#1st Halloween fic tho!!!

[jinxs-gf]

he’s a monster

vampire!conner x reader

summary: after thinking you escaped an encounter with a vampire, he continues to show up in your life. what does he want from you?

content/warnings: lots of descriptions of blood, a gun is pulled on you, uhhh stalking?, I swear it’s not as bad as it sounds, r has contradictory thoughts, angsty conner, setting up a future relationship potentially?

word count: 2.7k

a.n. had an idea and I completely fumbled it

It was late, dark, and gloomy. Usually the park is completely empty at this time. Not tonight. In the dark crevices of the tall trees you see a man.

He’s on top of someone, a sickening slurp erupts the otherwise quiet area.

He hears your gasp, turning abruptly in your direction.

And...oh god. Blood. He's got blood all over him. Yet the place that strikes you most is his mouth. The red glistening around his mouth and his bared teeth—fangs.

Fuck. You're done for.

He stares straight at you, his gaze piercing, eyes red.

The worst part is, even if he wasn't a vampire he'd still be a danger. He's huge, tall and all muscle. He was probably incredibly fast even before becoming what he is now.

A monster.

You're scared shitless and that fear only increases tenfold when he makes his way toward you. His steps are slow but the leaves cracking under his harsh stomps make you flinch.

He's coming for you. You're his next victim.

You're not sure what to do, running wouldn't matter, would it?

You walk backwards, turning your back to him would only do you harm. You'd be faster with your steps but you want to give yourself enough time to feel out a pesky tree branch that could potentially trip you.

"Wait—no. Y-you don't have to do this. Please!"

You hold your arms out in a placating manner. You're trying to tame a beast here, what else are you to do? It's your only attempt at keeping your life. But again, it wouldn't matter, right? Whatever you do now will only delay the inevitable.

His steps stutter, eyes narrowing.

It's the most human he's looked thus far—obviously it is, you remind yourself, he’s a literal monster.

He picks up his pace. And that alarms you, your backward steps growing faster.

"Wait! I'm serious, you don't! You—we-" what can you say? You're only delaying the inevitable.

And fuck. You suddenly trip on a branch. You're fucked!

You look up at him, having accepted your fate. Your face no longer shows fear, but if someone were to read minds they'd see you were positively shitting your pants. He's only a few feet away now.

You're not ready to feel his sharp canines sink into your neck. To feel the venom spread through your body. To go through that agony. You don't want to feel the life leave your body. Not yet.

The man—monster stands over you. It's a true 'predator stalks over its prey' visual. His red eyes glint, he only stares for a few seconds. His teeth bare once more as he starts to bend down to your level.

You panic and blurt out more nonsense, you're only delaying the inevitable.

"You're...you're more than this. More than—" your breath hitches, "more than a monster."

It's bullshit, it's a lie. Because he is a monster. His last victim is less than a mile away from you.

And yet, the statement seems to be the perfect thing to say. He stops at his place now crouched above you, eyes no longer predatory and angry.

But wide and confused. He almost looks...vulnerable? Innocent? The words are completely wiped from your mind when you look at his mouth once more. Blood from the last person who was in your place dries on his lips.

Definitely not innocent.

And within seconds he's gone.

Holy shit...you just survived a vampire attack. Would one count that as an attack? You're too shocked to care.

You get home that night unable to sleep. Eyes wide at your ceiling. Then staring out your window, looking at the full moon and wondering how and why. What even was that? Did that really happen? Was it a sick dream? Or...what if you did die by the vampire's hands and this is a way of coping with your own death?

You get your answer that morning when a worried friend calls, claiming you never replied to their 'text me when you get home!' message.

Probably because you almost didn't make it home. Probably because you almost died.

But you didn't.

~~~

You see him again the next week.

But it's not at the same park, it's during a late night stroll. In between where the two lamp post lights don't hit is a man engulfing another body...with a form very familiar to you.

Oh shit.

There's no way you've ran into a vampire again! The same one no less.

You're about to turn back around when he turns your way. His eyes are just as red and enraged as last time, body heaving, and fangs glistening with fresh blood.

Only he doesn't discard his victim like last time to stalk his way over to you. His face softens and he looks back to the poor man who lies still in his arms, then back to you. He gently places the man on the concrete floor and looks down almost...regretfully.

It's weird. So so weird. And this time you do run, because if you're bumping into the same vampire twice, it has to be a sign. The universe is telling you something. If he really wants your blood he'll chase after you.

He doesn't and you make it home safely. Again.

~~~

You swear to yourself you see him all the time now. And not caught in circumstances like the first two encounters, but bleeding into your everyday life. You're not going crazy, right?

It's never close enough for you to really tell, but his huge stature leads you to believe it could be him.

He's across the grocery store—"searching" through the aisles, on shady rooftops, standing across the street from the cafe you're a regular at, in creepy alleyways watching...

Maybe you are going crazy. But his red eyes are unmistakably there.

Or maybe you're just paranoid.

You don't get your answer until another three weeks go by. Of seeing the monster, who unfortunately has become more man due to seeing him blend into your life.

You've been sitting at your favorite cafe for two hours now, typing away on your computer. Your papers are scattered across the booth table, a mere minute ago your pen flew off. You couldn't be bothered to get it—not when your fingers on the keyboard were trying to catch up with your brain.

And all of the sudden, a tall figure is seen in your peripheral. It takes you all of five seconds to figure out who—what it is. You jump in your seat, despite having seen him all around lately (they weren't visions right? not when he was standing right in front of you) his presence will never not make you queasy. After all, he is a blood sucking monster. One that could take your life in seconds.

How is he just casually in the cafe?

"Here," and in his outstretched palm is your pen.

