#dbd myers

[necrocto]

look at his awesome knife

[nereeitor]

"say cheese!"

[luciferhollow]

Baby Michael Myers. Hold him gently pls……✨💗💕🤲

[klutzygutsi]

Happy Halloween 🔪🎃🖤🦇

As always I'm late

[shyweeb]

Michael Myers reacting to his gf almost killing someone to protect him

» I was thinking about writing this for a looong time Then i felt inspired and writed it,it may be a little shitty cuz I'm really tired after waking up early today sorry sweethearts.and this is really short sowwy uwu oni ch- joking,just be advised that this is not so long 😀

Warnings:cursing!mention of killing!guns!killing!gore at the end! F!reader

Music recommendation to listen while reading this:

Or

(pretty shitty ik)

Michael Audrey Myers 🔪

- you were waiting him at home in a Halloween night then you decided to go take a look at the window when suddenly you saw him with his clothes all bloodied and some shot holes in his blue mechanic jumpsuit in the middle of the street chasing some stupid fake Blondie in only her underwear who was struggling to walk because she had a wound in her leg probably made by Michael

- you were shocked when the fake blonde bitch started to run to the direction of the Myers house and even more shocked when she took out a gun and aimed at your man resting her back against the door

- when she prepared to shoot Michael in the head even knowing that he wouldn't die you acted on instincts and opened the door making the girl fall on the floor and shooting the roof of the house

- still worried she would do something to Michael you straddled her hips and started beating her head against the floor gripping her stupid fake blond hair and not stopping until she pushed you of her and tried to aim at you

- until Michael saved you by kicking the gun out of her hands and smashing her skull with his hands until it was crashed.

-he looked at you before holding the body and literally throwing it out the door and closing it,then he came next to you and gently brushed his hands against you cheekbone and,after a long time he realized that he was scared he would lose someone again,losing you was something he could not allow himself to go through,you could see it by the way his shoulders gone up and down showing he was breathing in an accelerated pace that he was nervous.

- after this day he made sure he would not kill near your house when it was possible

- he became even more agressive towards the ones who came near the house. (If it was even possible lol)

-may god bless the ones that dare to try to touch you

- after this event everyone in handdonfield knew that you were his.

- you were known as the bride of the shape after this

» my final thoughts on this:

this sucks :(

(Sorry for the blondes out there 🤡)

(Written by @shyweeb )

[xxsatansxcrushxx]

I accept the missing nose, the killing and everything else BUT I cannot accept that hairline, Mister

They did him dirty

[potatsourie]

I just think these three are neat 🫣

But for real though, there are so many interactions potential with these three masked killers!

[evaamoor]

[dat-is-i]

ok hold on i can explain

so you know how in the latest PTB myers's lobby animation was changed so that he's looking ever so slightly to the left rather than head on?

well i was talking about it with my friends. one said how he's shy and another did the 👉👈 and i was like. holy shit y'all are so right

so i made this

i might colour this at some point in the future but probably not

[lulluseas]

our slasher icons greet you for the new year 💥

except you looped too hard and now you’re being camped in basement

[ask-theoverseer-max]

Ghostface (Has a new outfit on): You like my Top?

Amanda: Yes he looks very nice.

Ghostface: What? (Myers standing behind him)

[necrocto]

it's been 4 years... Hi

[entity-xxx]

Your Boogeyman - The Shape (DBD) x fem!Reader

An affectionate fic involving Michael and a very bloodied reader.

WARNING! This fic is very graphic and violent, if you’re looking for something gentle and fluffy this one isn’t for you! Discretion advised. (Sadism & Masochism, Blood, Knife play)

It was a foggy, damp night at Coldwind Farm. You were repairing a generator alone, constantly glancing over your shoulders, wondering who was hunting you this time. You had yet to hear your heartbeat in your ears, leaving you even more anxious as to who the killer was. In the distance, you heard a piercing scream, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. You stopped repairing the generator, creeping around the corner, looking in the direction the scream came from. You looked around, and seeing no other survivors, you took it upon yourself to help. Running quickly and quietly through the grass, you located the source of the scream to have came from none other than the infamous basement. You crept into the shack, the floorboards creaking no matter how lightly you stepped. You cringed in fear of giving yourself away. Quickly, you made your way down the stairs, hearing groaning and weeping coming from the basement. You made it to the concrete floor, stepping in what appeared to be a puddle of blood. You looked up, finding Nea strung up on a hook. You quickly made your way over, grabbing her legs and hoisting her off the hook. She collapsed to the floor, gripping her wound and sobbing. “Come on, let’s get you out of here! Before it makes it’s way back..” you stated, using “IT” in reference to the killer you had yet to identify. She looked up at you and nodded. You reached your hand out, taking hers and helping her up. You made your way around the corner to assist her up the stairs.

