy, mother's happy, things were great with just the two of them. There didn't need to be anyone else.
Then Norman met you, a tired traveler needing to rest. Norman had noticed you had a friend with you. The man thought nothing of you both, you'd probably end up like all the rest.
Then Norman started talking with you. By just standing in the office of the motel you managed to make him stutter, a shyness enveloping him and intoxicating his mind. You are so easy to talk to. You even seem to shy away from him as he did you.
Norman likes talking with you. He feels like he could talk for hours, actually. Norman sometimes felt this way towards guests... although with you it seems like a stronger feeling. Maybe mother would like this one....
Norman makes a promise to himself to be the best gentleman towards you. To you, he's a kind and sweet man who runs a motel and takes care of his sick mother. The person he didn't like was your friend....
Norman feels ill at the connection you two share. Perhaps he's envious, glowering at your friend and thinking about how close you two are. Norman just met you... you didn't know anything about him... and he already wanted everything to do with you.
"I can get you both some food! Then I'll show you to your rooms." Norman chirps, suddenly in a good mood.
"What rooms are available?" You ask, Norman being very attentive to your voice.
"There's twelve rooms, all vacant. You can have room one while your friend has room four!"
"Uh... we can share-" Your friend pipes up. Norman frowns at their voice, mood souring as soon as they spoke.
"Sorry, I can't do that. There's only one bed in a room and sharing a bed simply won't do! Can't have anything... unsavory, right?"
You and your friend grimace at the implication.
"Yeah, guess not...." You murmur. Norman smiles again, ushering you both outside.
"P-Please, take your room keys and wait for me! I'll deliver some food for the both of you."
You and your friend agree before taking the room keys and heading to your rooms. Norman couldn't stop smiling at the thought of you... he wanted to watch you through the hole in the wall but he had other matters to attend to at the moment.
Not only did he need to feed you... but mother has to know about you, too.
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Norman consulted his mother about the two new guests he had met later in the night. The thought of you had made him excited! Although... he hates that you came with someone else.
His mother shared a similar sentiment. You seem very kind and just may treat her son right. Yet there was that issue with your little friend.
Norman pleaded with his mother to keep you. He wanted you over for dinner but it was too early for that to happen according to her. Norman was overjoyed when he watched you eat the food he brought back from the house, you said it was great!
Mother likes how you make her son happy. He's always gotten attached easily, though he may have picked right this time. She promises her dear son that she'll help him out a little....
Once she helps with that friend problem, the rest is on him, however.
After all the trouble she has to go through to make Norman happy, she hopes you're worth it.
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You woke up late at night to the sound of shuffling outside your door. You yawn and try to open your eyes enough to see before wiping the crust from them. You thought it was some sort of animal or that Norman guy doing routine clean up....
Then you heard screaming.
Familiar screaming.
You shoot up with concern on your face, staring at the wooden door with uncertainty. Surely it wasn't anything bad, right...? The idea of being alone and without help frightened you.
The nearest payphone was a long walk.... The sheriff would take forever to come at the hour, too. Maybe you can ask Norman for help?
The screaming had stopped as quickly as it started. It was either silenced or the pain wasn't that bad. Maybe your friend just... hurt themselves?
The idea of a serial killer wasn't a very common idea around this time... which made you a bit naive.
Cautiously you exit your room, intending to find Norman. Looking down to room four you see the room open. Surely Norman was already looking into it....
Trying to calm your racing heart, you try to reassure yourself it's nothing big. There's nothing wrong... maybe your friend saw a roach or something? You walk towards the room. Must be... it couldn't be anything that ba-
You stop in your tracks. No, Norman wasn't in the room already.... Your friend was there, however...
Just with stab wounds in their chest and stomach, their blood pooling onto the floor.
You pause, the shock still clouding your cognitive ability at the moment. You slowly trace your gaze over your friend's corpse... then it sets in. Then it all sits in.
You collapse onto the ground in a spew of vomit. Bile puddles onto the floor, the room smelling of metal and rot. You want to scream... but you're in too much shock.
"Dear-" A voice says from behind you before cutting off. The voice sounds like Norman, yet you can't bear to turn. Does he think you did it?
"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...." Norman panics. You are confused to what the young man means before it clicks. Norman's a murderer... and you're alone.
