The Tower (2018 Micheal Myers X Fem Reader)

The tower (2018 micheal myers x fem reader)

Trigger warning: death, blood, angst

He stood there slightly shaking as the moonlight poured in from the window illuminating Micheals’s mask, body, and the knife he was holding onto for dear life, his mind raced as though that seemed like they weren’t his own filled his mind, and ears. He wasn’t Micheal anymore, he was the shape.

He watched as his lover realized what was happening and he watched as the fear dripped its ways into her eyes as she backed up away from him her body slightly shaking as she watched him

“ Micheal please, calm down, I didn’t mean to do whatever I did to make you so upset with me” she spoke out but he couldn’t hear her words as the voices inside of his head drowned them out, they had full control over him and he listened when they said to go closer, to hold the knife tighter. Her words meant nothing to him in this state.

He stepped closer and closer to her as she panicked and tried to walk out of the room, he knew that she hoped that he would leave her alone for now, be Micheal didn’t care

He strode dangerously fast to her and she tried to pick up the pace but to no avail as he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall behind them, his hand gripped tightly at her throat as she tried out and looked to him with pleading eyes

“Micheal please stop! You’re hurting m!” She cried out, he glared daggers at her as he picked his knife up above his head,

“ please Micheal whatever I did I’m sorry” she cried out as tear started to form in her eyes, Micheal took one last good look at her and he took in every small detail, the way her eyes gleamed with tears and fear, how she shook and gasped for air under his hand, the way she pulled at his hands in an attempt to get him to release her, but he didn’t listen, he couldn’t listen to her when he was to busy listening to the voices, the ones that told him to hurt her, the ones who told him to make her suffer, and he gave in to them, and let them take the lead as he didn’t care anymore, nothing mattered to him at this point other than the goal to satisfy the voices. No amount of his self-control could stop him, not anymore, he was long past that point.

He brought the knife up and her eyes widened with fear as he struck her with the knife, he used all the force he could muster and plunged it deep in her abdomen multiple times as she cried out and gasped for air, he grabbed her throat harder and sung her back tossing her to the floor with no care, like she was nothing.

She was nothing to him when he was the shape when he wasn’t there and the urge to kill was strong. He gave in to his urge and the voices, as he glared over at her from his shoulder

She laid there trying to crawl away as tears dripped down her face and dark blood poured out from her wounds. She wasn’t his lover anyone, she was another victim, another nameless victim added onto his ever-growing list of his. He didn’t see her as anything more at this point and state of mind

Micheal walked out the door silently as she cried there, helpless and no hope left in her, he walked and he couldn’t hear her anymore as he continued, he walked aimlessly and he went for hours, covered in blood, he stalked the streets until another poor unfortunate soul has the misfortune to cross his path, he took care of them the same way, leave them to die on the street without a second thought, the sounds of the voices filled his head with only the passing of time to drown them out. As he started to walk back home and calm down from his rage, it finally dawned on him, as his eyes widened

the weight of his actions started to dawn on him, as his heart started to pick up in pace, Micheal walked faster than ever before in a rush to get home, hoping that he wasn’t too late, hoping that he still had time to save her, or at least to spend her last moments with her, but as his home came into view and the sounds of the night took over his hope started to fade away

It faded even more as he pushed the door open, he didn’t bother to close it OK his way out. Micheal sucked in a breath and his body tensed as he crept back into the main room of the house

And his heart dropped when he laid eyes on her, she laid face down and curled up in a pool of her own blood, the moonlight bounced off of it making the blood look like it was filled with brilliant diamonds. She had her phone in hand with the emergency number ready to be dialed, but His heart sank as he got closer and realized she wasn’t moving he stood over her body and look down at her

Numb and cold, like how she was now. He didn’t make it in time, he was too late. He felt himself drift away as he turned her body over and made her face up. Now be really felt like the shape, he felt like the monster querying feared him to be, he was cold, empty, and numb. He neared next to her body, his knees popping as he laid down next to her, and he thought about the night before, when she was still warm and her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, he turned his head and looked at her, she was cold and still, he grabbed her cold free hand and intertwined it with his own aged and scared ones. He doomed himself to be alone, and maybe it was best that way, so more people he claimed to care about didn’t end up the same way she did, alone and cold and both of their worlds ended and crashing down around them, all because of him.

