#micahel myers

[brokehorrorfan]

Fangoria has a Halloween design by Rucking Fotten available on T-shirts ($28) and long sleeves ($40). Each style is limited to 100 and features glow-in-the-dark ink.

[skiplo-wave]

Yo rate all ur blorbos tits !

Kylo Ren 12/10 #1 beeflo stan right here

Star platinum another 12/10 see Jotaro's head? Perfect spot to bury my face in UwU

Reiner Braun 8/10 only cause this is only pic and of course low res smh

Tony stark 10/10 I miss him and his tiddy window shirts :'(

Doctor Strange 10/10

Jason Vorhees and Michael myers 9/10 babygirls always covered up but I know their tiddies fat

Steven Grant and Marc Spector 20/10 (same body sure but still double the tiddy) I also add Jake but no front picture of him :'(

In conclsion

[slasherbish]

Quiet Nights Part 14

After the group left Michael stalked them. He noticed the girl becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He smirked under his mask knowing that he hadn’t lost his skills. His knife in his hand itching for fresh blood. He could feel the humanity draining as the mask took over. The blonde man was giddy as they headed in the direction of where the body was found. Jake looked the most cocky out of the three as if he thought that even if they ran into The Michael Myers that he’d be able to handle the monster in human skin. He continued to stalk them waiting for a good moment to strike. 

Unbeknownst to the killer, his human had been walking over to the sewer room after their shift to try and cool off after dealing with another fangirl tourist. They walked in thinking that Michael had either returned home or had still been stalking and therefore knew where they were. The man wasn’t there but that didn’t bother you much. You decided to sit and relax in the room that you had originally found the killer in. Smiling at the memories the two of you had in the space. 

The group of three had stupidly split up to look for any clues as to where the killer may be. Michael couldn’t have asked for a better group to start on. He first picked off the Blonde man by grabbing his throat and lifting the man off the ground. The man struggled but couldn’t scream or call for help. His hands clawed at the killers arm, fear flooding his face as he noticed the shining knife in Michaels hand. In quick swift movements The Shape stabbed the man's chest and stomach repeatedly. Blood pooled on the ground as the humans arms went limp. Michael threw the now very dead body against a tree with a satisfying thump. 

A bloodcurdling scream came from behind the killer. He turned in a heartbeat to see the woman standing in shock and fear. “Y..you killed him..” She managed to say before running away. She didn’t know these woods though and soon she was very lost. Michael kept his normal brisk pace and soon saw her tumble down a hill that led to a dry creek bed. He picked up the disoriented girl and for a moment bathed in the fear that radiated off of her. “I’m sorry, let us go. We shouldn’t have come here.” She whimpered out right before Michael impaled her on a nearby thick broken tree branch. She sputtered and gurgled out blood as she slowly and painfully died. Eventually her head went limp. Only then did Micahel turn his focus to the final survivor. 

His years of practice and his mask helped him hear more sharply and track almost expertly. The killer caught up to Jake easily and got two good stabs in before the man managed to run away. Luckily for The Shape his victim was running straight to the sewer room. He didn’t feel a need to hurry knowing he’d be trapped in that room. If only he had taken into account that he wasn’t the only one that spent time in that gross little room. 

Hearing noise coming from the entrance you called out with a smile “Oh Michael you must be off your game, I’ve been here for half an hour.” They froze as a voice responded. “Michael?? You know the fucking monster that just killed my friends?!” The familiar voice yelled. Fuck was all you could think, you were currently like a rat in a cage, stuck. The bleeding form of the man named Jake came into view. It was clear he had already come into contact with the infamous Shape of haddonfield. You feigned calmness “I see you found what you were looking for. Was he all you hoped for and more?” You even managed a smirk. “He’s a fucking monster and so are you!” He yelled as he ran at you. He managed to punch you square in the jaw nearling breaking it. This human was no joke, he had muscle. He continued beating on you as you tried to dodge and weave. Their face and body hurt and bled more than they’d like. Finally you pushed him off hard enough that his head hit a cement wall. He had to take a second to shake the blur from his vision. 

