Psycho By Choice

[poltergeistisms]

“I guess you’re too uncultured to knock.”

[blueeyeddxvil]

“Didn’t know anyone was in here. But gotta say, kinda glad I didn’t.” 

[blueeyeddxvil]

daughterdeath:

“Easy is boring…”

And what kind of victims have you had, little lady? 

[blueeyeddxvil]

Looks like they got rid of school kids. 

Here’s to all the easy victims....

[ofmercykillings]

Oh, how she hated waiting. It was roughly nine o’clock, Friday night, the usual time she’d stop by the house to check in, see how things were going with Dominik. It’d been like this for months now, ever since she had the misfortune of killing him on property —- and to this day, she still felt as though he’d set her up for a lifetime of catering to his every whim. That was the trouble with getting to know customers, and bizarre nature of knowing them after they die. It wasn’t until she saw an unfamiliar figure step onto the front porch that Isobel passed a glance at them. She knew she technically wasn’t supposed to be there, so naturally, she was a bit defensive. “Problem?” She perked a brow, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

[blueeyeddxvil]

He had never really understood it. The unnecessary draw to the porch. At least not for the first ten years of his afterlife did he not understand it. Nowadays, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed watching the people go by, every once in a while trying to get some of the more beautiful women over the property line--making sure every so often one of those women never left. Tonight; however, he didn’t have to do any schmoozing. The beautiful woman had come all on her own. But for what reason. That was something the psychopath had to know. Making sure he still couldn’t be seen, Cole ghosted to the inside of the door. Casually stepping out of the house, he couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his features at the female’s remark. “You’re not the pizza delivery boy.” His counter was smooth, but he figured it would be a fun way to start a conversation. 

[blueeyeddxvil]

Are you aware of how much of a creep you are, or...?

[sydneyreed-inthemurderhouse]

Ricky, Keith, Shadow, Jaime, Jude, Cole.

send 6 characters/people and i’ll tell you who i would:

Do the sexy love™ with: Cole. I dunno, he’s attractive.. I guess.Sacrifice myself for: Jaime. He seems nice, and I’m already dead, so better I die again than him, right?Kick: Keith. The guy’s a dick.Take to prom: Shadow. I don’t really know him that well, and we haven’t really been on good terms, but I guess he’s better than the other options.Abandon in jurassic park: Ricky. I hope they tear him apart.Push off a bridge: Jude. Isn’t this the guy who said he should’ve left Aaron for dead? I’d push him off ten bridges.

@blueeyeddxvil @jaime-chavez @deadbcywalking @theshadowofgray @richardsikes @dxntletmedxwn

[blueeyeddxvil]

Jesus the house had been boring since the whole serial killer fiasco. It had even been too long since he had someone to release some of his sexual urges on. Teeth working at his thumbnail, Cole was sitting on the porch swing--one of his frequent haunt spots--his eyes scanning the sidewalk just outside the gate.

[blueeyeddxvil]

Cole Thomas Moodboard

[sydneyreed-inthemurderhouse]

“Best day of the year,” Sydney mumbled to herself sarcastically, pouring herself a large glass of vodka. It was difficult to forget a horrible event, especially when the anniversary was the day after Halloween. It was exactly 11 years since her death, and as each year passed the consequences didn’t get any easier to deal with.

[blueeyeddxvil]

Cole watched the girl from the kitchen table--completely invisible--his legs kicked up. Hearing her mumble, his head lolled back and his eyes rolled in an almost annoyed fashion. Why couldn’t he ever snoop on the people that weren’t so damn mopey? It was as if everyone--except himself and Harley--had a stick up their ass. “You gonna share that or are you gonna keep whining to yourself?” He decided to interject, making himself visible with his hand stretched out for the bottle. 

[blueeyeddxvil]

Lounging casually on the couch, Cole’s fingers softly grazed along Murdock’s sleek gray body. Eyes closed to the world around him, the psychopath felt a cold calm run through his normally frantic nerves. Feeling Murdock’s interest prick at something new, Cole opened one eye in curiosity. “If you couldn’t tell, this space is occupied,” he commented nonchalantly as he continued to pet his cat. 