"Oh sorry, mother... I wasn't fast enough-" Norman mutters to himself before fully turning his attention to you. "Dear, you look so sick... I should get you cleaned up."
"Don't... call me that..." You manage to croak out, stumbling to your feet quickly. "Stay away from me!"
"Please sit down! You're scared, I can explain!"
Despite being trapped in the room, you try to squeeze past the man. Norman stops you, no amount of brute force working against him. His eyes weren't friendly...
They were cold and a bit nervous.
"We can work this out! I'll get you cleaned up a-and we'll talk! I p-promise you this is a misunderstanding!"
You don't listen and struggle more. Norman frowns at your desperation and attempts to wrangle you back. Both of you get a bit too desperate in your fighting...
Leading to Norman accidentally hitting your head too hard against the wall.
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When you manage to comprehend your surroundings again you notice you're bandaged and cleaned. Rope ties a wrist of yours to a bed frame and you can tell this is an old unfamiliar house. You begin to panic again, using your other hand to fidget with the knot.
You freeze everything when you hear footsteps come up the stairs. You hold your breathe in anticipation but it wasn't like you could hide. When the door opened... any hope of this being some nightmare diminished.
Norman Bates, the man who supposedly murdered your friend, stood in front of you with a tray in hand.
Norman offers you a smile... one you don't return. He places the tray down on a small table and you notice it's full of food. The moment Norman looks at you... you want to cry.
"Good Morning... darling." Norman chuckles, appearing to like the idea of calling you such a sickeningly sweet name. "I brought breakfast."
"You put me here..." You whimper.
"Of course!" He says in a chipper tone. "M-Mother allowed you to stay... because you make me happy."
You feel yourself grow ill again.
"Why...?" You could've been saying 'why' for a lot of reasons. At this point you didn't care. Any answer probably wasn't good or satisfactory.
"Why...?" Norman looks puzzled. "I-I thought we could just... stay here and t-talk... I d-didn't want to see you go so soon."
"You killed them...."
"Them? I didn't- Mother said they weren't welcome... so she got rid of them. She approved of you, thankfully! Which is great... because I really l-l-like you." Norman confesses nervously.
You drop the conversation there. You weren't in any state for interrogation anyways. Something was wrong with this man... he was not right in the head... you hear yourself sob.
Norman picks up on this and frowns. His little bird was crying.... You must be so overwhelmed by this new place and him.
"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away." Norman murmurs in what seemed to be a caring tone. The man sits on the bed a shifts closer. You try to run away with a loud sob, only for Norman to pull you roughly into his chest.
"Shhh..." He comforts, feeling you struggle and push to get away from him. Your sobs were loud yet he didn't mind. He wants to make his little bird feel better. "I'll take good care of you here. You'll never be lonely. It'll just be... us...."
You freeze when he kisses your forehead and presses your face into his chest. In your mind, you're doomed. This guy is insane... and probably was going to force you into something.
Norman, however, didn't plan on such a thing. He felt the love between you was stronger than anything. He wants to be a good boyfriend and husband... all he wants to do is hold you, nothing more.
"You're as cute as a bird." Norman smiles with a twisted attempt at flirting. He pecks your cheek with another kiss. "... I love birds..." Norman pauses, looking at your crying face with adoration. "I knew the moment I spoke with you I'd love you...!"
The twisted declaration of love from Norman sends another fit of sobbing out of you. Norman shushes you once more and keeps you suffocatingly close to his chest. You hated it here... you wished you just drove tired with your friend...
Yet Norman felt you'd enjoy your time here after you got to know each other.
Perhaps you, him, and mother can be happy here in this house together? Just the three of you....
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Discover the Top 10 Movie Villains of All Time, Ranked!
Immerse yourself in the captivating world of cinema as we unveil the top 10 movie villains who have left an indelible mark on storytelling.
Heroes shine brightest when faced with formidable adversaries, and here's our countdown of the most iconic villains of the century.
10. Michael Myers (Halloween series)
Watch on: Apple TV, Amazon Prime
Known for his immovable and demonic presence, Michael Myers, the Halloween series antagonist, has been a longstanding icon. Wielding a knife and driven by a tragic past, Myers embarks on an annual killing spree, making him a memorable anti-hero.
