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[ms--lobotomy]

Hello🌹 I am glad to see the addition of writers to the Warhammer fandom. Obscenity with primarchs is fine🫶🏻 Can I do something with Sanguine (or are you writing for everyone at once? in general, here it will be more convenient for you)) that meme: the reader – "I have done nothing wrong in my life"; the primarch – "I know this and I love you." But the reader did something like that🤭

hello! o/ of course i can write something either way! ill write something with sanguinius because i like him a lot. i am normal about him. i am normal about him. i am normal about h (feel free to add more asks if youre into my writing style lol)

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word count: 999

content warnings: slight mention of colonialism but like you're into 40k so what did you expect

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You giggled to yourself, your legs dangling off of the Primarch’s bed. It was far too large for you, and frankly far too large for him as well. The weighted blanket under you was comically large, and the mattress you sat upon yielded slightly to your form. The bed was perfect, as was the man you loved so dearly. And outside the window of the Red Tear, a temperate planet spun ever so slowly. Its white sun cast a shadow enveloping half of the planet in darkness. It was almost peaceful here, in the outer atmosphere of this strange new planet.

And you know what you did.

In your defense, you had found it hilarious. In concept, at the very least. You'd scoured the ship for feathers large and pale enough to come from your lover, and once you'd found enough (and learned how to pull off tricks that required some slight of hand) you'd gone to your lover, an ornate leather bag draped over you. The clasp on this bag was undone, but you doubt your lover would have noticed. And when you saw him, you ran towards him at a full sprint. He noticed you slightly after, his blood-red eyes widening.

"Sanguinius, my love!" you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around his cold armor.

"Ah!" he exclaimed, saying your name with the amount of care you'd come to expect from your lover. "What do you come to me about?" he asked, pushing your arms off of him. He knelt down to put his heavy arms around you for a few seconds, and you melted into his touch.

He pulled away and took your hands in his. His hands enveloped yours, you were just over half his size after all. Oh dear, you thought, not wanting to be the first one to pull away from this gesture. The Brightest One had often been one to initiate romantic gestures, and you hated pulling away. But this wasn't your first time pulling away.

"I just wanted to talk to you," you said. Without thinking, you pursed your lips before they went back to normal. As normal as a giddy smile was, at least.

"Talk to me," the primarch repeated. "Hmm. Well, talk away."

The two of you started a conversation about the... weather of the planet. How exciting. While he looked vaguely in your direction, you'd dropped a feather on the ground. Then another. You responded to his idle chatter about the planet below the Red Tear. Yes, it would be a wonderful addition to the Imperium of Man. Then you dropped a few more feathers onto the cold metal ground.

Finally, you looked down at... his feathers? Your feathers? They were far enough from you that it could have been plausible that they had come from the primarch.

"Oh, Sanguinius! You're molting!" you exclaimed in terror, a pile of feathers now at Sanguinius's feet.

"I'm... molting,'' Sanguinius replied softly, bending down to the floor and picking up a feather. He looked back at you, his expression greatly changed.

The dread on his face made yours flush. Oh no, you thought to yourself, wringing out your hands in front of you. What did I just do? Without thinking, you turned tail and ran off. You knew the Red Tear well enough now that you only made one misstep before fumbling with the doorknob that was way too high for you and running onto that bed.

You giggled to yourself. A nervous giggle.

And you heard footsteps. You've heard primarch footsteps before, as Sanguinius was not one to shy away from showing you off to his brothers. His were rather light as far as they went, though, as you couldn't unhear the thud. thud. thud. that they produced. You couldn't help but feel your heart fall in your chest; you didn't yet know how he would respond to this.

And then you heard the door open, an agonizingly slow creak. "My darling?" you heard an all too familiar voice ask softly. "Are you in here?"

You grabbed the weighted blanket underneath you. You contemplated whether to say something, but not a second later, his eyes darted towards you. The door swung open, and the primarch folded in his wings to fit through the door. "Ah, hello there," he said with a hint of relief in his voice. You could see his wings relaxing behind him.

"Hello, dear," you replied. Your stomach turned. You stared at him, trying to discern if he was angry, or scared, or a combination of the two. But his placid expression matched neither of those descriptions. He sat next to you on his bed, putting an arm around you. You let go of the blanket.

"Is everything alright?" he asked. No hint of anger or fear in his voice.

"I am," you replied softly. You looked up at him. "You're... you're not actually molting, by the way."

Sanguinius laughed, tossing his head back as he did so. His golden hair fell softly over his shoulders. He had a laugh that was contagious, as a little bit of a chuckle escaped your lips as well. His golden armor shifted as he moved, kept pristine no matter how many battles the primarch saw. "I figured that out a little bit ago," he replied. "It is going to take more than that to convince me for more than a few seconds."

The corners of your mouth quirked up. You looked back up at him, and saw a radiant smile dusting his face as well. "You have done nothing wrong, ever, in your life," he said.

"I have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life," you repeated with a relieved laugh. You looked down and away from him, rubbing your limp arm with your hand. Another chuckle escaped your lips.

"I know this," responded Sanguinius, his hand trailing down to your waist. Cold metal brushed against your skin, and you let out a small shiver at his touch. "And I love you."

[orange-foxes]

Social Media

📱 The Truth Behind It by wematch (3k)

Neil finally makes a Twitter account the year after he leaves the Foxes. His PR has been nagging him about making a social media account since he joined the team but ultimately he uses it to annoy Andrew. Of course things escalate and the rumours of a rivalry between the two form, that is until Neil clarifies everything.

📱 Catfish by likearecord (22k)

There’s very little Andrew likes less than being tricked, but not knowing things does make the cut. He stands, throws his messenger bag over his shoulder, grabs his coffee, and stomps over to slide into the chair across from the guy. He looks up at Andrew with a flash of calculated flight or fight in his eyes, but he quickly smooths this over and affixes a look of polite interest on his face. “Can I help you?” “Are you on Grindr?” Andrew asks. Bluntly.  “Uh,” the guy says, looking more confused. “I don’t know. What is it?”  “It’s a hookup app gay men use.”  “Oh,” he says, frowning. “No, I’m definitely not on that.”  “Because you don’t do gay men?”  The guy shrugs. “Because I don’t do hookups.”

📱 Funky Happenings with the Fox Family by dobbypussypopper (29k)

naughtygayweedcrime: did I rlly just see neil say woke naughtygayweedcrime: what a surreal timeline we live in dumbfool: allison is trying to teach me how to meme so I can get hip naughtygayweedcrime: bless your poor soul davidwymack: sometimes I regret living davidwymack has muted exyllent, damnwilds, + 7 others for 30 minutes

📱 The societies we despise by This_Witch_Writes (5k)

Technically it all started because of two cats. Andrew’s phone number had been leaked and he was waiting on a new sim card. So when Neil saw the cats, one black and one ginger, play fighting beside the Chicago Bean, he had tweeted the picture to him instead of texting it. An innocent enough tweet on the surface, tagging Andrew and adding the caption “us”. To Neil, Andrew and their family, an obvious and even uncharacteristically sappy statement of long-held affection. To exy fans on the internet, a declaration of war.

📱 Reputation by lemonicee (8k)

The rise and fall of the Minyard-Josten Rivalry. Usually when Neil starts shit in a post-game press interview, he does it on purpose. This time, he really just meant for it to be a joke. “How do you feel about the possibility of ending up on a team with a former Fox teammate?” is the next question. “Great,” Neil answers, sincere. “I would love to play with Matt or Kevin again.” “What about Minyard? Would you sign with Atlanta?” Neil says, “Andrew? He’s a nightmare.” He knows it’s a joke. His team knows it’s a joke. Andrew will know it’s a joke. The press does not seem to know that it’s a joke.

📱 likes: exy by djhedy (32k)

Allison: ok look I have an idea Neil: oh no Allison: you’re not going to love it Neil: I already said oh no Allison: we should sign you up to tinder! Neil: …how do you leave whatsapp

📱 all that i’ve been dreaming of by bazookajo94 (5k)

Exy fanboy Neil Josten stumbles across roleplaying Twitter accounts. Lonely and curious, he requests one for literally any of the players from the professional exy team Palmetto State Foxes. Someone calling themselves rp_aaaaaminyard03 responds. Andrew Minyard, bored with life, the universe, and everything, makes a fake roleplay account on Twitter. He is roleplaying himself. He is rp_aaaaaminyard03.

