#murderdcddy

[biblicle]

@murderdcddy ,   continued from here.

            she  wanted  to  leave .  nothing  more  for  her  to  do  or  say ,  she  just  wanted  out  of  the  situation .  at  least  for  a  moment .  sometimes  doom  is  a  little  hard  to  stomach ,  no  matter  kate’s  new  appetite .  she  can’t  look  him  in  the  eye  when  he  gets  like  this :  when  she’s  reminded  of  her  own  humanity ,  of  his  lack  of  remorse.  but  she  doesn’t  get  much  of  a  say  when  he  redirects  her ,  gets  a  full  look  at  her  furrowed  brow ,  downturned  corners  of  her  mouth .  swallow  an  argument ,  despite  the  way  venom  begs  to  drip  from  her  tongue  like  honey  from  a  comb .   he  provides ,  after  all ,  and  she  doesn’t  have  to  hurt  anyone .  she  needs  him  on  her  side .  ❝  --  yeah .  ❞  rude ,  he  says .  how  infuriating .  ❝  ‘m  sorry.  ❞

[knifework-a]

             allowing  a   grin  to  spread  wide,     the  blonde   would   recognize   his   face   anywhere.      ’     well,       what  do  we  have  here   !    ----     been  a  real  DAMN  long  time  since  you’ve  been  to  this  part  of  town.    ‘      the  usual  playful,     cheery  tone  to  her  words.     ‘     mama   ain’t   here  right   now,    looks   like   it’s   just   you   n’   me   for   a  bit.    but   don’t   worry,       i’ll   make   sure   you’re   not  too  bored.    ‘  

    &.      STARTER   CALL          /           @murderdcddy

[playsvulgar-archived-blog]

“ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ”

❝     i’m  just  giving  you  the  facts  !  do  you  think  i’d  be  stood  talking  to  you  if  i’d  no  reason  to  ?     ❞     IN   THE  LIKENESS  OF  A  DEVIL ,  by  her  purity  is  impassioned .  there’s  a  shake  of  her  head   /   neck  cranes  forward  and  fingers  flex  as  if  the  action  would  further  provoke  a  quick  answer .  mindy  is  without  hurry ,  but ,  regardless,  hasty  to  answer  her  own  question  :     ❝     FUCK   NO,   I   WOULDN’T .  you  stink .  i  just  figured  you’d  appreciate  my  help .     ❞

texas  chainsaw  starters   (   accepting   )     /     @murderdcddy

[gringrl]

@murderdcddy liked x

                    “i like her shoes....she needs to die so i can have them. do ya wanna do th’ honors or shall i?”

[playsvulgar-a]

🔪 10

THERE  WASN’T  MUCH  MORE  SHE  could do but bear witness to what could’ve possibly been the last few moments of her life. heavy eyes  -  drowned lifeless since even  before  the game had started  -  followed the point of his switchblade. near shineless. overused, it seemed. and she couldn’t say she were overly surprised by that fact.

the teenager winces  -  brows furrow and nails embedding themselves into the dirt beneath her. as she felt the overwhelming sting of a single, instant slash that assaulted the nerves beneath her eye socket, and in place of tears, beads of liquid crimson rolled her cheek. no words followed the pain. rather, she exhaled through her nostrils as her bottom lip gave an involuntary quiver.

VIOLENT  STARTERS  !  (  ACCEPTING.  )     ›     @murderdcddy

[bloodiedgirl]

╰ * ･ ｡ ♡ .    @murderdcddy​​     /     sc.

                 WITH A NASTY THUD, severed head is dropped at doom’s feet.  ❝ want it ? ❞ knife in one hand, the other lifts to push her bangs out of her eyes, smearing red across her forehead. ❝ only got room in my bag for the juicy parts, ❞

[stitchfacekiller]

@murderdcddy 

  Delicate is the hand that reaches out to grasp the woman dragged before her, fingers lightly brushing along her bloodied cheek, holding her steady in a grip strangely tender, meant to disarm, so she may place a chaste kiss to her forehead. A cruel act of affection for one who would not last the remainder of their game.  It was a shame really, she was pretty, or she had been once---- before the other’s got their greedy hands on her.  Ah well. Smiling up at Doom, silently gleeful amidst the screams of fear and useless pleas for mercy, Doll begins sewing her lips shut. 

