murder oc


Konerak Sinthasomphone was one of Jeffrey Dahmer’s 17 victims, killed on March 26th, 1991. He agreed to come to Dahmer’s apartment when offered money in exchange for allowing Dahmer to photograph him. Little did he know, this was the same man who had molested his older brother three years prior. Acting in accordance with his malicious nature, Dahmer returned to prey on the family yet again after completing a short sentence. 

After taking as little as two photographs of Sinthasomphone, Dahmer drugged him then proceeded to perform oral sex on his unconscious body and inject muriatic acid into his braid with a drill. Dahmer believed that this chemical, when injected into the frontal lobe, would retract the victim’s ability to act aggressively or escape. Again, acting in accordance with his nature, Dahmer was overconfident that this plan would be successful, and he left Sinthasomphone unconscious in his apartment and left to get a drink. 

Dazed, bloodied, and disoriented, Sinthasomphone managed to escape from Dahmer’s apartment. He came across two 17 year old girls from the neighborhood who immediately recognized him. They called the police, and before the officers arrived, Dahmer returned from the bar and attempted to convince the girls that Sinthasomphone was his lover. While the girls attempted to intervene and not allow Dahmer to take the boy back into his apartment, the police officers who had then arrived showed no intention of helping him. Dahmer’s statements that the boy was actually his 19 year old lover were taken more seriously than the girls’ pleas to take Sinthasomphone away from Dahmer, and the officers went so far as to tell the girls to stay out of the incident as it was a “domestic dispute”. 

The officers failed to even look up Dahmer’s name at the scene, considering if they did, they would have found that he had recently been convicted for child molestation. Recordings were discovered of the officers joking about “reuniting lovers” back together and were heard making derogatory, homophobic comments. While they had been terminated from their positions at one point, they later regained them. One officer even went on to be the Milwaukee Police Association’s preisdent.

AU where ISO somehow convinces the space pirates to take her with them but is way too tall for spaceship corridors

(They also remove her arms so she can’t dissect anyone while they sleep)

We’ve actually discussed this at length and concluded it probably Would Not Happen. But it’s still funny. ISO’s logic is “I’m no longer trying to kill you, so we’re friends now right?”

Great Minds Think Alike (Riverdale - Jughead x OC) Part 6

Pairing : Jughead x OC

Synopsis : A new girl arrives in town around the time of Jason Blossom’s accident. That alone makes her suspicious and unlikeable to most people. Jughead has every reason to investigate on her, the timing is too perfect, right? And it has nothing to do with the young girl’s odd yet charming way of always seeming to find her way back to him, no matter the situation.  

Word Count : 2.7k


Part 5 <<<

Iris was in her room to change into something a little more comfortable before going to Pop’s when the familiar jingle of her phone interrupted her train of thought. It took her a good thirty seconds to shake the duvet of her bed to find her phone; it hit the floor and she picked it up, looking at the incoming message. It was Jughead’s address, very factual, nothing else. The girl slipped into her shoes and grabbed her laptop before rushing downstairs. She entered the address in her GPS while walking to her car and drove there without thinking much about where the hell it was taking her.

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They have very different preferences in clothes.
Vic is really conservative in his choices, he always wears something plain and simple, without any prints and pictures. And good god, no revealing clothes, please. The less skin is visible, the more comfortabl he feels. Due to many complexes, he always strain and wears classic clothes as an armour. (He’s okay with someone else wearing revealing clothes, though…)
Mike, on the other hand, wears a lot of trashy\grangy clothes, with holes and prints. Usually he wears tight skinny jeans, really worn out (cuz he just simply can’t afford a lot of clothes, so everything he owns is worn till it looks like it was shot with a pump-gun… repeatedly), and loose t-shirts (either lots of layers of shirts, jackets and stuff, either just one short t-shirt, really revealing.).
Michael has no shame.
So no wonder that Vic is embarrassed…

oh my gosh i can’t believe i forgot 2 introduce you guys to my tiny daughters izzy & morning…..tol and smol they are best friends,,,,izzy the Knife Daughter™ belongs to @findingpenumbra

Friends ~Tate Langdon Imagine/One Shot~

Fandom: American Horror Story

Character: Tate Langdon x Reader

Word Count: 892

You flung yourself on your bed and buried your face in your pillow. Tears streamed down your face, clinging to your eyelashes and sliding down your nose as you sobbed quietly. You were tired; tired of everything. Your friends were bitches who always made you feel like shit, always pushing you down for doing something they didn’t approve of. You felt as if you had no one to talk to; you didn’t want to talk to your parents because they would only worry and your only true friend Tate had been MIA for the past few days.