📱 In Which Neil Josten is a PR Nightmare by CoverYourEyes (14k wip)

Eve was not the best person in the world. Sometimes she didn’t hold the elevator open when she saw people rushing to catch it from the other side of the lobby. Cutting the line at Starbucks was a semi-regular action. But Eve did not deserve to be Neil fucking Josten's publicist. ********** Or, the one where Neil does what he wants, picks fights with reporters, discovers Twitter, breaks the internet, and really shouldn't be allowed out of his house. Andrew does nothing to discourage him.

📱please tell me it's just the fandom freaking out by OneSweetMelody

Neil Josten @neiljos10 Sadly @ajminyard isn’t too excited about that face off Neil Josten @neiljos10 Maybe @ajminyard will learn how to block an offside bouncer before then. Or any shot.

📱 Talk All Night for Nothing by ipromisetostaywild (20k)

Andrew Minyard is a vlogger on YouTube, doing quite well for himself despite the fact that he never shows his face to the camera. He may just change his no-face policy, however, after meeting a certain vlogger who wants to do a collaboration. OR Andrew edits other people’s videos, makes his own, & becomes totally smitten with a blue-eyed boy.

📱 We Never Go Out Of Style by dancingongasoline (28k)

“Allison is pretty famous around the younger celebs,” Renee said when she saw Andrew’s eyes linger on the mass of people slowly filtering into the room. “There’s a lot of people here; didn’t think it was this anticipated.” Andrew murmured, leaning closer into Renee’s side. The woman hummed, her eyes straying from row to row. “It’s probably because Neil is gonna walk.” Andrew had heard that name before. Neil Josten. Or Neil is a supermodel at the height of his career, and Andrew is a famous actor from the Marvel franchise.

📱 We'll Make It Happen by honorarystar (2k)

“Why would I want to share pictures of my personal life with strangers though?” Neil slumped down in his seat on the lounge couch. He wished that he had waited for Andrew instead of getting to practice early. This could have been avoided. “It’s Instagram. Who cares?” Allison was looking at Neil like he was the insane one for not grasping this concept.

📱 POV: Your best friend is Neil Josten by NeilsStrawberries (3k)

Allison Reynolds is not only a talented Exy player and renowned fashion designer, but also an extremely famous blogger. A little while ago, she started a new trend: POV: Your best friend is Neil Josten. * Or, a sequence of videos recorded by Alliso

[alittlepudge-neverhurtnobody]

kinktober #19

Invasive Vines 🌿 / Sweet Shop 🍭

“Candy’s possessed,” David announces, and Ben shakes his head. 

“Always has been.”

“What?” says Kristen, cocking her head, and Ben rolls his eyes. 

“You’ve never seen that meme? You have four meme-age daughters and you’ve never seen the astronaut meme?”

Kristen shrugs. Ben goes to pull it up on his phone.

Father Ignatius fills them in on the case; a candy shop in Brooklyn has reported an unusual increase in gluttony from its customers and employees. Apparently it’s not the only candy shop affected recently, either — just the only one devout enough to call the church.

“How do we know it’s demonic gluttony and not just kids pulling pranks for Halloween?” David asks, and Father Ignatius shrugs.

“How should I know? That’s your job. I know it feels like busy work, but if it really is something demonic, it would be good to get a jump on it before the holiday. I get enough parents asking about razor blades in apples and whether celebrating Halloween is un-Christian without adding demonic candy to the mix.”

“Razor blades in apples has never been a thing,” says Ben. “It’s like the hoax about people giving kids drugs in Halloween candy. No one is wasting their hard-earned drugs on trick-or-treaters.”

Sister Andrea falls in with them as they file out of his office as if she’d been part of the conversation the whole time. “Well, of course it would be candy eventually,” she says. “Why do you think I use marshmallows to catch demons? They’ll eat themselves sick on the stuff if they get the chance.”

“Do you?” asks Kristen with interest. “Use marshmallows?”

Sister Andrea nods. “For the smaller ones, yes.”

“Okay,” says Kristen, because sure, why not. “Please don’t ever tell my girls about that. We’d never get rid of the ants.”

She lets Ben sit shotgun as David drives them out to Brooklyn, her gaze flickering between the Halloween decorations adorning the blur of brownstones outside her window and the open bag of candy corn in the center console between the boys. 

“Where’d that come from?” she asks, leaning forward and crinkling the bag.

David shrugs. “One of the church volunteers leaves little baskets for everyone at the church. She never misses a holiday.”

“Huh,” says Kristen. She’s not much for candy corn, but there’s something irresistibly sweet about watching David and Ben throw back handfuls while they talk about the case and banter about who had the worst Halloween costume back in the day (Ben pulls up a picture of him and Karima as awkward teens, wearing the most half-hearted, ill-fitting generic Star Trek uniforms Kristen has ever seen: “Mom didn’t exactly get the memo on what they were supposed to look like.”)

When they pull up to the candy shop, the place looks worse for the wear. The front window has been smashed and covered over with brown paper scrawled with the words WE’RE OPEN!, and the doorknob looks like it’s been blown off with dynamite and recently replaced with a shiny new one. “Jesus,” says Ben, cradling the new knob in his hand, and David’s brow furrows. 

“Is Halloween that cutthroat these days?”

“Spend an hour at my house after trick-or-treating,” says Kristen over her shoulder. “It’ll make your war journalism career look like Goodnight Moon.”

Ben laughs and follows her in, and David shepherds them from behind. The shop owner explains that they’ve had problems recently with employees stealing sweets from the store in bulk, with customers coming back to demand more than they paid for with the sweaty, aggressive insistence of desperation, with break-ins faster than they can repair the front windows that leave the till and safe untouched, but the candy bins emptied.

“Is there one candy that seems to be more of an incentive than the others?” asks David, and the shop owner shrugs. 

“The frogs have been a target. So has the candy corn, the regular and the pumpkins.”

Kristen mouths The frogs have been a target to Ben over David’s shoulder. The air inside is warm and humid despite the October chill outside, and when she leans over one of the bins and picks up a gummy frog with a marshmallowy underside, it sticks unpleasantly to her fingers. 

“And do they share a manufacturer?” asks Ben, sweeping his gaze around the shop. “Could’ve been some sort of chemical additive accidentally mixed into certain batches that’s reacting with a common medication or something.”

“Sure, lots of them come from Wingate’s in Jersey,” says the shop owner dubiously, “but not all of the varieties from the same manufacturer are causing the problems. The jujubes are made there, too, and nobody’s touching those.”

“That’s because they’re jujubes,” says Ben under his breath. 

“I like jujubes,” Kristen protests in a whisper.

“We’ll look into it,” David overlaps, louder. “Please don’t hesitate to call us if anything further happens.”

“Honestly?” says Ben from the backseat when they’re safely ensconced in the car. “Ignatius is right, this does feel like busy work. It’s probably some local parenting group trying to make a statement about how addicted kids are to sugar these days.”

“Ooh, yeah, probably,” agrees Kristen. “That’d be a pretty savvy approach, actually. Call the church, call it evil, and bam, you’ve got a great excuse to toss your kid’s Halloween candy.”

“Yeah,” says Ben, leaning forward for another handful of candy corn. “Or to eat it all yourself.”

— 

The next day, both of the boys look under the weather. Ben’s brown skin looks a bit grayer than usual, and David’s forehead is beaded with sweat, even though St. Joseph’s Parish is notoriously drafty. They’re waiting for her on a bench in the church hall, Ben slumped lightly against David’s big body, 

“You guys good?” asks Kristen, setting her bag down beside David’s knee. “There a cold or something going around?”

David grimaces. “I’ve got some bad news about that candy corn.”

“Oh no,” says Kristen, her stomach dropping. “From the volunteer?”

Ben nods, pressing an arm to his own stomach. “Yep.”

“So, what?” she says, laying her palm first on David’s forehead, then Ben’s: they’re both a little damp, but not feverish. “Were you both just up snarfing candy corn all night?”

“Yeah, just about,” says David, eyes downcast. In his turtleneck and thick sweater, he looks less like a man of God and more like a New England college student trying to explain away a hangover. “I said Mass this morning, but I had Father Dement take over for me this evening. I feel awful.”

“Do we think it’s related to the case?” Kristen asks, patting both of their knees and squeezing herself in between them. “Like a sabotage attempt?”

