#🎃 interactions

[bcnedaddy]

Closed starter for: @naturallytwofaced Location: Mason's office

Jack stood in the corner of Mason's office, too on edge to sit or stay still long enough without rapidly bouncing his leg or insistently tapping his fingers on the armrest of the vacant chair. The announcement of missing people was not something Jack had time to prepare for when it came to writing out official statements and such for Mason. He'd already been a wreck from anxiety and the lack of sleep building up. Late nights turned to mornings so frequently that dreaded the sunrise. Now with people going missing on top of it he grew worried for the people close to him. Jack was lost in his thoughts when Mason had spoke up. Snapped away from them he looked over at the mayor. "I'm sorry I wasn't listening," he admitted before getting caught up in his thoughts again. "It's terrifying, you know. People going missing." He rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes for a moment, his head pounding from a migraine that was more of an inconvenience than anything. Not much scared Jack, but the thought of someone he loved disappearing into thin air and not knowing if they were safe terrified him. "Everyone is scared." He looked back up at Mason with tired eyes detracted with dark circles. "What are you..." What are you going to do? That question seemed unfair. "There has to be an answer to all of this." An answer Jack was determined to find out. It was just another mystery for him to try and unravel in the late hours of night when he couldn't focus on anything else. "Sometimes I feel like there is something more than we know about that's present. Does that make sense?"

[bcnedaddy]

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Helena's words stabbed deep and it took every ounce of self control for him not to reach out to her, to hold her and comfort her. Instead he let her grip his arm as tightly as she needed to. Jack didn't understand what the wall between them she had put up was hiding on her side. He wanted to know. His curious nature couldn't help that. Not only that, he wanted to know every small detail about her. He cared about what she had to say. "Then trust me," he told her in a soft, shaky voice. His self control failed and he slowly reached out to grab her hand, squeezing tightly. "Trust me and care like I do for you. I care so so much." His eyes stared into hers, and for a moment he almost got lost admiring them. "We all have darkness, Helena. That...that doesn't mean it necessarily a bad thing. I-- I would never see you as any less than you are no matter what it is."

His jaw quivered as he spoke. His voice was shaking and he was afraid Helena would be able to hear how fast his heart was beating. "What if there isn't another life? What if this is the only chance we have?" His eyes pleaded her, trying to understand why she was scared. "We are just two people...having drinks...kissing...I-I know we have a connection. I feel it in my soul." Jack thought they could be happy together. He was certain of it. Life was cruel though and it had clearly had not been kind to Helena, the person he cared about above all else. If there was anyone Jack would sacrifice everything for and do anything they asked it was Helena. He cared for her so deeply it frightened him. "I wish you would let me understand, Helena... You don't have to tell me anything, but you can. I will always listen." Jack didn't know what her so called darkness was but he would accept her nonetheless. "Nothing you do could ever destroy me. I'm always going to be on your side. I will always fight for you, Hel. You're worth...everything and more to me." He smiled again, trying to make it seem somewhat happy. "You're never going to be alone as long as I'm alive."

Helena was no fool. She knew her words hurt him. Her rejection made him pull away as if she burned him, despite how polite he tried to be. His smile didn't reach his eyes and it was her fault. Whether she was honest with him about herself or not, the hurt would follow them both. She was hoping that she was doing it the right way, the best way, but she didn't know. She could hear her sister in her head chastising her for pushing away a good person. Trying to draw lines when she didn't want to. She had no right for him saying he made a mistake to sting her so much, but it did. He was right; he was making a mistake by caring about her. He was making a mistake by wanting more than she could give. She was making a mistake into thinking she could be carefree around a man with a good heart.

Still her hand reached out to him and grabbed his arm. She was trembling trying to keep her composure but she couldn't take back what she said. Even though she wished she could. If she was a different person with a different life....she would care about him loudly. She would give him a shot. She would tell him she would stay as long as he would have her. She gripped the sleeve of his shirt tightly, looking down at the floor so that her face didn't betray her further. "Don't you see?" she asked him, her voice shaking, sobering up in the worst way. "I trust you more than anyone I've ever met! My sister doesn't....she doesn't even see this much of me...." Her guilt and her shame were eating at her, but she had to make sure she got this out before it was too late. "I care...I care so much that I can't....I can't destroy you. I can't...I would never forgive myself if my darkness devoured you whole. I can't...I won't...." She didn't let go of him, even as her voice grew quiet and her walls went back up. "In another life...." she began, her voice a whisper. "We would be two people...building a connection....having a few friendly drinks....sharing a kiss...or more....we could be happy....in that different life...."