You suddenly felt stupid, Tate was a ghost, of course he wouldn’t be around all the time. In fact you had no idea what he did all day, he tended just to turn up, his wavy blonde hair tousled and that small shy smile you loved on his face. You had spent a lot of time with each other since you had moved into the infamous ‘murder house’, you would lie on your bed and talk, listen to music or you would occasionally play pranks around your house. You realised that perhaps you had relied too much on Tate, you always leaned on him when you needed comfort; it seemed to be an instinct inside you. You hoped he hadn’t tired of you.

Cold hands brushed the hair away from your damp face, you closed your eyes at the contact as you felt Tate settle beside you. After a few moments he rested a hand on your hip. It was a small, hesitant gesture; you could tell he wanted to comfort you. Tate was a very affectionate person, he always found himself reaching for your hand or playing with your hair while you studied on your laptop, but he always seemed to hold himself back; almost as if he were afraid you would reject him if he tried to move any further with you.

You turned around so you were facing him and shuffled forward so your face was pressed into his collarbone. His arms immediately enveloped your body, his head tilting so his lips mashed against your cheek, leaving small kisses there.

“What happened?” He mumbled against your skin.

You shook your head, “It’s stupid.”

“If it’s upset you, it’s not stupid.” Tate reassured you gently. His hands found themselves in your hair, massaging your scalp gently as you closed your eyes and inhaled his smell. You found yourself telling him everything on your mind, your tears eventually ceasing with every reassuring word or touch he gave you. You and Tate had never been so intimate, of course you were close, but you had never completely lowered your guard completely around each other, never held each other this way.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

Tate leaned back slightly so he could look at you, “For what?”

“For being a great friend.” You smiled.

“Yeah.” Tate mumbled, clearing his throat. You frowned slightly as you felt him pull away. It wouldn’t have been obvious to you before, but now you could see it. The mask he pulled up so you could no longer read his eyes and the way he was no longer holding you as if he were terrified to let go.

“Tate?” You questioned in confusion, “What is it? What just happened?”

“Nothing.” Tate chuckled.

You sat up slightly, leaning on your elbow so you hovered over him. Your long hair trailed over your shoulder as you searched his face for an answer to your question. “Just tell me.” You pleased.

You were surprised when Tate suddenly sat up so his face was inches away from your own, his hand coming to the back of your head to pull you forward. His lips collided with your own, strong, unyielding and desperate. His body pushed yours backwards so he could lie on top of you, every inch of his body against yours as your hands found their way into his hair.

“I don’t want to be your friend Y/N.” Tate growled against your lips, “I want to be the one you love, the one who makes you scream and squirm with pleasure.” His lips moved down to your neck where he nipped playfully.

“I want that too,” You moaned breathlessly, “I want that more than anything.”

Tate grinned before his lips returned to yours once again. His kisses took your breath away, one second they would be tantalizingly slow, loving and gentle, before he would suddenly tug at your lower lip with his teeth and kiss you so ferociously it would make your toes curl. His hand curled around your neck while his other hand stroked the bare skin of your hip.

“I love you.” Tate whispered against your lips.

“I love you too.” You smiled, leaning forward to kiss him gently.

“I guess it’s time to fulfil the second part of what I said.” Tate teased, his hand trailing down your body.

“And what was that?” You played along, your body practically shuddering with excitement.

Tate bowed his head, pressing kissed up your neck until he reached your ear, “To make you squirm and scream,” He bit your earlobe while his hand trailed up the inside of your thigh, “My name,” His hand moved to between your legs, causing you to arch your back and stifle a moan, “In pleasure.”

“Oh God yes…”