“Nah,” says Ben, stifling a burp. “I think we just got caught in the crossfire. Wingate’s probably manufactures candy that’s sold all over the city. It’s gonna be a miserable Halloween for most of New York if we don’t figure this out.”

Kristen looks between them. “Do either of you really think you can survive a drive out to Brooklyn right now?”

David swallows hard. Ben shakes his head.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she says, resting a hand on each of their knees. “What do you say we go back to my place and regroup there? The girls will be in school for a few more hours, so it’ll be quiet.”

David nods gratefully. “I didn’t realize until today how badly a sugar coma would mix with church incense.”

“Why do I feel like maybe this is your doing?” Ben teases weakly as Kristen helps him to his feet. Beneath his t-shirt, she can see that he’s bloated, his stomach pressing against the thin fabric. David’s sweater is too thick for her to do the same, but now she wants to know. “Like you decided we needed a day to get mommed and slipped us wacky candy corn.”

“Oh, yes,” says Kristen, hauling up David next. He’s heavier, and when she puts a hand on his middle to steady herself, she gets the answer she’s craving: his stomach, too, feels hard and round beneath his clothing. “I’ve been playing the long game, dressing up as a little old lady and dropping off holiday gift baskets for everyone at church for years just to prepare for this moment because I think you guys aren’t getting enough days off.”

“Hmm,” says David, mock-suspicious. “I never said it was a little old lady.”

“They’re volunteers at the Catholic church,” quips Ben from Kristen’s other side. “The population skews heavily toward little old ladies.”

David laughs, then winces, palming at his belly. Kristen covers his hand with her own, and even though she’d never want him or Ben to be uncomfortable, there’s something thrilling about how big he feels, how packed full. She wants desperately to hear the sounds the two of them might make about it.

“So,” she says, hooking arms with them and leading them out to the car. “How long do you think before this candy thing goes viral?”

—

David and Ben are quiet on the drive back to Kristen’s. She keeps the heat off despite the chill, opens the windows to let in the rich, therapeutic wet-leaves-and-rain scent of fall, and she even resists the urge to crank up the radio and sing along when “Short Skirt/Long Jacket” comes on. 

She gets the boys set up on the couch, brings blankets and pillows, and digs up the green ginger tea she only ever pulls out when one of the girls is sick. She finds a half-empty, probably-flat bottle of ginger ale she clearly shoved to the back of the fridge months ago and forgot about and divides it among two glasses with ice, then pulls three mismatched mugs from the cabinet and pours tea. It takes two near disasters before she decides that she cannot cool-girl it up and walk out with all five cups at once.

“Need help?” calls David from the next room.

“Nope, I got it!” she yells back. “Just sit there and relax!”

She takes the ginger ale out first, then the tea. They’ve left room for her between them on the couch, and she slides in easily. “How’s that?” she asks, giving Ben’s stomach a little pat and David’s knee a squeeze. “I can get the heating pack from upstairs, too, if you want it.”

“Maybe later,” says David, wrapping an arm around Kristen as Ben starts on his tea. “I’ll just use your heat for now.”

“Mmm, fine by me.” She tucks her sock feet beneath her on the couch and gently massages his swollen belly. “You feeling any better?”

David catches a burp in his fist. “Not as nauseous. Just achy.”

She applies a bit of pressure with her hand, and David lets out a soft noise that would make her weak if she weren’t already curled on the couch. “Yeah,” she murmurs. “Yeah, there you go, baby. Let it all out.”

“Hey, can I get in on this?” asks Ben, shifting his weight so he’s canted more toward Kristen.

“Of course! I have two hands.” But she turns in his direction and gives him some attention, too, rubbing his belly and helping him push out a few uncomfortable burps. “Yeah, that’s it. Does that feel better?”

Ben sighs. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“I wonder how long it takes to detox from candy corn,” muses David, and then kicks out a laugh. “Another question I never asked myself until we started this job,”

“I feel dumb,” Ben grumbles into his mug. “This happens to people we assess, not to us.”

“That’s the universe putting us in our place,” says Kristen, sipping her own tea. “Just like my favorite Bible verse says: what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”

David rolls his eyes. “Yes, what book is that again?”

Kristen shoots him a winning smile, all bright teeth and fluttering eyelashes. “Uh, I think it’s The Book of I Have Four Daughters Who Love to Push My Buttons.”

“Hey,” says Ben suddenly. “Does candy corn have gelatin in it?”

Kristen raises an eyebrow. “Ew. Does it?”

David fishes his glasses from some heretofore-unseen pocket and perches them on the end of his nose. “Looks like it does,” he says after a moment of googling. “And those frog gummies probably would, too, right? With that marshmallow base?”

“Yeah!” says Kristen, crowding in. “Do you think it’s related to the pork thing? What was the name? Belmonte?”

David scrolls. “Of the company, yeah. Garcia was the guy who ran the farm we visited.”

“Right, with the son who got possessed,” Ben puts in. “Gelatin’s gotta come from somewhere, and Jersey’s close enough that the Garcia farm could be a viable source. And it would explain why only some of the candies were affected. The stuff without gelatin would be totally fine.”

“Score one for the jujubes,” says Kristen, and Ben pokes her gently.

“Hey!” she teases. “I don’t know why you’re picking on my taste when David once told us he genuinely enjoys the Eucharist wafers.”

“You know how I think you could enjoy those?” says Ben, folding his hands behind his head and leaning back. “Drop ’em into hot oil like everyone’s doing with those rice paper circles on VidTap so they puff up and get crunchy. Little salt, little hot sauce …”

“You can’t deep-fry the Body of Christ,” David protests, laughing. “Another group of words I never thought I’d say in that order.”

“But are they the Body of Christ before they’re consecrated, though?” asks Kristen, drawing her knees up to her chin and leaning on David. “I think you can just buy them in bulk online, unblessed.”

“Let’s find out,” says Ben, opening his phone. “Oh, yeah. You can get a thousand for under twenty bucks.”

“Nooo,” moans David, dropping his head into his hands. “I thought we were here to regroup, not blaspheme.”

“We already regrouped,” says Kristen brightly, kissing his cheek. She takes Ben’s free hand and brings it into her lap. “Now it’s time for blaspheming. And if all this talk about communion wafers is making you hungry, I’m sure I can scrounge up something …”

“No!” yelp David and Ben in unison, and Kristen grins. 

“Okay, okay. Just keep me posted. I wouldn’t want either of you going hungry.”

“I don’t think I’ll be hungry again until the weekend,” says David, leaning back on the couch and bringing his ginger ale to his lips.

Ben lets out a burp. “I dunno,” he says with a crooked smile. “I could probably be convinced a little sooner. I don’t have dinner plans tonight.”

“I’ve got chicken soup in the freezer,” says Kristen. “If I take it out now, it’ll have plenty of time to thaw. That all right?”

She ducks back into the kitchen, then gets a fresh kettle going and makes herself a little snack to eat while the water heats. When she goes out to the living room to collect mugs, Ben is bunched against David, a blanket pulled over their legs.

“Nap time?” she guesses, and they both nod. They look irresistibly cozy, and the kettle will wait, so instead she cuddles up to David’s other side and pulls the blanket over her own legs as well. Beneath the fleece, she finds David’s hands, laced over his belly, and then Ben’s, braced on David’s arm. When she dozes off, it’s to the slightly uneven rhythm of their breathing, to the warmth of their heat.

[blaacknoir]

House and Wilson :3

I mean this in the most affectionate way possible but how dare you make me read your username with my own two eyes 😭

Apparently I have a lot of thoughts about these two, lol.

House, of course, doesn't hand out candy. He answers the door with a tube of mini M&Ms in hand, and tells the kids he's out of candy while he pops Vicodin out of the tube. (Alternatively, he just does a Eustace Bagg-style jumpscare and yells ""OOGA BOOGA BOOGA.")

At work, he continues the Vi-candy bit. There's a bowl of typical Halloween candy on his desk, but any time his team reaches for some, he gets onto them with either a buzzer-type sound or a whack to the fingers with his cane. To cause problems, in the clinic and/or the waiting room, he'll just toss out candy to the kids.

Wilson, on the other hand, loves trick-or-treaters, and gets the Good Shit every year. If he can't find small bags of the Good Candy, he settles for full bars of the regular stuff. He decorates his apartment door and puts out a jack-o'-lantern. (One year, a kid smashes the hell out of it. And steals his next one. And replaces his third with a different, more obscene one.)(It's House. The kid is House.)