[bleachgirl]

[undeniablyandi]

…

[blueeyeddxvil]

[blueeyeddxvil]

Cole had been in a strange mood for the last couple of days, his irritation with the living becoming more evident whenever he encountered one. Even the sex he had with–what was her name again?–hadn’t taken the edge off. It was as if his bones were calling for some kind of attention from another. Harley… Unsure of what she would be doing, he crept slowly to the frame of her door, ghosting inside to lean against it as she spun and brandished her knife. A smirk played on his features as he held his hands up in mock surrender. “Isn’t it customary for me to fuck you before you stick me with that thing?”

[ofblackwidcws]

A lopsided grin pulled at the murderer’s features as she discovered the little intruder to be Cole. “Why don’t you come here and find out?” Harley perked a brow, spinning her knife playfully – though the look in her eyes was more than questionable.

[blueeyeddxvil]

Head cocking, a smirk played at the corner of Cole’s mouth as he took a few steps closer to her. He was always prepared for Harley’s little games, ready for whatever outcome she decided to go with. The scar on his face appeared–as it always did when he was around the murderer–his wicked side sliding out without any trouble. “Don’t go easy on me,” he said, a wink accompanying his smirk.

[daydreamiisms]

…this your room, then?

[blueeyeddxvil]

It could be...who's asking?

[frozenphenomenon]

Approaching the closed door withholding a pleasant mystery tune, Penny slowly reached for its handle and gently opened it. A smile spread across her features as the music spilled out into the hall — though a slight anxiety prickled her expression at the thought of a pair of eyes on her, so she looked from one end of the room to the other to make sure it was unoccupied. Finding no one within, the icy blonde’s smile returned and she slowly crept into the room and gently shut the door behind her before letting her arms fall to her sides and allowing herself to relax as she began to dance to the music.

[blueeyeddxvil]

Lounging on one of the abandoned beds in a vacated room, Cole had watched the hours ticking away by the direction of the sun’s light in the window. His nerves were tingling--awaiting for him to move so that they could feel some excitement. It wasn’t until soft musical notes drifted into his ear that the dark haired ghost rose from the bed. Curious, he ghosted his way down to the end of the hall--stepping softly to the door that he guessed it was coming from. Eyes instantly transfixed by the young woman dancing in the middle of the room, a soft smile crept onto his lips. Deciding in that moment, to stay silent, Cole leaned against the door jamb--his eyes following each of her graceful movements. 

[blueeyeddxvil]

basementthriller:

blue–eyed–devil:

She smirked, watching the imagined exchange with a glint of amusement in her eyes. “Well look at that, the boy’s got a sense of humour. I’m gonna guess Mr. Jim Bean is pretty freaking generous and said yeah,” she grinned, her eyebrow raising in question.

Leaning forward slowly, Cole’s glinted in soft amusement. Teasingly he held it out for her to take, making sure he could easily pull it back if she tried to grab for it. “He said, ‘what’s in it for me?’”

[basementthriller]

Fiona eyed the bottle hopefully, before smirking at the man. “What’s in it for you? How about that warm and fuzzy feeling people get when they help somebody out?”

[blueeyeddxvil]

Cole’s lips twisted to a wolf like smile. “Can’t say I’ve ever experienced that feeling. Would you mind acting it out for me?”

[blueeyeddxvil]

the-girl--nextdoor:

Brows popping up when she found him in her sight, Tara paused in her tracks, head instinctively tilting to the side as she twisted to face him. Stone blue eyes looked the stranger up and down, and as her gaze found its way back to his face, she offered a magnetic smile herself. “Always,” she replied. “Why, were you looking for something to do?” The sorority girl inquired, a smirk coming into play. She was only on her way to the liquor store – but company, well… she wouldn’t deny this one’s company.

The smile twisted into a semi-smirk as Cole leaned against the fence. “Always,” he mimicked. “Of course, right now I’m just looking for someone. If you catch my drift,” he added, a soft pout gracing his lips as he tried to lure her back to the Murder House. In a way, he was hoping she wasn’t that easy to convince into bed. Hell, from what he had seen of her she seemed to make conquests rather than the other way around--and he had always somewhat of a weakness for that.