you can’t kill the BOOGEYMAN.
indie & selective michael myers from halloween / penned by jay est. april 1st, 2018.

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you can’t kill the BOOGEYMAN.
indie & selective michael myers from halloween / penned by jay est. april 1st, 2018.

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you can’t kill the BOOGEYMAN.
indie & selective michael myers from halloween / penned by jay est. april 1st, 2018.
you can’t kill the BOOGEYMAN.
indie & selective michael myers from halloween / penned by jay est. april 1st, 2018.
so because almost immediately after I went on indefinite hiatus i got a spark of muse, i’ve decided to just move blogs entirely and get a fresh start. blog is under the same url & will be low activity if you so wish to continue following.
hansom mike wazowski

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CHARACTER TRUTHS.
tagged by : @seeksghosts ( thank you! )
tagging : anyone who would like to do this !
bold – always ⁄ often | italic – sometimes.
001. smoking: the action or habit of inhaling & exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug.
002. binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time.
003. drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs.
004. nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety / tension.
005. lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety / tension.
006. night owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night.
007. early bird: a person who rises , arrives , or acts before the usual or expected time.
008. negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism & pessimism.
009. positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism & confidence.
010. swearing: the use of offensive language.
011. superstitious: an irrational belief that an object , action , or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome.
012. inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom.
013. scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty.
014. foot & finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress / impatience.
015. nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit.
016. flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention.
017. twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation.
018. cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness.
019. hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence.
020. finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority.
021. hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness.
022. hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust / reluctance.
023. frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth / familiarity.
024. throat – clearing: a common body language sign of rejection / doubt.
025. jaw – clenching: a common body language sign of hostility.
026. eye – rolling: a common body language sign of irritation.
027. head – tilt: a common body language sign of interest.
028. whistling: to emit high – pitched sound by forcing breakthrough a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune.
029. humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune.
030. perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection.
031. photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail.
032. paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution , unwarranted jealousy , or exaggerated self – importance, typically worked into an organized system.
033. exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is.
034. intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.
035. quick – witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly & effectively.
036. interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements.
037. doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absentmindedly.
038. irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed.
039. gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet.
040. travel – sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle , boat , or aircraft.
041. sensitive: having or displaying a quick & delicate appreciation of others’ feelings.
042. melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
043. chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavored gum which is not intended for swallowing.
044. fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands & feet, through nervousness or impatience.
045. skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations.
046. neat – freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness.
047. gossiping: divulging personal information about others.
048. prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct.
049. abbreviating: giving others nicknames / shortening names / giving pet names.
050. having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.
@sabotajuu / prompt : 38. crack my muse’s head against a wall.
he’d put up a GOOD FIGHT ( he always did ), but even with his best efforts, they weren’t enough ------------ not against HIM.
the saboteur had built a reputation with him. always one to use his surroundings to his advantage, to use basic items as leverage in a fight against seemingly UNSTOPPABLE force that was the shape. always one step ahead of silent stalker when USUALLY it was the other way around ( and it often were when it came to the rest of them ). never one to enjoy the tradition of RUNNING AWAY from danger, but rather preferring to face it head on. he was a challenge unlike most, a survivalist -- as raw and savage as the rest of those whom played the role of a killer in this realm. how unfortunate that they weren’t on the same side.
breathing laboured ( the taste of copper against his tongue // the SCENT of it flooding space within mask ), body is SORE from survivor’s brutal attempts to fight back ( blood that was BOOGEYMAN’S own stained navy coveralls -- crimson appearing as a SHIMMERING BLACK under false moonlight ), and if one were to peek beneath clothing, surely would pale skin be discoloured by sickly bruises and adorned with JAGGED CUTS ( jagged stab wounds ); a showcasing of his fight for LIFE and freedom from the realm they currently occupied ------ a display of aggression that rivaled shape’s own towards him. was it all for nothing? no. not necessarily ( he’d nearly escaped! the whistling of hatch door taunting saboteur in the distance a sign of that enough ) -- but it wasn’t enough to secure his safety this time.
always one step ahead of silent stalker, ------------ not this time.
callused palm held survivor’s shoulder, forearm wrapped around his neck like a vise ( keeping him pinned against his person ); threatening to CRUSH the bone and airway that lie beneath the surface of skin ( to tear the muscle from its place should HE make one false move ). gunmetal shards, cloaked by the shadows cast by false eye sockets, peer out before them -- THE BOOGEYMAN’S expression as emotionless and blank as the stark-white visage he adorned to hide true identity. there was a feeling of CONFLICTION for him: a part of him wishing to show wrath towards survivor’s previous attacks, and a part of him almost feeling pride towards them. to let him go seemed almost FAIR given the fight he’d made ( michael suddenly aware of open hatch once again breaking through the silence like a WHITE NOISE ) ------------------ and yet? the longer he waited to make final move, the louder ( and more persistent ) did voices grow in his head ( silencing even the ENTITY’S own with their uproar ): kill him, kill him, kill him, KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!
it would be so EASY to drive sharpened steel into the flesh of his stomach; tearing it open and letting the entrails SEEP out-- repeating the action until he was a LIFELESS corpse in BOOGEYMAN’S arms.
instead, however, his movements come with a swiftness jake had surely grown accustomed to by now ( for how often they occurred -- the suddenness of them after long pauses of unsettling stillness ); the once-headlock michael had on him exchanged for a harsh grasp on raven locks instead. hand adorned with infamous knife comes up to grab survivor’s shoulder ( the blade held haphazardly in his grasp in return ), and in one HARSH kick does boot-clad foot kick boy’s own out from under him; both hands SHOVING him, FORCING HIM, down to his knees --------------------------- this wasn’t a form of payback. there was no resentment in his next actions. they were simply a means of IMPULSIVENESS. a DESIRE to silence an overactive mind.
there’s no warning as hand forces saboteur’s head against jagged stone, the force not nearly enough to do more than leave him with a headache and some minor cuts; nor is the second time he repeats said action. it’s on the third attempt that the sound of bone connecting with stone breaks through the chattering in shape’s mind, and on the FOURTH that a sticky warmth meets the skin of his fingers as force is increased. momentary pause is given as he gazes downward, eyes catching glimpse of a glimmering RED upon stone’s surface; his head tilting aside as he watches it seep betwixt lithe digits ------ though pause is short lived as prior actions are repeated. again, and again, and again, and AGAIN! until there’s a sudden WARMTH encasing boogeyman’s knee, and a SICKENING CRACK breaking through the uproar in his head ( and bringing forth a much needed SILENCE in its wake )..

