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Taking headcanon and oneshot requests now!

Decided that I wanted to write a little so the requests are open until the end of February!

Here are the rules:

💮what I don't write💮

Incest

Pedophilia

Rape (consesual noncon is okay under sertain situations but even then I might decline)

Anything to do with sexual harassment/assault, it's on thin ice I probably still write it if requested but please be aware that I might still decline

Anything that has to do with pregnancy

💮Characters I write for💮

Jason vorhees

Michael Myers OG and RZ

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Bubba Sawyer

Brahms Heelshire

Billy Lenz (OG and 06 remake)

Leslie Vernon

Nsfw requests are encouraged!

Also any other characters will get added if I watched at least one of their respective movies

If there are any questions please ask!

Edit: oh yea I forgot, I will use gender neutral terms for s/o unless the requests specifically says otherwise

How the slashers would spent quality time together with their s/o part: 1

The only reason why I made this is because my thoughts are racing through my head like lightning McQueen and I found out that writing about things I enjoy is a good way to cope and calm them down.

Michael RZ:

🔪 enjoying each other's company without saying a word, just hanging out in the same room

🔪 building masks!! He loves making them and lowkey would ask if his s/o could build a few together

🔪 There are a few soft moments, like laying in bed together while both just cuddle and give small kissis

Jason:

🏞 Watching the forest animals and trying to figure out which call belongs the respective animal

🏞 Trying to finde mushrooms, not necessary to eat them but just enjoying and appreciating those squishy live forms

🏞 Knitting!! He secretly hope's one day his s/o gives him a cute funny hat that they made themselve for him

Brahms:

🧸 Playing instruments with eachother, if his s/o can't play any he would teach them, also if they can sing he would ask(demand) that they sing a few songs he likes

🧸 Play time, I like to imagine that he has a huge box of legos and his partner and him would play hours with it. Other things he would enjoy are

Playing family/ house

Generally a big fan with dolls and stuffed animals and messing around with them

Roleplaying that they both are forbidden lover's in the 16th century that finde out gruesome rumors in the castle about the others living there

🧸 Would also enjoy cooking and baking but is just to spoiled to do it first so his s/o needs to kinda push him towards it. Would later complain if his partner didn't invite him.

Leslie:

🍎 Being way to obsessive over other slashers, my guy knows strangely a lot of private things and both would giggle like two young girls just hearing about the new shocking high school rumors

🍎 Planing things out for his next attack and preparing for HOURS for this day

🍎 If his s/o knows a lot of symbolism in things, he would scatter them around like a code for his partner to decode and awaiting their answer with other symbolism. Often times the massages he makes are really sweet and heart warming, but sometimes just pure shitpost

Brahms x reader: soft days (??? Idk how to title)

Just some random rambelings because my head won't shut up about it and I have the attention span of a goldfish so I can't finish the art works I have

(ノ｀⌒´)ノ┫：・┻┻. ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

Your soapy hands were softly massaging Brahms scalp, who is at the moment sheepishly splashing around the water scattering the toys in the bathtub. It was a slow and lazy day, the sun slowly going down and decorating the sky with a beautiful mixture of red, yellow and pink.

You were taking care of the real Brahms for almost 5 months and even tho so much time has passed, those soft and quiet moments were still rare. No temper tantrum, no sexual advances or jealousy because the grocery boy talked one minute longer then normally to you.

Just peace and quiet.

You carefully washed out the shampoo out of his wild and soft locks and gave him a tender kiss on his forehead making him giggle in his child voice.

Closing your tierd eyes as a hand carefully kneaded his shoulder, listening to the rain tapping on the roof.

"(Y/N), the water is getting cold"

A familiar voice sayd, you looked down, seeing your partner already gathering the toys and put them out of the tub. You hummed lightly, pulling the plug and watching the water slowly drain out.

You stepped aside making room for your boyfriend as his lanky and well build form clumsy dragged himself out, his eyes already fixated to the porcelain mask laying on the sink and reaching out.

While he was occupied with drying himself, you wrapped the colorful toys in a towel and putting them in a plastic box.

Brahms refused to take a bath if there weren't any of his favorite play things around and you definitely didn't have the nerve to walk up and down the stairs to get all his toys, so instead you organized a box and gave Brahms the option to put a few in there for bath time.

