Amanda Young @thepigsaw - Tumblr Blog

" Speak now child, and chill my heart with all the hurt and keep me suffering. "

Rules // Bio

#follow my prey // promo #selfpromo;;#share plsss!!!#((:

❝ let me carry you. ❞ (hallo! ;w; )

✷ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; fluff edition ( . 01 ) | Accepting.

BLOOD. It stained red as it poured from the weak womans side. Amanda huffed, her hand clenching her wound as she tried to steady herself against the stone wall of the packing plant. She knew. Deep in the darkness of her mind that one day she may be bested by her recklessness... But she hadn't cared for so long that she let it slip her mind and she got carried away by bigger prey. A sharp cough escaped her lips, her opposite hand rose to catch blood droplets leaving her already crimson lips. Was this it? Her end? Was she going to die because of a game gone wrong? Her very own weapon used against her? The dark haired woman collapsed onto the ground; her hands and knees catching her. Her head throbbed and her vision blurred... And it was in that moment she heard those words... Was she hallucinating? Her sky eyes nearly lit up the dim darkness around her as they darted to see who spoke to her. A hand was all she could make out extending towards her. Who was this woman? This beautiful goddess that bestowed her in her desperate time of need. Perhaps Amanda was worthy- her work. Without hesitation her bloodied hand reached up from the ground and finally grasped the others desperately.

#necrosisfantosis #answers;;#i kinda???#love this??

🍾 (from Danny! jkfdandkjf i'll prods send one your way from Borna's account too)

Send 🍾 for the first thing my muse would say to yours while drunk. | Accepting.

"Ughhh" the woman exaggerated the moan in the back of her throat. Sinking down in her chair Amanda moaned, "I fucking love a maniac in a mask," she rolled her eyes before lifting the cold glass of alcohol to press her pink lips against it seductively.

#slxver-scrxm #answers;;#drunk amanda #a freak

🍾 - themiserablesmiilingkiller

Send 🍾 for the first thing my muse would say to yours while drunk. | Accepting

It was like a STORM. Tears like violent rain drops pouring enough to drench the front of her shirt and stain her rosy flushed cheeks. The thunder was the frequent glass shattering on the ground as the drunk disturbed girl tossed everything in her view at the man in front of her. "I can't believe you had sex with other women before me!" She exclaimed, reaching to grab the next object nearest to her. "You still think about them don't you!" She accused. "You don't love me!" Her voice rose, the next object now racing just past his head.

#themiserablesmiilingkiller #ship // pigtrapped #answers;;#sorry #mandy is...#toxic

rp-memes-atyourservice

My muse is feeling touch-starved.

Send one of the following touches for my muse’s reaction. Bonus points for a description/context of some kind to make it easier for your partner to respond!

❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etc

ღ - kisses of any kind (romantic or platonic) such as cheek kisses, hair kisses, mouth kisses, kiss to the hand/fingertips or eyelids, etc. feel free to specify a body part!

☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc

❥ - rough, violent, or dominant touch, such as gripping the back of their neck, holding them down, shoving them into a wall, digging their nails into them, grabbing their jaw, etc

❣ - add this to any of the above to make it sexual.

¿ - write your own touches!

#meme;;#ask it (:<#gonna work on ACTUALLY answering for once #bear in mind #you might get hurt #🤣#but still fun

reblogmymemesyoucoward

Send 🍾 for the first thing my muse would say to yours while drunk.

#meme;;#ask it (:<

thepigsaw

@lettherebemonsters Continued from here.

