Heehee Brahms

Heehee brahms

Ghost

Brahms Heelshire x Reader

“Brahms, can you change the song?” You called from the bathtub. You weren’t entirely sure if this plan would work, but you kind of hoped that it would.

Your phone was connected to the Bluetooth speaker that was resting precariously on the bathroom sink, and you were up to your eyeballs in bubbles in the bath. Your phone was in your bedroom, where it wouldn’t get wet. And, where, hopefully, the ghost of Brahms would change the music if you requested it.

You had been watching the doll for about a week now, and the presence in the house made itself known to you pretty quickly. Because you hadn’t followed the rules at first. And Brahms the ghost hadn’t been happy about it.

Though, after a few of your things had gone missing and a child’s voice had called out to you through your bedroom door one night, you quickly decided to follow to rules so you wouldn’t piss off the ghost.

The idea of the supernatural was amazing, and you reveled in the thought of living in a haunted house with what seemed to be a very powerful ghost. You’d heard of ghosts moving things, and you’d seen ghost hunting shows where their voices were caught on recordings, but you’d never seen any evidence as concrete as what you had witnessed in the Heelshire house.

You had started to keep a record of everything that happened, and this was one of the best tests you could think of to test if this ghost was truly legitimate.

One of the ghost facts you knew from TV was that they responded to electronics. So, you were trying to get Brahms to change the music on your phone. Everything else that had happened could be written off if you thought about it too hard (things going missing equating to you just losing things, hearing voices might just be cabin fever), but requesting a change in music from a ghost would be undeniable.

“Brahmsy, can you please skip this song on my phone?” You called again, perking up expectantly. You wanted this place to actually be haunted so bad, but the song continued to play without interruption.

Brahms-the living Brahms-had been pacing around your room, trying to figure out how to change the music at your request. His eyes widened when you specified that your phone had something to do with changing the music, and he whipped around, looking for it. He spotted it on your bed, and he picked it up tentatively.

Brahms had seen the smartphone that the grocery boy used, but he was completely clueless about new technology. Brahms turned the mysterious rectangle around in his hands, trying to figure out what he was supposed to be doing.

His fingers grazed the screen, making it light up. He nodded happily to himself, looking at the screen. The title of the song was lazily scrolling across the screen, along with a bunch of symbols he didn’t recognize. His hand hovered above the screen as he tried to figure out what to do, when it faded to black once again.

Brahms shook his hands in frustration, slapping the screen with all of his fingers, trying to get it to light up again.

It did, and he clicked on the symbol in the middle before he could think about it too hard. However, he clicked it with two fingers, and so he accidentally clicked the ‘next’ button at the same moment he clicked ‘pause,’ causing the phone to finally skip to the next song, but immediately pausing it before it could start playing.

The sudden silence was Brahms’ first hint that he had done something wrong. He shook his arms angerly, already fed up with playing this guessing game with this stupid rectangle.

You, on the other hand, were grinning from ear to ear. Skipping to the next song would have been good, but stopping the music altogether was proof enough for you. You knew your phone was fully charged, and so was the speaker, so the only way the music would stop was if something had stopped it!

“Did you not like my music, Brahms?” You laughed to yourself.

Brahms slapped your phone again, trying to make the screen light up after it had gone black again. When the symbols finally showed up again, he started pressing them at random, waiting to hear the sound of your music playing from the bathroom again.

You jumped in surprise when your music started up again, then stopped abruptly as Brahms accidentally paused it once more.

“Brahms?” You called. “You don’t have to keep going.” You were starting to realize in retrospect that you should have started your music at a lower volume in case something like this happened.

Brahms pressed the middle button again, and your music started up once more, on a different song than the one you wanted to skip. He quickly put the phone back on the bed and backed away, not daring to touch it once more.

“Thank you!” He heard you call from the tub. Brahms retreated back into the wall, tired from trying to figure out modern technology.

You were shaking your hands in excitement, smiling like an idiot. You had totally just proved that you were living in a haunted house!

If you see this

please reblog with a song you like. I’m gonna make a playlist, plus I’m looking for new songs to listen to. If I get enough, I’ll post the spotify I make.

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rosecrestie

4 years ago

I should use this

oh snap

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rosecrestie

4 years ago

This one is for my trans bbs uwu

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not sso but important

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rosecrestie

4 years ago

I miss Galloper already 😭

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rosecrestie

3 years ago

Penguin race my beloved will you return? TT

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rosecrestie

4 years ago

Lemme add this woman just absolutely disgust me and I'm surprised people stilllll STILL support her

hey sso community: Sylvie is back as SiffGriff on youtube, please be careful!

saw her while looking for videos on the friesians and I can’t believe she’s tried to come back yet again.

