i hate tumblr
i hate tumblr
Here get a sneak peek of a up coming Murderdolls x reader fic.
Acey is awakened by a loud noise, coming from down the stairs. A thumb, clinking and crashing. He has seen enough horror movies to know where this is going. He had always hoped that he would be smarter then all those victims in horror fiction. But the curiosity is getting the better of him. The guitarist slides out of bed, leaving the bed-room into to hall upstairs. Despite knowing the exact layout of the place, in this darkness it all feels foreign. He moves slowly down the stairs, listening closely for any suspicious sounds through the place. There, in the kitchen a clanking noise, something fell to the floor. As Acey approaches the entry of the kitchen, he can see a light. The light of the fridge, as if the door of the fridge is standing wide open.
He can hear someone chewing loudly on something... weird. Acey dares to look into the kitchen area to see what i happening. There on the floor next to the open fridge, is (Y/n).
What if we kissed under the FUCK umbrella
Scrolling through the extremely pixelated photos of the Murderdolls Tumblr tag; it feels like time travelling to 2002. It is home.
Murderdolls signing, Dublin, November 2002
Just a little apocalypse style fic, hope you enjoy!
Joey's eyebrow be lookin like x=-y
I think this is the final part (for now) of what has turned into “murderdolls photos that I love, adore, cherish, would pull out of a burning house, would use as 69 in one shampoo, should be used to summon me when I die, that I cry to, use as outfit inspiration”