In this moment you smiled brightly through the pain and even laughed out loud. “The fuck are you laughing at whore. I’m going to kill you and then that monster” Jake yelled angrily. “Don’t call him a monster fuck face” You said holding your side. The Killer had shown up and was beyond pissed off. He slammed the mans face into the cement wall repeatedly and then dragged his face across the entirety of it leaving a bloody smear behind. Jake screamed out in pain but didn’t have any time to recover as the sickening crack of his arms could be heard. Michael then cracked his ribs one by one wanting to draw out the pain. (Y/n) grabbed the small knife they kept in their bag at all times and stabbed Jake in the thighs and abdomen over and over. Warm blood flowed over their hands and splattered onto the ground but they couldn’t care less. Michael was slightly surprised at his humans actions but didn’t think too much of it. Moments later the killer dropped the man to the ground, letting him drown in a shallow puddle of sewer water that was on the uneven floor of the room.  

You looked up at Michael with a smile right before you passed out from the injuries. The stone cold killer picked you up and brought you home to rest. 

tags @vampire-hunter @babygurl97 @adaydreamaway08 @villainfan @makosgubaog

[stardustpinkart]

Fave characters in general for horror movies. And I do mean very faves. Michael Myers, Jamie Lloyd, and Billy Lenz.

Jamie is a very interesting character. Shes cute as a button but goes through some very horrible things and meets a sad end.

Theres a lot of diffrent things you could do with the character and that includes things the film makers considered. Film 4 had them wondering if she could either take Michaels place(hench stabbing her foster mother), or being like his little sidekick. Like a dark Robin to Batman. I do like the idea of a supernatural element. Not the whole cult of Thron bullshit but, that there is a manifestation of evil in Micahel, and that it might pass to another. If Michael died would it go to Jamie, like the ending of film 4? Like she would stop being that sweet little girl and the evil would just take over her mind?

Other possibilities include, one fic I saw had him talking to her in her head, I also enjoy the connection element they seem to have in the movies. Personally I'd have ended it at 5, it'd have been scary ambigious for a start, the empty cell with burning candles. He'll come back, he always will.

Another idea I think could be Jamie being like Laurie in the 2018 movie? Her uncle will come back someday and he'll kill her, or she him, or each other. Get all prepped and ready and trained for it.

I was thinking for this pic, whatever reason he wants her for. Whether its to keep her like he wanted his sister Laurie as his only family, whether to kill her or shes like him or will become like him, she cant escape. It IS like a curse, no one can protect her or stop it.

[slasherhoe87]

Hey Honey, I was wondering if you had any ideas for a Michael Myers fic? I've honestly run out of ideas <3 Thank you for the amazing content 💗🥵🥺

Perhaps:

1. Fleeing Haddonfield with Michael after it gets way too dangerous with the law for both of you to stay living there and the two of you ending up in another serial killer's town... maybe Woodsboro, Ambrose, Crystal Lake etc... will the two of you make friends with them? Fight? Become lovers? etc

2. Childhood friends... and you actually helped Michael kill his sister (and Judith's bf and the stepdad if its RZ version)

3. You yourself are a serial killer and are hiding in Haddonfield and meet Michael perhaps on a hunt or just by chance

4. Michael is a pro window peeper and he really likes what he sees when peering into your window

5. Alternate Universe: what if Michael always had murderous thoughts but never acted out on them and he has a normal life... how do you fit in? Are you his wife, is he a teacher/professor, a cop? Mechanic? Will he finally snap in adulthood with you to witness it?

6. Stepbro Michael nsfw?

7. Stepdad nsfw Micahel in a The Last of Us setting?

That's all I can think of right now @megangovier20 with my sleepy brain. Hope something I suggested inspires you? 🤔🙂

[aumwilleatyou]

FUCK IT IM NOT DOING MICAHEL MYERS ANYMORE IM GOING OUT AS RED GUY FROM DHMIS

[hrroruja]

You’re the the victim that Michael spares and barely tolerates and I’m one of the“voices”from his mind we ain’t the same.