Being so lost in thought you didn't realize that your lover had already dressed himself in his pajamas, only coming back into reality when your he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and he gave you a gentle kiss on the neck.

He handed you the already plugged in blow dryer.

It didn't took long until his bird nest that he calls hair dryd. Brahms already shuffleing to the bedroom.

But he had to wait, the bathroom needed to be cleaned up first, it didn't even took a minute when you heard Brahms whining and calling your name wanting to be tucked into bed and getting his goodnight kiss.

A small giggle escaped your lips, it was kind of endearing and cute how this grown man wanted to be taken care of, yearning your tender touches and words of love.

Finally finished with your task you quickly walked into the bedroom, Brahms was siting on the edge of the bed holding his doll tight to his chest.

He gave a quite hum of approval when you finally tuck him in, his dark brown eyes looking at you lovingly, memorizing every inch of your face and the soft, warm smile it holds.

He maeby rarely says how much he appreciates your presence but there is no need for that. The way he looks at you, making small hand made gifts and those wonderful moments when he wisphers those wonderful words that make your heart skip a beat is prove enough.

You gave him his good night kiss and went out of the door, or at least that was your plan. His rough hands held your wrist, his thumb massaging circles into your skin.

"Stay"

The child voices asked, his real voice cracking cracking into the word at the end.

You nodded and placed yourself next to him under the cover.

Brahms snuggled himself next to you.

Slowly drifting of into dream world you still managed to pick up a few words

"I-I love you (Y/N)"

*Slaps table* BRAHMS IN LINGERIE

Click for higher quality :)

Listen-holy fuck I had this image in my head for MONTHS, I never had the motivation or time for it (and I'm kinda insecure about drawing any kind of interaction between 2 people) but now?? OHOHOHOOOO BOI, now I got a fucking reason to do it. I will keep it in my mind and hopefully can upload it next week :)

Brahms imagine #44

Imagine you were trying to run from our boi but you get stucked in a death end at the mansion, he traps you but instead of choking you with his hands he chokes you with his chest (le tits) by pressing ur face against his tits and the wall.

Can somebody draw this?

Me every fucking day

my only reasons

Doodles because I really want to get a hug from big stabby man.

What do you mean you rather kill me with your bare hands then give me goodnight kissies???

That's illegal >:(((

More Brahms headcanons about : his childhood, some LGBTQ+ stuff and general things

Honestly it's probably more rambling then headcanons?? But I'm just in the mood and write down what i think, i try to keep some kind of order but i can't promise anything.

Trigger warning for: homophobia,sexism, smoking marijuana (as medicine), movie typical violence (nothing in detail it's just mentioned), mention of suicide

🧸Were gonna start juicy with the homophobia his parents curb stomped him with.

🧸His parents were more of an old school couple and with that they pushed their believes into him, mostly it was on accident because that's how they grew up with (small mention just because it was a internalized thing it doesn't excuse their behavior)but a lot of Brahms anger and frustration got built because of it.

🧸From an early age they told him that cleaning and cooking was women's stuff, even if he wanted to help a girl or woman to clean up the smallest of messes his parents stopped him. That combined with him being spoiled rotten didn't really mash well, very fast he thought that everyone is here to serve him especially if they act/look/are female/feminine.

🧸When a same sex couple kissed in front of the family, Brahms parents got really shocked and acted like an animal got shot right in their eyesight. If they were women Ms. and Mrs. heelshire just down played it and told Brahms that they were just really good friends.

🧸The tryd to shield him from any non straight romantic relationships. And told him anything that is not being cis and straight is not normal, it wasn't even like "oh non cishets are weird and bad don't interact with them", they sayd it in a more sly and sneaky way often times not even realizing what's coming out of their mouth.

🧸Of course they couldn't shield him for long, Brahms managed to get his fingers on poems and stories about same sex love (he really liked sapphos works)

🧸After reading a particular gay story and later on meeting a boy he really liked questions quickly came, a lot of those questions couldn't been answered by his family or they just sayd the same things over and over again. The answers fuild his frustration and anger more which later on got mixed with confusion.