He doesn't decorate his office much at work (he has vague concerns about ghosts being "morbid" in an oncologist's office) but he puts out an equally nice bowl of candy on his desk.

He and House are, of course, well-behaved grown adults who don't ever get into candy-related shenanigans and how dare you sully House's good name by insinuating that he stole all of Wilson's fancy candy and blaming it on Chase. Honestly he's hurt that you'd even think that.

If they're together, Wilson sends House out to pick up candy ("Yeah sure, send the cripple to go brave the busy streets in the cold at night--" "House, shut up and go get it."), and is both irritated and unsurprised when House shows up with the most old-lady candy imaginable. ("Where did you even get those? I thought they just... magically appeared in your house once you passed 65 or got grandchildren.")

They are, inexplicably and to House's dismay, a huge hit with the trick-or-treaters.

(Ask meme)

[pinetrees-in-the-water]

hiiii, can you do Tim/masky as a father figure to emo/scene kid teenagers??? C:

Oh my god of course!! This is so wholesome, as an emo myself and former scene kid I approve of the Dad Tim/Masky agenda <3

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◇Masky/Tim Wright as a father figure to emo/scene teenagers◇

-He never thought of himself as the fatherly type considering all his addictions and his past with the Operator, but he found out that he WANTED to try his best to be a role model after meeting these kids.

-Actively doesn't abuse any substances around the kids as he doesn't wanna normalize it for them.

-He is so supportive. (Even if he can be a little aloof sometimes)

-Tim listens to some emo bands (I think he'd like Good Charlotte and Three Days Grace most) but overall never got super into the style side of the subculture.

-So he's completely facinated when the kids show up with racoon tail hair and gel spikes, hed seen kids back when he was a teenager with the style and is a little amazed kids are still dressing like that.

-If any other kids were bullying his kids he'd scare them, Tim's an intimidating man normally so him appearing behind them or yelling usually does the trick.

-Now if any adults decided to be dicks.....

-He wants to be a good influence and despises what the Operator made him do in the past so nothing TOO bad would happen but they'll certainly get a bit "roughed up".

-Gets the kids old 2000s magazines to go through so they can learn more about what the subculture was like at its peak.

-Tim would absolutely dig up all his old CDs for ANYTHING relevant and play them on car rides. He struggles sometimes when the nightmares or intrusive thoughts hit hard so sometimes a car ride with loud music and singibg teens is just what he needs.

-Road trips and stops by Gas station fast food places are a VERY common occurrence.

-Asks them to do his eyeliner (It becomes a regular occurrence since it hides his bags a bit and he pulls it off VERY well)

-Cannot dye hair, will offer to help if the kids are struggling but its a bad idea.

-Constantly reminds the kids to wear heat protectant when straightening their hair, will even buy them wigs if their hair is getting too damaged.

- "You can't dye your hair green if you have no hair left kid"

-Fucking despises shopping because of the crowds. He's been wearing the same old jackets for forever because "They work".

-Despite this he'll still try and come along for the kids, maybe stand a little suspiciously in a corner of the shop until they're all done.

-Takes the kids out to all the concerts in the area (mostly sneaks them in ngl hes not a bad influence but hes not the best one either)

-Likes how colorful scene clothing can be but does not get all the memes and subculture norms, dude doesn't have a social media.

-"What is XD and :3?"

-Asked if Invader Zim was a rat as a joke, this was followed up with all the kids and Tim binging all the episodes with the kids (he ended up enjoying it).

-The more time he spends with them, unknowingly he starts to see them as his own :)

[thankyouforthev3n0m]

Aye, it's DubDaddy on the track

Not a rapper, but I thought I'd have a crack

Another song, another bar, another stack

We keep coming back now we're picking up the slack

Get laid, get paid, gatorade

Trigger treats sweet but can't beat the blade

It's Halloween bitch it's time to get made

You better lock up or you're gonna get slayed

Aye the boys are comin in

Got lit last night on the cherry gin

Smokin gas, eating ass, now committing sin

We going large like Amy Schumer's second chin

Hey everybody my name is JoshDub

When I don't do crime I talk shit at the club

I like corona no lime and having a tug

I get my bread no crust cause you know I'm a thug

It's Halloween, my girl cook and clean

Doing flips in the sheets, call that trick and treat

In the back of a Bentley and we got on rings

Riding in the streets shouting scary things

The Boys in town and we hunting clowns

Couple Kings with a couple crowns (dank memes)

Scaring kids while we're blowing clouds

It's Mully in the back and your bitch is getting ploughed

It's spooky and cold on this dreadful night

But we got some beauties in our sight

We love the shadows, and fear the light

But we'll steal your girl with one quick bite

On Halloween you can hear many sounds

Some screaming, some crying in the background

But if I see some kind of creepy clown

Oh you better believe it's going down

All the witches they be on me, with glee

When I walk up in a room its a party

Got no reflection but there's one thing you can see

All competition running scared as they should be

Never giving out our secrets I'm like (hush hush)

Wiping away all the haters like a (brush brush)

We be stealing all your candy in a (rush rush)

Dropping songs and videos that always (crush crush)

Got these demons in my head overwhelming me with fear and dread

(Dread dread dread)

Screaming in my bed, keep me grinding till I'm dead

(Dead dead dead)

Spirits in my mind come to visit me from time to time

(Time time time)

People say I'm sick but I swear to God I'm fine

(I'm fine, I'm fine)

Trick or Treat, excuse me what the fuck is this?

Candy corn, Bit O Honey, one Hershey Kiss

Que no sabes que me dicen el Mexorcist

If you don't know who I am, then I'll tell you what it is

Got a blanket to protect me and a wooden cross

I sprinkle holy water to show demons who's boss

I make videos to scare all the kiddos

And I'll exorcise your Tia with a bag of hot Cheetos

I shook Freddy Kruger's hand

Grow harder than the grudge

Make Pennywise float too

And give Huggy Wuggy a hug

I got good at hide and seek

You can always ask the fed

I put poison in your goat

Now that chupacabras dead

I live in the States, born in Monterey

Got a gringa by my side

She can cook some frijoles

I cross the border and la migra said

'hey, come on down but you just can't stay'

Running and hiding and walking and fighting

You don't got the papers to even be trying

To say it was easy then I would be lying

Soy un inmigrante con gran corazón

empeze recojiendo la bazura de tu escalon

Y ahora ocupo la pantallo de tu abitación

Asta parece yo tomo gasolina.

Te incendió con mi rap eso es pura adrenalina

Mi tierra la extraño nunca olvidare mi casa

Un saludo para todos mis latinos y mi raza

Now give me the Reeses cup bitch

Yada yada yada yada, something bout a square

New meme Juice Box bout to go Blair

Like the Witch, that's the sitch

Halloween night bout to wake up in a ditch.

And I'm stacking up dinero

Got this young man feeling like George Romero

Pick the bone clean always saw it in the tarots

Dig a little deeper boy you almost skipped the marrow

I don't really know

I don't really know

Yada yada

Yada yada

My goldfish took a little holiday

Left me feeling sour like that Minute Maid

One day he said he want to go to outer space

So I made a little rocket outta Gatorade bottles

Catch your grandma at the Walmart

And she gonna catch the fade

I don't really give a fuck

Im just tryna get paid

I'll smoke your grandad too

If he even looks my way

I'll kick your little sister

In her motherfucking face

That's that shit you learn in Florida

When you smoking K2

Hold that shit up in my chest

Boy I'm bout to turn blue

Im might mosey down to Target

Man and buy me that canoe

@jadest0ne

[alfiebungo]

Every gooner in Ohio liked rizzmas a lot…

But the freak, who lived just north of ohio did NOT!

The freak hated rizzmas! The whole rizzmas season!

Now, please don’t ask why, no one quite knows the reason.

It could be that, his face was quite uncanny

It could be, perhaps, among us killed his granny.

But I think that the most likely reason of all,

May have been that his GYATT was two sizes too small.

Whatever the reason, His Gyatt, or that Tune.

He stood there on Rizzmas Eve, hating the Goons,

Staring down from his Pizza Tower, peering out of his gate,

At the Fanum-Taxed windows below in their state.

"Tomorrow is Rizzmas! It's practically here!"

