#murderfest

For all her faults, Benny’d never had a problem figuring out who she could trust. The list was limited to three names; Vulpes, Caesar and herself. And Rex, but that was a given. The point was, trust didn’t come easily to her, especially when it came to The Other Benny, the asshole who shot her in the head and who she’d hatefucked at least once, so when he sent her a message saying ‘meet me here, dollface’ she was tempted, oh so tempted to ask if she could take a Contubernia of veteran Legionaires to watch her back while she stomped the bastard’s head in, but she didn’t.And she didn’t check the handwriting with what she knew of-Well. She made a mistake. And her mistake bubbled up through her throat, her guts spilling out onto the floor as the machete clattered down alongside them, Boone rubbing his hands off on his pants to get rid of the bloodsplatter.“Normally, I’d do this at range. But this was personal.” He said, voice low, glasses off. He stared her in the eyes as she died and she had to wonder if he was going to sleep alright, knowing that the last link, the last chance he had of finding his wife, was dead. 

The prize is also MP! Who doesn’t love MP?

I’ll be tagging it murderfest, so feel free to blacklist xoxox

honestly, any antique plant holders or mirrors! maybe statues or knick-knacks im interested in? i cant wait for the chance to decorate my own room :’) !!

“Your’re doing such a good job.” The hand on his cheek is new. Niva leans into it, nose pressed against a warm palm, breathing in. It’s almost enough to dull the ache of his arms, to wash the blood from his hands. strip the bones, little one. Leave none of the flesh behind.Does he eat it? He doesn’t feed Niva, never had to, and the ache where the strap was pressed down over his eyes is almost gone, if not the faint scars left behind. He’d struggled, of course he had, but like now, with the palm pressed against his face and the warmth of his skin, there was that element of any attention is good attention. The knife is so sharp he doesn’t even feel it, blood spilling down the front of his shirt in a thick wave. He gasps, or at least tries so, but his windpipe is severed and all that comes out is a sickly gurgle, the boiling water hissing as it pours from the hose overhead, scalding his skin even as he drowns in his own blood.“Such a good boy. Die quietly, now.” The Old One says, and the screaming in his ears quietens to a dull roar as the pain receptors under his skin overload about the same time as he runs out of blood.

Ran into an #Angel today on the bus #localartist keeps me #educated on classic #latinmusic had a funny 😂 chat about #murderfest aka "kill a bunch of pigs bc humans are gross" festival #pigspiss lol #angelonmyshoulder #veganaf #friendsarefamily (at City of Bethlehem)

Murderfest #tonykoehl #sketchthesoul #leatherwork #lifesjourney #modified #lovethisshit #murderfest #metal #lametalcommunity #keeping metal alive #setup #liveart #hardworkingpeople #happytobehere #lametal #minimurderfest2016 (at Complex)