#killer mc

[oliver-red]

T.W - violence ? Violence. Undetailed description of death. The mc has commited murder. Not beta-read. Mentions of knife. Choking.

Uhh, first time posting my writing... This is in 2nd person

G/n mc

Please inform me if I missed/should add a tag/T.W.

You're walking around, at the time of rest.

Streetlights are now glowing brighter than that of the awake.

The shops are now vacant and closed.

Whilst you roam around this play you stayed near, you hear footsteps behind.

They had told you before, that awful demons stride around these parts at the peak of the moon. Yet still, you chose to ignore their warnings.

The footstep made themselves clearer, signifying that they're near. You await the incoming blow, call or threat. Its been far too long since you'd had a time to release yourself

The footsteps stop just mere inches from you, as you stop and turn around. Making full eye contact, you pretend to take in the features of the demon.

The demon approached you playfully, almost mockingly ; that itself made you want to rip his heart out. He blabbered hia heart out about having you as a treat, saying that you look so petite and delecious.

You had had enough by the time he started talking to you like a hopeless lost doll. You wanted to make sure that he doesn't get that satisfaction. You wanted to make sure to show him what kind of a human you were.

Looking at him, head on, you start to smile.

Your eyes were wide, gazing at the pathetic demon in front of you. He looked taken aback at your reaction, obviously expecting you to cower in fear.

Slowly but steadily, you approached. One hand ready to grab him by the neck, and one hand on your side. In a flash, you held the demon by the neck, making sure your thumb was blocking his windpipe. Whipping out a small pocket knife from your jacket, you pressed it near his skull.

You might be human, but you know how to defeat foul creatures like him.

Finishing your business and cleaning up, you went back to the house of lamentations.

Of course, Lucifer being Lucifer, demanded to know why you were out so late.

Giving him the generic excuse of fresh air along with buying extra candy for luke, you convinced him with the few peices of candy in your shirt's breast-pocket.

Going back to your room, changing clothes and resting, you eagerly awaited the news of your foul victim.

[dinklebat]

guys please watch romantic killer on netflix it’s the most bisexual show I’ve seen

[vendetta-if]

The bad guy, who killed MC's father: I can't believe that kid grew up to be a killer. He's just like the rest of the Morozov family, just as bad.

My MC, who was the sweetest little boy until he was traumatized by his father's death in an irreversible way: 👁️👄👁️

Like my dude, you reap what you sow 😂

The Killer do be making crazy mental gymnastics to find any excuse to justify themself 💀😭

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Killer: ughh my headd

Killer: where-

Killer:

Killer: oh

Killer: oh no

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

Run The Jewels released their second album Run The Jewels 2 October 24, 2014

[myokk]

soft🥹

[honeynclove]

I offer u todays low quality doodle

[whatlovelybones-if]

ragged breaths pour out of you as you scrub your hands clean of the crimson liquid which stains your hands and your very soul. it was brutal and beautiful—the colour and how the red strands swirled around as it united before falling down the sink pipe.

you blink and clench your hands. the very hands which so effortlessly carved up the heart from inside the man laying on your rough ‘operating table’. you are terrible, yes. there was no other word to describe you. a vigilante, maybe? but did it even matter when there is a part of you which feels the thrill of the killings and torture that you so cunningly come up with no mercy?

no, actually, there are other words to describe you. heartless, being one of them. the irony of that when you quite literally removed someone’s heart recently is not lost on you.

rotten. sadistic. torturous. depraved. murderer.

it was how you revelled in the pain you caused others; how you can’t stop the excitement spreading across your body when you see the utter terror in their eyes; how you sometimes let them have a moment of freedom, just to tear it all away at once and see as hopelessness encompasses every cell of their body. the scalpel that you used in carving the man’s heart probably possessed more sympathy than you did.

you are not the same, the voice taunts you. you are not the same person who cried over the dead raven for night’s on end. you can’t even recognise yourself. you are twisted and depraved and oh-so sick in the head. you are broken in ways you don’t even know.

you try to deny it at first, try to resist with every shaky breath that you do this for the greater good. but you know, deep down, you know that this is what you are: a monster masquerading as a human. you have as much heart as the corpse on your operating table with the empty chest.

you try to find some semblance of yourself on the broken pieces of the vanity mirror scattered around you. but you can truly see your twisted visage on the abnormal reflections. it was as if a sculptor had chipped away at you to add all the cruelty of the world and none of its gentleness.

you were made of jagged edges and sharp thorns. made to admire, not to love.

[f0ur-zombyz]

KILLER CHAT ON THE BRAIN !! Had to draw Ronin and My MC (Seo).

All my MCs are blue coded and this was such a coincidence that they’re so opposites attract coded (I had no clue what the characters looked like before I picked it up).

But I highly reccomend giving this a try from itch.io ! ( @rosesrotofficial )

[yb-cringe]

do you guys think qfits gonna have a heart attack when he sees qpac. not because hes worried no but because hes JUST realized how hot he is when pac gets to kill people

[serial-killers-hope]

RONIN WITH A GOD READER

Oh my, how quaint! I shall see to it that I deliver then… ~ DP

Ronin wants to love you.

But how can he when you’re a god?

A Ronin x God MC / Reader

The God I Need Dead.

You weren’t sure how you got onto this so called “pathetic” planet by your superior. Though as usual, you thought nothing of it.

You felt the soft sand underneath your feet, the sounds of crashing waves and loud thunder filling the air though you were praying ( ironically ) for no rain. After all, weather wasn’t in your jurisdiction… funny. But, nevertheless you stood your ground.

The sand from the rain was moist and cold, the air made your skin prickling under the cold air. It was strange to have a mostly mortal body but it felt oddly right with your wings tucked against your back. It was funny how the human body worked… wasn’t it? After all this and you’re still amused by how your comrades in work had made this planet.