Then he growled, with his Freak-lips angrily cussin’,

"I MUST find some way to stop Rizzmas from Bussin!"

For Tomorrow, he knew, all the Gooner girls and boys,

Would wake bright and early. They'd rush for their pronouns, what a sick joke!

And then! Oh, the Woke! Oh, the Woke! Woke! Woke! Woke!

That's one thing he hated! The WOKE!

WOKE! WOKE! WOKE!

Then all the Gooners, the young and the old, would stand flat on thier feet.

And they'd Xeet! And they'd Xeet! And they'd XEET!

XEET! XEET! XEET!

They would Xeet about ishowspeed, Kai Cenat, and Mr. Beast.

Who was a person the Freak couldn't stand in the least!

And THEN They'd do something he liked least of all!

Every Gooner in Ohio, the tall and the small,

Would stand close together, and come to a close.

They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Gooners would eat ass and suck toes!

And they'd edge! and they'd edge!

And they edge!

EDGE! EDGE! EDGE!

And the more the Freak thought of this whole edging display.

The more the Freak thought, "I must end this whole day!"

"Why, for 97 years I've put up with it now!"

"I MUST stop this Rizzmas from bussin! But HOW?

Then he got an idea! A sigma idea!

THE FREAK GOT A WONDERFUL, SIGMA IDEA!

"I know just what to do!" The Freak laughed in his throat.

And he made a quick Rizzler hat and a coat.

And he rizzed, and he tweaked, "What a great Freaky trick!"

"With this coat and this hat, I’ll eat ass and suck dick!"

"All I need is a Pomni..." The Freak looked around.

But, since Pomnis are scarce, there was none to be found.

Did that stop the old Freak? No! The Freak simply said,

"If I can't find a Pomni, I'll cook one instead"

So he called his dog, Bluey. Then he took some red thread,

And he tied a big jester hat on the top of her head.

Then he loaded some upvotes and rexeets and stuck it with gluey,

On an old-fashioned Cybertruck and he hitched up old Bluey.

Then the Freak said, "Bazinga!" And the truck started down,

Toward the homes where the Gooners lay asnooze in their town.

All their windows were Canny. Based snow filled the air.

All the Gooners were watching Dream speedruns without care.

When he came to the first little clubhouse on the square.

"This is stop number one," the old Freaky Bruh mewed,

And he climbed to the roof, in a quite kino mood.

Then he rizzed down the chimney, and it started to creak.

But, if Rizzler could do it, then so could the Freak.

He got stuck only once, he felt like his rent was due.

Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue.

Where the little Gooner’s dingalings, all hung in a row.

"These dingalings," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"

Then he snatched all their memes, with a smile most uncanny,

Around the whole room, every nook, every cranny!

Jumbo Josh! And Dirk Dinkum! Bendy! Ai Art!

Hello Neighbor! Wega! Huggy Wuggy! And even Bowser Fart.

And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Freak, very nimbly,

Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!

Then he slunk to the Xitter. He took the Goons' Xeets!

He took the hot takes! He took the clubhouse that happened to be Pete’s!

He cleaned out that Xitter in a large puff of smoke.

Why, that Freak even took their last can of old-fashioned coke!

Then he stuffed all the Reddit Gold up the chimney with glee.

"And NOW!" grinned the Freak, "I will stuff up the Skibidi!"

And the Freak grabbed the Toilet, and pushed until then,

He heard a small sound like the no of an old talking Ben.

He turned around fast, and he saw a small Goon!

Little Cindy-Loon Goon, who was roughly as Woke as a Stonetoss cartoon.

The Freak had been caught by this gooner snowflake,

Who'd got out of bed for a cold Grimace shake.

She stared at the Grinch and said, "Mr. Rizzler, why,”

"Why are you taking our Skibidi? WHY?"

But, you know, that old Freak was so based and so slick,

He thought up a cap, and he thought it up quick!

"Why, my retro little tot," the fake Rizzler lied

"The Skibidi in this toilet has a small Pibby Glitch inside"

"So I'm taking it home to my Digital Circus asap."

"I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back, no-cap."

And his lie fooled the gooner. Then he tweaked on her head,

And he got her some lean and he sent her to bed

And when CindyLoon Goon went to bed with her cup,

He went to the chimney and stuffed the toilet up!

Then the last thing he took was the ketchup for their fries!

Then he went up the chimney, himself, and cut ties.

On their walls he left nothing but some old xitter bot replies.

And the one speck of Rizz that he left in the clubhouse,

Was a Pingas that was too small for even Mortimer Mouse.

Then he did the same thing to other Gooner’s houses

Leaving Pingas much too small For the other Gooner’s mouses!

It was quarter past dawn... All the Goons, still a-bed,

All the Goons, still asnooze When he packed up his Truck,

Packed it up with their Chungus! The Banban! The Max Design Pro!

The Imposter! the Pomni! And the Gadagdegdagdago!

Sixty-nine thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Pumpit

He rode with his load to the tip-top to dump it!

"Boo hoo to the Goons!" he was Freakishly cussin’.

"They're finding out now that no Rizzmas is bussin!"

"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!"

"Their mouths will hang open like an unattached lid,

Then the Gooners in Ohio will all shout “This is Mid”!

"That's a noise," grinned the Freak, "That I simply MUST hear!"

So he paused. And the Freak put his hand to his ear.

And he did hear a sound rising over the peak.

It started in low. Then it started to tweak.

But the sound wasn't mid! Why, this sound sounded sussy!

It couldn't be so! But it WAS sussy! AMONGUSSY!

He stared down at Ohio! The Freak bulged his eyes!

Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking suprised!

Every Gooner in Ohio, the tall and the small,

Was Edging! Without any memes at all!

He HADN'T stopped Rizzmas from Bussin! IT BUSSED!

Somehow or other, it Bussed just becuss!

And the Freak, with his Freak-toes ice-cold in the snow,

Stood rizzaling and rizzaling: "How could it be so?"

"It came without Banban! It came with no stare"

"It came without Baldi, Pibby, or Freddy Fazbear!"

And he puzzled FOUR HOURS, till his Freaky gyatt was sore.

Then the Freak thought of something he hadn't before!

"Maybe Rizzmas," he thought, "doesn't give people Ligma."

"Maybe Rizzmas...perhaps… is a little bit Sigma!"

And what happened then? Well...in Ohio they say,

That the Freak's small Gyatt grew 420 sizes that day!

And the minute his Gyatt didn't feel quite so tight,

He rizzed with his load through the canny morning light,

And he tweaked back the toys! And the Gooners shouted Hoorey!

And he, HE HIMSELF! The Freak served his coke the old-fashioned way

claws at muy skun QUIEF GTHUS

[danothan]

trick or treat highlights!

- i told a group of teenagers that they could take 2 candies and one of them goes “ehh… okay i’ll do it for the meme” ?? i hope the Youths never change

- wonder woman AND superman (spiderman pointing meme bc i was wearing my superman jacket)

- lindsay and sierra from total drama (they were so excited i recognized their costumes, they didn’t think anyone would!)

- lego construction worker!! got to show off my lego benny bag + lego superman zipper >:]

- a little batman kid and their older sibling (midnight witch) points to me and goes “look, avengers just like you!” close enough !

- i was working on commissions while sitting out there and a velma goes “you like drawing too?? ive been working on an anime character myself!” and i so badly wish i couldve asked abt velma’s oc but trick or treating goes by so quickly </3

- I SAW THE FLASH!!! but they were too shy to respond T__T

- 2 baby sharks, one needed help grabbing candy bc their flippers had no fingers…

- whole family of spiderppl, gwen orchestrated it all, naturally

this was my first night personally handing out candy, it was sm fun!! i already have plans for next year, all the new types of candy to hand out,,,

[humming-fly]

Yeah I’d like to know more about Prism and Fayre! 🍅💼🍨🪄⚖️ or either or both?

[ask meme] oh man quite the collection there lol

🍅 (Tomato) - If Kirby absorbed them or their attacks, what Copy Ability [or Abilities] would he get? Alternatively, if they themselves are capable of using the Copy Ability, do they have a favourite?

Prism: Wing ability (rare chance of Poison)

Fayre: Mirror ability (rare chance of Poison)

💼 (Bag) - Inventory check! What items does your OC typically carry around with them? What do they carry them in?

