#michael myers 2018

[osirisisv]

Here.

What you always wanted. 🍬💕

Michael is too shy to kiss you yet, he hopes this is enough <3

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!

From our beloved boy mickey 🥰❤️💕

[incorrect-random-fandom]

Michael, refusing to die: I think I am going to violate the laws of nature on purpose.

[dootys]

Random cute and tender moments with slashers - part 1

This started as one cute idea for Tommy, but then more and more inspirations came up and I did sketches for other slashers as well. As you can see, I can't draw clean lines, but I'm still quite happy how it all turned out.

A/N: I have never drawn neutral character before and I'm obviously pretty bad at it, so it looks different on each drawing 🙈

Part 2 is here

This is personal heaven for Thomas. Nothing calms him down more than lying in bed with you after long day and snuggling up to your growing belly. And when he feels the small kick for the first time? This giant brute bursts in tears and dies of happiness on spot ❤️

Jason really enjoyes spending time outside the cabin. He loves walking through the woods, but his favourites are picnics, especially on the pier by the lake. Just sitting there, listening to the sound of nature and relaxing without mask, because he feels comfortable with you ❤️

Michael (OG) is stoic as usual, but he secretly loves the affection, he just don't know how to express it and how to ask for it. So when you hug him, he will huff in annoyance, but you know he likes it (otherwise he would push you away😅)

This is one of the rare moments, when Michael (RZ) is completely relaxed. If you lean closer and you are lucky, you can even hear him hum. He wouldn't admit it, but he loves when you play with his hair ❤️

Michael (2018) is not morning person and he can be really grumpy if you approach him too early. He needs his space. But once he has his hot black coffee, his mood changes almost instantly. He loves these mornings with you. So get your ass here, he wants a hug before breakfast 😘

[kettlemouse13]

For Him

2018 Michael Myers x Reader

An intruder enters a house with the intent to hunt down the infamous boogeyman. Guess neither he nor the intruder were aware that you always have this boogeyman’s back.

Warning: The following contains dark themes such as violence, gore, and descriptions of a panic attack.

Reader’s discretion is advised.

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When entering the living room, the first thing you would notice was the feet dangling over the couch arm, followed by deep, peaceful breaths. There, the large figure laid, chest rising and falling with each respiration. Body looking uncomfortably stiff, though this was when he was most a peace. Eyes closed behind his weathered mask was the only usual indication he was asleep.

He was completely oblivious to the creaking of the hardwood floor under someone’s feet, her steps recklessly loud for an attempt at stealth but the shape did not stir, body completely exhausted from his rage induced massacre.

The intruder glared at the slumbering being, seemingly willing him to drop dead. Though, she supposed that, once she was through with the shape, he will do so in just a moment. With murderous intent, the intruder lifted her hand above her head, a blade gleaming in the artificial light, ready to strike with a killing blow.

A yelp ripped from her throat when pain erupted in her scalp, a hand yanking her back by the hair. The intruder wasn’t aware of the adrenaline induced panting until she was already in your grasp. The knife she so stupidly dropped was pressed into the flesh of her neck, leaving a stinging sensation.

The boogeyman shot up after the yelp, head whipping to your direction.

“The HELL are you doing in MY house.” You were seething, absolutely angry that this dumbass woman would break an entry and then attempt to murder Michael.

“Are you fucking blind!? Let me kill the son of a bitc—”

Her sentence was abruptly interrupted by the sound of gurgling, blood pouring and bubbling from the slit in her throat, any sound she tried to make only forced the crimson liquid to flood from her lips.

With a step back, you watched her body drop to the ground with a thud, nothing could be heard but the dripping of blood from your murder weapon and the sound of your own pulse in your ears.

You just killed someone.

The mere thought was enough to snap you out of your own rage, now the only thought you had was the blood coating your hands.

You took someone’s life.

Your breathing began to pick up in pace as you stumbled back another step, becoming dizzy and nauseous all at once.

She is dead because of you.

Tears burned at your eyes, obscuring your vision as all you could focus on was the scarlet pool expanding across your floor.

You slit her throat.

You fell to the floor, knees too weak to hold you up as everything around you disappeared, absolutely deaf to anything around you.

A firm hand grasped your jaw, their fingers digging into your cheeks slightly. The sensation ripped you from your own head.

