hi i miss u guys i will be here soon

im at the ren faire and theres a renaissance michael myers HELP ME

i need people to be obsessed with michael NOWWWW

michael’s masochism is at insanely high levels, which makes it great that he cant die in dbd because he wants all the brutalities possible lol

For most, the sight and thought of this would be terrifying, disgusting even. It's a bite that hurts more than the bite of a large dog-- except this doesn't anger him the way a dog would. No, he likes it greatly, and were he the vocal type there would certainly be a sound of pleasure leaving him. Instead, he only stiffens up a bit, baby blue and pale white watching through the dark holes of his mask.

A rare sight of affection and responsiveness, Michael reaches out to the back of the Pyramid's neck, seemingly pulling him in closer, thumb stroking skin there.

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michael wants to be bit hard enough he bleeds a lot

No need to ask him twice.

Fangs of iron sink deep and quick into Michael's arm, a deep purr sounds from the helm as blood hits his tongue. That's all he does though, no jerking his head or biting down harder.

He doesn't want to hurt his shadow too much...

i dont want to do anything but michael wants to do so much rn

nothin just thinkin of this extremely hot 6’9 masked killer stalking survivors

Michael knows he is not the only one of his kind. A murderer, cold hearted and sadistic, caring only for his own interests and pleasure. There are hundreds like him-- there have been since the dawn of time and there will be long after he dies. But he does not consider himself the same as them all, and he does not care about making connections with any of them. Bonding, learning. He has no desire for anything like that. Even when he was little, he never played with the other kids or tried to make friends. Companionship is for the weak and for the sentimental, he thinks. It's why after escaping from Smith's Grove days ago, he has not tried to seek out help and instead has just gone his own way. He's found no issue with it-- though the bullet holes left behind by the two cops he ran into still ache and bleed.

The streets are quiet as Michael walks through them, finding the next home for him to break into and rest for the night. He does not expect to run into anyone or be disrupted during this time, so when he hears what sounds like a fight happening nearby, he is confused but like a cat, he is also intrigued. He could keep walking and never think about this ever again, but when he hears something similar to a yell, he can't help but approach. His boots are deathly quiet as he walks to the entry of the alleyway, masked eyes catching sight of what is happening. It's dark but not dark enough for him to miss out on the blood and death. Something he is extremely familiar with. Except he's usually the one causing it, not being a bystander of it.

His head tilts as the dying man happens to briefly look at him, long enough to reach a shaky arm out as if Michael would try to help him. That's not the case at all. He doesn't run away either, the way a normal person would. They'd try to get away to call the cops or just stand there in shock and horror, but he stands there in interest and awe, because this is the first time he has seen a murder being committed by hands that are not his own. Fascinating. If he was the one killing the man, he would have likely gone about it the same way. Knives are his preferred method after all.

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Corinthian prefers making his kills somewhere a little more private. Seducing willing victims back to a motel room or their own place. Bathroom stalls and back alleys do in a pinch, but they can get messy. What with possible witnesses and no easy way to hide a body.

But sometimes, a gorgeous pair of eyes are just too good to pass up on. And their owners get spooked. Too weary to follow a stranger home.

Hence why he has this prettly little thing pinned to a wall in the back alley of a local restaurant.

Those icy blue eyes stare up at him with lust and trepidation. Quickly twisted into betrayal and mounting horror when the mortal realises this isn't just some back alley hookup. The sharp, cutting steel of his blade caresses his victims throat as the Corinthian lurches over him like a starving wolf. His sultry smile taking on a sharpness that is fare more sinister.

"What do you want-- money?? My wallet is in my pocket, please, take it-!" Futile attempts to beg for his life fall on disinterested ears. A low chuckle of dark intent rumbling within the Corinthian's auxilary throats as those concealed maws begin to drool with anticipation over their next meal.

"Oh, I don't want your money, doll."

The Nightmare looms closer. The mortals eyes widen with utter terror as they catch a glimpse of gnashing teeth beyond the depths of his shades.

"What are-!?" Shaky words are cut short by the sweeping embrace of Corinthian's blade across the young man's neck. Crimson billowing forth to cascade down his shirt whilst any further attempts to speak get stuck in his slit throat.

"That's it, baby. Die nice and quick for me." The monster muses as the human hopelessly clutches at their throat- then the Nightmare's lapels. Grasping, choking, trying with desperation to fight off the monster that has him pinned.

But his attempts don't seem to phase the Nightmare in the slightest. A golden hand viciously grips the dying man's jaw. Forcing his victim's eyes to meet his own so that the Corinthian can witness every frantic emotion that flashes through them.

So caught up in his ritualistic killing, the Nightmare is too preoccupied to pay attention to the world around it.

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN in The Last Man (2019)

i will write soon i promise, mikey is sooooooooooo heavy on the brain..................