(Prism left Fayre right I forgot to label these lol)

🍨 (Ice Cream) - The Invader Armour undergoes a drastic transformation depending on its pilot. If they were to wield it, what appearance would their mech take on? What abilities would it have?

oh jeez i am not creative enough for this one tragically - Probably just the same variants from the ability question but just applied to the robot lol

🪄 (Magic Wand) - Are they capable of wielding magic? Is it a learned skill, or is it innate? What sorts of spells can they cast? Do they possess any magical items or artifacts? [e.g. the Dimensional Mantle]

Both Prism and Fayre have small amounts of innate magic that is tied to their wings - Prism’s magic basically makes the Wing ability viable, replacing the feathers every time she plucks one to use as throwing darts, and Fayre’s wings are constantly putting out a weird psychedelic aura (while this is largely a physical affect the same way prism’s feathers being poisonous is, there is a magical component).

since fayre’s a mirror double they have some additional tricks at their disposal, like the ability to potentially create a reflective barrier, but really the only time they’ll consciously use magic is if they’re altering the appearance of the face their mask is reflecting. (Fayre’s wing-cape technically isn’t a magical item, but is more a wacky swapping spell than anything. What happens to the cape doesn’t happen to the wings and vice versa, but the cape also can’t be removed from Fayre the same way their wings can’t. That trick derived from a brief foray into a more knitted dimension a while back.)

⚖️ (Scales) - On the subject of a certain someone’s lengthy rant; is your OC moreso on the side of magic or science? Somewhere in-between? Do they incorporate the two together in some way?

Fayre leans a bit more magic than science and Prism is largely neutral! Going into random details Prism is a bit more hip with using tech just because it comes up more in her day to day - she finds it practical but not all that exciting, and similarly intense magical conjurings go way over her head.

As for Fayre they don’t really know much about tech or how it works but they also have a highly observant way of thinking that makes them bizarrely astute at picking out logical fallacies in hardware, less in a “I know what is happening” way and more in a “oh yeah that’s probably not turning on because that one wire is going into the wrong input” pointing at something like this

They’d probably make a pretty stellar debugger if they weren’t more interested in hunting down physical bugs instead

[eb-fanficfan-1458]

Trick-or-Treat! I have come knocking on your Tumblr door asking for a treat. You can answer with a meme, a bit of art/fic, a fic recommendation, pictures of candy, or something else! Then go to your mutual’s Tumblr door and ask them for a treat! Happy Halloween! 🎃👻 (don’t answer until October 31)

Omg, hi! Thank you for this. I was actually writing something when you send this. I guess a preview can't hurt :)

{Daisy practically barged into Natasha’s room, ignoring the stabs of pain in her leg, knowing Friday had already warned the spy anyway. “You’re leaving?” she said, almost accusingly.

Natasha looked up from where she was packing a duffle bag. “Not voluntarily. But yeah. I’m heading to Norway, it’s supposed to be nice.” It sounded cheerily, but Daisy heard the exhaustion in her voice. “Can I come? Me and Bobbi?” she burst out.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at her, and she shuffled awkwardly on her feet. “I mean, we could come with you. Keep you company.”

“You want to join a war criminal on the run? I though you tried that already?”

Daisy ignored the jest. “You’re not a war criminal.”

Natasha scoffed, resuming her packing. “The government argue differently,” she mumbled.

Daisy looked at her pack for a few moments longer, before making a decision. She hobbled over, well aware that Natasha punch her, but she couldn’t care less. She wrapped her arms around the spy from behind. Natasha tensed, but then relaxed. “This is…”

“Unexpected? Kinda nice? Unlike me?” Daisy filled in for her. Natasha nodded. “Yes,” she said with a smile. Daisy shrugged, not letting go just yet. “I’ll have you know I was a very huggy person before I got brainwashed.” }

Again thank you! I'll ask some other people :)))

[kitchener-waterloo]

Trick-or-Treat! I have come knocking on your Tumblr door asking for a treat. You can answer with a meme, a bit of art/fic, a fic recommendation, pictures of candy, or something else! Then go to your mutual’s Tumblr door and ask them for a treat! Happy Halloween! 🎃👻

You get a BAG OF SQUARES

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NPC/GUEST MUSE TAGS

Never Tasted As Sweet A Poison As You Have You're An Urge That Can Never Be Cured (αитσи)

I Know It's Difficult So I Will Be Patient (αяια∂иє)

It's High Noon When You Step Into The Pit It's A Monster's Ball And They're Digging A Ditch (вяι¢к)

I Never Learned To Read And I Never Learned To Cook (¢нαѕтιту)

Strip Off The Weight Of Mortality And Check It At The Door (fαвιєи)

I Don't Think I'm Right And I Know It's Not Fair (ιмєℓ∂α)

I Won't Miss This I Won't Blow It You Know It! (мαяαвυѕ)

This Ain't Build A Bitch I'm Filled With Flaws And Attitude (мιѕѕ qυιqυι)

Girls Get Angry Too I'm A Samurai Princess I'll Smash You (иιкινα)

Smoke And Mirrors And Everything Nice (яσ¢к)

VERSE TAGS

V: No Matter Where You've Been Or Who You Are If It Doesn't Kill You It's Sure To Leave A Horrible Scar - Human/Pre-Death Verse - This applies to the demons as their Human Verse and the Sinners as their Alive Verse.

V: Got No Money But It's Always Always Sunny Honey - Younger Verse - Child/Teen Verses for my muses

V: I Was Made For Loving You Baby You Were Made For Loving Me - Ostello Lives Verse. Ostello and Valentino are still together, and Ostello lets Val do as he pleases with other people as long as he comes back to him at the end of the day. Their marriage is open and Val is free to do whatever he wants for the most part.

V: Says Now We're Having Fun Give Me All Your Love I'll Never Get Enough - Broken Verse - Tino is not in charge of anything, and is kept as a pretty pet in this verse. He travels dimensions.

V: I Am A Hostage To My Own Humanity Self Detained And Forced To Live In This Mess I've Made - Fallen!Adam AU - After he was killed by Niffty, Adam was thoroughly made unholy by his actions both leading up to his death and in Heaven knowing what he was doing behind the scenes in secret. He appeared in Hell unrecognizable enough that he can skate by without being noticed, but he is one of a very select few Sinners with wings that resemble angelic (but frayed) wings. VERSE DEPENDENT: He crashed, fully on fire, into Lucifer's living room when he spawned in Hell.

V: Tell Me Which One Is Worse Living Or Dying First? - Godhood AU - Valentino and Velvette-centric God AU based on This

AU Verses With @strangeandun-muse-ual

V: You Hate 'Cause I'm A Rockstar A Pretty Little Problem - Rockstar AU

V: I'll Be Your Cheap Slut Savior - Scamverse AU

V: He Is The Drug That You Hate To Crave And I Am The Liar You Made To Praise - Crime Husbands Good End AU

V: Under These Circumstances Every Heartbeat's Criminal - Crime Husbands True End AU

V: I Wanna Give You My Heart So You Can Beat It Up - Crime Husbands Bad End AU

V: Do You Love Me? Yes No Maybe I'll Be Seeing Hades Soon - Voxdes and Persephetino AU

V: Haunt Me Haunt Me Like You Used To I Love You Most When You Scare Me To Death - Ghost Husband Verse

V: Sin Was On His LIps As He Twisted His HIps - Incubus!Valentino Verse

V: The Smell Of Flowers Was So Thick And Sickly Sweet I Felt Like I Might Choke To Death - Hanahaki Variant Of Mainverse

V: Girls With Tattoos Who Like Getting In Trouble - Genderbent Verse

V: Took Them By Surprise Worked My Way Uphill - College AU

V: Sharks Green With Envy They Wonder What You See In Me - Mermaid!Valentino AU

V: Every Kiss And Every Word They Were Bullets Spraying Hazardly From Lips - Royal AU

V: If I Had Something To Say To You I'd Whisper It Softly - Smut Writer!Era AU

V: Bleed The Neon From The Bite Marks - Werewolf!Emil/Vampire!Era Verse

V: I Know My Girlfriend Is A Witch - Summoned Chaz/Human Velvette Verse

V: Do You Wanna Party Malibu Barbie? - Sugar Baby!Valentino Verse

V: I'm Going Crazy Little Tiny Hollywood Baby - Actors VoxTelloTino AU

V: I Tried On Your Lipstick I Thought I Looked Pretty But You Didn't Care No 'Cause You're Always Busy - Actor!Val, Producer!Vox Verse

