a monster and a bad man.

serial killer ocs

[adulteredsins-archive-deactivat]

      ❛ y—yeah.. it does.. ❜

                         she POUTS the slightest, staring down. she’ll fix her                          SKIRT to hide her UNDERWEAR as she sits — and                          she’ll sway her feet in their place and FROWN.

         ❛ my BROTHER said i’m a BABY, and that i act like            a LITTLE BRAT… ——— i’m not PERFECT.. but i’m            EIGHTEEN, which makes me an ADULT. ❜

[iidentical-blog]

               he's said worst things to his brother. then again,                her brother probably did not kill her parents and                her brother probably was not a serial killer. there's                a shaky smile on his lips as he pulls a matchbox                out of his jeans.

       ‘ that's shitty... you are an adult. ’

               that's all he says before he brings a cigarette to                his lips. he doesn't like the filter but right now he's                not in a position to complain. he glances at her as                he lights the cigarette.

                                                                      ‘ --- you smoke? ’

[holyophelia]

She pauses her digging, looking up to him again. “Are you sure?” She doesn’t mind, really. Ophelia wasn’t really in need of anything in particular right away and she had about twenty dollars on her anyway. Plenty enough for whatever she absolutely needed. She takes her hand back out of her bag, grasping his in a firm shake. “Ophelia, it’s nice to meet you. I can’t say I’ve heard Claudius often.”

[iidentical-blog]

“Ophelia? I've never had the pleasure of meeting an Ophelia.” The amusement is clear in his voice as he shakes her hand. He brings her hand up and kisses it. Its a quick and chaste kiss, perhaps a little more reverential than he had planned. There's still a playful smile breaking out on his face as he lets her hand go though.

[adulteredsins-archive-deactivat]

      a DRY sob gently WRACKS her body —— she’ll LOOSEN       her grip before FINALLY letting go. it felt GOOD to get it       OUT, but she DOES kind of feel BAD for doing that.. she’ll       wipe little TEARS from her cheeks and sit on her BEHIND,       legs OPEN as she LOOKS to him. the back of her HAND       wipes her NOSE. 

              ❛ i’m s—-s—-sorry.. i’m just mad… ❜

[iidentical-blog]

       ‘ its fine. it feels good doesn't it? ’

                eyes wander to her inviting open legs but stop short.                 he feels bad for her so instead of staring at her he                 sits down next to her. his hands slip into his pockets.                 he needs a cigarette. he's hoping it'll stop him from                 trying to do something stupid.

       ‘ hope you don't mind me asking but uh... whats wrong? ’

[adulteredsins-archive-deactivat]

       ❛ I’M. AN. ADULT !!!!! SAY IT!!! TELL ME I’M AN ADULT!! ❜

               her brother likes to demean her maturity; she                is rather BRATTY, but she’s also INSISTENT                that being EIGHTEEN makes her equal to                everyone ELSE. 

                               and she’s wrapping her hands around your throat                                and shaking you as she yells; she doesn’t mean to                                HURT you, really, but she is quite STRONG..

[iidentical-blog]

       ‘ you're an adult. like me. now. let. go. ’

                his hands move up slowly to wrap around her wrists.                 she's a lot stronger than he had expected. he's trying                 to be nice and easy with her but there's a crazy look                 in his eyes. he wants to smile but her hands are a little                 too tight. this was not how he had expected this to go.

[fractuspuer-archive]

        oɴce a killer,                  ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs a killer.

              my hands are ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ in blood.                                       and not even your salty tears                                            of ƒσяgινєηєѕѕ and ℓσνє,                                                                       can ωαѕн away                                                                 the ＰＡＩＮ I have   c a u s e d .

[absolutehorror-deactivated20210]

            her swing stops and she’s hopping             on her still shoe clad foot over to the             other with wide eyes. once she’s on              the sidewalk, she puts both feet down             on the ground and a pink hue rises to             her cheeks.                          ’ s-sorry— ‘m r-real sorry—                           i d-didn’t know i-it was                            u-untied, a-and— it just                           flew a-away. ‘             teeth sink down nervously into her              bottom lip. 

[iidentical-blog]

              ‘ oh it's fine. my nose is safe and sound. ’

        he smiles easily. there's something about         her that he likes and its not how she blushes.         for a moment, he thinks its because of how         breakable soft she looks. he kneels down in         front of her without a word.