Michael. He was in a squat infront of you, his mismatched eyes burning holes into your own from behind his mask, watching you intently his presence beckoned you from your panicked thoughts. The grip he had on your jaw was less than gentle, but the intent behind it was comfort enough.

Your free hand reached up, grasping his shoulder as the unshed tears began to fall.

Michael shifted into a seated position, legs crossed infront of him as he hooked his hands under your armpits, lifting you enough to place you in his lap. He didn’t quite know what he was doing, mimicking people he’s seen comfort others and wrapping his arms around your middle, pulling you as close a possible.

The sensation was unusual to you, Michael hugging you was something that never happened before, it almost gave you whiplash. But your body made it well known how much you needed this, to be held. Your arms wrapped around his neck in a loose, non threatening hold, the bloodied knife still clutched in a death grip.

Yes you killed someone, but you did it for Michael.

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Reblogs are appreciated <3

[horns-n-jams]

Possible sticker/charm desing me thinks

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

The boys try Boba

Based off of the short conversation I had with @brandnewhuman

Jason Voorhees 🌲

First sip, he was convinced it was spoiled. Like when your milk goes bad and gets chunky

Second sip, it's his new favorite thing in the world.

Thinks it's beautiful, he likes the colors.

His favorite is milk tea with lavender and lemon Boba.

It makes him think of being sick and his mom making him tea.

Probably uses his sad eyes once a week to convince you to buy him some

Michael Myers 🎃

Doesn't listen to your instructions

Dumbass just chugs it

Like drunk frat boy doing shots

Chokes himself, you have no pity for him.

Likes to pop the Boba, but loves to pop it aimed at your face

Likes brown sugar Boba the best

Brahms Heelshire 🐀

Omg this bitch

The most complicated order known to man

One of those 2 shots of this, half pump of that

White Woman's Instagram™️

Seriously, he takes so many pictures of the drink on your phone

TBH, He always orders the most expensive drink on the menu

Billy Lenz 🎄

My man is a menace to society

Leave it to the moaner to make Boba sexual

"Y-you like those balls in your mouth? "

Comes up with the most strangest combinations.

Like water with boba. Or something like watermelon slush with egg pudding and a shot of espresso.

But he is partial to hazelnut milk tea with brown sugar Boba

Bo Sinclair 🛻

Annoyed hick mode™️ activated

Is personally offended by the texture of Boba

Makes it a point of telling you so. EVERY TIME

So you try the jellies instead and he loves it.

Makes you order it for him, doesn't want to look like a city slicker

Thai Tea with almond jelly. Get him that. He'll love you forever.

Vincent Sinclair 🎨

Brahms™️ but less pretentious

Aesthetics™️

He wants to know the history, the process behind Boba.

Unlike his brother, he loves the texture

Sometimes forgets to actually drink it because he just wants to draw it

is a Earl grey milk tea kind of guy.

[michaelmyers-isdaddy]

random michael myers hc nobody asked for |

plus-sized/chubby s/o

I was bored so I came up with a few headcanon's plus i apologize to my followers I haven't been active lately because I've been gaming to much😅 anyways I hope you all enjoy!

@ddeadlystbbxx i was listening to streets by doja cat while I wrote this

micheal found out how he felt for you through romance movies. you had to go to work so you just put on a random movie on for him to give him something to do. he wanted to kiss you so bad but he didn't know how so he would pay closer attention to the kiss scenes in movies. and surprisingly he is a good kisser.

if you are plus-sized or chubby you will make his cold heart melt. he loves giving you hugs and cuddling he especially loves laying his head on those thicc thighs 😉 and if you're feeling down about your body he will worship your body for hours, he thinks your an absolute goddess and he will make damn sure you will feel like one too.

though he doesn't have mommy issues he loves it when you get protective of him or when you're motherly, one time he burned up with fever while coming down with a cold and you took care of him taking his temperature every 4 hours and making him soup, he loved getting all of your attention so much he faked being sick for a few more days.

even though he is stubborn he lowkey  loves when you pamper him, one night he came home full of dirt and blood so you ran him a bath and scrubbed and massaged him, you actually had to wake him up a few times.

