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buubonita · 1 month
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I think Killer likes to stab things out of boredom.
And that's why his knives get dull so often.
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xoxoalette · 2 months
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"I didn't mean to kill her, but after that first scream...there was no stopping me from it." For Diva please
Accepting writing prompt asks, see list here !! X
Cw: manipulation, minor character death
"I didn't mean to kill her, but after that first scream...there was no stopping me from it."
You wish those words were a joke— that this whole thing was just some sick prank. But with the body of your ex sprawled across the kitchen floor, between Diva’s dirtied sneakers. Her eyes just barely open but you could still see the vacant stare, not a hint of life remaining in the woman you used to know, to love.
Your relationship with your ex was complicated, was harmful— she was confrontational and short tempered, a poor combination. She had no issue coming to your house despite leaving it just a few weeks ago, working up a storm that she’d get her things back whenever while cursing you out with every name under the sun.
And today was the day she returned— the same day Diva was hanging out with you. Apparently spending time with your friend didn’t sit well with your ex, because the moment her eyes landed on Diva, she was pointing fingers and raising her voice.
Diva took it like a champ, but you knew she was able to handle herself. That didn’t stop the gut feeling of protectiveness swirl in you when your ex threw insults her way. Diva barely reacted— not until your ex started directing her anger and jealousy towards you— getting in your face and shoving at you.
It was her comment about you being easy that had Diva finally react. Your sweet friend always had your back, so it was no surprise she’d step in to defend you. You just wished it wouldn’t have gotten so drastic.
A vase to the side of your ex’s head, one swing wasn’t enough, not even as your ex’s yelling turned to pleas. The two topple to the floor as the base breaks over over the woman’s skull— Diva only holding a shard of the glass now as she raises up and swings back down repeatedly.
Blood— blood everywhere. Soon, your ex’s cries still, and so does her body.
Now you’re here, Diva tossing the glass to the ground, palm cut from gripping on it like a lifeline.
“I just… I just couldn’t bear seeing her yell at you and touch you like that—“ Diva justifies, slowly approaching you like she would to a frightened animal. You were frightened, very— falling back into your ass, the color draining from your face as you try to avoid looking at the mess.
“I’d never let anyone treat you so poorly,” you should move, get up and run to the phone to call the police, anything— but your body stays frozen as Diva drops down to her knees in front of you, cupping your face with bloodied hands.
“You forgive me right?” You just had to, right? After all, she did this just for you, even if she got carried away.
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merakiui · 2 years
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me every time mr. michael mouse appears in the mirror at ramshackle: 
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imagine being a killer? could never be me...
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im bored....this is based off of @jeffthekillerzblog work.
go look at them, fucking BASED art.
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cautionzine · 6 months
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We are giving you the chance to win one of two copies of When We Were Young! To enter head to our instagram!
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hotfuss · 2 years
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the Killers, by Andy Willsher, HD. Backstage at liverpool academy 26 may 2004.
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apesoformythoughts · 1 month
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The guitar right after the chorus in “Caution” 🤝🏼 The guitar in “Bright Lights”
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guil-lo-tine · 7 months
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Guys idk who made this playlist
But goddamn
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microwaveexplosion · 10 months
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khruschevshoe · 10 months
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Y'all don't understand how hard it is to find songs for a couple of these moodboards bc I already associate the songs that were actually provided WITH the fanfics with these characters/dynamics. (They also have the advantage of being some of the most recently added songs on playlists.) My brain just kind of wants to hand out "Sigh No More" by Mumford & Sons and "Caution" by the Killers to literally every couple and just call it a day. But no, gotta be creative. Gotta make my moodboards as transformative as possible. (Also gotta resist the urge to use a Hozier song for literally every one of them.) Gah.
@possumsmushroom @polikate @angxlwiings
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Owner/artist on Instagram: thekillers official Instagram
Caution
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xoxoalette · 2 months
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hi Rosie <3
for your prompts! "Don't you want to be consumed by what loves you?" with the best girl, Diva? 🩵
HIII 🩵🩵🩵 ofc ofc :3
Accepting writing prompt asks, see list here !! X
Cw: minor cannibalism (blood consumption), manipulation, violence, knife play(?), blood, minor self harm, this fic is NOT nice
Disclaimer: these writing prompts are simply to explore the twins’ characters. They may or may not be canon.