[cyberneticslasher]

HHHHHHHHHHH heres my contribution to the fandom, these are horrible lmao

[frog-cultist]

@0shark-babe0 so I made some too for the collection if you don’t mind☺️👉👈

[teaandslashers]

Hey, could I have a match up? I’m a 5’2 Indian girl, with black hair a blue eyes. I weigh 93 pounds, so more on the petite side! I’m straight, and extremely submissive, and I love dominance and tall, strong men. Thank you!💕

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I pair you with… 

Michael Myers!

Of course, I see Michael as a perfect fit for you, he’s basically everything you’re looking for to the t. 

Michael being a fairly strong and dominating tall individual, wouldn’t have any problem dominating you to the max. Though you would have to deal with him leaving days at a time, the time you do have with him are the best. 

He appreciates your short stature as that means he can easily carry you, toy with you, and just be a general pest when it comes to bothering you. 

Other possible options: Jason Vorhees

[brokehorrorfan]

Firmly established as the premier source for high quality yet affordable horror movie masks, Trick or Treat Studios continues to diversify their licenses and expand into new product lines.

You've made it through Halloween, now try and survive Christmas. These Trick or Treat Studios products are perfect for the horror fan on your shopping list this holiday season:

Punish the naughty like Billy Chapman with Trick or Treat Studios' Silent Night, Deadly Night costume. The set includes a jacket, pants, hat, belt, wig/beard, gloves, and axe. The "one size fits most" costume is a bit oversized on my scrawny, 5'8" frame, but adding a pillow for a belly rectified that issue. The material is stretchy and comfortable but not warm.

The axe is also available separately. With Billy actor Robert Brian Wilson along with Silent Night, Deadly Night Part 2's Eric Freeman becoming regulars on the convention circuit, it would make a great display piece with ample room on the blade for each of them to sign.

Like Hallmark for genre fans, Trick or Treat's Holiday Horrors line consists of highly-detailed resin ornaments. Halloween is my favorite movie, so I'm happy to have it represented on my tree thrice over. I already had Michael Myers, modeled after his appearance in Halloween II (and now they have one based on the first film).

The jack o'lantern — instantly recognizable from Halloween's opening title sequence — is a literal highlight, as it lights up to mimic a flickering candle within. I'm impressed by the attention to detail on Judith Myers' tombstone, complete with faux dirt on the portion that would have been in the ground before being transplanted by Michael.

Controversial opinion: Krampus is my favorite Michael Dougherty movie. I love Trick 'r Treat as much as the next horror fan, but Krampus perfectly captures the holiday spirit. I'm putting the Krampus Bell enamel pin on my stocking to ensure I'm not on the naughty list.

The Misfits may sing about Halloween, but their Fiend mascot is ready for holidays with a Christmas tree-scented air freshener. I'm using it as an ornament to give some life to my artificial tree.

Gwar has lent its name to everything from whiskey and barbecue sauce to CBD and sex toys. Trick or Treat will be releasing Gwar figures next year, but four ornaments are available now. The Flying Eye design is screen-printed on a 3" metal ornament with a ribbon for easy hanging.

Trick or Treat's recent foray into the action figure market has been a fruitful one, led by the 1:6 scale Michael Myers figure from the original Halloween. The Shape stands 12" tall, has 30+ points of articulation, and is clothed in a fabric jumpsuit with a working zipper. Two interchangeable hands and a knife are included.

Presentation can really set the tone for a gift. If you're giving someone a Michael Myers figure this cool, you have to wrap it in Trick or Treat's wrapping paper featuring Bob Gleason's iconic poster art. The roll comes out to 30" by 96".

