#m4ssacres

[savagecuhnt]

@m4ssacres asked:

[ NECK ] for receiver's muse to arouse sender by kissing, licking and/or biting their neck and throat / from Joey

Could it be the scent of 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 that lingered in the air, or maybe it was the 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘 she could sense from the darkened aura that enveloped him like a static storm cloud . . . perhaps it was knowing there was a shiny, sharp blade hidden beneath the dark layers that covered his inked body, that excited her so VERY. . . very much.

" The ITSY bitsy spider went up the water spout . . . " she sang as clawed fingertips ventured across inked skin, up the side of his neck and into his hair. Plush pink lips press to his ear. " Down came the rain and washed the spider out . . . " a trail of soft kisses are spread across the smooth skin of his neck. one. two. three. FOUR. She tugs gently, sucking his skin between her teeth, humming the rest of the nursery rhyme as she continues to tease.

[moonstalk]

“You wanna play trick r treat? Betcha can’t guess which one you’ll get..” from Morgue for Elena

with the taunt ringing in her ears, elena can’t help but feel a strange kind of inevitability. the phrase trick r’ treat from the masked killer leaves a sour taste. and while this predator might be waiting for a reaction, a flicker of fear or desperation, elena can't offer one.

elena shifts her grip on the plank she’s managed to pull loose from the decaying remains of the trial grounds. the wood feels rough, solid, yet flimsy enough that it’s more a last-ditch defense than a weapon. the masked figure looms in front of her, shorter than herself but somehow still exuding a presence. there’s an almost playful tilt to the killer's stance, an eagerness behind the mask. to her, maybe this is just a game. a twisted, violent play for the thrill of control. to elena, it’s just the next inevitable step toward her end. trick or treat, she thinks darkly. either way, the outcome seems the same.

so instead of words, elena just stares back, her gaze steely, unwavering. she tightens her jaw, hands steady despite the thudding in her chest. a flicker of motion in her periphery tells her the chase isn’t over yet—not by a long shot.

@m4ssacres

[evilstalks]

Morgan watches him closely, admires the quiet way he examines the wear and tear of his mask. There’s something about his silence that tugs at the strings of her curiosity. She leans forward, cants her head as blue eyes stare back at him, “Michael.” She says his name soft, like a prayer, like a sin. Her hand reaches out to beckon him closer, a come hither with a taloned finger, “d’you want me t’fix that for you, baby?” She waits for his arrival, runs the pads of fingers over the cracks in his mask. “You gotta ask nicely, baby boy. I know you can do it for me.”

Morgan is lucky he likes her-- or else she would not be leaving here alive after having witnessed his unmasked face. He was not expecting company, but perhaps he should know better by now: she has stuck to him in a strange way. It is something he is not used to, and at first he was irritated, but he has become more accustomed to it now. Dr. Loomis would lose his mind if he saw this now-- Michael, the face of evil himself, socializing in his own strange way. Sitting in peace, turning his frayed mask side to side. The rips on the cheek of it have irritated him now because they expose his skin underneath now and he doesn't want that to be seen by any survivors or any of the other killers. He doesn't like asking for help or accepting it, but he can't fix it up on his own, and he has seen the work she does with a needle and thread.

A baby blue and pale, scarred over white look directly at her, meeting her gaze without wavering. She knows he won't speak-- he never has and won't, at least not with actual words. He looks down at her with an unreadable expression, though there's a shift in his stare-- he almost seems embarrassed, although strangely pleased with the nickname being given to him. He raises a hand, hesitating for a moment before he signs just one word: please.

[nyoomers]

i hate elon muskrat so um hi !

i'm kay and i'm a twitter refugee because of elon's fuck up once again which led me to decide to move onto tumblr.

my interests include games such as arknights, osu, genshin ( i barely play the game now ), warframe and a lot more though i'm not very invested in them. i also like youtubers such as markiplier and wendigoon just to name some :]

i hope to meet a lot more artists and maybe even make some new friends here on tumblr ^_^

[sofy-tofy]

Rule of Rose Jennifer headcanons?

How I did not saw this?!? Ok here are some:

-autistic;

-an atheist, due... the stray dog m4ssacre;

-very prvt around her live before the orphanage;

-writer (Rule of Rose is her memoir);

-live a nice normal life with a gf (my oc Phoebe) (im sure this is not really and hdcn but im gonna include it due she deserve happiness XD);

-she never got a dog after Brown, refuse totally to have any kind of "substitute";

-she is very tall (1,80 cm), id like to imagine the game adult characters height is her "remembering bad" due she was scared of those people as a child;

-monthly she visit "bucket knight", aka her psychiatrist;

There is more but ill leave it for another day!