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... Careless Whisper? Reminds you of Michael?
i don’t wanna talk about it okay.
MUSE PLAYLIST.
post 3-5 songs that remind you of your muse. rules: repost, don’t reblog.
01. // baby boy - mother mother : baby boy, baby brother - we’re losing you to the gutter. baby boy, baby brother - we’re losing you, is it forever? // the devil, he’s at my door - and i know what he came here for. the kind of fun that i adore - i let him enter to make some more.
02. // the war - syml : here stands a man at the bottom of a hole he’s made - still sweating from the rush, his body tense, his hands they shake - oh this, this is a mad boy. // here stands a man with a bullet in his clenched right hand - but don’t push him son, for he’s got the power to crush these lands - oh here, hear him cry boy.
03. // devil - shinedown : cause it’s about to get heavy, it’s about to be on - yeah, i’m bangin’ slingin’ napalm, so nobody move - ‘cause i was sent to warn you the devil’s in the next room. // yeah the devil’s in the next room - yeah the devil’s in the next room. so nobody move, ‘cause i was sent to warn you the devil’s right beside you.
04. // loophole - heroe : no one cares, no one knows, no one gives a shit // no one cared, no one helped, no one gave a shit // no one felt, no one showed, no one talked to me // no one said, no one called, no one noticed me.
05. // the hunter - adam jensen : don’t forget what you told me - i’m a wolf in sheep’s clothing. // watching, waiting - my prey is praying - there’s no escaping. // my blood's pumping, i go on hunting - the hunter, the hunted.
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happy Easter :)!
david gets a free pass for not saying the c word, but just this once.

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IT’S HARDER THAN YOU THINK. NO USING GOOGLE. EVERY ANSWER MUST START WITH THE FIRST LETTER OF YOUR MUSE’S NAME.
NAME : michael. ANIMAL : mongoose. BOY’S NAME : mark. GIRL’S NAME : mary. COLOR : maroon. MOVIE : mad max. SOMETHING YOU WEAR : mittens. DRINK : margarita. FOOD : mandarins. SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM : mirror. PLACE : mexico. REASON FOR BEING LATE : murder??? lmao.
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THE SCRAPPER, one who’s broken inside, patchwork attempts at fixing the man he is, strip him of everything he has and you’ll be soon to realise money was never an issue due to the person he built himself up to be, you can’t take who he is. and that, at it’s very core is someone who’s far too stubborn, blurred the lines between knowing what defeat is and what’s perceived as a challenge. waiting for every moment that his confidence will allow any advantage when defences are eventually lowered ——— if that ever comes.
he RESPECTS natural strength, those influence by the entity only proved to spark another flame inside, newfound rage, there had to be SOME WAY to dig the roots up, to tear that power away, right? he and death came eye to eye with all days that passed him by, resilient and stubborn personality refuses to allow it to sink in. ’ you’re outclasses, stop trying ‘ repeats itself, voices of the other faces around the campfire, only further dragging out his spleen. struggling to pick himself up, nothing more than A MUTT UNABLE TO COPE with current affairs.
COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS, for you do not know limits, pride being your strongest asset, it is both your staple an your downfall. he’s now back to his feet, preping a swing though he falters, stumbling to the side from dizziness, caused by the prior blows to the head in combinaiton of blood - loss. vision struggling to focus as the shape’s hand swiftly comes in contact with his throat, restricting airflow to snowball the effects with his lack of control, this is when adrenaline shifts from a power source to immediate panic. aggressively beating down onto myers’ joints, elbows, wrist, everything he could reach on that arm to loosen the grip.
nothing was working, it FRIGHTENED him, powerless to any of the oncoming attacks. lifted on the ground, he begins to thrash about with whatever remaining energy his body contained, all the beatings amounts to nothing more than an annoyance to the masked murderer and here came the response of pushing that button too many times. shape fist rises, full force, straight to king’s complexion, broken nose becoming even more disfigured, ears ring from hearing the thunder of the impact, detached from this surroundings, isolated, drowning in the adrenaline to the point pain’s no longer a factor.
tossed aside, body thuds against the rough dirt, head smashing in to double the effects of throbbing. this was it, his final destination. ichor DRIPPED from his nose, joining the amalgamation of blood, sweat, dirt & mud that already caked each and every visible inch of skin. umber eyes putting the blurred figure at their focal point, tongue begged to taunt them though only ended up with crimson being sputtered from busted lips. heart of stone HAMMERED AWAY in his chest, he’s panicked, fearing for his life, it’s painted clear as day on damaged face.
@evilwiithin said: / violent muse reactions.
[ grab ] + [ deck ]
[ grab ] your muse grabbing mine forcibly. [ deck ] your muse decking mine in the face.