SAVE A GIRLS SERVICE DOG

(The gif is just a placeholder until I figure out how the hecks to get the photo of makana's dog out of the gofundme, cause if you don't have photos it's not eye-catching and thats. Very counterintuitive.)

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idontneedsleep671

1 year ago

i just realized that tumblr allows multiple audio files in a row and they autoplay consecutively on mobile

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idontneedsleep671

3 years ago

I don't know who I am...

Camilo Madrigal x reader

Warnings⚠️ some angst, sad Camilo, but don't worry it's fluff at the end 🧡

Camilo stared at himself, his hazel eyes darting across his face. His nose, his mouth, his hair, and yet he still couldn't see it. He couldn't see Camilo.

That scared him, it scared him that he changed so often, pretending to be others in his everyday life that he didn't even know who he was anymore... Who Camilo was.

The more he looked at himself the more he hated what he saw, but he couldn't figure out why. Did he not like his nose? Eyes? His height? He didn't have a small cute button nose like his sister, he didn't have big curious eyes like his brother, he wasn't strong and tall like Luisa, wasn't elegant and graceful like Isabella, he wasn't good at expressing like Maribel.... So what does he have?

Tears started to fill his eyes, his nose slightly scrunched, eyebrows tweaked up, and his bottom lip taken between his teeth to stop it from quivering.

He was always someone else, every day for everything... He shifted to be taller when helping around the house and doing chores, he shifted into his sister for seconds when eating, he even shifted when babysitting the children in the village, he was always someone else.

He was a copycat... A doppelganger... What's the use of getting a gift as special as you when you weren't special at all, just a copy of someone else.

Tears started to fall down his cheeks, falling faster and faster. He desperately tried to keep his breathing steady, vision going blurry as he tried not to blink, as he knew that would only make the tears fall faster and he was still hoping they would just go away. The more he stared into the mirror the more he had to fight the urge to smash it.

Copycat

Doppelganger

Copy

Shadow

Shifter

His shoulders began to shake, putting his head down, fingers tapping feverishly on his dresser telling himself not to cry, but it was fruitless and his whimpers and soft cries left him.

He fell to his knees head in his hands as he asked himself 'who is Camilo' over and over and

Over

And

Over

And

Over

"Camilo?" Camilo's head shot up from his hands, oh no it was you his amor, he couldn't let you see him like this. He hastily turned away from you frantically wiping the tears from his face and eyes, but the more he wiped them away more came falling. His breath hurrying in frustration, only to stop when he felt your hand placed gently on his shoulder, he flinched hands shaking as he looked anywhere and everywhere but to you and your eyes, he couldn't look at you, he couldn't see your face of pity as you gazed down at him.

He could feel you kneel next to him and try to pull his shoulders to slowly turn him to face you, he took a deep shaky breath before turning to you giving you a broken smile, but as soon as the corners of his lips lifted he couldn't hold it and it dropped back into a quivering frown.

"ay, mi pobre amor" you whispered as you pulled him into you, you rubbed his shoulders as you helps him stand walking him towards his bed, getting him to lay down with you. You pulled him in and he snuggled into your neck, as you began to run your fingers through his thick curls. He let out a shaky hum of appreciation, closing his eyes. You kissed his forehead, pausing your hand running through his hair to brush some almost dried tears off his freckled cheeks giving him a small boop on his nose causing him to giggle.

"You are you, Camilo amor you are mi corazón, my one and only, my prankster with a heart and soul of gold. I see you, and I love you." You mumble the last part kissing his forehead, he smiled, a real smile. One that lit up your life every time you saw it without fail. You helped him turn over as you brought him impossibly closer to you, Camilo smiled he loved being the little spoon more they he let on.

And now he knows that even if he sometimes doesn't know who he is, he has you to remind him.

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idontneedsleep671

3 years ago

Requested by @bittersweetiepie

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idontneedsleep671

1 year ago

Doggy parenting

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idontneedsleep671

3 years ago

I've been feeling down lately and all I've been thinking about is getting a comforting hug from either of my husbands 🥺, sooooo I drew some slashers based on this meme 👀👀❤️