You walked along the edge of the water, your eyes stuck on the crashing waves and rising tides of the storm… until they befell a pier. Old but not disheveled by any means… and a human who stood at its end with a long object ( you assumed was a bar of some kind ) in his right hand and a knitted hat in the other. What was curious was the way he looked out into the ocean and seemed unbothered by the high-speed rain that soothes your ears.

Your wings ( thankfully had stayed ) shielded you from the rain. Your brows knitted in confusion as you approached the pier. Climbing up the steps with an odd grace to your step. It honestly would have been amazingly beautiful for a mere mortal to behold…

“Are you alright my dear mortal?”

The man turned to look at you; his dark eyes that you swore were darker than ink, practically glaring daggers at you as he clicked his tongue and whistled slightly through his teeth with a judging gaze. He looked a little angry to see you with all your holiness and that god-like sanctimony you swore you can tell he hated.

“If you’re at all upset I could-“

“God, don’t you lil’ angels need to stop bitchin’?”

You immediately looked perplexed, the veil over your head tilted with your movement as your lips quirked into a frown. You wondered if the man knew who you were at all… he probably didn’t.

“I apologize. I am no angel. I am the divine being of the animals you humans slaughter or keep as so-called ‘trophy pets’ or otherwise.”

The man stares for a second more before practically bursting out in an erupted laugh. It was oddly amusing the way he used the bar in hand as a crutch or cane of some sort and the way his lips curled into a sly smirk as he stopped and took a look at you.

“Dunno you! Hell, maybe you’re one of those fuck ass ‘gods’ that people whine about. You all are some sort of mess, I’ll give you that.”

Your cheeks redden a bit in embarrassment with your wings ruffling in mock anger. But it was honestly quite nice finally ‘meeting’ someone who actually didn’t care about your status.

“And here I was thinking something else was behind me… boohoo for me I suppose.”

The man laughed once more, raspy and deep as he leaned against the bar ( which you suspected was a human weapon of sorts, you didn’t question it at all ) with a cocky grin.

“You here to tell me to convert? To change my so-called ways of evil or some bull shit like that…?”

You hesitate to look up at him; your eyes glued through the veil, onto the man who you swore had horns on his head. Maybe it was a fashion statement of some kind? They were obviously fake… but it was amusing to think that this human was a demon.

“Not at all, I was just curious. May I inquire on you on your name or moniker?”

The man’s grin falters for a quick second before chuckling, walking up to you with a small whistle with the bars hooked end against your chin. His plum hair falling over his eyes as he lifted your veil to view your face with a good stare.

“Call me The Butcher Darlin’… I’m what you gods fear.”

[obsessedwithao3]

Killer,,,bunnies

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#1001...MC?Part 1

If the Halloween Killer Mask events were canon...This is basically how Mc & Mammon met...Halloween is a state of mind people-

In an abandoned warehouse, Mammon is in a Tv watching His Target Mc shacking in their chair their head moving,as the straps on their wrists and legs keep them...

Mam*Looking confused through his mask*...Eh...Mc?

Mc*Continues to shake uncontrollably*!?!

The view of them with tense music and screams...a total Saw camera angle leaves the serial killer dizzy-

Mam*In his real voice now*-Woah woah wait wait!Whats wrong with ya, lunatic?

Mc*Stops and looks at the tv,confused*...whats wrong with me?-IM SCARED!

Mam:...Of WHAT?

Mc*Stares at him*...

Mam*Stares back*...

Mc:...of what-OF THE GAME!?

Mam: But I haven't even explained how the Game works-

Mc*Nods at that slowly*Yeah but your gonna do something nasty to me...

Mam:...Ok!-Yes I am but at least let me finish first explaining the game and then you get scared of whatever, okay?

Mc: Oh-Ok ok-go on!

Mam:Ok-MC THE DEVICE BESIDE YOU WILL CRUSH YOUR SKULL-

Mc*Continues to shake uncontrollably*!?!

Mam: WAIT DAMMIT!?-FUCK!?-What happen?!

Mc*Stops and looks at the TV*...W-well now you did say something that freaked me out...

Mam: Fucking dammit!-LET ME FINISH! Let me finish- 'Kay?

Mc: Ok ok ok...

Mam*Sighs and nods* Thanks...-LIKE I WAS SAYING THE DEVICE BESIDE YOU WILL CRUSH YOUR SKULL WHEN THE CLOCK I NTHE WALL MARKS ZERO TO TURN IT OFF YOU MUST PULL THE LEVER INFRONT OF YOU BUT IN DOING SO...YOU'LL ACTIVATE THE LITTLE DEVICE THAT CUT YOUR HANDS, YOU CHOICE MC...YOUR HANDS...OR YOUR HEAD?~...Let the game beg-

Mc*Continues to shake uncontrollably*!?!

Mam: FUCKING DAMMIT MC!?-WHAT PART OF LETTING ME FINISH DIDN'T YA GET!?-

Mc*Continues to shake uncontrollably even worse than before*!?!

Mam:...Mc?

Mc*Continues to shake uncontrollably even worse than before, foam coming out their mouth*!?!

Mam*Panics and and screams in worry*MC!?-

[minkminkart]

Anyways I remembered this interactive story game and they had a scene in it that had the MC in the abandoned pool house because they were skipping work but they find a guy- co worker- in the midst of killing somebody, and they stood in idle fear as they watch some die. And I wanted to recreate that scene with Yan Diva.

@xoxoalette - Diva

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

Killer Mike was born April 20, 1975

[passive-nightmaresans]

Here's some sketches for the au! (Fun fact Nightmare's vision is awful!)

He refuses to wear glasses so here's him with a monocle lol- and don't mind my awful handwriting it's hard to write digitally-