[zoumbitch]

" you know what i'd like ? really like ? " — 𖤐 joey ( @m4ssacres )

jennifer could feel her lips stretch into a sly grin. of course , she assumed she knew. the desires of those who approached her tend to make themselves apparent in their comportment. it was the deets that really solidified her assumptions , the tone of voice down to the posture.

though she couldn’t get cocky now. best to play it safe.

the woman tilted her head slightly to the right, eyes wide as they gazed up at joey. “a sharpie to doodle on yourself with?” jen joked , feigning naïveté as her manicured fingernails traced the ink set under the skin of his arm. “i think you may be running out of room there.”

[cl0wnbones]

When people think Tumblr got me into sh but it was actually that scene in The Texas Chainsaw M4ssacre where they talk about now hard it must be and how it must take something in you to be able to

[morbidfm]

morgan can now be found at @m4ssacres

[freedomalready]

defeating hmas isnt the goal.

the goal is to m4ssacre the civilians in gaza.

“the best recruiter for hmas is i*rael”

[monika-pi]

#Repost @pragmatismopolitico with @let.repost • • • • • • Em mensagem publicada instantes antes do m4ssacre na creche, o assass1no afirmou que o ataque seria coordenado por um policial e agradeceu. Nas redes sociais, o autor do atentado reverenciava Jair Bolsonaro e Olavo de Carvalho e se mostrava um entusiasta do armamento (íntegra nos #stories) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cqrk9CVuhJO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cold--carnage]

our sideblogs are as follows, since we'll be individually posting on them as we always have

@s4lt-n-bvrn

@p4rty-k1ller

@s0ft-c1rcu1ts

@m3rciful-m4ssacre

@ang3l-p4ws

I updated this in the pinned post, but we as a system will from now on using this page as a shrine in Sebastian's memory, since it looks like this last hit did him in for good, or at least for a very, very long time. we'll be posting things we know he loved, things he made, things that remind us of him.

we're very sorry to everyone who knew Sebastian, and we hope you can become friends with us, his headmates.

right now we're just grieving and trying to cope with this whole situation. thank you to everyone who has been supporting us through this. <3

- D. Winchester

[moonstalk]

— what are you the patron saint of ?

JASON — patron saint of silence

you are the patron saint of empty spaces, cavernous rooms, moments that last for days. for some people, the emptiness is horrible, something that they need to fill: you, its patron, try to search within it for peace. there is nothing there. there is never anything there. even the emptiness is not a presence of its own. the only thing there is you.

ELENA — patron saint of horror

you're the patron saint of the dawning moment of realization. the patron saint of comprehension, maybe. the patron saint of understanding. the patron saint of knowing exactly what's going to happen. of seeing clearly. of not being able to look away.

EILRUANA — patron saint of lost faith

patron saint of leaving it by the roadside. patron saint of it slipping out of your fingers. patron saint of searching and searching. patron saint of yearning for it back. patron saint of scraping your fingers down to the bone trying to hold onto it. patron saint of losing it anyway. saint of lost faith. not the saint of getting it back.

IREENA — patron saint of bones

patron saint of frameworks. of structures. of solidity. patron saint of things that break. patron saint of things that are left behind. the bones survive long after the body, the building: what is there left for them, when the rest has gone? what do bones do, with nothing to hold around them? who holds the bones?

tagged by: my beloved @telndas tagging: @fadedpath / @lrdvyke / @guacamolloy, @lncarnon / @nghtshroud, @spellheld / @ownward, @betraal / @dovzul, @k4rlsson / @m4ssacres, @evilstalks and you 🫵 reading this

[freedomalready]

there’s no way i just came across a writer referencing a book called “Defending Christian Z!onism” —they’ll say anything to distract people from the mass graves and m4ssacred children. is this your “holy land”?

[monika-pi]

#Repost @pragmatismopolitico with @let.repost • • • • • • Em mensagem publicada instantes antes do m4ssacre na creche, o assass1no afirmou que o ataque seria coordenado por um policial e agradeceu. Nas redes sociais, o autor do atentado reverenciava Jair Bolsonaro e Olavo de Carvalho e se mostrava um entusiasta do armamento (íntegra nos #stories) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqrjByzuoeY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[monika-pi]

#Repost @pragmatismopolitico with @let.repost • • • • • • Em mensagem publicada instantes antes do m4ssacre na creche, o assass1no afirmou que o ataque seria coordenado por um policial e agradeceu. Nas redes sociais, o autor do atentado reverenciava Jair Bolsonaro e Olavo de Carvalho e se mostrava um entusiasta do armamento (íntegra nos #stories) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqrigLuumqc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rainyblueshroom]

@m4ssacres

Had a dream where I went to tf2 world and the scout saw my sh scars and called me a fruit ninja champ