#murderfiend

[trcmblings-blog]

@murderfiend liked for a starter but also received my love ! awesome, wow !

“ what day is it? tuesday, lydia. it’s tuesday. ”  it’s a lie offered on a saharan tone from where he’s settled himself on the stiff sofa and wyatt does not even bother to meet her perpetually wide-eyed gaze as he makes his reply.  “ how about you go in the other room and tell your slapchat friends about it. ”  SNAPCHAT, booker.

[rcsario]

       ‘  ------   her.    it’s her.    she’s the one. ‘   hunters shadowed by night fall,    inner has learned to enjoy her company.   the simplicity of the kill was the mundane’s job,     but the feast was all of her own.   ‘  take her.  ‘  / @murderfiend

[ididsayit-blog]

@murderfiend

     ❝Let me get this fuckin’ straight -- ❞ His jaw was partially agape as he reevaluated the number of men who surrounded them in various packs. Some paid attention to whom their leader was speaking to, others were busy loading up the trucks with new supplies. ❝You’re tellin’ me that you wanna tag the fuck along? How the fuck is that supposed to benefit me? You offerin’ something worth my fuckin’ while here, sugar?❞

[coriah-blog]

                                    @murderfiend // sc.

             he’s   always   found     COMFORT     in   the   stillness   of   a   cemetery,     especially   at     night     when   most   things   mortal   fear   to   enter.           likes   the     QUIET,     but   she’s   caught   his     attention.          what’s   a     little   girl     doing   in   such   a   place   at   the   strike   of   midnight   ?            can’t   say   he     cares     much,     one   way   or   another,     but   when   such   an   opportunity   presents   itself,     he   can     hardly     resist.           soundless   footsteps   carry   him   in   the   shadows,     close   enough   to   catch,     but   (  hopefully  )   not   enough   to   be     CAUGHT.     he’s   watching   closely,   waiting   for   the   opportune   moment   to     strike.

[bornesin-blog]

murderfiend  replied  to  your  post  :

M U R D ER B U D DY

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[baronruff]

he nurses a small, stolen bottle of whiskey, letting it soothe the pain that echoes from bloodied, broken knuckles. he will mend   --   he always does. yet anything to sate the feeling, any feeling at all, does well by him. green eyes stalk her face ; this porcelain doll, doused in her own scars and parading within the hollow of her own demons. she is pretty, he decides. too pretty for this. he doesn’t say anything as he watches her from across the room, sat in that dirty little corner. he’s a stranger in this familiar ballet. this lingering waltz that must be dealt with before the moon is lost. it’s better they don’t know each other’s names. better to keep this formidable distance carved between them, rigidly. he takes another swig, and sniffs sharply at the rot beginning to churn in the air. surely such a stench were festering there, in this abandoned hellhole, long before they showed up to bury bodies. surely.      @murderfiend​ | sc