#serialqueen

[anuraagpandey]

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[humilictedman-arc]

@serialqueen​ liked for a canon dialogue starter!

“ Fear isn’t like a virus. When fear finds more hosts, it gets stronger, scarier. “

[bladedlegacya]

thumb    dormant    against    sullen   lips  ,         she       sinks      her      teeth       into     a      sugar      doused        cherry  ,            sticky - sweetness     pooling        in       her      mouth      like      maple     sap  .        ❛        sorry  .            i      just      haven’t        felt       like       myself            lately .        ❜        she      responds      absent - minded  ,         dulled     gaze     framed      in      purple .         @serialqueen     »      (     STARTER     CALL    ,        ACCEPTING      )     .

[aspernamentum]

🤙 Bump into my muse for jimmy !

meme // accepting.

     Texting and power-walking in New York wasn’t exactly advised. The bump was sudden, a shock to the system, “hey! Hands off the merchandise!” He yelped. Jimmy tried his best to retain his footing but instead his foot slipped off the curb. It was like the ground had fallen out from underneath him. He slid off the bumper of a parked car and landed squarely on his ass. “Shit, good job I’m drunk or else I might’ve actually felt that.” He muttered, more to himself than anyone in his immediate vicinity. 

[wcsted-blog1]

010.   kiss them . (Finger guns for rodrik because sweet sweet returns of ask)

// ⊰  touch meme . ⊱     currently ACCEPTING.   *  // rodrik weinberg ft. myra brea jones .

010.   kiss them .

                his frame is covered in blood , some on his face , most of it staining his white tee , - they’re out again , have committed yet another murder , the screams and cries of the victim having now faded as they were d e a d on the floor - “  ‘s my way of doing things - ” accent is thick as he speaks , lips having curled into a smirk as he gazes at the red head. he’s never been one to be gentle when committing the atrocious act of murder , one which in his eyes was an art. he’d lost count of how many times he’d stabbed their victim , ten - fifteen - twenty ?? it’s a mystery really , but the corpse’s torso is practically covered - flesh ripped in several places , intestines visible - some even o u t , was that the stomach - the heart ?? he doesn’t however take a second look , as his attention is set upon the red head , his grin fading - silence overtaking them. it’s something unspoken , something that shifts as the other steps towards him , hand on the back of his neck pulling him down - his lips greedily meeting her own , and truthfully he felt like he’d found a new home in them - blood covered hands resting upon her hips , as if to pull her closer - “  mädchen .  .  .  ” german nickname rolls off his tongue , digits giving her a small squeeze as he allowed himself to pull her closer , lips an inch away from her own. “  we should go back to mine -  ” intentions are obvious as he kisses her again , deepens it with a tilt of his head , - the femme understood him , she knew what it was like to have inner demons , that with a simple called enabled them to commit crimes that would most likely end with them locked behind bars - but they’re a team , and they stuck together - “  to celebrate .  .  .  ”

[scssypig-blog]

@serialqueen​

Last night. It’d been the night before, the night he committed such a terrible act. And he had the audacity to commit it in the woods, the woods that his mansion was located. He tried everything to stop thinking about it. Pierre tried shopping away his sins, cleansing himself with new clothes and some candy, but the thoughts lingered. Then came a physical cleansing; he took a long, hot bubble bath with a face mask to match.

It didn’t work. He tried some more possible cures that worked before: get some take-out, watch a horror movie, play some video games, get some more take-out, run a show with some randomly kidnapped young woman, some complete nobody to him that one of his viewers sent, smoke some weed, and finally, some more take-out.   

And now? It was nighttime, almost the very early morning. He, now dressed in his favorite red silk robe, drank a cup of hot tea with a lot of honey as he stared out a window facing the forest, where the dead body lied. The scene of the crime was a bit farther out than he could see, but he knew it was there. He saw the very faint outline of the body, and yet, no one had seen the mangled corpse. If someone tried to blame him, he’d claim to not dare look out that window. Or maybe it hadn’t crossed his mind, thinking it was a dead animal carcass. The police would be able to prove his alibi and nothing more.

And yet, the paranoia that perhaps he’d be caught due to such aggressive, animalistic, and claw-like slicing of the corpse’s throat and stomach sunk into his pores and deeper, towards his mind and heart. All achieved by just a small knife that dug into the flesh of another human being. Did he feel sorry that he did it? No, he was only sorry that perhaps he’d get caught. Did he leave some mark? Did he even have a mark? The blonde was curious yet terrified of the answers.

Out in the shadows, he swore he saw something. Or it was someone. The window he stood from really made his brain freak out when he saw anything moving out there. Blue eyes continued to watch, intrigued.

[cortezmade-blog1]

❝ what kind of serial killer doesn’t have a specific method when killing? ❞

KILLER STARTERS // ACCEPTING !

