#shapecrow

[ultimatelife]

no he's italian

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[timetakeover]

@shapecrow

'Just lay low for a few months' he'd told himself. 'How much trouble can you get into in the early 21st century? Take a break, treat it like a holiday.' It was a good plan. He stayed out of trouble for nearly a whole 12 hours before things went off track. That's when he saw him; a man with messy hair getting destroyed on the side of the road, just across the street from where he'd been out for a stroll.

He'd be lying if he claimed he felt bad for the victim, or that he felt much at all about humans getting in petty fistfights in the middle of the night, but… he's always been nosy. Invasive. He wants to get in the middle of it, to get his hands dirty, to get the juicy details of exactly what the assailant is so mad about.

He picks his side the way he always does, based on what's going to be the most advantageous alliance for him. The man with the messy hair is most certainly losing the fight, but at the same time he reads as intelligent, as someone who'll show loyalty to the man who saves him. It's an easy choice. He grabs the assailant by the back of the collar before either man can fully register his approach and yanks him backwards; it pulls the attention off Corey, if nothing else.

The man spins around to face the new contender and swings in response, lands a punch that's sure to bruise, but ultimately gets shoved off balance and hits the ground. In a fistfight the Master may not win, but he's got the upperhand now. Hand shoves into the pocket of his purple suit jacket, pulls out a device the size of a pager, and activates it. At first glance, it seems as though the attacker has disappeared entirely. Closer inspection proves that he's been shrunk down and left resembling a little plastic army man. Either way, he won't be bothering them anymore.

"You've probably got some questions. And maybe a concussion. You know, it'd save us a lot of time if you just assumed the first thing was caused by the second thing. Nothing out of the ordinary here, just brain a little-" he punctuates his description of a concussion by miming grabbing someone's head with both hands and shaking it like a snow globe. "-mushed up."

[lettherebemonsters]

gratitude for michael!

SEND A WORD AND I WILL WRITE A DRABBLE ABOUT OUR MUSES.

Michael slowly tilted his head. Never in his life had someone been grateful for him. Of anything he did.

It was always what he had to offer, what he'd give up to sacrifice for the cult. For the man that enslaved him....never what he wanted. Michael remembered the days they had him mount females.....

Forcing him against his will to bring life he would never be allowed to cherish as his own.

There had been so much pain....so much sorrow. But here....there was only gratitude. A echo of warmth seemed to be emanating from the seemingly soulless Boogeyman.

He felt arms wrap around him, an embrace. A move that would have meant death, but he let it slide for now....instead, he lowered his head to nestle his masked nose against his son's messy hair.

A faint purr rumbling in his chest.

Nobody would ever see this moment of bonding between parent and child, and Michael would make sure of it. The gratitude was reflected.....the human in Michael was grateful at least one child survived. And that he would never have to be alone and hated again.

[vihrago-a]

“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

her head was spinning like a goddamn tire. she came to the sound of his voice, eyes still trying to focus on her surroundings. where was she again? right. at the gas station with corey -- where they had managed to get cornered by another gaggle of teenagers who had nothing better to do than pick on people with their inflated egos. bea had taken it upon herself to protect corey the moment they started swinging and now she had suffered the brunt of the injuries. didn't bother her though, as long as he was safe. every part of her hurt. ❝ yeah, i'm fine. ❞ she holds her nose which had been bleeding but now stopped. her legs are wobbly but she manages to stand and brush herself off. ❝ i can walk ... what about you? you alright? tried to make sure they didn't get you. ❞

[lettherebemonsters]

💕for dad/michael lmao

Michael tilted his head as his child embraced him. He wasn't very affectionate, and the idea of physically interacting with others

outside of hunting was a strange concept to him.

But it had been a long time since he held his child when the youngster wa

Michael tilted his head as his child embraced him. He wasn't very affectionate, and the idea of physically interacting with others outside of hunting was a strange concept to him.

But it had been a long time since he held his child when the youngster was just a newborn and an infant.....

As his son hugged him, Michael stiffly moved his arms to hug him back. It was an alien concept to the monster in human skin....yet it felt....right.

A low rumble echoed in his chest like a purr, as a mental bubble of warmth wrapped his child through their psychic link. Michael Myers hadn't been human for a very long time....but he still had the ability to show a bond. And he cherished the bond he had with his only heir.....

[pumpkinstabs-moving]

@shapecrow​ asked:"can... can you please put some fucking pants on? for the love of god."

michael stares with a tilt of his head,  visibly confused at the question.  he stepped into the realm with nothing but the hospital gown and the dripping IV sticking out of his arm and the entity has provided him with nothing else besides his knife. if he could wear different clothes,  he would,  scarecrow masked one. 

[chmerical-a]

❛  i  didn’t  want  all  this  trouble .  ❜ for dani uwu

she's not expecting to see him again, a silly thought considering how small this town really is. it might be one of the consequences of her self imposed isolation, it makes the outside world seem a lot bigger than it is. at least here in haddonfield. and now, dani's once again away from the comfort of her childhood home's walls. and once again, she's run into corey cunningham. well, those aren't exactly the words to use. hands clasp together, fingers nervously weaving about each other as she takes in what exactly she's seeing. sure he said people asked all sorts of questions and while, in that moment she had a sneaking suspicion he was underplaying things, she's not entirely prepared for the sight in front of her. a trio of teens looking to pick on whoever crosses their path, giving the brunet a much harder time than he deserves. and everyone else just minding their business, going about their lives as if they couldn't care less about what's going on. and at first, part of her thinks she should just follow suit.

but her conscience keeps her there, pushes her to plan on doing something because she can't just stand there. and there's no chance she's just gonna walk away. so she steels herself, one breath in, then it's all a blur, over as soon as it began-- confrontation has never been a strong suit, she'd rather put her head down, turn the other way, disappear into her mind and get lost in daydreams. she was that ardor sister. meek, small, needy, and always, always afraid. the one who always needed protecting, never the one people came to for help. none of that matters though, it's not about her. so before she can get lost down the rabbit hole of her own thoughts, she's made her way to him, careful not to come off too strongly. she's sure she's overstepped enough. it's not hard to guess why she thinks she'll be brushed off which is why she's caught as off guard as she is when she's not.

i didn't want all this trouble.

and there, she's able to get a peek into his true feelings. and there, in that moment, she understands. a sigh leaves her lips, her eyes moving from his, ❝ i never really get why people go so out of their way to just be total jerks, ❞ and at once, her hands are clasped back together, nervous habit in full swing, ❝ it's like they don't really have lives of their own to focus on. i'd say looking inward would do them some good, but.. i don't know, i really don't think that'd be the case. ❞ she's chalking her rambles up to the adrenaline from her encounter, there's no doubt in her mind she'll crash at any moment, go back to normal, mousy self. but until then, ❝ this might be awkward, but i have a feeling they're not done leaving you alone. i could like give you a ride or if you're hungry, we can get food. i just.. i know myself and i'll be stressing which is kind of dumb 'cause i don't really know you. anyway, you can say no. i just wanted to offer is all. ❞

prompt ( x ) ft. @shapecrow