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WELCOME TO THE MORGUE
↳ buffy | she/her
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the poor baby!
Brahms Heelshire exists because the writers saw that the slasher fucker fandom was lacking in bottoms to simp for. They did it for the Mommy doms of the world.
"And then she went and left me for the grocery boy- THE GROCERY BOY!!"
Just a bit of my slop! ^^
Why he so mad for
Girl whatever.
i fully believe brahms would dry hump and no one can tell me otherwise.
Brahms heelshire fanart!!!!! Yeah i usually dont post stuff here on tumblr anymore but do check my ig!!! Im usually active there (@hugo.daweirdough)
This is not a request. I wanted to make some general horror house headcanons for all my peeps who want more horror house content. Enjoy!
Horror House
Nobody in the horror house knocks before entering rooms. There have been way too many bathroom intrusions to count because no one knows what a lock is. Privacy simply does not exist.
The horror house somehow collectively owns like three working brain cells total.
There’s a group chat, and it’s an absolute disaster. Stu spams memes, Freddy sends inappropriate gifs, Tiffany types in all caps, and Michael somehow got added despite never texting.
Arguments in the house are ridiculously dramatic and happen every five minutes all day, every day. Bo is always yelling at something, Tiffany starts threatening people because she’s tired of the bullshit, and Leslie is narrating every fight like a reality TV show host. I’m not kidding. Literally, someone could eat the last slice of cake that Norman baked the night before, and suddenly, everyone is being accusatory and yelling at each other.
The power goes out at least twice a month because somebody overloaded the breaker trying to do something stupid.
Bubba gives the best hugs in the entire house. Everyone pretends not to like it until they’re having a bad day.
Jason is the one everyone accidentally vents to because he’s quiet and surprisingly comforting to sit with.
Freddy absolutely cheats during board games and then gaslights everyone about it afterward.
Chucky starts fights for the love of the game. Half the house drama exists because of him.
Amanda and Billy Loomis are the most judgmental people alive during movie nights. They roast every character’s decision.
Stu eats everyone’s food and then acts genuinely confused when people get mad at him. He probably ate the last slice of cake that the other slashers were arguing about.
Lester somehow knows everybody’s business without ever being around when things happen.
Carrie and Thomas are probably the nicest people in the house, which is a terrifying contrast to everyone else.
Norman apologizes for things that aren’t even his fault.
Jason and Thomas are usually the ones fixing things after everyone else destroys the house.
Chucky and Tiffany argue like an old married couple constantly, then act perfectly fine five minutes later.
Nobody is allowed to touch Michael’s mask. Nobody even knows what happens if you do because no one’s brave enough to try.
Bo acts annoyed when people are affectionate with him, but if you stop, he gets offended.
Nubbins gets distracted mid-conversation constantly and then starts talking about something completely different.
Billy Loomis and Jennifer do not need to be together because they feed into each other’s sarcasm. It’s so annoying to the others that even Freddy once told them to take their bullshit to the bedroom.
Freddy has definitely gotten smacked with objects thrown at him for running his mouth too much.
Tiffany likes doing skincare nights and tries forcing everyone to participate.
Danny gives people obnoxious nicknames and refuses to stop using them.
Pyramid Head unintentionally scares delivery drivers just by opening the door.
Michael has a habit of appearing in family photos despite nobody remembering him being there.
Amanda acts tough until she’s tired. Then she becomes weirdly clingy and falls asleep on people.
Hannibal somehow manages to make even insults sound sophisticated.
Carrie accidentally makes the lights flicker when she gets embarrassed.
Vincent remembers tiny details about people and puts them into his artwork without them realizing.
Nobody knows where half the blankets in the house disappear to. Somehow, Brahms is usually involved.
Nobody trusts Billy Lenz to answer phones anymore because his conversations are horrifyingly inappropriate.
Bo flirts with people specifically to annoy them because he thinks their reactions are funny.
ChopTop blasts music at the most ungodly hours of the night, and it pisses everyone off.
Norman is the only person who consistently says “good morning” like a normal human being.
Tiffany refuses to let anyone dress badly. She WILL insult your outfit the first thing she sees you in the morning.
Bubba gets emotionally attached to random objects and gets sad when they disappear.
Leslie treats every argument like he’s observing rare animal behavior. “Notice how the Tiffany becomes aggressive when cornered…”
Lester will talk to literally anyone for hours if they let him.
Jason has accidentally scared people just by existing. Someone will turn around, and suddenly, there’s a massive man silently holding a laundry basket behind them.
Billy Loomis only speaks in short, cutting sentences during group conversations and somehow always wins arguments.
Danny has a habit of leaning into people’s personal space just to see their reaction.
Brahms gets visibly sulky if he’s not included in group activities, even if he doesn’t actually want to participate.
Nubbins has tried to “adopt” random animals from outside and bring them into the house multiple times.
ChopTop will start conversations mid-story and expect everyone to already know what he’s talking about.
Hannibal has an unspoken authority in the kitchen and nobody questions it.
Bubba shows affection by bringing people food he made specifically for them and watching until they eat it.
Michael will sometimes sit in completely normal group settings, and no one acknowledges him, but everyone is aware he’s there.
Tiffany and Jennifer occasionally “host” makeover sessions that nobody is allowed to decline.
Vincent and Leslie will sometimes have long, silent creative “sessions” where they just observe people and take notes/sketch.
Freddy says the most out-of-pocket things imaginable during completely serious conversations.
Bo pretends he hates planned family bonding time but is somehow always one of the first people to show up for it.
Norman’s presence lowers the general chaos level of a room by about 10%.
Danny has absolutely scared someone so badly that they refused to enter hallways alone ever again.