9. Amy Dunne (Gone Girl)
Watch on: Netflix, Amazon Prime, Apple TV
Amy Dunne, a mastermind of manipulation, takes center stage. In 'Gone Girl,' her intelligent and cunning nature leads to a meticulously orchestrated disappearance and murder. Rosamund Pike's portrayal brings to life the vengeful side of a scorned woman.
8. Damien (Omen series)
Watch on: Apple TV, Amazon Prime
Damien Thorn, the antichrist in The Omen series, orchestrates chaos with a desire to conquer the world. His journey involves murder, infanticide, familial betrayal, and abuse of power, making him a compelling and dark figure.
7. Emperor Palpatine
Watch on: Disney+ Hotstar
Emperor Palpatine, the Dark Lord of the Sith, conceals his malevolent ambitions behind political cunning. With an appetite for galactic domination and the destruction of the Jedi Order, Palpatine stands as an intelligent and manipulative force.
6. Gollum (The Lord of the Rings)
Watch on: Netflix
Gollum's tragic tale unfolds as he succumbs to the power of the One Ring. Split into two personas, Sméagol and Gollum, his obsession contributes to the downfall of the entire 'Lord of the Rings' universe.
5. Norman Bates (Psycho series)
Watch on: Apple TV
Norman Bates, owner of the Bates Motel, navigates a split personality, creating a chilling narrative. A psychopathic serial killer, Bates leaves an unforgettable mark on the horror genre.
4. Voldemort (Harry Potter)
Watch on: Amazon Prime, Apple TV
Lord Voldemort, an icon of evil in J.K. Rowling's 'Harry Potter' series, pursues immortality and leads the Death Eaters. A dark wizard of unparalleled magnitude, Voldemort is a central figure in the magical world.
3. Loki (MCU)
Watch on: Disney+ Hotstar
Loki, the adoptive brother of Thor, introduces deception and cunning to the mix. With a penchant for mischief, Loki becomes a favorite among anti-hero enthusiasts.
2. The Joker (DC)
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Chaos lover and humorously sadistic, The Joker is an iconic psychopath. His presence brings joy to what's wrong, making him a beloved yet disturbing figure in Gotham and beyond.
1. Darth Vader (Star Wars)
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Anakin Skywalker's transformation into Darth Vader is a cinematic masterpiece. Seduced by the dark side, Vader stands as one of the greatest villains in film history.
Share with us your favorite anti-hero from the list!
#top ten movies#hollywood movie#dc universe#mcu#darth vader#the joker#loki series#voldemort#norman bates#the lord of the rings#star wars#michael myers#srkshaju#srkshazu#mylove💕
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Gonna just throw this out into the nether really quick because someone needs to know.
IF YOU ARE THINKING OF WATCHING THE ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION NETFLIX ADAPTATION THEN TAKE MY ADVICE AND DO IT.
I'm going to start by saying I am not an anime fan. I don't have the focus to get into it. It's like people saying they want to get into tabletop games or knitting. It's a huge undertaking that I don't generally have time or patience for. And it's just not my jam for the most part.
But. That being said. A friend of mine insisted I watch the live action One Piece. So the other night when I was matching almost a hundred pairs of socks — because I do my laundry like a sociopathic goblin — and bored out of my mind, I turned it on and binged the whole thing in two sittings.
I was stunned.
It was so good. It married the ridiculous design and logic/physics of anime with hardcore action scenes to make a wholly engrossing story and entertaining ride.
I laughed, I cried, I gasped.
The acting is excellent, the set designs and costuming are excellent, the actors and their chemistry with one another is excellent. It's ridiculous but in a way that just seems... believable.
Stretchy little twerp kid who got his powers by eating some weird alien Satan fruit? Yeah, that seems legit.
Shirtless conquistador bounty hunter that fights with a sword taller than he is? No, yeah, I can dig it.
Green-haired emo samurai alcoholic who fights with THREE SWORDS? ONE HELD IN HIS MOTHER-LICKING MOUTH? YEAH. I CAN ACCEPT THAT.
Psycho killer clown pirates? Well why not?
Somehow these people made a live action anime adaptation that doesn't just destroy my suspension of disbelief. Because it is internally consistent and on every level of design and execution it is well rounded. And yet it deals with some really heavy stuff without taking itself too seriously.