The womans ocean eyes glistened lightly for a moment. A dark intrigue took over her expressions as her eyes followed him for his response. Michael was an unpredictable man. A very famous one amongst his town as well... Nevertheless. He was dangerous. Amanda heard enough about him to know this. Seen enough even. The very risk of just being beside him excited her. But perhaps her being the only one brave enough was enough to appease him. Upon his plopping beside her and the offering of his hand she hesitated not to take action. For this strange large being beside her to give the opportunity was an absolute pleasure and curiosity. It wasn't an offer Amanda would ignore. On her knees next to him, the women grabbed his hand with both of her small ones. One lay against his palm; the other on the back of his hand grasping it tight as if he would vanish without her holding on. She wasn't sure how he would show her these things. But she was amused to find out. Afterall. She felt she truly had nothing to lose, besides her beautiful line of work. She blinked for a moment. Her eyes gazed up to meet his. "Show me," she murmured, as if he'd withdraw and show her nothing. And then it happened...

lettherebemonsters

What he showed her.....was his Hell. From his earliest memories of his screaming wretch of a father, his weak excuse for a mother. His sister Judith pushing him away when he just wanted to play.

Thorn always there, always whispering to him. The curse’s fingers tapping into him since he could walk.....that night he grabbed the knife being the night that Thorn started to transform him into a monster.

He showed her how he escaped, his hunt for his sister. He showed her how he came back, attacked his niece. His kind, gentle niece Jamie.....who was the only person who reached out to him, just wanting to help her.

He showed Amanda how Thorn’s rage made him destroy her, tear her apart as she screamed in horrific pain. He made Amanda see his pain, the evil inside him that remained in control. He made her see the torture he endured, locked away in a cage.....made to see as his own offspring were stored away in jars like specimens.

He made her see his life.....made her see why his soul had turned into inky black.....into a twisted shadow of the good that used to be in him. His voice echoing psychically to her.

I want to destroy. I want to kill. I want....to hear them scream.

thepigsaw

It was like an abrupt ILLNESS. Amandas stomach clenched turning into knots as her mind fogged black. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Images, sounds, screams in absolute horror- they all engulfed her mind so suddenly she felt as though she'd lose consciousness or had already lost it. Her mixed blue and green eyes closed, rolling back in their sockets as she began to dream, or what felt like it. Her hands clenched his, pink fingernails digging into his course skin enough to turn white from pressure. What was this? Magic? A curse? A sickness. She almost wanted it to end. The feelings of every possible feeling hitting her like stones and acid it burned. Sadness, rage, loss, lust- this was hell. And yet strangely... She loved it. All the feelings she dreaded yet feelings she hadn't felt for a very long time. As the visions ended it was as if she was released. Released from a prison- or perhaps from him. She fell back, her hands just barely catching herself on the ground. Her chest lifted heavily taking in a deep breath of air as if she were dying. She blinked, her vision blurring for a moment before she was able to look at him again and focus. The woman felt fear. Fear. Yet she wasn't scared. Why? Who was this other being? Did Michael want them dead? Or did it? Amanda sucked in her bottom lip biting it just to release it in confusion- in thought. "Fuck," she spoke lightly- still nearly out of breath. "Do you?... Do you want to kill me?" She asked finally- unsure of why she suddenly cared.

#lettherebemonsters #TH;; Soft touch

@wrongarmofthelaw Continued from here.

"Beyond?" Her light voice questioned, dancing in the air around them like intrigued butterflies. Amandas head tilted to the side, her dark hair spilling lightly against her shoulder as she observed him. What a curious being. Face of the dead but built like a man. How was it he functioned when her poisons hadn't even fazed him? Let alone her blade. He bled. Yet he was still standing regardless of the deep cut that traced around his ankle. The woman was only able to knock him back slightly. It was terrifying how strong he was. And yet still he was unable to catch the nimble Amanda. She had heard of such a being before. Nevertheless; they all seemed to be nothing but a fairytale. However, not him. He was real. "So tell me mister 'beyond'..." She mocked, her legs parting as her knees moved up from the ground. She remained on the pavement looking up at him. Her hands propping up and her body in a good position to spring up had she wanted to. But not now. Now. She was comfortable. "You don't breathe? Meaning... your blood isn't pumping. Right?" She narrowed her eyes with a smirk. She wondered just how much it would take to get under the strange officers skin.

