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I had 2 dreams about my fav slashers and I really wanna share it. I can bairly remember but here we go:

The first is a bit nsfw, smol warning here for the soft folks.

The first dream was with Brahms, I didn't really exist in a psychical form but I was able to see the whole house and I also did some chores (I think I was the new nanny). It all came together when me and Brahms just kinda vibed in the kitchen and living room. I and him were playing with some plushies and mega blocks, after the play time he excused himself and went to his room,( I think he wanted to take a nap??). My ghost from went all over the mansion to get a better look. Garden, kitchen, Brahms secret dirty hideout (I also cleaned that shit because his crumpled up tissues were still on the bed) ect, but he was gone for a really long time. So I got up to his room and saw how Greta gave Brahms a rimjob and handjob on the floor. And then I woke up.

The second dream was also with Brahms plus OG Billy. For some reason either me and Billy were super small (like dwarf height) or Brahms and the mansion + the stuff inside were freakishly big. Anyway, we all played hide and seek, Brahms was the one who should finde us. Sadly because I can't really remember what exactly happened I just have this image of me and Billy sitting under this HUGE glass table with nothing on it and thinking this is the best place to hide. We both giggled really loud since we thought this was the move but Brahms was entertaining the same room and immediately saw us both from the distance.

You CANNOT tell me Brahms wouldn't love a lolita s/o. Like this bitch would probably get the finest jewelry (that he stole from his mom) and the most silky fabrics for them. He would be really into the high tea party's and would help decorate the table. Only the finest of dishes are allowed to be used for that purpose, and if anyone who gets their grabby hands on the fine plates, teacups ect Brahms would throw the biggest temper tantrum and straight up steal their hands (if it his s/o, he tut's them and tells them with a soft, playful but also mocking voice that the dishes and table cloth is ONLY ment for the tea party's).

Brahms would also incorporate the tea party's into his regular schedule.

He would watch his s/o get dressed and also suggested a few themes or styles they should do (is favorite's are: hime, sweet, aristocrat and classic, but guro and ero also is something he wouldn't say no to).

The look his partner rocks is just breathtaking for him and if his s/o decides one day to do a doll theme, he sweard that the moment he saw them, his heart stopped beating for a few seconds.

Some wip art, I wanted to finish it today but I'm really exhausted

Decide that I want to keep not safe for work stuff under the cut.

So a small warning for the folks, there are tiddys drawn they may not be out but it is still some mild nudity

Edit: sadly the first picture is really blurry and I have no idea why :/

Ngl I got lazy and just didn't want to do shading, but I still hope it's okay

Click for higher quality :)

Avrage day (Brahms x reader)

It's almost 3 am while writing this and I crave for soft Brahms story, pure fluff and I also didn't prove read it for any errors or something similar

The clock hits 6 am and the alarm started to pull you out of your wonderful dream by it's awful screeching noises. With a groan you toss and turned a bit until you admit defeat, with a heavy sigh you pull yourself out of the comfortable and warm bed into the cold called your room. Normally it would have been at least a bit warm but Brahms somehow managed to damage the heater while crawpe through the wall.

You stretch your back and arms while slowing walking up to Brahmses room. The door squeaked a bit, you're eyes look at the still sleeping form of Brahms slightly snoring a bit. You always checked on him every morning if everyone is alright, with a soft smile you close the door and began to fish out your clothes for the day.

Your still tired body clumsily dragged you into the bathroom to make yourself fresh the morning sunlight already shining into the room.

As you finished to wash and clothed yourself the birds started to sing and it was soon time to wake up Brahms.

With the rest of the 15 minutes you quickly walked down to the kitchen and made the table ready for breakfast. Bread, butter, cheese, ham, orange juice, you counted to yourself if everything was there, with a nod you tuned on the stove to boil some eggs.

With that you happily walked up to Brahmses room and softly knocking on the door.

"Brahsm, it's time to wake up"

You sayd in a warm and soft tone.

The only response you got was a disgruntled grumble and the man you're taking care of turning his back on you. With a huff's you shoved the curtains aside and heard from behind how Brahms groand in agony as the warm sun shined on his face.