              ‘ let me put your shoe back on for you. ’

[iidentical-blog]

I’ll finger fuck you under the table at a restaurant then lick my fingers when I’m done I don’t give a fuck

[holyophelia]

She furnishes the bill to him, offering him a sunny smile for an overcast day. “Oh! Well I’m glad I got to you, then!” Ophelia tucks some loose hair behind her ear, and cocks a brow. “Do you need some help? I’ve got five I could spare, myself.” Even if it were her last five to her name, she’d still be offering.

[iidentical-blog]

“Oh no. I couldn't. I just didn't bring any more cash with me.” He smiles at her and holds his hand out to shake hers. He is trying to make time to think. She seems like the kind of person that would want to buy food and give it to a shelter, right? After all, he can't say he is poor, especially not with the couple of hundreds in his wallet. “I'm Claudius.” He is still not sure what he wants from her if anything.

[holyophelia]

iidentical

She snatches the bill off the pavement quickly, looking up to the back of the young man she’s fairly sure dropped it. “Excuse me! Sir!” She calls out, and tries to catch up. “Sir, I think you dropped this!” She’s waving the five dollar bill when he turns his head back.

[iidentical-blog]

The blonde turns around, already annoyed that someone’s disturbing his walk. That doesn’t stop him from turning to her with a charming smile though. His eyes stay on her the whole time, never glancing at the bill in her hand. “Oh thanks! Really. I had just enough cash to buy groceries.” He lies easily and meets her half way to take the bill that isn’t his.

[d13d-archive]

 ” never heard of you. probably    would’ve remembered your face. “

   he isn’t one to talk, he’s a    rather famous serial killer.

[iidentical-blog]

” sure you just aren't really forgetful? or maybe   you didn't get the memo. i did hear that there   was a mishap with any emails that end in 69. “

so what if he is actually eighteen years old? he might as well be a little kid with that humor.

[agnelino-old-blog]

         ❛ no.. —— i get good grades.. ❜ 

              she mumbles. in her own quieted voice, her distance from               their interactions are mused — her eyes have become caught               in the shadows of the ground, distracted, unblinking as they               talk. her hands sit in her pockets.

           ❛ why’s that? — i’m a senior. ❜

[iidentical-blog]

               as he listens, his left hand snakes to his lower back and                tries to grasp a gun that isn’t there. it takes him a few                moments to notice what he was doing. something about                old habits dying hard tumbles through his thoughts.                with a sigh his hand falls back to his side. he glances up                at her. looks like he’s been quiet for too long. shit.

         ‘ oh. i- i was homeschooled for a while. ’

[absolutehorror-deactivated20210]

        she’s been hogging up the swing         for a while now, all the kids in the          park glaring rather nastily. she hasn’t         noticed of course, too absorbed in          trying to get as high as she can. in         the midst of her concentration, she         hasn’t noticed that her shoe is untied         until it goes flying off —- and hits you         right in the face.                      oops.         she comes to a stop with wide eyes,          as if she can’t believe that actually         just happened.                                          ’ o-oh my g-god. ‘

[iidentical-blog]

              shouldn't have cut through the               damn park, you fucking idiot...

        he's staring at the shoe like he's about         to kill it. well its definitely too big to be         some dumb kid's shoe, that's for sure.         he kneels down and grabs it angrily, a         few choice words already in his head.

              ‘ i don't know what kind of f- ’

                                                   she's pretty.

              ‘ uh. i think this is your shoe. ’

[iidentical-blog]

whoo! finally back with my laptop and with some free time once more. i still have to write four thousand words of school work but at least that's manageable. anyway, i'll be getting to drafts soon.

[d13d-archive]

 ” oh, i’m so sorry. guess    i just don’t care. “

[iidentical-blog]

 “ that's just rude. i'll have you know    that i am internationally famous. ”

[bloodyhcll-archive]

                        —— she smiles back, his excitement pumping                                  her mood, itching her curiosity to find out                                  more about what the muggles do and don’t.                         “we can definitely do something, you straightforward                           little thing. and no, i didn’t see anythng besides the                           chemistry room and what’s supposed to be my                           locker. mind showing it to me?”

[iidentical-blog]

           “ i was just messing with you. there isn't actually               a statue built in my honor... but i think i should! ”

                         he quiets down for a moment and opens the janitor's                          closet door. after one quick glance down the hall he                          turns and faces the redhead again. everyone was still                          in class. good.

           “ if y'want, we can go to my place now and skip               school? it was going to be a short day anyway. ”

[iidentical-blog]

woo hoo! finally back from my super busy few weeks of catching up with my coursework. i'll be on for the next few days until i start more essays.

[aellai]

               ❝tell me that you think i’m pretty.❞

[iidentical-blog]

           “ i think you are very pretty. ”