#muuuuurder

[achromant]

urge to kill rising

[secretlystephaniebrown]

fridge horror for your consideration: Carolina potentially assisted in the massacre of the Fed soldiers during Season 12 as part of her cover with Locus’s squad. 

at the very least, she didn’t save them. 

and that’s fucked up

[yujikashojin]

“This FC ain’t big enough for both of our sass...” - @soraofchaos This is a tribute to another shot that was the same, but I can’t find it to tag it ; ;

[carrie-whites-whispers]

I’m going to sneak out.

Like cat.

Sneaky cat.

[lynne-monstr]

there is some kind of construction going on in my building and for at least a week there has been a steady, constant hammering noise that lasts from 7am-7pm every workday.

I work from home.

I am literally on the edge of murder. like, I spend every waking moment fantasizing about casual slaughter so I can get some peace and quiet in my own house

[mitochondrial-evil]

So I'm thinking I'll go feminist murder fitness chic tomorrow, outfit-wise. Or feminist murder Mordor chic? Tough choices, I am clearly a v fashionable lady.

[andromeda-nightingale]

Selfpara || To Kill a Nightingale

The heels of Andromeda’s shoes clicked lightly against the floor, she walked not in the usual far off dream like state she usually had, but with a sense of purpose and motive. She had a job to do, it hadn’t taken much thought, she knew what she had to do.  Her father was headed to the electric chair but it would take months, if not years for him to be processed. So here she was, off to see her father, it’d been easy to get in, it would be getting out again that would pose a problem. Never the less it did not deter her, she had to save her father, save him from himself. The man that had protected, sheltered and trained her, her entire life and now it was her turn to help him. It was good he’d been yet to be moved to prison yet, this would be far harder if he’d been out of the local police station

"Andromeda." Her father muttered in a hushed but surprised tone as he looked up to find his daughter standing outside his holding cell and the guard on watch with his throat slit. He was on his feet in a matter of seconds, grabbing at the bars in front of him as he rushed over to his daughter.

"Hello, father." She said quietly, drawing his cell key from the guard’s corpse. He had this strange glint of hope and happiness in his eye that only told Andromeda that what she was doing was right. Making her way over to the cell she unlocked it, mentally preparing herself for what was to come. She’d done many bad and illegal things in her life, but none such as this.

"Did you kill the others, let’s go." Her father said, making his way to the door as Andromeda stepped in. He didn’t understand after all did he? He had no idea why she was here.

"I’m not here to take you away father, you’re going to die, there’s no point." She said quietly. "I’m here to say goodbye." She explained the words nonchalantly, her eyes drifting to the floor.

Smack.

Andromeda look up at her father in shock, pain shooting through her cheek from where he’d stuck it. She’d seen her father hit her mother a lot as a child and she’d known how that had ended, but never had he struck her. She’d always trusted her father and he trusted her in return, he’d never stuck her and he rarely yelled, she’d always been his little girl, too delicate to be struck, too breakable. She wasn’t though was she? Maybe he was seeing that now, seeing what he’d made her into.

"We’re leaving, Andromeda, now." He growled, attempting to shove past his daughter, he couldn’t though, not this time. The guards she’d killed on her way in here had made her so strong, he couldn’t shove her nor push her. She simply shoved him back into his cell.

Smack.

There was that painful stinging sensation on her cheek again, but this time it came again and again and again. Her father continuing to try to get past her, to no avail. She stood her ground, doing little to fend off her father’s attacks.

His closed fist connected with her jaw and that was what had done it, he shoved past her, about to run for the exit. That was when she decided to end it. All the people she’d killed on the way in here and the power they’d given her made what happened next easy.

She was faster than him, moving across the room and grabbing him by the back of his collar, hurling him back into the cell. He hit the ground hard, rolling across it and only stopping once he’d collided with the wall. “I’m sorry father, I really am, but it’s your time to go.” She said, keeping eye contact this time, drawing out her straight razor  and flicking it open.

"No." Was the last word Andromeda ever heard her father utter to her, as he jumped forward, scratching and clawing at her. Why did he fight? He was going to die whether she delivered the killing blow or not, she could see it, his end was near and there was nothing either of them could do about it.

All it took was a second, her razor found it’s way to his throat and her father crumpled at her feet.

She knew what she’d done was right but she still couldn’t quite but help being hit by a realization, she’d just killed her father, the last remaining family member she’d had. From that day on Andromeda was truly alone in this world, she could look after herself, she was neither scared nor worried, all she was now was alone.

That night Andromeda drew out her violin again and she played. She played for her father, her mother, her family. This would be the last time she’d play for her family for now she didn’t have one, it was just her now, on her own. So she played, she played all night, for it was the Nightingale’s last song and she had to make it a grand one.