They aren't trying to shove it down your throat either, tying you to your grandmother's wicker rocking chair and force feeding you this story like "LOOK WE ARE DOING SUCH A GOOD JOB."
They fit so much in such a short time and yet it doesn't feel cheap or rushed.
Where the hell has this kind of passion rendition been for all those brilliant books, mangas, animated series, etc that we've been begging for?
That is all. Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk. Watch it.
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‘Dahmer — Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story’ review: Evan Peters stars in beautifully-acted, but ultimately unnecessary biopic
‘Dahmer — Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story’ review: Evan Peters stars in beautifully-acted, but ultimately unnecessary biopic
Though the Netflix show, based on the life and crimes of the serial killer, purports to tell the victims’ stories, it ends up cannibalising its own good intentions
Though the Netflix show, based on the life and crimes of the serial killer, purports to tell the victims’ stories, it ends up cannibalising its own good intentions
Even though beautifully-acted, there is the nagging question about…
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for real, do people not realize that this messed up fetishizing of real serial killers and terrorists (see: that shooter that attacked the theater during that one Batman movie years ago, people went ape shit over him) is probably another reason dark content writers get attacked for "glamorizing" said dark content? Because when people start fangirling over Dahmer or Bundy or whatever psycho Netflix is capitalizing on, it's messed up because those are REAL sociopaths with REAL victims, and the fans disregard that for the sake of woobifying them as the latest flavor of the month. Then when writers write about fictional murder/noncon/etc done by fictional characters, they get lumped into the same crowd as the people above.
people's inability to separate real life from fiction continues to astound me. i should not have to explain why thirsting after a fictional character whose crimes have no real life consequences is different than thirsting for a person who committed real life crimes just because they're depicted by an actor that is hot.
i just imagine family of the victims or people that knew them going on tiktok or twitter or any other platform and seeing people say Jeffery dahmer is hot because he's being played by evan peters. compliment his performance, sure, but be sensible please.
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Dear DID, Psychosis and Schizophrenia communities. I need some help.
TL;DR: I want to put together a short list of resources about the "crazy killer with X condition" trope, and would like to ask you for recommendations that you feel get this subject right.
Longer version: I have this series where I write every week about some queer story. I just watched a thriller movie on Netflix that has lesbians/bisexual women in it, and it's a perfectly nice movie. Also thrillers are not at all my genre, so it would be nice to include something different.
And it has the "psycho killer" trope.
It is not elaborated what exactly is wrong with her, but based on the context I'd say that 1) it's probably DID, and 2) I don't think the writers were experts in DID. I know that this is a prevalent problem in this genre, but I am also not comfortable to recommend this movie without a warning.
So I'd thought I'd include a short list with resources explaining this trope and why it's an inaccurate portrait of your communities. I am not part of any, so I thought I'd drop by to ask you guys if you know anyone/anything good.
(The movie was called Deadly Illusions (2021), by the way.)
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Hollywood and the Infotainment Machine are obsessed with Jeffrey Dahmer. How could they not be? The story has all the trash they love to peddle - psychos, serial killer, homosexuality, grumsome murders, cannibalism, and necrophilia.
There have been five movies or TV series made about Dahmer and his crimes - the latest produced by Ryan Murphy of American Horror fame starring his favorite actor Evan Peters. It’s 10 episodes long! What do they plan to do? Reenact the 16 murders in real-time?!?
Ugh! no thanks.
The Secret Life: Jeffrey Dahmer (1993) Carl Crew
Dahmar (2002) Jeremy Renner (I have to say Renner looks particularly stupid in the role)
Raising Jeffrey Dahmer (2006) Rusty Sneary
My Friend Dahmer (2017) Ross Lynch
Netflix Dahmer – Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story (2022) Evan Peters
PLUS there have been at least 14 Documentaries!