he likes to watch you put your make-up on he doesn't know why you need it but it fascinates him watching you put it on kinda creeped out by your false eyelashes though, like one time you left them on the bathroom counter top and he slammed his hand down on them like 10 times thinking it was a spider, you had to stop him from taking his knife out and stabbing them.

michael wouldn't want to think of you as his girlfriend he thinks of you as his wife, to him it means that you're his forever. he will eventually get you a ring (more like steal but that's okay he's doing his best) he will hunt for married couples more often, if he finally finds a ring that reminds him of you he will take it, when he gets home he gives it to you not bothering to wash the blood off.

if you have mental or physical illnesses and your not feeling good on some days he will stay with you like I'm talking glued to your side, he is also 1000000% protective mode if you're ill, if you're sleeping and the neighbors are cutting their lawn or making any kind of ruckus he will silence them if you know what I mean. 🔪🔪🔪

he loves your cooking even if you burned the food he will eat it.

he only talks to you but not full sentences just words he is more of showing actions rather than words, he will compliment you all the time he'll say words like "pretty or "beautiful" in a deep voice.

if you're going in the shower or bath he will follow. to him it's just an excuse to see you naked.

[kettlemouse]

For Him

2018 Michael Myers x Reader

An intruder enters a house with the intent to hunt down the infamous boogeyman. Guess neither he nor the intruder were aware that you always have this boogeyman's back.

Warning: The following contains dark themes such as violence, gore, and descriptions of a panic attack.

Reader's discretion is advised.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When entering the living room, the first thing you would notice was the feet dangling over the couch arm, followed by deep, peaceful breaths. There, the large figure laid, chest rising and falling with each respiration. Body looking uncomfortably stiff, though this was when he was most a peace. Eyes closed behind his weathered mask was the only usual indication he was asleep.

He was completely oblivious to the creaking of the hardwood floor under someone's feet, her steps recklessly loud for an attempt at stealth but the shape did not stir, body completely exhausted from his rage induced massacre.

The intruder glared at the slumbering being, seemingly willing him to drop dead. Though, she supposed that, once she was through with the shape, he will do so in just a moment. With murderous intent, the intruder lifted her hand above her head, a blade gleaming in the artificial light, ready to strike with a killing blow.

A yelp ripped from her throat when pain erupted in her scalp, a hand yanking her back by the hair. The intruder wasn't aware of the adrenaline induced panting until she was already in your grasp. The knife she so stupidly dropped was pressed into the flesh of her neck, leaving a stinging sensation.

The boogeyman shot up after the yelp, head whipping to your direction.

"The HELL are you doing in MY house." You were seething, absolutely angry that this dumbass woman would break an entry and then attempt to murder Michael.

"Are you fucking blind!? Let me kill the son of a bitc—"

Her sentence was abruptly interrupted by the sound of gurgling, blood pouring and bubbling from the slit in her throat, any sound she tried to make only forced the crimson liquid to flood from her lips.

With a step back, you watched her body drop to the ground with a thud, nothing could be heard but the dripping of blood from your murder weapon and the sound of your own pulse in your ears.

You just killed someone.

The mere thought was enough to snap you out of your own rage, now the only thought you had was the blood coating your hands.

You took someone's life.

Your breathing began to pick up in pace as you stumbled back another step, becoming dizzy and nauseous all at once.

She is dead because of you.

Tears burned at your eyes, obscuring your vision as all you could focus on was the scarlet pool expanding across your floor.

You slit her throat.

You fell to the floor, knees too weak to hold you up as everything around you disappeared, absolutely deaf to anything around you.

A firm hand grasped your jaw, their fingers digging into your cheeks slightly. The sensation ripped you from your own head.

Michael. He was in a squat infront of you, his mismatched eyes burning holes into your own from behind his mask, watching you intently his presence beckoned you from your panicked thoughts. The grip he had on your jaw was less than gentle, but the intent behind it was comfort enough.

Your free hand reached up, grasping his shoulder as the unshed tears began to fall.

Michael shifted into a seated position, legs crossed infront of him as he hooked his hands under your armpits, lifting you enough to place you in his lap. He didn't quite know what he was doing, mimicking people he's seen comfort others and wrapping his arms around your middle, pulling you as close a possible.

