#murderkid

[gildedmuse]

Kid: Oh, looks like Momma's dragon here is finally taking us seriously. Well, I guess we're gonna see how tough this fish-boy really is, huh guy-

Killer: Indeed we will.

Killer: And I will go first.

Kid: Wait? What!?

Kid: Noooo! My baby!

Kid: This isn't fun at all!

[occasionalhxhdoodles]

day 20

kalluto :))

[aldasart]

Horrible boyfriends. The worst really

[parricidepodcast]

Episode 35 Pt. 2: The Lightbulb - Henry Wachtel

Henry's defense was that, although his body killed his mother, he had not. He was pretty sure this meant he wouldn't go to prison...and he was right! But that didn't mean freedom for him. It meant treatment. According to his treatment providers, he was more interested in looking good for court than getting any treatment. Could Henry convince the Courts he'd changed? Listen now! If you like our shows and want to become a part of the solution to this age-old problem, please consider making a tax deductible donation to us at   / parricidepodcast . Your support means the world to us! For transcripts of this episode, please visit us at https://www.parricide.org and click on the Transcript Link under Parricide Podcast.

[archi-pelago]

time to redesign my ocs from 2014 and fuck with them. whats up its fucking tal and 3in my horrible doomed murderkid and her boyfriend who's a hell robot. this is normal

[quotablefanfiction]

“There is no way in hell you’re getting your weapon back, you crazy, horrible murderkid,” Eraserhead says with disappointing finality. Izuku huffs. Setsuna, damn her sneaky genius, snorts into her sleeve from the roof above. Eraserhead looks up. Then he looks at Izuku. With a single finger directed upward, he says, “Is that your friend?” “Not right now, hell no,” says Izuku.

Izuku is not happy with his literal partner in crime (chp. 1)

enbu by novalotypo (AO3) Boku no Hero Academia/Demon Slayer: Kimestsu no Yaiba – General #Alternate Universe #Canon Divergence #Crossover #Demon Slayer!AU #in which Izuku might be Tanjirou’s descendant #spoilers for kimetsu no yaiba manga

“It’s not a quirk,” Izuku tells the poor sod, who looks like he needs to catch up on four years of sleep and has been combating that fact with caffeine pills and spite alone. “It’s breathing. I’m literally just breathing. Do you want me to stop breathing?” he demands. When Eraserhead glares at him like he’s murdered someone (which he has, technically, but what is someone, really), Izuku sniffs righteously and says, “Stop glaring at me!”

Eraserhead takes a deep breath.

“Breathing, yes, like that,” Izuku says eagerly. “Want to see me do it too?”

“No,” says Eraserhead.

[mahoushojo-chan]

lifeblood || Durge & Orin, pre-BG3

synopsis: For a second, she fleetingly wonders if there is beauty in the living.

It's a blasphemous thought. A Bhaalspawn only murders and murders more; there is no room for the living, because there is hardly room for all of the dead.

pairing: none. tav/the dark urge & orin, platonic... ish. as platonic or familial as two murder-god spawn serial killers can be, I guess.

other tags: tw: gore, tw: death, tw: murder, I mean you've got the two murderkids talking

concept: talking about death, beauty, and life.

a very small short of tav's life, pre-nautiloid, inspired by the conversation of how Orin and Durge used to be close, but kept arguing about their different views. Orin kept speaking about the beauty of ritual sacrifice while Dark Urge just would murder for murders sake.

thought it would provide an interesting insight to Tav, the Bard. Bards are supposed to represent beauty and style. At the end of the day, the dark urge was always bhaals favourite.

Blood drips from the ceiling. Tav tries to focus on that sound over Orin's incessant ramblings.

"It is beautiful. Masterful, even, the way you strung up his innards so."

Orin marvels at the corpse that has been tied to the ceiling by his intestines. He was a wealthy fool that indulged much in his own gluttony, and she figured that since fools and smoke both liked high places, it was a fitting place for him to die.

Tav herself doesn't particularly care for the flair. Death was death. It was only by Orin's suggestion that she had bothered to alter her methods, and Tav decided that she shouldn't do something so unnecessary next time.

It would have been much more efficient if she had poisoned the wine. Then all of the gluttons would have died—drunk themselves silly to their own deaths. Instead, she had to carefully disguise herself, poison the lord specifically, then lure him under a false guise in order to gut him properly and quietly.

So much ado about nothing.

"What will yours look like when you are torn apart? Ripped to shreds? Nothing but flesh and bone once more, incapable of creating any more than decay and rot?" Orin asks, gleeful. It seems that Tav's work had inspired her, somehow.

Tav would normally threaten Orin at her comment, because she is supposed to threaten her. If she leaves Orin out of check, it's only a matter of time before she makes due on her promises of gutting Tav.

But because she feels pensive, she thinks. Plus, this outing was meant to entertain Orin, so she might as well stick to it. She supposes that if she is killed by Orin's hand, nothing would happen. Orin might not even bother to dispose the body, simply leave it on an altar to their father.

But in a world with familial bonding, where they could be as sisterly as they could be, Tav hums.

"I would want you to bury me under a garden." Tav says, after a while.

"Disgusting. Such a plot of land is full of life and... oh, is that your hope? That your cursed blood might poison the land? You are clever, truly." Orin grins, widely.

It would be full of life. Life that she could kill, or life that could simply just... be.

Well, not that Tav would care. She would be in the Hells, or on whatever plane her father wished for her soul to rot in, should she ever fail and die. Her body would have no more use to her.

For a second, she fleetingly wonders if there is beauty in the living.

It's a blasphemous thought. A Bhaalspawn only murders and murders more; there is no room for the living, because there is hardly room for all of the dead.