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood (kate)

For the Boogeyman, lifting up survivors is an extremely easy feat. Doesn't matter what size they are. He's unnaturally strong, with or without the influence of the Entity. He doesn't even break a sweat when it comes to picking up some of the heavier survivors and he wouldn't break a sweat either if they were out there in the real world. Especially not when it comes to this girl-- small, yes, but still feisty. He takes note of her bleeding knees and elbows, notes the bruising on her ankles from him yanking her back through a window. It could be worse. Her ankles could be broken.

The smallest of exhales leaves beneath his mask as he lifts the blonde girl up, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She weighs nothing to him, and though she wiggles and kicks and tries her hardest to break out of his grip, he doesn't let her. It's only when he's about to toss her onto one of the rusty hooks that he staggers, caught off guard by the bite on his hand, one hard enough to break through skin and draw blood. It makes Michael drop her to the ground, the pain shooting throughout his entire body. It almost feels like she bit his finger off. He watches as she runs off, not chasing after her. Not yet at least. He wants her to feel safe again so he can yank her from that safety yet again. She's not getting out of this trial alive.

"It was just a dream" — Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith

sender kills someone to protect receiver. / okay, but …. eddie, killing the other patients ….. u know what i’m talking about

Michael is not someone who needs protection. It's true he's younger than most of the other patients here, but he is also bigger than most and more coherent. He is lucky to not have been here long enough for the staff to begin messing with his mind, and before this, Smith's Grove was a relatively normal facility. So he knows how to think for himself, how to defend himself, knows how to stay aware. Still, he is not the biggest or the strongest here and though he does not interact with anybody besides Eddie, he draws attention to himself. He has heard others (including Eddie, time after time) compliment his appearance, whistle at him like a dog. He doesn't care for their comments-- he only cares when they decide to get physical with him.

Michael is minding his business, pondering how to get out of this place so he can return back home, when three patients decide to approach him. He ignores them at first, but they don't leave him alone. They begin to grab at him and say all sorts of filthy things. Of course he doesn't hesitate to shove one of them back, slamming him so hard against the nearest wall it makes his head smack with enough force to get him to instantly start seizing. The other two manage to grab him though, after shoving a needle with something into his neck. He's unsure what they just injected him with, but he immediately starts feeling drowsy and lightheaded. He is prepared to keep fighting until he no longer can, but then Eddie bursts into the room. The drug works extremely fast and he's too out of it to realize what is fully happening, but he can hear the screams of the two patients, the sound of bones crunching and skin being torn by a knife. The two bodies drop to the floor like sacks of potatoes, stiff and lifeless. Well, one of them still has some life in him. Michael wonders if Eddie plans to keep him around.

Though no words are said (even if he was one to speak, he would be unable to do with the drugs hitting him hard), it is clear he is grateful and in debt to Eddie. He reaches out to grab the other man's arm, squeezing it in silent thanks.

btw yes i am starting to write a bit more but i am still going to be extremely slow, pls be patient w me, i am available for discord chatting more often than not tho so if you wanna chat abt ic stuff on discord pls lmk <3

" you're bleeding. " // From Lucy!!

Bleeding is not an unusual thing in the Wasteland. Nearly every moment out here is spent bleeding. Either because of an injury or something as simple as your skin drying out and cracking. Radiation takes a toll on everything on a human body, both internally and externally. Michael is lucky to still have all his teeth and decently white and straight, and sure he may be littered in scars and missing an eye but he looks much better than the average Wastelander. It's why Moldaver chose him to play the role of Lucy's husband. Not to mention he's better spoken than the other Raiders in her command. It's likely because he rarely speaks. He has spoken more to Lucy in these past couple of days than he has in years to anybody else.

"It's fine." For such a massive man, his voice is soft, barely there. His stomach is bleeding from a bullet shot given to him by a raider they ran into. One that tried to get his grimy hands on Lucy again. Michael wouldn't have gotten injured if it hadn't been an ambush-- three other raiders had popped out like radroaches. He took care of them but not without sustaining an injury of his own. He's had worse. He glances at her, though he is unable to maintain eye contact with her for more than a couple seconds. "Are you okay?"

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

It is not the first time the Boogeyman has tossed Dwight up onto a hook, and it won't be the last. Sure, he mostly sticks to stabbing the survivors to death, finding no satisfaction using the hooks provided by the Entity, but sometimes he has to play her game a bit more obediently and has to use the hooks. Not without first terrorizing the survivor by stalking him and making him bleed and ache, of course. But now the trial is coming to an end and Dwight is the last remaining survivor. They're in one of the rooms in his home on Haddonfield, blood dripping to the floor as Dwight hangs there, Michael standing right in front of him, watching motionlessly. He tilts his head in curiosity and slight amusement when the blood is spat at him. Perhaps it's Dwight's attempt to get a reaction out of Michael, but it doesn't work. He simply tilts his head again. Watching him die is proving to be extremely amusing.

fallout michael is either a vaultie or he's a raider, depending who i'm writing with lol