V: Cast Into Darkness They Would Be Damned For Being A Man Holding Hands - Fallen Angel Adam AU

V: Push Me Along And Leave Me So Desperate And Ravenous I'm So Weak And Powerless Over You - Mobwife Valentino AU

AU Verses With @dont-take-shxt-from-other-demons, and @strangeandun-muse-ual

V: The Successful Removal Of You Would Probably Kill Me Too - Vox Dying Verse

V: Everybody Needs A Little Trouble - "Teenverse"/Humanverse

V: Tell Me Tell Me That We Will Never See Tomorrow - "Teenverse"/Humanverse Zombie AU

AU Verses With @dont-take-shxt-from-other-demons

V: A Psalm In Napalm Abandon All Hope But Try To Stay Calm - Velvette Abducts Lucifer Verse

AU Verses With @erthlyheavn

V: I Go Out Of My Way Everyday Just Hoping That I'll Catch You Walking Down The Street - Human Verse MothMaid AU

V: It's Not A Love Song But You're Alright - Human Verse

AU Verses With @helluvaxhazbin

V: I'll Tell Uncle Rocko To Call Off The Guys With The Crowbars - Moxxie stayed with the mob AU

AU Verses With @seven-circlllxs

V: Gotta Get Your Fix Down In Hollywood - Splitscreen Verse

AU Verses With @voxiiferous

V: See Every Time You Turn Around They’re Screaming Your Name - Modern Human AU

EVENT TAGS

E: On Thursdays We Break Up - Extended Break-Up Event With @strangeandun-muse-ual's Vox and Valentino

E: Down With Vox - Event Thread With @strangeandun-muse-ual, @winters-club, and @infernal-feminae

E: Aggressive Positivity - Flash Open Event With @dont-take-shxt-from-other-demons

E: The Great Moth Off - Should Valentino or Mothman be @voxiiferous' boyfriend? Open Event

MY BLOGS/MUSES TAGS

Say What You Wanna But I'm Here To Stay 'Cause I'm A Mean Ole Lion (Cash & Barbie)

It's Never A Whisper It's Always A Scream A Promise We Made To Kill The Time Between (Valentino & Legiondario)

I Hate The Way The Townspeople Gather Outside They Hang On Every Breath (Vick & Valentino)

They Let Ole Al Out Of The Jail And The Man Who Paid His Bail Was Waitin' On Al To Chop Some More (Alastor ♡ Angel Dust)

The Dinosaurs Will Turn To Dust They'll Die Because We Say They Must (Alastor ♡ Nifty)

There's Someone Lurking Inside Of You That Someone Is Me (Alastor ♡ Valentino)

I'll Be Damned If I See You With Some Other Man If I Cannot Have You Then Nobody Can (Athan ♡ Ozzie)

Candlelit Loneliness I Lay On Your Side Of The Bed (Baetyl ♡ Andrealphus)

We Keep The Party Moving Till We Drink The Last Drop (Beelzebub ♡ Ozzie)

Eat With Your Hands It's Fine I'm On The Menu (Beelzebub ♡ Valentino)

Just Try And Nibble On My Biscuits And My Rainbow Cake (Beelzebub ♡ Velvette)

She's Like What'd You Say? We'll Just Let Our Bodies Translate (Chazz ♡ Barbie)

The Whole World Was Watching And Laughing On The Day That I Crashed And Burned At Your Feet (Erasmo ♡ April)

Wait Your Turn You're Greedy I Hear You (Mammon ♡ Fizzarolli)

Don't Use Him Or You'll Always Need To Feel Ozzie's Loving Little Lamb (Mammon ♡ Ozzie)

You Give Me Your Number I Call You Up You Act Like Your Pvssy Don't Interrupt (Mammon ♡ Valentino)

But The Best Story That I Could Ever Tell Is The One Where I Am Growing Old With You (Ostello ♡ Valentino)

She Says She's Gonna Break My Nose If I Don't Behave Next Week (Paimon ♡ Barbie)

My Baby's Got A Fucked Up Head It Doesn't Matter 'Cause He's So Damn Good In Bed (Summer ♡ Valentino)

The Pill I Keep Takin' The Nightmare I Wake In There's Nothin' No Nothin' But You (Valentino ♡ Angel Dust)

Erase Me So You Don't Have To Face Me Put Me In The Ground And Mow The Daisies (Valentino ♡ Chaz)

Don't Take It Personal You Know It's Just The Way I Roll (Valentino ♡ Nifty)

You'll Fall Down A Hole That's The One Place In This World That We Both Know (Valentino 💔 Ostello)

Just Your Typical Hardcore Casual Sex We're Single But We're Lovers Crazy For Each Other (Valentino ♡ Ozzie)

Let's Dig Up My Ex (Velvette ♡ Ian)

You Will Pace Around Your Cage And Wait For Night To Come (Velvette ♡ Valentino)

You Provide The Envy And I’ll Provide The Spite (Velvette ♡ Vick)

He's Sweet As Pie But If You Break His Heart He'll Turn Cold As A Freeze (Vick ♡ Valentino)

Cocaine Can't Do It Like You Do It To Me (Vick ♡ Velvette ♡ Valentino)

Darling You Love All The Drama 'Cause You're Never Bored I Am Forever Yours (Vox ♡ Valentino)

& TAGS (SPECIFIC)

Friendship Tags With @trumpet-hah

DGAF's And No Regrets Happy Hour Starts At Five (Barbie & Fizzarolli)

Friendship Tags With @strangeandun-muse-ual

Just Tell Me That You Need Me And Stay Right Here With Me (Erasmo & Missy)

History Shows Again And Again How Nature Points Out The Folly Of Men (Zeezi & Vox)

Friendship Tags With @hisslord

Yes I Know Who You Are But I Just Don't Care (Alastor & Angel Dust)

Do Not Befriend Your Food (Alastor & Vaggie)

We Are More Alike Than We Think We Are (Angel Dust & Vaggie)

A Motherly Instinct (Mimzy & Vaggie)

She May Be Crazy But She's Fine To Me (Nifty & Vaggie)

Friendship??? Tag With @spidrboots

I Don't Want Your Cruel Melody (Valentino & Angel Dust)

Friendship Tags With @seven-circlllxs

Our Soul Is The Whole Of The Law (Adam & Lute)

SHIPPING TAGS (SPECIFIC)

[queenharumiura]

Five Smiles - Gokudera

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting||

Prompt: [ FIVE SMILES ] send for five times one muse makes the other smile and the one time they share a smile.

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[1]

She’s so mad. She got tricked by one of the neighborhood kids who liked to pull pranks on people every now and again. What he did was throw something up a tree and then bring out a ladder. Knowing that Haru would’ve been worried about a kid going up a tree with a ladder, she volunteered to go up herself. Tell her WHY the brat decided to wait until she climbed into the tree, grabbed the ball, and then he took the ladder away? Sure, she wouldn’t die if she fell from this height, but it would hurt. She can’t risk hurting herself when she’s still doing gymnastics.

That’s when she hears a short chortle of a laugh. Just her luck. “Don’t laugh. No, I see that smile. Stop it! Don’t even look at me!” Haru rages at the Storm Guardian who is still very much amused by the situation. Like a cat, Haru is hissing under her breath. “That BETTER not be your phone I see. You BETTER not be taking a pi- Kyaa!” She almost loses her balance from her raging at him and she clutches onto the tree for dear life. “Waaaaah Haru is a good person but she’s only being bullied todayyyyy.”

[2]

“Uri? Hahi! So this little one is yours? She came into the kitchen asking for a snack.” Haru is giving the little feline scritches behind her ear. How could one deny pampering such a cute little thing? “Do you need her back right now?” There is a bit of disappointment in her tone that she couldn’t disguise. One, Haru just loved small and cute things in general, but after being blasted into the future for no apparent reason, there was a lot of stress building up. Petting a cute cat was an excellent way to relieve some of her anxious feelings. “That’s great, how about another treat, Uri?” The epidemy of a sunshine smile.