[snuggly-bunnie]

Cozy Fall day in: agere choice game!

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Note: this is my first agere choice game! I hope you enjoy! 🎃

How to play?: Just reblog with your answers in the post/tags, or you can save the pictures and use an editing app to circle your choices.

[circuseyesofgod-if]

PLAY HERE 🎪 🎠

in this update, you will :

experience the Circus through the eyes of someone familiar

meet Pharo, the Ringleader (one of the RO's for MC)

have a glimpse of Odessa (another one of MC's ROs)

meet Melissandre, the tarot reader

experience Death. or something close to it.

listen to some creepy circus music heh

you can also change the theme colors! (black, yellow, or red)

happy halloween everyone 🎃 as promised, here's the demo release for Circus : Eyes of God (fireworks fireworks)!! this demo release contains only the prologue for now, so no MC related choices yet. even so, i hope you guys will enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it ^^ (also Vesper lovers especially, you guys are in for a treat🤭)

thank you sooooo incredibly much to @albywritesfiction for coding it and being super patient and understanding (because i'm a bit of a nitpicky person ><). without them, i wouldn't be able to finally release this game. and of course, thank you so much to my handsome boyfriend @childrenofcain-if for being so encouraging and bringing me back into the IF scene (and for pushing back his own demo update date to give me a chance to put mine out. best boyfriend ever award 🥇) bestest people ever actually <3

[fighting-these-demons]

Dracula-Compliant Vampire AU - FCShenanigans

So what ships would y'all like to see with this setup?

Master or Natasha would be fun vampire candidates but I'm also looking for stuff we don't fiddle with much!

(We don't need to be mutuals - if you want to join in, hop into the replies! 🎉)

[bcnedaddy]

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Nothing made sense. Well, things didn't often make sense inside the brain of Jack Skellington as he was often left deciphering them himself. People vanishing into thin air didn't make sense either, and if anything made even less sense. It had him troubled. He was thankful the few close to him were still there, but that didn't stop him from feeling troubled about it all. What if it happened again? What if more people went missing? What if the people who were missing ended up somewhere terrible. Terrible as in the type of nightmares he has, Jack thought to himself. He knew now more than ever he had to help Mason. Jack wore himself far too thin though. He had more sleepless nights than not, a decent night's sleep coming once in a blue moon. He was constantly anxious and when he had dreams they were haunting him with hallucinations of ghouls, witches, ghosts, and a boogie man. He didn't know what they meant but something sparked inside of him and he suddenly felt more connected to them. He couldn't grasp why, and perhaps that's why he was nursing his fifth glass of gin at the casino's bar he'd grown to be a bit fond of despite it's spine crawling feeling it gave Jack every time he walked inside.

Jack had been lost in his own world, troubled by drunken thoughts of what he should or shouldn't do and wondering what his nightmares meant once again. He was snapped out of his thoughts when every glass went flying off the bar and yelling followed behind. For a moment all Jack could do was look at Oz but when he realized everyone else was too he simply stood up. He followed the man as he tried to disappear, something telling him he needed to talk to him despite his rage. When Jack had the chance he stood in front of him, nearly stumbling over. He was definitely a sight. Disheveled hair, dark circles under his eyes, and drunk in a casino with no intention to gamble. "Rough night?" Jack asked, though he realized maybe Oz had a more ghastly reason for being upset than just a rough night of work. His face faltered a bit, wondering if someone that meant something to the infuriated man was on the list. "I'd be angry too, you know," he said as if he knew why he was upset. "I think I'd go to hell and back to find someone I cared about." Helena flashed into his mind, fearing the worst could happen to her and how he would react. He shook the thought from his mind and looked at Oz. "I'm sorry, that's just me rambling as usual and assuming the worst."

open: for everyone! @evermorehqsstart

location: moonlight casino

he couldn't believe it, none of it made sense. a handful of people just gone missing, just like that? bullshit. it didn't really matter, because the boogie man was losing it. all sense and logic was thrown out the window once he saw shona's name in bright bold on the missing persons list. he awoke in the morning to find her side of the bed empty which wasn't unusual but he remembered it had made him feel uneasy. throughout the day his texts and calls went unanswered, she didn't show up for work. then mason's psa hit the news and oz lost it. for someone who weaved bad dreams into the minds of strangers this was his personal nightmare. he'd spend all the money he had to find her, expend any men for the cause, he'd tear the fucking world apart. refreshing the feed on his phone wasn't making him feel any better. he was seeing red, knuckles turning white with how hard he was gripping the phone before slamming it down onto the bars counter shouting. "fuck!" the screen had smashed into a million tiny pieces, but he wasn't done. in one swift motion sweeping all the glassware off the counter and throwing it against the wall. his breathing became rapid, his chest rising and falling with each manic breath. noticing every set of eyes in the house was now on him. "clean this shit up!"