You followed her up the stairs, watching her stumble her way up. You hadn’t heard a sound, thinking the two of you were safe, for a moment. She looked back at you after reaching the top, her eyes turning wide before she screamed your name, pointing behind you. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as you looked over your shoulder. The Shape stepped forward from the dark corner of the basement, he was waiting for you there the whole time. His white mask lit with stripes from the light beaming through the boards of the ceiling above. His blue eyes glistened in the low light, it felt like they were looking straight into your soul. You began to scramble up the stairs, and before you got very far he jolted forward, grasping your ankle with a firm grip. You fell on all fours, hitting your jaw against one of the steps. The dirty iron taste of blood began to fill your mouth. You gripped the boards above you. “RUN!!” You screamed as loud as you could to Nea. She vanished into the fog, limping away. The Shape drug you down the stairs, flipping you over on your back. You hit the base of your skull on a few steps on the way down, crying out in pain. Tears began to well in your eyes from the fear, as your adrenaline was so high you couldn’t feel the pain. You began to flail, desperate to get away from his grip. To no avail, your attempt was nothing to him. He stepped back, waiting for you to stop flailing. At the perfectly timed moment, he lunged forward and grasped you by the throat. You let out a choking yelp, your hands meeting his underneath your jaw. Blood seeped from the corners of your mouth, you sprayed some from your mouth as you struggled for a breath. His mask was then peppered with your warm blood. He watched you squirm for a moment before turning around and carrying you further into the basement, back into the far corner. He tossed you onto the floor. You fell back into your elbows and rear, shuffling as far back into the corner as you could get. You leaned over, still touching your throat. It felt like his hands were still there. You struggled for breath, not yet looking up at him to see his next move. He stood there, watching you recover, he gripped his knife harder. You looked up at him, shaking in fear. He tilted his head at you, just staring. You swallowed, wiping the corners of your mouth on your sleeve. He took a step forward, which made you jolt in fear. You screamed as he got closer, already backed into the corner as far as you could get. He reached forward, grabbing you by the ankles again and dragging you towards him. You struggled before him, so he bared his knife at you. Your eyes widened and you froze, nearly able to see your own reflection in it. The blood on it had yet to dry. You shuddered. Now he stood over you, holding his knife. “If killing me is what you want, then get it over with already!” You pleaded. He just stood there, breathing deeply beneath his mask. He crouched down, trying to get eye level with you. His blue eyes became visible. He looked so calm. He slowly began to raise the knife, causing your heart rate to increase instantly, you closed your eyes, waiting for impact.