                      KILLING SOMEONE, the same way, every time? Nose wrinkles and he huffs at the girl, leaning closer to her, a spark of fire lighting dark eyes. A dangerous creature stands before her, questioned by a girl not even half his age. James seems almost offended by the question. “A creative one.” How very dull she must be. “Repetition is what will get you killed, my dear. Leave your habits at the door.”

[claytoncleaver]

@serialqueen

“Don’t go in there!” John grabbed her arm, stopping her from walking toward the embalming room. “Let’s head upstairs.” 

[deorumxmonstra-blog]

“you don’t have to tell me why.” (For Elsa !!!)

@serialqueen // Myra Jones

❝I don’t have to do anything, mein schatz. It is one of the many perks of stardom.❞ Elsa answered, her voice laced with bitterness. In her life all Elsa had ever wanted was to be a star; she had been so utterly enamoured by the thought of being gazed upon and noticed by thousands, but now that she had exactly that she realised how empty a dream it had been. She had dropped everything and everyone she had ever known to care about her in order to get her 15 minutes of fame, and frankly they couldn’t end fast enough. ❝But you do want to know, yes?❞ 

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

❖ @serialqueen  ❖

▌█ ∵   🔪 ∵ █ ▌ ❝ Surprise, surprise. She lives and walks another day. ❞  Weight shifted in black heels as gaze drifted along the other woman. It had been awhile since she had seen her and given how much lower her sentence was she managed to skirt by with only a few missions with the suicide squad. She did not expect the other woman to be out just yet, so a slight surprise had come across finding her once again in the streets of Gotham.  ❝ Tell me now, who did you have to kill to get out of that place?  ❞

▌█ ∵  💖 ∵ █ ▌❝ WHO ME? Y’KNOW just ‘cause I’m blonde don’t mean there’s no brain here. I do got a Ph.D.  ❞  She smirked, trying not to take the blow to heart. After all, at least she had one...somewhere. Swinging her bat across her shoulder she blew a small bubble with her gum.  ❝  Ya think this is my only break out of that hell hole? Arkham’s got more security flaws than swiss cheese. Guess it helps when ya once worked in the same halls tho. Getting outta Waller’s grip was harder but we never reall saw eye to eye after the whole I kinda disabled my bomb situation. We were on a lot of missions together. Guess I was one of her faves.   ❞

[iglamourworld]

Lakshmi Vasudevan , my fav serial aunty #serialactresshot #serialqueen #lakshmivasudevan #lakshmi https://www.instagram.com/p/CAwH_tJn9Ms/?igshid=5lu17xyk7a1z

[evoldick]

                  “I don’t think Violet would approve of this hobby of yours.”                                          The joy in his tone and facial expression was clear.                    “She was my girlfriend, and hasn’t spoken to me in years.”                                    What could the redhead expect.                                         ( @serialqueen )

[fearprophet]

    ❝ — I like to believe that everyone has a motive. ❞ Firm as ever, but he’s bored, and right now, psychoanalyzing the woman seemed much more interesting than whatever was playing on the tv.

     ❝ — Something That makes us get up in the morning. Sometimes, it’s very small, something we barely know it’s there but it is there, while other times it can fuel our whole life, never leaving our minds on a bigger scale. ❞

@serialqueen // ♥’d for a starter.

[thegucst-blog]

@serialqueen || cont from here

He RESISTED the strong urge to roll his eyes, instead narrowing them at her. The former soldier shifted his weight onto one foot, arms folded across his chest. “That’s not the point. I know you ENJOY killing, and I think it’d be EASIER if you were on my side.” David moved to the table and set down his duffle bag, digging through to pull out a folder and handing it over to her. “These ASSHOLES are responsible for ruining my life. There’s too many of them for me to kill them MYSELF, so I need your help.”

[insomniiiac-blog1]

@serialqueen liked for a starter .

     YOU’RE A FOREST FIRE   .     lights matches soaked in gasoline  ,   flames lick skin   &   spread down the small of your back   -   wavy  ,    ablaze .     she’s doused in    ebony black   ,    black hair ,   black eyes ,    black heart  ;   drags along a trail of   dancing shadows   like the night skies .   two    starved wolves   ,    don’t belong to a pack ,    but roam these vacant streets as though they   own them .    cancer between cherry lips ,    she breathes out   &   thick wisps of smoke  curl  along cheekbones .    ❛   i told them you were   with me   ,    don’t worry  .   ❜    

[glamcrime]

its’a STARTER ( bb!harls edition ) for @serialqueen !

❛  OHH !  YOU  REALLY  pretty  miss !  ❜     the  fact  that  the  woman’s  hair  matched  her  lips  intrigued  the  little  quinzel.