[notmisscleo]

RULES: Post a song that reminds you of your muse and then tag 6 people whose songs you want to see. TAGGED BY: @theholisticdetective​

TAGGING: @whcwashe, @mustscream, @bloodintolerant, @mythtakesabound, @murderdcddy​

Trashy Women- by Confederate Railroad

I like 'em sweet, I like 'em with a heart of gold Yeah, and I like 'em brassy, I like 'em brazen and bold Well, they say that opposites attract, well I don't agree I want a woman just as tacky as me Yeah, I like my women just a little on the trashy side.

Yeah, I like my women just a little on the trashy side. Yeah, and I like my women just a little on the trashy side. When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is dyed. Too much lipstick and, ah, too much rouge Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused And I like my women just a little on the trashy side.

[agonybound-blog]

@murderdcddy​ | blood-head

                                          “I see a red door and I want it painted black                                           No colors any more, I want them to turn black...”

The music echoed throughout the room, barely masking the groans from the gentleman with the grease painted face lying in a puddle of his own blood on the floor. Another figure with a painted face hummed along with the song as he towered over a young woman, no older than nineteen or so, as she whimpered pitifully at his feet. He tilted his head slightly, strands of red hair falling onto his forehead, making him look almost boyish. If it weren’t for the blood stained clothing and hands, he might almost look like just another innocent caught in this crazy hell game.

                                    “I see a line of cars and they're all painted black                                     With flowers and my love both never to come back.”

“Hello, darlin’,” the ginger knelt down in front of his trapped prey, voice frightening in its calmness. “Are ya havin’ fun yet?”

She shook her head, trying to shrink farther back away from him. Her back hit the wall and she curled up, knees to her chest and tears streaking the dirt and blood on her face. Her body shook and she reminded Blood-Head of a rabbit that he’d caught in a trap one time. Good times, good times.

A crimson lip poked out in a pitiful pout, although his green eyes sparkled with cruel mirth. “What? R E A L L Y? And I even H E L P E D you out.” He motioned to his now still former partner, gaze never leaving his prey. “I must be really, really bad at this hostin’ thing. Just one more thing to disappoint my parents with, I su-”

B A M! Pain exploded through his face, causing him to jerk backwards in shock. Blood now ran down his face, smearing his makeup and filling his mouth. His prey bolted forward, knocking him back as she scrabbled towards the door and what she perceived as freedom. It took him a couple of seconds to fully realize what was going on, but when he did, he scrabbled to his feet.

                                        “If I look hard enough into the setting sun                                         My love will laugh with me before the morning comes.”

“COME BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE BITCH! I’M GONNA RIP YOU OPEN AND PLAY WITH YOUR GODDAMN INSIDES!” Gone was the boyish charm and playfulness that had defined him up until that point, replaced by a feral rage that would burn everything in its path.

[500to1-blog]

☠

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse — | accepting

☠ = pushing them against a wall . 

Air left her all at once, spine rigid and lips parted in a voiceless cry. This motherfucker knew how to dish out what he preached - which was unlucky for her because it hurt like a bitch. She wouldn’t be surprised ifbruises ran up all along her back when this was all over. But she didn’tlet it get to her. Instead she flashed a smile – all teeth and no mirth. Shewas livid. Blood boiling and fingers itching to scratch and claw at anythingshe could. Especially at him. 

“ Y’fuck – ” the strained words fell from her as she stared down at him,blood oozing in slow rivulets from a gash that ran along her forehead. “ Didn’tyour mama ever tell you a lady’s word is final? ” Charly reared back justenough to spit the blood pooling in her mouth at him - landing in an unattractivesplat on his shoulder. Her smile only growing more. 