🧸One day he told his mother that the boy he met was really cute and he wanted to kiss him. He was kind of disassociating when he sayd that. His mother was really fucking shocked, her sentences scrambling and not making any sense out of panic. While his father just sat there and kinda gave him up.

🧸His mom suppressed any urges that aren't the cishet norm and also started the whole thing how touching himself is a sin and against God, believing that his longing to be hugged and kissed by a boy is because of sexual need and perverse desires

🧸After the fire everything got worse, not only did they suppress and stunted his healthy growth and exploration of his own identity, now they just suppress his whole existence.

🧸His father became more distance and needed to over think it all, while his mom was either non existent or emotionally and mentally abusive stunting him even more.

🧸There was one night were Brahms had a meltdown because he REALLY wanted to be kissed by the same sex, the years before he kinda managed to ignore it but this night was the worst. So his dad went to him and had some chitchat. It basically boils down to him saying he may not approve to his attraction to the same sex he is still his son and he loves and cares for him.

🧸The whole night was spent with talking about the whole thing and also the birds and bees since his mom also didn't teach anything about it. Even if the info was minimal at least Brahms has something to work with.

🧸When Brahms was around 20 Ms. and Mrs. Heelshire started to get nanny's, I will not go into detail of the many nanny's but I can say with each new person he learned something new about himself and his identity.

🧸Also around that age but probably also when he was younger he started to age regress as a coping mechanism, he couldn't really control it and just fell into that mindset for a REALLY long time.

🧸The most important nanny for his development was agender. When Ms. and Mrs. Heelshire hired them they looked more feminine and traditional not knowing about their identity.

🧸To keep it short they were everything Brahms parents told him to stay away. They were headstrong, dressed in gothic and punk clothes, smoked marijuana to deal with their mental health problems, were open about their sexuality ect.

🧸By watching them Brahms learnd a lot, he found out what multi gender attracted sexualitys were and quickly connected with omnisexual

🧸He also learned what age regressing is and was so intrigued with neopronounce finding some kind of comfort in them

🧸He thought a lot about neopronounce and one day dollsef popped out of his mouth when he age regressed. Toyself also came along much later, but since then he secretly spoke in third person and always used neopronounce.

🧸He was still very bitter about it and made him very aggressive in bad days

🧸Brahms develop a crush FAST and since everything came all of a sudden, he had a meltdown about it

🧸After he gathered himself up he decided to show himself and it was chaos

🧸Everything went wrong were it can get wrong. The whole thing ended up with Brahms letting all his frustration,anger and confusion out on the poor nanny

🧸He was a mess afterwards and sobbed for DAYS

🧸After all this Brahms became violent against his parents especially his mom, the nanny's also didn't survive long because no one was like his lovely nanny he had before

🧸When Greta came into his live he was star struck, he finally found someone to love and kinda fell into an unhealthy obsession and went delusional on their relationship

(🧸He also had the hots for malcolm but ssssshhhhh, the internalized homophobia still going strong)

🧸So when Greta left he was at a really bad live point. I heard that in the boy 2 Brahms killed himself after Greta left wich, we ignore that like royalty. But I like to think he tryd it, but ended up surviving the attempt and now has a scar on his body. He is very ashamed of it.

Slashers as pictures I saved on my phone

Just some silly stuff to kill some time :)

🍎Leslie Vernon🍎

🍪06 Billy Lenz🍪

☎️OG Billy Lenz☎️ (I can't decide which one is better)

🧸Brahms Heelshire🧸

🏞Jason Voorhees🏞

👸🏼Carrie White 👸🏼

🌚Chucky🌚 (I have no idea what emoji to use)

📞Stu Macher📞

📞Billy Loomis📞

Alsjsiwksk thank you for blessing me with this wonderful gift

Kitty doesn’t want a bath.

I had this sketch sitting around in my notebook and decided to try something new

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

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

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

i'm just curious bc i'm watching How to Train Your Dragon and i always forget how happy and calm it makes me feel. i mean, i did name my cat after Toothless the dragon. but i also love Lion King, that's my Disney comfort movie. and my Ghibli comfort movie is Spirited Away. watching any of these when i'm in a foul mood or my anxiety is high always helps 🥰 but i watch them just for fun too, not only when i'm in a mood. what about you?