The Trial of Jeffrey Dahmer was released (1992)
Dahmer: Mystery of a Serial Killer (1993)
Inside Edition (1993)
ABC Day One (1993)
Channel 4 To Kill and Kill Again (1993
Dateline: Confessions of a Serial Killer (1994)
BBC Everyman: Profile of a Serial Killer (1994)
A&E Jeffrey Dahmer: The Monster Within (1996)
Born to kill ((2006)
Investigation Discovery: Most Evil (2006)
The Jeffrey Dahmer Files (2012)
Oxygen: Dahmer on Dahmer: A Serial Killer Speaks (2017)
Netflix Dark Tourist (2018)
Discovery Channel Jeffrey Dahmer: Mind of a Monster (2020)
#obsessed#Jeffrey Dahmer#ryan murphy#Evans Peters#serial killer#infotainment#reinactment#no thanks#ugh
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Do You Like Scary Movies? Fic Masterlist
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This collection of fics has Scully and Mulder entering the universes of iconic horror movies.
*MSR is always the main focus.
*No knowledge of the movies is required before reading.
*These are NOT scary, but any warnings will be provided when necessary.
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Bigger Boat - ao3
Scully and Mulder investigate a mysterious pair of shark attacks off the coast of Martha’s Vineyard, but things aren’t exactly as they appear.
Jaws Inspired / Words: 9,658 / Rating: E
If You Were That Stoned, What? - ao3
Scully and Mulder head to Camp Crystal Lake to investigate the grounds, but things are derailed by partying camp counselors. Instead of breaking up the party, though, they become a part of it.
Friday the 13th Inspired / Words: 4,284 / Rating: M
Vacancy - a03
On the way to a case, Scully and Mulder lose their battle against the rain and have to spend the night at the Bates Motel. Smuttiness ensues.
Psycho Inspired / Words: 2,859 / Rating: E
I Don't Want to Talk - a03
Scully’s grief over losing Emily returns on a new case, and she turns to Mulder for unexpected comfort.
Rosemary's Baby Inspired / Words: 1,159 / Rating: M
What Lurks in the Forest - a03
Hikers are missing. Stories of an ancient being are whispered by the locals. Mulder drags Scully to the forest to investigate. Something strange is keeping them from the truth, but it only pushes them closer together.
The Ritual Inspired / Words: 8,285 / Rating: E
Darkened Skies - a03
Scully and Mulder help out Skinner when bird attacks derail his vacation to a seaside cottage. Everything changes after they are forced to take cover in a phone booth.
The Birds Inspired / Words: 1,719 / Rating: E
Viewing Experience - a03
Mulder and Scully have a scary movie night that inspires them to reveal their feelings. Basically, the ’90s version of “Netflix and Chill.”
The Exorcist Inspired / Words: 1,951 / Rating: T
These Dreams - a03
While unwinding at a bar, things get a little bit awkward, a little bit silly, and A LOT flirty when Mulder asks Scully about her dreams.
Nightmare on Elm Street Inspired / Words: 1,919 / Rating: M
These Dreams (Part 2) - a03
This is a follow-up to These Dreams. Now that Mulder and Scully have confessed their dirty, secret, and unprofessional dreams to each other, they set about making them come true.
Nightmare on Elm Street Inspired / Words: 1,655 / Rating: E
Talk to Me - a03
Scully and Mulder are broken up, but when feelings about William resurface, Mulder tries to comfort her in his own way. Takes place somewhere early in the revival, meaning there is angst.
Frankenstein Inspired / Words: 1,142 / Rating: E
Boyfriend - a03
Scully and Mulder might have recently crossed into a romantic relationship, but that doesn’t mean she wants to call him her boyfriend. However, when Mulder surprises her while babysitting her godson, it has Scully questioning her stance on labels.
Halloween Inspired / Words: 3,056 / Rating: M
The Finer Things - a03
Scully and Mulder are sent undercover onboard a luxury train to investigate the presence of a suspicious and undocumented train car. Playing a wealthy married couple is tricky, but they run into even bigger issues when an unwelcomed agent gets sent in for backup.
Horror Express Inspired / Words: 15,681 / Rating: E
Unprofessional - a03
Scully isn't happy when a case sends them to a New Orleans swamp. She's even less thrilled when a local tour guide gets the hots for Mulder and invites him to dinner.
Hatchet Inspired / Words: 1,876 / Rating: E
Something - a03
Mulder is ready for something more with Scully, but his hopes for romance shatter when he realizes Scully has reconnected with her ex-boyfriend.