Items featured in this article:

Silent Night, Deadly Night - Billy Chapman Costume - $179.99

Silent Night, Deadly Night - Axe - $39.99

Halloween II - Micahel Myers Ornament - $19.99

Halloween - Jack O'Lantern Ornament - $19.99

Halloween - Judith Myers Tombstone Ornament - $9.99

Krampus - Bell Enamel Pin - $12

Misfits - Holiday Fiend Fear Freshener - $3.99

Gwar - Flying Eye Ornament - $9.99

Halloween - Michael Myers 1:6 Scale Figure - $119.99

Halloween - Poster Wrapping Paper - $11.99

[datenightfright]

Ayyy Penelope *fingerguns at you* How about a little angst with a happy ending? I was just thinking that the s/o could hsve amnesia and don't remember anything about their deadly boyfriend. And since now they might have a chance at a normal life the killer decides to leave them. (Insert angst here) ...But after... let's say about two months there's suddenly a very angry, very teary eyed s/o at their door after remembering their love, telling them that they felt empty without them.

Ayy anon *fingerguns back at you* HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?! I goddamn LOVE this trope! 

Michael: Michael let you go without a second thought. He doesn’t regret it, but damned if he doesn’t ache for you. When he looked through that window, to see you warm, smiling, laughing even, he decided just to leave you. There was no real life you two could have together, nothing he could really offer you. He was aware what he was doing to people, but he’d never cared…not until you lost your memories of him. 

He hated himself, hated what he was. He was hoping to have a happy ending with you, but…happy endings didn’t exist when you were the villain. For awhile, he killed in anger. Then, he just killed because…well, it’s the only thing he knew how to do. There was nothing left for him.

He was patrolling his house for intruders, it was around Halloween, and stupid teenagers liked to dare their friends to spend a night in the infamous Myers household. He stopped when he heard the door bang open. “Michael Audrey Myers you get your ass down here now!” It…it can’t be! He rushes to the foyer, stopping at the top of the stairs to see you. Crying with anger. “How dare you?!” You yell at him, “How dare you leave me?! I was alone for months! How could-” You’re cut off by Michael slamming his lips into yours, so happy to have you back. You returned it without hesitation. “Don’t look so smug,” You growl, “You have three months of abandonment to pay for.” 

Thomas: He fingers the old photo of you, smiling at him lovingly while cuddling in bed. Hoyt had snapped the picture at the behest of Luda Mae. She’d spent months taking pictures of you two, happy and very much in love, and put it in a scrap book. All a part of a secret and elaborate plan for Tommy to ask you to marry him. But now you were no longer with him. 

You hadn’t left, or died, oh no, it was much, much worse. You had forgotten about him. Forgotten about your love. Thomas blames himself, had he never let that victim escape…but the deed was done, and you were happy without him, all the while he was drowning in sorrow. 

He tried to look at the positive side of things, at the very least, he’d gotten to know what it was like to fall in love. To be loved and to make love, to not have a care in the world. He cries himself to sleep most nights, tonight, is no different. 

Perhaps it’s the thunder, perhaps he was just exhausted from the misery, but whatever the case, he started when he was hit hard with a pillow. “You goddamned bastard!” you screech. “You left me! Why didn’t you come back for me?” He looks on at you, dumbfounded. He was never one to talk much, but all he could muster up was a sob, if a bit of a happy one, of his own. He gathers you into his arms, squeezing you tight. He’d spend the rest of his life making it up to you. 

Brahms Heelshire: His mother once told him that love wasn’t selfish. He’d never known the meaning of her words until the day he lost you. He’d come to visit you, pretending to be a family member, and you hadn’t even recognized him, you’d simply forgotten him. He had a plan to make you remember…until he saw you with your family. 

You remembered your kindly aunt that you visited every Saturday, only because you’d grown up with her. And you looked so very happy. Brahms realized his mother’s words and let you go. He wanted to keep you, but he couldn’t. 

He came home. He didn’t have a tantrum, no melt down, no screaming, crying, or anything. Instead, he simply sat at his writing desk, turned on music, your song, the song you would dance to every time it came on, and he began to write.