Sometimes the whole house ends up sitting together in their giant living room late at night, doing separate things in silence. They all enjoy each other’s company, even though 95% of the time it’s loud and obnoxious, with someone purposely trying to piss someone else off at any chance. It’s oddly comforting
If someone in the house gets sick or injured, everybody becomes weirdly protective and pitches in to help the sick/injured slasher.
Brahms Heelshire x Thick Girl (Headcanons)
Protective Nature: Brahms would be fiercely protective of her, always making sure she feels safe and cherished in his presence. His intense, quiet demeanor would be softened by his concern for her well-being, always looking out for her.
Body Positivity Advocate: Brahms would love and appreciate every inch of her body. He would reassure her that she’s perfect just as she is, offering constant compliments on her beauty. He’d prefer to remind her of her strength, both physically and emotionally, and would never let her feel self-conscious about her figure.
Comfort in Silence: Brahms would enjoy spending quiet time with her, sitting in companionable silence. He wouldn’t always need words to express his affection—sometimes a shared look or touch would say it all.
Food Lover: He’d be an avid lover of food, and he’d take his girl to secret spots where they can indulge in their favorite meals together. He’d love cooking for her, often making meals that are hearty and comforting, emphasizing that good food equals love.
Unpredictable Yet Tender: While Brahms can be unpredictable with his moods and actions, he’d be incredibly tender and considerate when it comes to her. He’d make sure to check in on her emotionally, knowing how to balance his intense personality with a soft side that caters to her needs.
Long Hair = Cuddles: Brahms would love running his fingers through her hair, particularly if she had thick, long hair. Whether it’s just to relax or before bedtime, he’d enjoy the act of close contact and would often fall asleep with his hand buried in her hair.
Romantic Gestures: Brahms would not shy away from romantic gestures, though they would be a bit odd and quirky, considering his somewhat disturbed nature. He might leave small gifts for her in places where she would unexpectedly find them or write her cryptic notes expressing his admiration.
Jealous and Possessive: If another person tried to get too close to her, Brahms’ jealousy would be quick to surface. His protective instincts would kick in, but in his own way, he’d show her that she’s the only one he desires. He may not outright confront people, but he would make it clear in subtle ways that she belongs to him.
Mutual Healing: Brahms would see her as someone who understands the pain of being misunderstood or judged, and he’d connect with her on that level. Their relationship would be one of mutual healing, where they help each other come to terms with their emotional scars.
Emotional Support: Despite his haunted past, Brahms would be emotionally supportive of his thicker girl. He’d stand by her, whether she’s dealing with insecurities or trying to conquer life’s challenges. His undying loyalty would be evident in the way he listens and helps her navigate tough moments, showing that he’s always there, no matter what.
Hi!
I saw that ur requests were opened and was wondering if you could write a Brahms heelshire x reader where the reader is a heavy sleeper/tired all the time to the point where they just blame all the stuff happening in the house bc they’re tired lol. Oh stuff goes missing or moved? Probably just misplaced it or don’t remember where I place things. Strange noises going through the house? Probably still tired, a nap should fix it!
no rush! And I hope you have an amazing day 💗
Hi! Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy!
Probably Just Tired
[Brahms Heelshire x Reader]
The Heelshire manor was supposed to be a quiet getaway. A bit eerie, yes, but charming. The job was easy: take care of a porcelain doll named Brahms and follow a list of rules. Nothing you couldn’t handle. Except… you were exhausted. Always.
You blamed it on the stress of moving, the long drive, your weird sleep schedule. But truthfully? You were just tired. Constantly.
The first few days, you slept through the nights like a log. When morning came, things weren’t quite where you left them.
Your toothbrush? In the hallway.
A teacup? Balanced on the stair rail.
The front door? Unlocked. Again.
You rubbed your eyes each time and mumbled, “Guess I did that half-asleep. Shouldn’t be brushing my teeth during REM cycles…”
Then came the sounds.
Scraping. Tapping. Breathy whispers. All late at night.
You stirred once or twice but always rolled over with a mutter: “House is just old. Or maybe I need magnesium. Yeah. Magnesium.”
You took naps after breakfast. Naps before dinner. Sometimes you dozed off mid-sentence reading aloud to Brahms. The porcelain face never reacted, but if you had been paying closer attention, maybe you would’ve noticed the head tilting slightly when you weren’t looking.
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Brahms watched you.
He knew you were different. Most people ran. Or screamed. Or at least questioned the rules.
You? You shuffled through the halls with messy hair, oversized sweaters, and a cup of tea you forgot to finish. You barely noticed when things moved — barely noticed him.
You even slept through him crawling out of the walls. Twice.
Once, he accidentally knocked over a lamp. You grumbled, “Stupid dreams again,” and went right back to snoring.
He started doing more, just to test you.
Moved your entire dresser three inches to the left.
You walked into it the next morning and muttered, “Huh. Gotta stop sleep-moving furniture. That’s dangerous.”
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Then one night, he left a peanut butter sandwich beside your bed. You didn’t make one. You didn’t even like peanut butter that much.
Still, you sat up at 3 a.m., took one bite, nodded, and whispered, “Thanks, me.”
Brahms tilted his head in confusion from the shadows.
You were… unbreakable. Or maybe just incredibly lazy. Either way, he was intrigued.
That night, while you drooled on your pillow, he sat beside you and gently brushed your hair back, his fingers cold.
You didn’t even flinch.
“Probably just a draft,” you mumbled, half-conscious.
Brahms let out a low chuckle.
Maybe you wouldn’t run. Maybe you were exactly what he needed — someone who wouldn’t question him. Someone who’d just nap through it all.
I made a Brahms Mii yippee!! game of the year fr
my brahms pieces for yumay (yume-may) this year! prompts i picked were kiss, outfit swap, and wedding.
Here comes the boooooy