#wrongarmofthelaw #ᴛʜ;; ʟᴇᴛs ᴘʟᴀʏ

@lettherebemonsters Continued from here.

The womans ocean eyes glistened lightly for a moment. A dark intrigue took over her expressions as her eyes followed him for his response. Michael was an unpredictable man. A very famous one amongst his town as well... Nevertheless. He was dangerous. Amanda heard enough about him to know this. Seen enough even. The very risk of just being beside him excited her. But perhaps her being the only one brave enough was enough to appease him. Upon his plopping beside her and the offering of his hand she hesitated not to take action. For this strange large being beside her to give the opportunity was an absolute pleasure and curiosity. It wasn't an offer Amanda would ignore. On her knees next to him, the women grabbed his hand with both of her small ones. One lay against his palm; the other on the back of his hand grasping it tight as if he would vanish without her holding on. She wasn't sure how he would show her these things. But she was amused to find out. Afterall. She felt she truly had nothing to lose, besides her beautiful line of work. She blinked for a moment. Her eyes gazed up to meet his. "Show me," she murmured, as if he'd withdraw and show her nothing. And then it happened...

#lettherebemonsters #TH;; Soft touch

@themiserablesmiilingkiller Continued from here~<3

The womans expression was blank. Not that of anger, frustration, or even sadness. She simply felt... nothing. Nothing but dazed with a slight headache that began to cease within moments of her waking. Her lips parted with a breath. Evan. The beastly man had been there with her through it all. At first it was all fun and games but now... Now she wasn't sure. Amanda never wanted to succumb to any man before besides John but now... Now she wanted to. To Evan. She frowned now, confusion- it was a fear to her. A phobia. To not know of what to come or what was. She just wanted to be held. To be safe. Without hesitation Amanda grabbed onto the man's large hand which nearly devoured her small one. She pulled herself up and into his arms. Her pale face nuzzled into his chest. It was damp. Damp with sweat and smelled of soot and earth. It was a smell familiar to her, and one she grew to love. Her eyes closed and she held him desperately as if he would fade away and she'd awaken from a dream. "What happened?" She asked, face buried into his chest. Please don't let me go; her mind echoed.

#themiserablesmiilingkiller #ship // pigtrapped #wholesome.

@lettherebemonsters Continued from here!

YOU'RE WELCOME. The words hit Amanda like a brick, and with a sharp breath her lips parted. "You can talk?" She questioned instantly with a quiet voice. In the few days the woman knew the man the more and more she learned about him. For example, he was surprisingly capable of showing affection and now... he spoke. Even if they were quiet words. They were something. Amanda repositioned her body, sitting up on her knees now and looking up at the masked man with intrigue. Michael was a violent, tortured soul... Yet a unique one. Untold stories lied in his eyes. His dark gaze. Amanda smiled. It was one of mischief. "Sit with me," she reached her hand out onto the ground to pat the space beside her. It was strange. Having only met and nearly killing each other upon the first meeting, they were here. All the time he had listened to her and her nightmares. It made her wonder... What was he? Did he dream? Or did he just live out his own nightmares? "I want to know your deepest- darkest secrets... tell me your sins."

#lettherebemonsters #TH;; Soft touch #not much background yet for these twoooo #so we can just form it cause #love this

@wrongarmofthelaw Continued from here!

She was SPEECHLESS. Lost for words- which almost never happened. Her blank stare met his gaze, his eyes filled with rage and determination. She felt nothing in that moment. Amanda was a strong woman with little to no feelings anymore. After Johns passing she lost everything. Her entire world. Yet she lived on in his honor; carrying on his work as he wanted, even if it wasn't done how he wanted. The woman propped herself up on her hands, her gaze not faltering. "Where did you come from?" She asked, her lips parting in disbelief. Amanda was not one to give up. Considering this, she did have one more trick up her sleeve... Literally. And if given the chance, she would use it.

#wrongarmofthelaw #ᴛʜ;; ʟᴇᴛs ᴘʟᴀʏ #yeet the pig #(:<