They were letters. Long rambling love letters. He did what he did best, he pretended. He pretended you were on a long and far away adventure. And that you couldn’t receives letters. He pretended to have promised you to write you a letter every day. He pretended the children missed you, that he’d caught his butler kissing the maid rather passionately. For an entire year he played pretend. 

Then one day, he didn’t have to. He was looking out at the driveway from the attic window. He recognized your car, but it took him a moment to realize he was actually seeing it and not making it up. He rushes down the attic stairs, stops to make sure his hair is as fluffy as you loved it, and rushed through the house to greet you.

He stops when he sees you at the door, still confused. He approaches you slowly as you look at him, trying to figure out who he is. You didn’t remember, not yet, so why were you here. “Um,” You start, reaching into your purse. You pull out the locket he’d given you as a present. “I remember loving you,” You tell him, holding the locket out, “I just don’t remember you.” It didn’t matter. Brahms meets you the rest of the way and pull you into a gentle hug.

He’s a changed man, he’s going to selfless from now on. He’ll make you breakfast in bed, he’ll rub your feet, he’ll help you clean. Most importantly, he’ll let you read his letters. 

[hyper-cryptic]

SURVIVOR AU WITH MY BABYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

(( FAST DOODLES ACUALLY LOL))

[ash-arts-a-thing]

I went to a nightclub Halloween party the other day dressed as Michael Myers and ended up dancing with someone dressed as Jason. Could that be a comic prompt? It was fun. I was surprised by just how many people are attracted to Michael Myers!

A short comic of two besties killing it on the dance floor, I hope it isn’t too short

[kainscape]

Back to the Start ~ Michael Myers: TW Another one where the reader dies.

AN: I'll proofread it when I'm done crying

The emotions he hasn't felt since Dr. Loomis and Smiths Grove were being forced out of him like a guilty confession. It was intolerable since it was you who was the lawyer. You were the reason the feelings were coming out of their hiding. But these aggressive and hurtful thoughts weren't there until now.

He used to see you as someone to come too at night. A person to take care of him no matter what he had done through the night, or what he saw of you; you were his physical caretaker and lover. Something he deemed important.

Yet, it started off as the urges taking over, stalking you. He had been hunting as his usual daily activity, spotting out the prey he wanted that moment. Michael had known where you were at all times, your subconscious daily routine and how you would react to certain situations. All the times he could have easily ridden your life from the world were passed up countless times.

You were just another damned victim, so how could he be seeing you this way. An attractive person who showed signs of being a great partner for him. Someone who can take on his absurd actions without any struggle. Michael knew he was capable of anything, physically that is. But the emotional quality was something on a different path.

He somehow convinced you and himself that it was you that he needed. Not the blood, or the begging for mercy. Just you as an alive being to let him come home to. It was decent by his terms when the days went on, the grasping urges quieting down as he mended the bond between himself and positive feelings. The now unimportant decision that he could actually love you was forgotten, almost as though he was lying to himself.

It was discarded when he heard the familiar sirens that flashed red and blue. He knew what had happened when he took in your facial reaction to it, the once tense body ever so relaxing. You revealed his hidden identity to the police in the town. Giving up everything about The Shape of Haddonfield. The impossibly cold and sinful glare was all you needed; the primal instinct to run into the safest place nearby flushing out everything in your brain.

It was record time as the last life was took from the police force. You didn't know when you experienced the man who could have the title of Death, but it wasn't in the past yet. He was here in the vicinity because Michael didn't leave his bodies far behind. The mutilated remains only he could achieve littering the ground.

He knew you were here, and he knew he would get you. It was horrible you could sense that there was no avoiding him. It was only a matter of unfortunate time for when he would get to you. The universal timer had started with no button to stop it. It was in the back of his head, where the voices were whispering; he cared for you and you threw it away.