[3]

“Oh, Gokudera, at my school’s school festival they apparently had a UMA booth, and they were selling little things at their booth.” Haru rummages through her bag looking for the item. Knowing that he liked UMA’s, she had to buy something from the booth for him. “It’s a cute little Nessy magnet. I think someone sculpted it and then painted glaze on top.” That’s a lot of effort that went into the craftsmanship of the magnet. She sure hopes that they had decent business so they weren’t operating at a net loss. “It’s cute, isn’t it? I thought of you when I saw it, so I bought it for you.”

[4]

“Just a random flower you found, huh?” Haru receives the flower and smells it. “No real meaning behind it, you say. Hmmmmm~” You know her name means ‘Spring,’ don’t you? You’d be wrong to think that she didn’t study Hanakotoba (The Japanese form of flower language). She may have also dabbled in other flower languages as well, if not only because a good number of her acquaintances are from Europe. She smiles softly, “Hai hai, Haru won’t read too much into it. It’s a coincidence, surely.”

[5]

“Hahi? Oh! Sorry, I didn’t realize I was staring.” She’s always noticed his eyes were pretty, but in the natural sunlight, they looked brighter, and it made them look all the more striking. “You know, you have really pretty eyes, I can get lost just staring into them.” Hm? Who said girls can’t say cheesy lines too? Haru can do whatever she wants, she’ll have you know. Look at his eyes, will you claim that you don’t find them very pretty? She’ll wait. She gasps, “You should smile like that more often too. It’s a very nice smile.” Haru was never embarrassed to give out compliments to others.

“Ah, but not around other girls. Just me.” She is a firm believer of barriers. “I don’t need any more competition.” Hmph. You think she hasn’t heard about your fanclub? She has, and it does bother her, yes.

[-]

Walking side by side, Haru was humming a happy tune when someone comes up to her. “Oh, Obaa-san! Ojii-san! Hello!” She greets the loving elderly couple with a pleasant smile. “Is this the young man we talked about the last time?” Haru links her arm around Gokudera’s, “That’s right, this is my boyfriend. Gokudera, they’re a lovely couple that lives a few doors down from me. They’re very nice people.” The elderly couple always spent so much time together, and they were obviously still very much in love. It was really endearing to see. Couple-goals, really. To grow old together and still be very in love with each other.

“Aren’t they a cute pair, dear?” “Well, Haru certainly has been happier lately. I can see why. You’re good together.” Though they weren’t her actual grandparents, she did see them as some. They’d watched her grow up from the time she was born until now, and they would always be so happy to see her out and about. When she was young, she would go and talk to them about her day, or proudly boast about something she learned. So she was happy to show off her boyfriend to them and get their blessing. “Thank you~”

[thankyouforthev3n0m]

Aye, it's DubDaddy on the track

Not a rapper, but I thought I'd have a crack

Another song, another bar, another stack

We keep coming back now we're picking up the slack

Get laid, get paid, gatorade

Trigger treats sweet but can't beat the blade

It's Halloween bitch it's time to get made

You better lock up or you're gonna get slayed

Aye the boys are comin in

Got lit last night on the cherry gin

Smokin gas, eating ass, now committing sin

We going large like Amy Schumer's second chin

Hey everybody my name is JoshDub

When I don't do crime I talk shit at the club

I like corona no lime and having a tug

I get my bread no crust cause you know I'm a thug

It's Halloween, my girl cook and clean

Doing flips in the sheets, call that trick and treat

In the back of a Bentley and we got on rings

Riding in the streets shouting scary things

The Boys in town and we hunting clowns

Couple Kings with a couple crowns (dank memes)

Scaring kids while we're blowing clouds

It's Mully in the back and your bitch is getting ploughed

It's spooky and cold on this dreadful night

But we got some beauties in our sight

We love the shadows, and fear the light

But we'll steal your girl with one quick bite

On Halloween you can hear many sounds

Some screaming, some crying in the background

But if I see some kind of creepy clown

Oh you better believe it's going down

All the witches they be on me, with glee

When I walk up in a room its a party

Got no reflection but there's one thing you can see

All competition running scared as they should be

Never giving out our secrets I'm like (hush hush)

Wiping away all the haters like a (brush brush)

We be stealing all your candy in a (rush rush)

Dropping songs and videos that always (crush crush)

Got these demons in my head overwhelming me with fear and dread

(Dread dread dread)

Screaming in my bed, keep me grinding till I'm dead

(Dead dead dead)

Spirits in my mind come to visit me from time to time

(Time time time)

People say I'm sick but I swear to God I'm fine

(I'm fine, I'm fine)

Trick or Treat, excuse me what the fuck is this?

Candy corn, Bit O Honey, one Hershey Kiss

Que no sabes que me dicen el Mexorcist

If you don't know who I am, then I'll tell you what it is

Got a blanket to protect me and a wooden cross

I sprinkle holy water to show demons who's boss

I make videos to scare all the kiddos

And I'll exorcise your Tia with a bag of hot Cheetos

I shook Freddy Kruger's hand

Grow harder than the grudge

Make Pennywise float too

And give Huggy Wuggy a hug

I got good at hide and seek

You can always ask the fed

I put poison in your goat

Now that chupacabras dead

I live in the States, born in Monterey

Got a gringa by my side

She can cook some frijoles

I cross the border and la migra said

'hey, come on down but you just can't stay'

Running and hiding and walking and fighting

You don't got the papers to even be trying

To say it was easy then I would be lying

Soy un inmigrante con gran corazón

empeze recojiendo la bazura de tu escalon

Y ahora ocupo la pantallo de tu abitación

Asta parece yo tomo gasolina.

Te incendió con mi rap eso es pura adrenalina

Mi tierra la extraño nunca olvidare mi casa

Un saludo para todos mis latinos y mi raza

Now give me the Reeses cup bitch

Yada yada yada yada, something bout a square

New meme Juice Box bout to go Blair

Like the Witch, that's the sitch

Halloween night bout to wake up in a ditch.

And I'm stacking up dinero

Got this young man feeling like George Romero

Pick the bone clean always saw it in the tarots

Dig a little deeper boy you almost skipped the marrow

I don't really know

I don't really know

Yada yada

Yada yada

My goldfish took a little holiday

Left me feeling sour like that Minute Maid

One day he said he want to go to outer space

So I made a little rocket outta Gatorade bottles

Catch your grandma at the Walmart

And she gonna catch the fade

I don't really give a fuck

Im just tryna get paid

I'll smoke your grandad too

If he even looks my way

I'll kick your little sister

In her motherfucking face

That's that shit you learn in Florida

When you smoking K2

Hold that shit up in my chest

Boy I'm bout to turn blue

Im might mosey down to Target

Man and buy me that canoe

[maximuswolf]

Doritos song

Doritos song (Verse 1)Movie night, chips are a mustPlain potato seems like dustCraving something with a kickGotta have that Doritos trick(Chorus)Doritos, Doritos, cheesy delightEvery flavor takes you to new heightsCool Ranch blast, Nacho Cheese heatSpicy Sweet Chili, can't be beat(Verse 2)Dipping salsa, guacamole tooDoritos magic sees them throughGame day grub or late-night snackAlways there to bring you back(Chorus)Doritos, Doritos, cheesy delightEvery flavor takes you to new heightsCool Ranch blast, Nacho Cheese heatSpicy Sweet Chili, can't be beat(Bridge)Crunchy triangles, satisfaction guaranteedThe boldest flavors, can't be decreed(Chorus)Doritos, Doritos, cheesy delightEvery flavor takes you to new heightsCool Ranch blast, Nacho Cheese heatSpicy Sweet Chili, can't be beat(Outro)So next time you're feeling peckishReach for a bag, it's the perfect fixI was bored and eating a bag of Doritos, so I got the idea to ask Google to come up with a song about Doritos, and this is what it generated, I just need someone to come up with the music for it, I will make sure to give you credit for the music, and Gemini credit for the lyrics, and the only thing I'll give myself credit for is the idea, so if you want to help me make the next big possible viral meme, HMU Submitted June 23, 2024 at 02:02AM by Ben_Schulz32 https://ift.tt/3ojzgGD via /r/Music

[madeimpact]

Trick-or-Treat!!! (which of ur muses will give the baby the candy she deserves...)

Ask box trick or treat (now with meme)! || @telepathforger

If Anya tries to read his mind, she's just going to hear how adorable he thinks she is right now. Deservedly so. No manipulation tactics needed here! Noctis drops a handful of candy into her bag.

❝ Here you go. Happy Halloween. Be safe, okay? ❞