"It's time to wake up"

You sayd in a more demanding tone,

"Five more minutes..."

Brahms sayd in return, you put your hands on your hips and huffed with slight annoyance. He always says five more minutes, and out of those dives became 10 then 20 then 45 and then a hour, and after that he got mad that you woke him up so late.

You shaked your head and pulled the blanket off of Brahms who put a bit of a fight with it.

"You need to make yourself ready now, I already started to boil the eggs and if I wait any longer there is going to be a mess."

He only pouted a bit when he heard that sentence and slowly started to dramatically drag himself out of bed. With a smile you patted his and and got him some fresh clothes out of the drawer.

When all was done you got Brahmses hand and convoy him to the kitchen, since he still made his body heavier then it was and walked around like a puppet who's strings almost fall off of it.

But all that behavior quickly stopped when he sat at the table and got his breakfast.

You quickly were finished with yours and started to clean the dishes while Brahms lazily munched on his last sandwich.

"After you are brush your teeth and come back to play the piano, okay?"

He nodded while swallowing the last bite and quickly walked away.

Into the room with the pino you already picked out the piece he is learning at the moment and clipped it on the board. It didn't took long until the tall and lanky man joined you and took a seat.

The man was an incredibly talented player, his nibble and skilled fingers played the music with ease. No matter how many times you hear him play it impresses you each and every time. Actually when you think about it, he is generally a really talented man. He is amazing at playing the piano, his painting skills are remarkable and even if you don't hear him sing a lot his deep growly adult voice is just so wonderful to hear. He also learns quick, every new info Brahms get he will absorb it like a sponge. To bad that instead of using his talent for someone good and productive he rather use it to play a few pranks on you or cause mischief if he feels like it.

The time fly by fast, piano lessons were over and Brahms was finishing his school lession outstandingly well. So as a treat for working so well you told him you would read him 3 chapters more of his favorite novel. With small giddy jumps he walked up to you embracing your much smaller form in a tight hug. The cold and slightly cracked porcelain nose nuzzled its between your shoulder while your soft hands caressed his head softly.

You both placed yourself on the newly bought couch listening to the music Brahms choice for today. But it was clear that he was occupied with something else. The tall man snuggled tighter to your form and fought your fingers into yours, playing with them. He was way to caught up with your presence that he completely blacked out the music. Every now and then his big hand gave yours a small playful squeeze or his face burying its into the crook of your neck.

The little actions make you giggle slightly and your warm smile grew a bit wider when he asked if you could give him a kiss on the forehead. Normally you tell him kisses are only for goodnights but you let it slide just this once.

Brahms flaild his legs in excitment, small giggles escaping his mouth as you shower his face with kisses.

At noon it was Brahmses playtime. You already made yours comfortable on the floor watching the man gathering all his favorite toys out of the giant plastic box. His arms filled with all the goodies and his eyes sparkling with excitement he stumbled to your way on his knee's.

But he never was satisfied with one thing. Often times he asked you to bring out his painting utensils or clay to make small figure and since you finally brought modern electronics into the house he sometimes asked to play mario kart with you.

As time flew by faster then you liked, you told Brahms to bring back the toys into the box while you went off to make lunch. With a disappointed grunt he picked up his dolls and legos.

While you prepared today's lunch you heard how Brahms was shuffling around you curiously watching you. He sometimes in between the stares asked you what your doing right now or if he could help. Even though Brahms is still a spoiled man, he learns to appreciating the moments were you both cook together. He may not be the best at it but him trying his best was good end for you and it also warmed your heart when you watch him trying to cut the perfect slice just for you.

At 1 pm dinner was ready and the table ready.

"Thank you for cooking"

Sayd Brahms with a mouth full of food, you gave him a smile and thanked him back for helping. Too bad you won't get the same help when you need to clean the dishes.

As you both place the dirty dishes into the sink and put the rest of the meal into a container. The lanky man quickly hide back into the wall to do god knows what. You never know what exactly he does there, sometimes you hear him crawl betwen the tight spaces or he gives you a vague answer when you ask. But what you know is that he needs is time alone and even if you're dying of curiosity you respect his privacy and don't want to invade it. So you dry the last plate and start to clean the house.