His body wasn't his, it was only the vehicle for the ultimate bloodlust. Michael was forgetting you as he hunted. Trying to forget all the times he felt your hands reach out to him with dilated eyes. Even if you did love him or appreciated his presence, you made your final choice. A choice that would leave you at the unmerciful end of his blade.

The impulsiveness lead you to a hide away place somewhere in an unsafe house. You didn't know where you were but he was not far behind. Uncomfortable and unhealthy amounts of adrenaline was rushing too fast through your body, unable to keep up with the thoughts of Michael getting ahold of you.

Making a straight line for the kitchen, there was a sliver of golden hope incase there was a knife, possibly a gun in the bedroom too. Ransacking the already empty house, there was a knife comparable to the hunters in a molding kitchen knife block. You obviously did not have a chance at gaining the upper hand on Michael, but there wasn't much you could do but wait for him yo find you.

The Haddonfield's murderer was right there with you, in the same house he had grown up in. Oblivious you were in the old Myers house, his violent body hidden and showered by the dark. He observed you, like he had done before. It seems to him like he was just lengthen the hunt, not actually preferring you as a partner. Yet, that sent a gnawing ache to his chest as if he gad impaled himself with his weapon.

Why was that thought so sensitive to him, it was true after all. Another sharp and agonizing wave pressed against him. His eyes watched as you squirmed with anticipation for his appearance, ready to fight for your life even though it was an inevitable death awaiting you. Not only were the aggressive emotions present, the attachment towards you was taking its toll at an alarming rate. The fight in his head raging on as his body followed through with the original plan.

You felt like ice had been dropped down your shirt, the pair of primal hunter eyes eating you alive as you realized Michael was here. The throbbing grip on your only sense of safety was somehow tightened, ready as if he would pounce at any second. He did quite the opposite though, hounding you into the wall at an unbearably gradual pace. Now was the time you registered his appearance that left you repulsed.

It wasn't the mass amounts of blood from each of the bodies you saw, or the pieces of flesh sliding down the blade. No, it couldn't compare to the face that penetrated your soul with the eyes you've only seen behind the mask. It was reveled to you, the flesh face that was named Michael Myers. A human sent from Hell you told yourself as he was now an arm lengths away.

What you didn't know was the ongoing clash within his head that physically hurt. The humane feelings that were slowly drowned out by the savage voices that couldn't be helped. More and more, he failed at convincing himself that you were worth keeping alive. You didn't run or yell and alert the people near by, you only shook in an unmoving state. A frozen over fear that gripped your body with unrelenting force.

Its was useless running from this so-called human, his abilities beyond yours entirely. The tears flowed freely down reddened cheeks of yours, the pain an fear swelling inside you. Michael hadn't moved from his spot a few feet in front of you, plenty of time for you to escape the jaws of death until you were faced with him again. You remained there, the control over your body burning away.

The feelings he had for you were being ripped away from him, the heaviness tumbling into his eyes as a form of release. The tears were packed with the fondness of you, and any other humanity that was stored away. It was peculiar to see the universal sign of sadness dripping from the cold face that radiated blood lust.

Michael took the final step forward, driving the silver blade into your hearts resting place. It wasn't quick and far from merciful, the fire licking at your tendons and nerves. The blood coated your throat, spilling out your mouth with viscous coughs. Your arms had found the males arms, wrangling them as the knife nicked the central point of life inside you.

The tears were draining from your eyes in heavy amounts, opposite of the dry ones stained Michaels cheeks. It was the only thing you to shared in the end, different meanings for you both. His body squashed yours into the wall, the knife buried deep inside you. It was oddly comforting in these last muddled reactions. His body was warm, coated in the red substance as it rubbed onto your clothes.

The only thing that flashed before your eyes was the red and blue signals that the cops were near again. Blank color consumed your senses, your survival ending as your blood was just another addition to his mechanics suit. Hus arm wrenched back, the knife creating a hole in your corpse as he pulled it out.

He was back at the start. The undying Shape of Haddonfield had taken over for good.

[nivinink]