The sensation was unusual to you, Michael hugging you was something that never happened before, it almost gave you whiplash. But your body made it well known how much you needed this, to be held. Your arms wrapped around his neck in a loose, non threatening hold, the bloodied knife still clutched in a death grip.

Yes you killed someone, but you did it for Michael.

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Reblogs are appreciated <3

[avocadoraisin]

the sequel boys are hanging out

[osirisisv]

Local Boogeyman too old to commit war crimes! 👴🏻🎃🔪

Peepaw my beloved <3

[incorrect-random-fandom]

Michael, to Laurie: You only hate me because I've tried to kill you multiple times and will continue to. Get over yourself.

[kazarka]

My new answer from "Dead by Daylight ask" group

[clarkarts24]

Halloween VHS Spines

Instagram

[horns-n-jams]

Take your kid to work Michael edition

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Monday Blues

Even serial killers get sad.

@brandnewhuman wanted some angst.

There was some days that you couldn't reach him.

No matter how much you tried.

No amount soft words. No amount of soft touches. Absolutely nothing you did worked.

But you still tried.

Today was one of those days for Michael. You could tell from the moment he woke up he felt...off. The air around his hulking body was thick and tense. Like one wrong move could send him spiraling down.

Like dominoes, but with the boogeyman incarnate.

Was there stil part of your mind that feared days like this? You would be lying if you said otherwise. How could you not?

And Michael felt that. He always felt that.

He always knew how you walked on eggshells on these days. And he didn't blame you.

He was a monster after all.

And yet, you stayed.

Even in his rage-filled moments, throwing vases at walls. Breaking the furniture with his bare hands, splintering the wood. His hands swinging his knife into the wall, over and over again, picturing whatever face he hated that day.

Someday it was Loomis. The old man glaring, calling him soulless, demented. A monster. There might have been a time where Michael could have trusted the doctor. But one could only take so much.

Sometimes it's his sister, her cruel names. Sometimes it's his parents, their oblivion to the mental downfall of their son. Or Laurie, the victim that got away.

Sometimes though, more often than not, it's himself. His own ugly face, his own disgusting thing of a body. His own inability to fully let you, the only good thing he ever had, into his cold, black heart.

He was a monster.

And yet, you stayed

He often thought maybe you were a dream, some hallucination brought on by the years of heavy drugs being forced down his throat. Some sort of ghost, demon, tormenting him with the thought of what could have been.

Michael Myers was afraid.

He terrified of waking up one day to your broken body. He'd have nightmares about it. Your blood staining the sheets , your skin and his hands. You let out a choked cry, asking him why he did this.

And he couldn't console you, he could never heal your wounds. All he could do is sit there, watching as you bleed out and the life drains from your beautiful eyes.

He was afraid of you seeing how much better you would be without him, how much happier. He knew living with him was like living with Jekyll and Hyde. You never knew if he was the man or the monster.

"Michael..." Your soft voice called to him "Please talk to me, please tell me what you need."

“Did anyone ever tell you how pathetic you are? It’s incredible how low my standards are for you.”

Michael covered his ears with his hands, trying to block out the voice. Deep down, he knew that it wasn't your voice. No, you were far too nice to say something that cruel.

"Do you really think someone would ever want a monster like you? Putting up with the constant fear of death? "

You were taken by surprise by Michael whimpering. With his hands cradling his head, Michael began to rock back and forth. Your lips trembled and your hands reach out to him.

He shoved you away.

You staggered back, catching yourself on the dresser. It was the first time that he had ever pushed you. The worst time his hands were anything but gentle towards you.

"Michael? Please, please. Don't push me away. Please let me in. I can't-"

You let out a broken sob, tears rolling down your cheek "For fucks sake, Michael! This is not how a relationship is supposed to work!"

You shoved him back, barely moving him "I've been beyond patient with you, Michael! I love you so much, but I can't do this anymore. I need you to trust me. To tell me what you want, what you need from me!"

You sunk down to your knees, placing your head against his thigh "Why don't you trust me? "

And to be totally honest, Michael didn't know. Maybe it was himself he didn't trust. Maybe you were better off without him being in your life. Maybe you knew deep down how fucking messy a relationship with him would be.

And yet you stayed.

[sweeetestcurse]

James Jude Courtney as Michael Myers in Halloween (2018) 03/??