“ Just ‘cause I told you no to your fucking cult bullshit doesn’t mean youget to throw a fit like a baby. You and your fucked up friends are the last peopleI’d fuckin’ help. You haven’t got shit to offer that I’d want. ”

[biblicle]

rough touch !

rough touch || accepting !!

+ 21. Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

             CLICK OF FANGS into place. you’re not scared, are you ? she doesn’t want to hurt anyone, but god, she’s so hungry. color has been drained from her features, even yellow snake-slitted eyes seem more muted than they should be. ❝ c’mere, ❞ voice would be enticing if she wasn’t moving like a PREDATOR, sounds like the purr of a jungle cat stalking its prey. he’s not used to being prey, is he ? even weakened, culebra kate is stronger than a human. so when teeth puncture his skin, sink into his neck, she’s sure he’s surprised. forceful, bodily shove is given, only makes her tear the skin a little more. GOD SHE’S SO HUNGRY. arms loop around him, pale and skinny but grip like iron. ❝ just a little, ❞ voice muted and thick with blood, hazy like she’s sleepwalking. ❝ i’m not gonna kill you. ❞

[devotvm-archive-blog]

🔪 !

Send 🔪 to find my muse drenched in blood after they killed someone

   Frozen like a deer in the high beams of a pickup truck, she STARES ahead at the other. Her arms are held away from her frame, hands upturned almost in a form of surrender. Her shock is more than apparent-- CRYSTAL FUCKING CLEAR, ACTUALLY. --But, still, Tiffany Valentine presses on as if she has nothing to fear. ALTHOUGH THE OPPOSITE IS FAR MORE EVIDENT.

   She forms a small fist and pushes the back of her hand to her mouth, ineffectively trying to clear the blood off her face by spreading it MORE across her lips. If she were in a better frame of mind, in a different circumstance, ( AND IF SHE WERE MORE CONFIDENT IN HER COMPANY ) , she would have LICKED the blood from her fingers. A thickened swallow gets stuck in her throat and her knees threaten to shake beneath her weight. HER QUICKENED HEART BEAT STARTS TO THUD HEAVILY IN HER EARS.

   Tiffany’s doe eyes bat once, twice, and a third time before she clears her throat and says with FAR more confidence than she actually possessed--

     ❛   I’d turn around if I was you, honey. I’m not having a ‘ good day ‘.  ❜

[crimsonspots-a-blog]

         ❛ give it back ❜ he growled, hand outstretched towards the antique doll. ❛ it was my sister’s ❜

@murderdcddy

[gringrl]

@murderdcddy || liked this

                just when she thought her day was getting BETTER...                someone catches her in the BLISSFUL ACT OF MURDER.                she stood up, stumbling at first, the blood had stained her golden heels but her skin-tight dress was black--so the blood wasn’t as noticable--especially in the dim light. “’ey,” she exhaled coolly, reaching behind her ear for her cigarette but it wasn’t there. she pouted. “ya wouldn’t happen t’ have a SMOKE, would’ja? maybe a light, too? fuckin’...y’know, this ASSHOLE --” she kicked the LIMP, LIFELESS leg. “--caused me t’ loose my last cigarette.”

[averyspecificscent]

’ So unless you’ve got something else to say… back the fuck off. ’

Charley swallowed hard, finally relenting. It wasn’t any use arguing, especially with a man taller than him and covered with blood. “I don’t have anything to say,” the boy croaked pathetically, even going as far to raise his hands in surrender. His voice was barely above a strained whisper, somewhere between the vocal handicap crying instilled and a dog’s high-pitched whine. “So I’ll just shut up and leave now.”

[sugarspiked-blog]

“smart & pretty. that right there is a deadly combination.”

MOVIE SENTENCE STARTER. 

smart and pretty, flattery comes in typical forms from even strange men. he’s just another one of those carcer freaks to her. the ones with the masks who will sodomize you with a rustly lead pipe or skullfuck your eyesocket. carcer city has desensitized her to forms of ultra-violence. she eyes him for a few moments. he’s one of those people who she imagines looks better covered in blood with a cheshire grin rather than the predatory way his eyes glance over her now.   ❛ oh mister, you don’t have the slightest idea. ❜