When the old grandfather clock striked 4:50 pm you were surprised that you didn't heard anything from Brahms, infact you didn't even hear hims shuffle inside the walls. You knew that the worst case scenario is him falling asleep between the walls but because it is so out of character for the man you still worried slightly. When you stuffed that bit of dirty clothes into the washer and your eyes staring at the clock that was now showing 6:00 pm you decide to call out his name.

And you called, and called, and called, but there was no answer the dumb side of your brain told you that Brahms slipped and bit his head on som6hard and is now hirting on the floor. But as your anxiety grew more and more it quickly got shut down as it came when you felt two strong arms hugging you from behind and the comfortable warmth of the wall gremlin.

"I hope I did not worry you too much"

A child voice sayd, before you could answer you got silenced rather fast when the man held something close to your face. It was a necklace, it looked like it was made by hand, here and there were a few rough and sloppy edges but you definitely could recognize that someone more skillful made it.

"Is-is this form me?"

With big eyes you looked at Brahms who nodded shyly

"It's a thanks for taking care of me"

He carefully placed it around your neck and hocked the ends together. You almost jumped out of your socks out of joy and gratification. Your arms embraced Brahms in a big hug softly swaying each others body from left to right and giving him small kisses. His soft snorts and giggles only spurt you even more on in drowning him in your affection.

As the clock hit 7:00 you both were already finished with dinner and making yourselfs ready for the night. But it was still a bit to early so you took the liberty to snuggle yourself next to Brahms playing with his brown locks as you listen to him whisper small words of affection towards you.

The older man shifted a bit and pulled the book from the night table to you,

"Can you please read the story for me now? You promised to give me 3 extra chapters and if you don't start now if will be to late!"

His child voice pointed out you gave him a last kiss on the forehead and took the book.

As you spoke out the sentences you didn't noticed hof Brahms slowly but surely feel asleep only his almost not noticeable snores alerted you to his sleeper form. You wanted to wiggle out of the bed but the man had a death grip on you, so instead you lays the book aside and turned off the lights also softly falling into dream land awaiting the next day.

So I heard that Brahms is apparently short for Abraham and it's killing me. I just

Brahms: does something stupid again

Nanny: ABRAHAM HEELSHIRE GET YOUR ASS HERE

It's just, sorry, so incredibly funny too me to use his full name,,, I can't explain it

I'm tired and thoughtless so have slashers as pictures I saved on my phone part 2 electric boogaloo

Brahms heelshire ;

Jason vorhees ;

Stu Macher and Billy Loomis ;

OG Billy lenz ;

OG Michael Myers ;

Carrie white ;

we need more BRAHMS loving in these parts he’s so perfect

sit here n tell me he isn’t #1 comfort character material

you can’t? YEAH BC I AM RIGHT

BRO I JUST REALIZED SOME SLASHER PROBABLY HAVE LISTEN TO SELENA Quintanilla

Like Stu Billy Vincent bo lester ect.

(Please let me believe)

SOMEONE NEEDS TO DRAW OR WRITE ABOUT THE SLASHERS OR CREEPYPASTA REACTING TO THE NAIR VIDEO 😭😭

Little drawing of Brahms. I love this man!!!

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 😂☠️🗡️

Outubro Yippeeee!

Choose your boyfriend favorite slasher

Talvez eu esteja ficando louca 

Só queria desenhar umas poses e fui longe demais, deus tenha misericórdia 

Bubba sempre vai ser o meu neném, nunca fez nada de errado em toda sua vidinha

there’s a dark void inside of me that only

FAT COCK

from a

FICTIONAL SERIAL KILLER

can fill

if i survived a slasher it’s because i fucked him

Me after watching new horror with awesome slasher:

whoever got me into the movie ‘the boy’ fuck you but like THANK U CAUSE BRAHMS HEELSHIRE IS SO FINEEEE

No matter how much I love ♥︎him♥︎ i will always love my fictional boys more…just being honest ☻︎