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rosecrestie

2 years ago

Ik this is old and im so late but do you still have the CC? I need itttttt

𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲… 𝐮𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐡 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐒𝟒 𝐘𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐬?

i’ve seen Sims 4 stuff float around the SSO tag for the past day and obviously i can’t just sit idle and not do anything!! so here’s….him.

shoutout to @ydris and their SSO/TS4 posts for motivating me to try my own! :)

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rosecrestie

3 years ago

Galloper chasing me? More like I’m chasing Galloper

Rosie: Come on headless man! Let’s dance Proceeds to run circles around him

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rosecrestie

4 years ago

This is so good kshdjdjdj 🥺🥺

Home: A Star Stable Short Story (Ydris)

“A little bit to the left.” Ydris motioned with a wave, rolling his eyes as he watched his jester trying fruitlessly to balance on Zee’s back to hang up a sign. The short man lost his footing once again, toppling backwards off of the horse’s back. Zee nudged the jester with her muzzle.

“I’m very sorry Mr. ydris, I’ll try-“

“You will try nothing again! I would’ve done it myself if I’d known it would’ve been this much of a hassle! Franchement Xin!” The man shook his head, ripping the sign out of the jester’s hands.

“You know, I get that you’re disappointed with how things went with that girl and her friends, and that you’re still feeling sick from that clock machine, but it doesn’t mean you need to take it out on me.” Xin huffed, standing up and walking over to the curtained exit of the tent.

“How dare you speak to me like that you ungrateful little-“ Ydris yelled after him, but the jester had already exited the tent. He scoffed, walking over to pet his horse.

“I really don’t know what’s gotten into him Zee.” Ydris sighed, reaching out to pet the mare’s purple mane. However, she too wasn’t pleased with the ringmaster. Zee pinned her ears, turning her neck away from her owner’s touch. Ydris held his hand over her neck for a moment, shocked. Zee had never resisted a good pat before.

“I guess I am being quite a secousse aren’t I?” Ydris swallowed regretfully, watching as his beloved mare walked away from him toward the same exit.

“Well now! Who needs some foolish assistant and sour mare to accompany him. I, the Great Ydris, have always worked.... alone.” He spoke the last word quietly, the sound disappearing in the large circus tent.

Alone, that’s how he’d spent his life since the destruction of his dear home.

Now here he stood, the only two beings he could call friends turned tail towards him. And that girl... all she had wanted to do was help. She wasn’t like the rest of the druids, but he was too caught up in his frustration to notice that at the time.

Indeed, she had been different. The little dove had never once thought of herself, only how she could help others. She had just wanted to save a friend, a friend whom she didn’t even really know. He could’ve called her a friend if he hadn’t scared the life out of her.

But that was his job, wasn’t it? To scare and maim, to torment, to act the part of a monster- at least, that was what they made him out to be. Nothing more than a soulless Pandorian- they had started using his ethnicity as a threat.

The man brought himself back from his thoughts. No, he thought, thinking thoughts of remorse is for petty mortal humans. He wouldn’t fall to such lows.

Ydris began to pace around the sandy circus ring. Pacing had always helped him think. He looked up, examining the purple and white striped fabric of the tent. There were still rips in some spots from where the tentacles had thrashed- Garnok’s tentacles.

Garnok, the very same monster who had destroyed his home, killed his family. Anger boiled up inside him as he pictured the purple and pink squid knocking down anything in its path. He only wished his magic was strong enough to go against it.

“I suppose I should apologize, shouldn’t I? No, why should I?” Ydris muttered, gloved hand rubbing his chin in thought. He was starting to sound like a madman.

But that’s what they thought he was, so why should he act any differently?

“Enough!” The man yelled aloud, grabbing his head in his hands. No, the thoughts wouldn’t win. They couldn’t....

Just as humans weren’t made for Pandoria, Earth was not made for Pandorians. His soul was unlike that of a true human; it was more complex, more intricate. The fragility of the mortal world could do nothing more than bind it temporarily. How he longed to be back in his pink paradise, his magic at its prime. Being in Jorvik was driving him mad, giving him dark thoughts.

“My time is almost through here. This world must fall, this world must fall...” The man mumbled over and over again. His sight was temporarily blinded by the rays of a setting sun peeking through the top of the tent.

Sunsets- another thing on this planet that didn’t make one bit of sense.

“This world must fall!” He yelled, falling to his knees in anguish. Pictures of the girl and her friends flashed through his mind. They were innocent children.

He couldn’t hurt innocent children.

Ydris gritted his teeth, feeling tears trickling down his face. He just wanted to be home. Was that so much to ask? Soft hoof-clops sounded from behind him. He turned around just in time to see his beloved mare, her flourescent pink eyes filled with worry. She nudged his shoulder softly.

“I’ll be alright my dear Zee.” He smiled softly, resting his face in her neck.

“We’ll get home one day, I swear.”

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rosecrestie

2 years ago

YES