Trick 'r Treat Inspired / Words: 1,787 / Rating: T
Discussing the Case - a03
While investigating the Babysitter Killer, the local PD files a misconduct complaint against Scully and Mulder. They swear it’s a misunderstanding, but if they want to keep their jobs, Skinner has to shadow them, ensuring the allegations of “unnecessary touching” and “standing too close together” aren’t true.
Halloween H20 Inspired / Words: 8,397 / Rating: E
Fascinating - a03
An awkward hiking scenario results in Mulder and Scully sharing a tent. The problem... Skinner is also there.
Blair Witch Inspired / Words: 1,405 / Rating: M
Fascinating (Part 2) - a03
Scully and Mulder continue their hike in the woods after the new development in their relationship. If only Skinner wasn't around to witness it.
Blair Witch Inspired / Words: 1,651 / Rating: T
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A few 'Justified: City Primeval' reviews have been released and here is what they say about Boyd's character, Clement Mansell:
- Here, the biggest complication comes in the form of Clement Mansell, a.k.a. "The Oklahoma Wildman," a grifter and killer who treats Detroit as his personal playground to let his psychotic tendencies run amok. Mansell is played by Boyd Holbrook and is the latest in a long line of Justified villains who have outsized personalities and enjoy running their mouths at least as much as they do causing mayhem.
Holbrook has done a lot of good work lately (including playing a more fantastical villain in Netflix's The Sandman), but his turn as Mansell might be career-defining. He's a full-on maniac in this – singing his heart out to rock songs he blasts from the radios of cars he steals, prancing around his girlfriend's apartment in his tighty-whities, scratching his balls with a pistol, and enforcing his will on every mark or two-bit criminal that comes within his orbit. ("What am I doing?" he asks rhetorically at one point. "Whatever I want.") Of course, no one is going to completely match up with Walton Goggins' Boyd Crowder, Raylan's regular arch-nemesis from the original series, but Holbrook, who coincidentally also faces off against Indiana Jones this summer, comes closer to matching Goggins' energy than you might expect. He's riveting in every scene in which he appears, and City Primeval's biggest strength is the combustible dynamic between Mansell and Raylan.
https://collider.com/justified-city-primeval-review/
- It doesn’t take the Marshall long to set his sights on Clement Mansell (Boyd Holbrook), aka “The Oklahoma Wildman,” a thief and killer who recently blew back into town, shacking up with his cocktail waitress girlfriend Sandy (Adelaide Clemens) in order to swindle an Albanian gangster (Alexander Pobutsky) that she’s been seductively setting up as their next mark.Assuming the de facto Goggins role as the yin to Olyphant’s yang, Holbrook does the finest work of his career in Justified: City Primeval, exuding malevolent swagger (sometimes in nothing but a kimono and tighty-whities) and a droll sense of humor as a wannabe-rock ‘n’ roll singer-via-The Joker who does whatever he pleases, including kill with nonchalant impunity. Clement and Raylan routinely engage in conversations whose easygoing surface masks their pistol-blasting seriousness, and the show does an excellent job devising confrontations and dilemmas that put the duo at each other’s throats, both of them eager to have an O.K. Corral-style face-off but stymied by circumstance, the law, and Raylan’s yeoman’s efforts to not indulge his more vigilante impulses.
https://news.yahoo.com/justified-city-primeval-rekindles-everything-160000853.html
- His adversary is one Clement Mansell (Boyd Holbrook), a frosty Oklahoma psycho with roots in Detroit’s underworld and a thing for The White Stripes (this is, after all, Detroit). Soft-spoken and sadistic, he’s a slippery, implacable menace who knows all the legal angles — a spiritual cousin of Max Cady, the relentless stalker played by Robert Mitchum in the original “Cape Fear” (not to be confused with the over-the-top model played by Robert De Niro in the 1991 remake). Mansell has a crafty defense attorney (Aunjanue Ellis) and an old partner in crime (Vondie Curtis-Hall), both of whom are too terrified of their associate to make a move against him. He also has that judge’s little black book, littered with dirt on cops, robbers and all manner of city officials, all of whom he intends to bleed dry. His other scam du jour has his girlfriend (Adelaide Clemens), who moonlights at a local casino, reeling in a wealthy mark (Alexander Pobutsky). This proves complicated, as the mark is well connected in the Albanian mob.
https://www.thewrap.com/justified-reboot-city-primeval-review-fx-timothy-olyphant/
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