he finally barked at one the employee's before pulling out a cigarette from his vest pocket and his lucky snake eye lighter (which didn't feel so lucky in the moment) and moved off to the side. trying to find a place to blend into the shadows again. he just needed to think.

[the-xenomania-subsys]

★ Chained Angelic ★

A xenogender that is connected to angels but also feels trapped or chained down. This gender may be gloomy and lonely.

This can be interpreted as religious or non-religious based on the user.

Pronoun Examples! : Angel/Angels/Angelself/Chain/Chained/Chainedself/Trap/Trapped/Trappedself

[story-book-sillies]

This is who I’ll be most of October btw

[bcnedaddy]

Closed starter for: @helbcrne Location: Once Upon A Page

"Thank you for coming with me on short notice," Jack said to Helena as they waited in line with their purchases. "I just finished the third book in the series. Been driving me mad for hours that I didn't know what was going to happen. So, I knew I had to get here before it closed. I just...didn't want to go alone. I come here alone and late enough as it is. They must think I have no friends." Jack let out a light laugh. Despite his goal to get his book he had more than just one being carried in his arms. It was a bit of a habit of his, going to the bookstore and picking up a few too many books or other random items he found along the way. "Now that I have some company though I'm not feeling as impatient." He smiled at her. "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to stick around with me for a while after this. We could go anywhere. We could even sit in silence and read if you wanted to." When the cashier waved them over he walked the few steps to the counter, placing his books down before looking over at Helena with a smile. "C'mon. Put your things up here. I'll pay."

[bcnedaddy]

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Jack hadn't slept yet. (The yet was more of an 'if' he would.) He was riding an adrenaline high that resulted in him with a boost of writer's muse. Scribbling away furiously into his journal Jack never noticed Zane enter the kitchen. His footsteps must have been light as a ghost with how quiet he had been. Even when he spoke up to himself Jack didn't notice Zane. It wasn't until he heard his own name come out in a startled tone that he looked up. "I...don't know." He looked at the time on his watch and furrowed his brow. "I suppose I have." He looked over at Zane, his own cup of coffee he'd had now in his hand as he took a sip. After setting the mug down he stood up and stretched his arms out and yawned. Disheveled hair rested just above his eyes and he smoothed it back in attempt to look somewhat put together. "Did you sleep through your alarms again?" Jack had never heard them go off has he had been so hyper fixated on his writing. For once. A smile crossed over Jack's features as he looked at Zane. "Well, it's already late. No use in going to sleep now," he stated in regards to him not sleeping at all. "What's your plan for the day? I should probably take a break from writing but I also don't want to lose the streak I'm on."

@bcnedaddy at the apartment

Zane stretched his arms out in a yawn as he stumbled down the hallway on muscle memory alone, not even convinced his brain was functioning this early. He'd been sleeping like the dead lately, not hearing alarms or drifting off watching TV. Maybe he just needed a higher dose of caffeine. He hummed to himself reaching the kitchen, his hands lazily slapping cupboards until he found the right one and reached for a clean mug. "Sweet nectar of the gods" he smiled reaching for the pot of coffee and filling up his mug to the lip. He spun around to take a seat at the table, but braced himself against the counter in shock. "Shit Jack-- sometimes I forget you live here. --You been in here long?"

[pet-cemetery-emotes]

exsqueeze me

OKAY slash gen for a sec but. Actually, hang on im struggling to figure out the most concise and polite way to say this but. Im gonna try!

You can take my emojis and run! It's free, and easy! Collect them in a burner Discord server if you have Nitro! Pop em in a server with every antiendo in the world. idgaf, i genuinely dont want to limit who has the ability to vocalize themselves. I dont think accessibility should hinge on being the correct kind of person, or not being "annoying", or not being traumatized in a consumable or polite way. We're all on our own journeys. I hope we all arrive at a place where we can be compassionate to each other, even if we will never understand each other. So anyone on god's green earth can use my emojis.