Still. Perhaps if there is no use for her body for herself, and no use for her father to use her corpse anymore either, maybe he would just let it be.

Then, in death, the body that had taken so many lives would support the growth of many more. The soil could absorb the nutrients in her body, and erode her flesh to create blooms of all kinds.

It sounds nice. She doesn't care for it, but it sounds nice.

"You have such a beautiful way of thinking." Orin compliments, referring to Tav's earlier statement of wanting to be buried under a bed of flowers.

"You always go on about beauty and style. I doubt Bhaal cares." Tav tells her, leaning back on her chair. She hears Scleritas shuffling in the background now—wanting to help clean up the mess, but also wanting to stay away from Orin.

Tav sits up, sucking the blood off her finger. This method was messy, too. She feels bad about making Scleritas clean up so much. They could probably leave the corpse here for the watch to find. She clicks her tongue. "All of this was unnecessary. I don't understand why you enjoy it so."

"Did you not feel the joy in presenting father a work of art? Was there no beauty in the way that his flesh ripped, in the recognition people will have when they realize this was in Bhaal's name?" Orin asks.

"I think he is a quantity over quality gentleman, myself." Tav replies, shrugging. Then, she snaps her fingers. "Fel, come. We're leaving."

"Ah, yes, of course, my Dark Lady." He says, clasping his hands and shuffling after her.

Orin looks at the gremlin and scoffs. "You still keep around the little one? Oh, I cannot wait until my thumbs are pressed against his irises before I feel them cave into the pressure of my nails and—"

"Goodbye, Orin," Tav interrupts, even as her servant grimaces at the other Bhaalspawn. "I would say it's a pleasure, but neither of us killed each other, so I doubt you're having much fun."

Tav wonders if she should kill Orin. Bhaalspawn were rare these days, and she doubted he would be pleased with her if she drove them to extinction—

But then, whenever she thinks about it, she feels her cursed blood boil in excitement. She thinks of slitting Orin's throat with her own dagger, or strangling her and seeing nothing but the whites of her eyes—would they turn colour, or would they remain white irises and pupils—

"I hope you never lose to her, Master." Scleritas mutters. "I would be very sad if you did."

Tav blinks, because there's that again. The idea of her life having more value than her death.

Is it life that gives death value? She always felt like it was the other way around, and she had no reason to change her thought process now.

Still, Fel wouldn't want her to think that, either. So she playfully tips his hat over his eyes, and he stumbles backwards as she keeps walking.

It isn't as though he truly cares. The only reason he wants her alive is so he also stays alive, and she knows this. Whatever his reasons, she's grown rather fond of him. 

"I don't plan on killing you yet, Fel. So unfortunately, it looks like I'm stuck in this mortal coil." She teases, hands behind her back. "Anyways, there are plans that I can't give up yet. Have you told Envy that I'm seeing him today?"

"Yes, my lady. He will be expecting you this evening," he explains, bowing.

"Good. He has excellent music." Tav muses. Scleritas disappears.

She walks back into the city, noisy and bustling with blurred faces that rush by her. The death they're about to discover will hardly shake one person, much less the city. She wishes for a silent city, most of the time. That was why she started all this.

But some part of her has grown a little fond of the noise, too.

[wufflesvetinari]

BLESS!!!

[ohsayaka]

(tags by murderkids and t4tronpa)

[rosabienfuerte]

doodle inspired by@murderkids' tags on @deathsofglitter's art

# liposuction of the brain: su-su-sucking all the fat right out # all the lipids and triglycerides # all the glutinous gelatinous fluff # black and brown and red oh my you're a color gradient within yourself # four eyes dream of monsters that you # made in your own (sort of) head

[gildedmuse]

Okay, I feel like this blog has fulfilled so many hopesi had for it. Turning people onto ZoLaw, getting people to admit that Mihawk is into Zoro, making people see how hot Zoro x Ace would be. All important goals.

But from here on in I have a new one.

Let's get Kid x Killer's official ship name to be Pirate Husbands.

Come on, stare deep into your soul.

It just feels right.

[amber-gimlet]

„Im the One“ was my favorite RWBY song since the start and there‘s no way we‘re not gonna have at least one duel between the murderkids after they’ve been consistently framed as being in the light and dark respectively during their talking scenes

And those scenes had soft piano leitmotif of „Im the One“ it’s clearly their song so...!

[aldasart]

Is there a favorite moment you've had in D&D that you wanna share?

!!!! SO MANY TBH

Vrey's campaign went on a while and had so many amazing moments, too many to count, so I'll go with the murderkids;

So it's a battle royale and only one person can live. Everyone is fighting to survive, there's a gun involved, Simon & Gale (the boyfriends basically) are having a Moment.

P2 (a player character, very goofy UNTIL NOW) has just lost his best friends and is in a State. Walks in with a *nail gun*, obliterates Renee, kills Gale I think, basically TPKs it! Goofball joke character wins the game!

For being the winner, he gets One Wish, anything he wants. He managed to get the ONLY possible good ending, where he brings everyone back and un-crazies Jazmine. He's the ONLY character that would have taken the selfless choice and let everyone win, and he did it after killing like half the cast! it was SUCH a moment. Thanks to that I wanna do another one shot with the same cast!

[parricidepodcast]

How many psychologists does it take to change a lightbulb? 

[luimnigh]

Elm and Vine vs Emerald and Mercury

Elm and Vine. 

Look, I love the murderkids, but Mercury is stagnating in his abilities, and Emerald struggles to create images for more than one person. Elm and Vine meanwhile work together well as a team and have a good mix of firepower and agility.  The fact that there’s two of them defeats Emerald’s semblance, which is the murderkids’ biggest advantage.