“There you go,” Diva coos, watching as you try and swallow down the sticky substance. Warm and bitter of iron, you know if you keep it any longer on your tongue you’ll end up spitting it out— but swallowing seemed just as vile.
“Don’t spill a drop, you promised me you’d do this.” Blood. You weren’t sure how you agreed to doing such a thing, yet at this point you doubt you could ever bring yourself to deny Diva of her satisfaction. She always had her ways of making you putty in her hold, melting at the sounds of her sweet sweet praise while she actresses you.
Slender fingers squeeze at your chin, tilting your head up just a bit as mismatch eyes keeps their gaze locked on your expression. Twisting from a grimace to an almost sickly pale look as you fight your body’s involuntary reactions.
“Swallow.” She reminds, hand leaving your chin to trail down to your neck, wrapping gently around it to give a slight squeeze.
A warning.
And she’s smiling, smiling as if her request wasn’t outlandish, wasn’t weird— wasn’t creepy. Yet you accepted it like it was fine, like it’d be no problem to do so.
Oh, the consequences to your actions. You suppose it’s because you’re so used to saying “yes”, maybe it was because every part of you wanted to appease her. Diva just treated you so well, it only made sense for you to return the favor, right?
And so you finally swallow. It was hard to, the bile rising from your stomach fighting against the blood— but you swallow it down.
“There you go!” Diva praised, her hand releasing your neck to rub your arm. “Wow… to think you did that just for me,” pressing her lips to yours, the pale girl then brings her butterfly knife to your skin, tracing the tip up your thigh. It’s cold, even as it’s already coated with the red from her own cut, enough to have given you the small amount of blood you had just digested.
“As a thank you, why don’t you choose where I cut?” She asks it so casually, her knife trailing up your pants and to your stomach, Diva’s eyes flickering to yours again. The blade drags just barely back down— mimicking a lover’s caress.
“W… what?” You asks, finally able to find your words— your voice faint and meek. She wasn’t serious, was she?
“Well duh, it’s my turn!” Diva chirps with a matter-of-fact tone, long platinum silver hair falling over her shoulders when she leans forward, free hand still rubbing those comforting touches along your side that does just enough to make your anxieties rest.
“It’s only fair, don’t you think? I heard people do this to really be connected to their lovers,” the girl explains, her eyes now more focused on her blade than your own eyes watching her in slight caution. Your weariness wavers with how her tone reaches your ears so soft and loving.
“And I love you, Mc babes.” When Diva looks up at you for the final time, there’s a slight hungry glint to her eyes.
“Don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you?”
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dastardlydandelion · 2 years
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FUCK FUCK FUCK. I DIDN'T ACTUALLY WANNA KNOW FUUUUUCK.
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louisinart · 2 years
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Icarus, and her ego. Flowing hair, golden wings Daedalus -- pulling ever lower unwilling, in his fear, to give the sun a passing glance
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cautionzine · 5 months
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Caution are proud to announce that all proceeds from volume 4 will be going to @greenpeace
Over the past few years, the impacts of climate change are becoming more obvious for everyone to see and more impactful. Fires, floods, drought, increased storms, ice caps melting, changing ocean currents, desertification, crop failure are just a few of the things we are seeing all around the world, disproportionately impacting the poorest in the world. We can still limit the amount of warming to avoid the most catastrophic impacts, but time is running out, and governments are dragging their feet im committing to the necessary action.
Greenpeace is a movement of people who are passionate about defending the natural world from destruction. Their vision is a greener, healthier and more peaceful planet, one that can sustain life for generations to come. They are completely independent, leaving them free to confront governments and corporations responsible for the destruction of the natural world. Their mission is to promote radical changes and new solutions to the ways we live on this planet so that we can all call it home for generations to come.
On slide 3, you can see a small sample of greenpeace's monumental victories, we want to help them add to that list.
In the words of Brandon:
🎵Climate change and debt still want you
Nuclear distress still want you
The earth is heating up still want you
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To find out more about the history of Greenpeace and their victories:
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nailgunstigmata · 2 years
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lifehack for when u have no motivation to write or draw is to go on sunny reddit and look at dudebros dennisposting and immediately get infused by the righteous power of pathetic slutty meow meow bimbofication to even the cosmic scales
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