But anti-endo rhetoric is triggering to me. And I've said this before, in addition to the paragraph above - Do not interact with me if you are anti-endo! I will block you, for my own safety and peace of mind. You can still access my emojis by viewing them from desktop at this link if you Really want them. Anon, this ask was the least tactful thing you could've done. You could not have found a more direct way to make yourself known to me, and you are summarily IP blocked for it. Lol

I'm giving anyone who reads this permission to not tell me things. It's okay. These are free to use stickers, and I mean that. I hope you use them with kindness in your hearts, but that is out of my hands. Whether or not I would like you should matter way less than your ability to advocate for and express yourself, and if using my work is the easiest way to do that, then I want you to take that. :)

[help-an-alter]

Greetings, once more. I am not a fragment, yet looking for 'unique' names for a god. Themes I have to suggest, - All-seeing - All-knowing - Reigning/Controlling - Puppetmaster Thank you for your help. - 🎃🌹

hello! i hope these are okay ^_^

Ansaldo, Arian Cato Damasos, Damian, Deus, Dom(inance), Emyr, Judge, Kairos, Kostis Restraint, Revenant, Rex, Solavita, Sybil, Veles, Zenon

if any of the other mods have any further ideas feel free to edit and add on!

[marsthegaymer]

There is nothing like laying down with your favorite stuffie watching your favorite movie and eating dino nuggets with juice in your favorite hello kitty pajamas all snug. <3

[bcnedaddy]

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Jack had always been more of a 'dinner' person or 'late night snack' kind of guy. He was not a 'let's get breakfast' or even lunch type either. Still, he wouldn't decline Mason's offer to meet up, figuring the man would be just as exhausted as he was himself. Insomnia with twisting thoughts of what ifs and what could bes kept him awake at night. He was far too focused late at night, it's when he thrived best. He was looking at the menu but not really reading it, still thinking about the dreams he had of a strange town when all he wanted was inspiration for his book. When Mason spoke he looked up from the menu he wasn't paying attention and to the ibuprofen he was taking.

"No, I haven't," Jack said after a few moments of silence. His focus became analyzing Mason. His expression, why he was taking ibuprofen, the look of pure exhaustion and defeat on his face. It was almost depressing. Jack frowned and set his menu down. He knew this all too well. Mason hadn't slept and was hungover. Jack had had nights like that, but this seemed to be a repeat occurrence lately. "Mason, my friend," Jack said carefully. "You can't go on like this. What troubles you so much lately that you torture yourself day after day? You're unhappy, I can see it in your eyes." His brow furrows a bit as he speaks. How could he help his troubled friend? Was his incapability to help him make him a poor friend? So many questions ran through Jack's mind. "What does make you happy these days? You must find light in the smallest of crevices and corners. The things you hate so much. I know you're under a lot of pressure. A lot of it is brought on yourself, as much as I hate to say it it's the truth." Jack sighs and leans back in his seat slightly. "I wish to help you, you just have to let me."

He was nursing quite the hangover, but Mason was not one to cancel on people. Even if he woke up at nine am with a throbbing in his temple. He must not have slept more than four hours at best, but he had to admit getting some food in him was probably not a bad idea, curb the slight nausea with something greasy, salty and downright unhealthy. Besides, he was the one that had invited Jack to lunch. The show must go on... whether or not it should. "I'm really not sure what to order," he stated, tossing back his fourth Ibuprofen and chasing it with water. The lights were bright enough he was squinting, trying to make sense of the words before him, but hopefully Jack was too preoccupied with his own menu to notice the disheveled look of the mayor who seemed to have forgotten how to read. "Have you decided, yet?"

@bcnedaddy

[radical-sainthood]

YOU'RE PRETTY AND ILY! Also you deserve attention and WILL get it. I'll make sure. If nothing else, my system has transharmful and transprogrammers who will probably interact 🤷‍♂️

From 🎃

:OOOO thank you <33344 you're my favorite ever <33

I love attention, it's like, my whole thing! And I would very much like to interact with your transharmfuls and transprogrammers

I am a moobloom!Tommyinnit if that piques any interest! I'm mostly a dsmp Innit (with a STRONG attachment to exile) but I have noncanon mems,,,, maybe I'll ramble about them some time!

[weaselishmcdiesel]

trick or treat!!! hi weasel!!! :D

LEEOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY HALLOWEEN IM GIVING YOU ALL YOUR DND GUYS BUT PLUSHIE SIZED!!!!!