You felt the back of his cold blade caress your jawline. Your eyes fluttered open, still scared and full of tears. He gazed at you, tilting his head as he examined your features. You shivered, your jaw chattering in fear. Your eyes darted back and forth from his knife which traced your jaw, and his own eyes. You heard footsteps coming down the stairs, they were slow, and cautious. You wanted to scream ‘run away!’ and warn the soon-to-be victim, but you were frozen in confusion and fear. Peering around the corner you saw Jake, who was trying to come to your rescue. The Shape looked over his shoulder, sensing a presence behind him. He stood up vehemently, turning around to pursue Jake. Jake gasped and stumbled backwards. He was out of your sight now, but you heard his footsteps rushing up the stairs. Around the corner, The Shape disappeared. The silence was deafening. You slowly came to. Your breathing began to pick up, your hands slapped the cold concrete as you pushed yourself up. Your legs wobbled as you stood, causing you to have to crawl out of the basement on your hands and knees. You heard screams in the distance, souls crying out in pain. Their screams seemed to echo infinitely. You looked around in the cold night, creeping towards the direction of weeping. You found Jake now hooked, blood seeping through his shirt, dripping from his shoes. He looked up at you as you approached him to remove him from the hook. His eyes fluttered and closed, it was like he was trying to say something but was too woozy. As you raised your hands up to help him, a large hand grasped the back of your shirt, tearing you away. You screamed in fright, your arms still outstretched towards Jake. Your body was tossed to the ground. You looked up, The Shape standing over you. You stumbled backwards on all fours. He simply stood there, watching you. It was as if he wanted you to run. You flee the scene, running as fast as you could. You heard a crack in the sky, loud groaning filled your ears as you saw the claws of The Entity stretch down from the sky, raising your friends into the unknown. It was just you now, no one to help you. You ran until you couldn’t anymore, your mouth dry, your heart racing in your ears. It felt like it was going to explode. You collapsed behind a pile of scrap metal, backing up as close to it as you could, trying to hide. You couldn’t help but feel like he was somewhere watching you, this whole time. Like you hadn’t evaded his eyes once. Out of the shadows he appeared, approaching you at a steady pace. You began to sob, hiding your face in your hands. The Shape stood over you, the sound of his breathing behind his mask rhythmic. Your hands shook as you slowly pulled them away from your face to peer up at him. He squatted in front of you, gently pushing the back of his blade to your face. He slid it under your chin, lifting your face to meet his. It was apparent now that if he wanted you dead, you would be out of this trial already. Instead, he wanted your company. So there you stayed, in the cold fog, with the company of Evil itself. He took your hand, both your hand and his sticky with dried blood. Your heart rate slowed, taking comfort in the touch of another. He stood, lifting you with him. Not a word was shared between the two of you, it was up to you to understand his actions. Slightly startling you, he bent down and swept you off your feet. Instead of holding you over his shoulder like the others, he carried you bridal style. Your heart throbbed for a moment. What did he see in you? Wasn’t he pure evil? Sights set and programmed to sacrifice all victims to The Entity? He carried you to the house, finding a place to cozy up with you.

He set you down gently, brushing your hair out of your eyes. You looked up at him, his radiating blue eyes were so beautiful. Of course the eyes of the devil were bound to be stunning.. “S-so.. is this.. what you want?” You peeped, peering up at him. “To.. to spend a little time together?” You asked. He said nothing, only gazing down at you calmly. He gently touched your shoulder, continuing to look into your eyes, nothing more. He crouched down, moving into a seated position with his back up against the wall. He looked up at you, eyes demanding and wanting. You knew what he wanted, so you followed suit and sat beside him. He grabbed you while you started to sit, causing you to gasp. He twisted you to the side and pulled you into his lap. “Okay, i’ll lay here-“ you responded. So there the two of you stayed, The Shape petting your hair, running his bloody fingers through it, playing with it. He caressed your shoulders and your figure. You couldn’t see his face from this angle, but you could tell he was relaxed. The two of you lounged there together for a while, hearing nothing but the eerie sounds of Coldwind Farm and The Shape’s deep breathing. Occasionally, he would groan as if he was in pain, causing you to ask “are you okay?” as if you would get a response. Suddenly, he took his hands off your body and grabbed his head, groaning in pain. You sat up, and he stood quickly. You didn’t understand what was hurting him, but it was The Entity telling him it was time for the final sacrifice of the trial. He took your hand, and anxiety filled you once again. You still didn’t understand if you could trust him entirely.. but why was he keeping you? Why hadn’t he just sacrificed you with the others? He led you out of the house, marching through the fields at quite the speed. He was tall, and his long legs carried him fast. You had to jog to keep up. Still holding your hand, he led you to the hatch. It’s comforting hum filled your ears, relieving your anxiety as you thought of the familiar feeling of escaping a trial. You looked up at him, and you could see sadness in his eyes. Before you had the chance to say anything to him, he turned and walked away, disappearing in the fog. You stood there speechless, wondering if he would come back. After a while, you knew it was just time for you to go. Although the escape was a relief, you couldn’t help but feel saddened. Maybe you’ll see him again soon, in another trial.

Thanks for reading! Let me know if you would like me to write more like this, or a follow up.

[smoll-jake]

Based loosly on my fanfiction i think 🤔 pretty sure i did not uploud the next chapter so it wont make much sense i suppose ANYWAY poor jakes legs :(

[klutzygutsi]

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[ravenclue-art]

Time to post my other beloved boys, am I right?