Your body merely flinches this time, so slightly it's not noticeable. It's the first time you've heard his voice. The first noise that came from his mouth that wasn't a growl or squelch of blood and flesh.

You shiver at the thought.

Your blank (and terrified) stare seems to make him uncomfortable?

You're not used to that. Usually when hearing stories of vampires, they're described as terrifying, angry, beasts. Ones who know no emotion.

And yet every encounter he's shown some sort of vulnerability...or maybe you're just bad at reading people—no. He's not a person, you have to remind yourself.

You gulp down your fear (though it persists) and look around.

Maybe he's been stalking you, preying on you in attempts to trap you. To finally have his chance. But if he tries anything, there will be enough people around to help, right?

You slowly reach your hand out for it. Fingers barely grazing his palm, you shiver.

You don't have enough time to get ahold of your pen before he drops it to the table and rushes out. Not as fast as he could have given his abilities as a vampire.

Weird. And you're left with a fuzzy brain, how and why is this happening to you?

~~~

He keeps showing up. He doesn't get as close as he did at the cafe, but he's close enough for you to confirm it's really him. You can see him properly now, and it's so much different than before. He looks normal out here. Granted, he doesn't usually stick to large crowds and stays where the light can't find him. But, it's nice to see his soft expressions rather than the blood covered face you have nightmares about. He keeps his mouth in a downturned position, eyes no longer sharp and piercing. And when you catch those red eyes, he immediately looks away, sometimes even running away.

You can't understand why this is happening. Why why why.

What does he want with you?

~~~

It was turning out to be a bad night.

Completely shitty. You're walking home from a hard day, it's time like these when you wished you had taken up an acquaintance's offer to carpool.

And out of nowhere a man snags your bad from your shoulder—or tries to. You hold onto it, the whole thing turning into a game of tug of war.

He's not a very good thief, you think, until he pulls out a gun. Well shit.

The man doesn't get more than two words out before he's pinned to the ground.

Your mind blacks out at that moment, stuck between your fight or flight instincts yet none are kicking in.

It's a while before your...savior stands tall before you. And what do you know? It's him. Mouth covered in blood for the third time. You don't see his fangs this time around though, his lips are sealed.

You gape at him, mouth trying to either form a sentence or scream. You're not quite sure yet.

He simply stares at you, wiping the red from his mouth.

"...Thank you."

"I didn't do it for you, I did it for myself," he's quick to retaliate. You don't believe him. And it's crazy to think, you a month ago would have ran for your life while he was distracted with the now dead man on the floor. You would have believed he was doing it out of hunger and self preservation.

But with everything that's happened? You can't help but think he did this just for you. He could have picked out any victim he pleased, yet he chose the man harassing you. The one with the gun to your head mere minutes ago.

He's had multiple chances to target you. And he still hasn't. But why?

He nods at you and breezes away. Your mind, just like always after an encounter with him, races. But you continue your venture home.

You get the creepy feeling of being watched the rest of the way, but you know it's only him. And that (maybe) he means well.

~~~

The next time you see him he looks worse than he usually does. How the hell is that even possible?

He doesn't just look pale, he looks gray, as if he's a decaying, walking body (although isn't that true in a way?). He looks...weak.

He simply stares at you, unmoving.

It's the same spot you first "met" him. You think it's a stupid coincidence.

You approach him slowly. The leaves crunching under your feet alert him, like he's suddenly snapped out of a daze. And he slowly backs away.

Very reminiscent of your first encounter. Only this time he's the one trying to get away from you. It's poetic in a way.

"Wait! I want to talk to you." You're done being scared and in the dark. He clearly wants something from you, right? You're going to find out why he can't seem to leave you alone.

He shakes his head frantically.

"Go away."

"Uh-uh. You're the one that's stalking me-"

"I'm not stalking you-"

"Oh yeah? How have you magically been at every corner I've turn this past month?"

"I'm not."

"You think I don't notice but I do. I'm not stupid."

"I never said you were."

It's an impossible conversation you're having, so you stay quiet.

"What do you want from me?"

He goes silent. He looks strung up, body impossibly tense, fists clenched.

You wait patiently for an answer, hoping he's thinking of how to explain his behavior to you.

"Nothing." Great. He apparently wants nothing from you. Just great!

You're not sure what to say to him now, you should probably leave. If he won't be honest, what's the point of staying? But you're hoping to drag something out of him. So you continue the conversation—

"You look...bad," and immediately you cringe. That was definitely not the right thing to say.

"Haven't eaten in a while."

"Oh. Why not?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?"

You scoff, "Really? I'm allowed to be curious about the vampire that's been following me around."

He's silent again. And it's starting to sink in that you won't be getting answers from him.

"I'm sorry for...bothering you. I'll leave you alone."

Oh. It was that easy?

"I never said you had to but..." you're not sure why you're still trying.

"You should eat."

He taken aback by your words, what do you mean?

"...You're encouraging a monster to feast on your kind?" His emphasis on the word sounds like he's looking for an answer.

"No! I just mean—I don't know! You shouldn't starve yourself for whatever reason you are. Find a deer out here or something. Drink it's blood. Your only source of blood doesn't have to come from us." Your words don't attempt to disagree with his use of monster. You don't think twice about him calling himself one, because why would you?

He looks down at your words. His dejected demeanor tells you it's not the response he wanted.

"Animal’s blood isn't as good."

"Well why stop drinking human's blood anyways? Not that I want you to drink our blood but..."

He shrugs again and you take that as your sign to leave. This whole thing was a waste of time.

You turn to leave, and that's how you know there's been a change in the way you see him. The first time you saw him, you made sure your back wasn't turned. To keep an eye on the monster. But you don't think twice when turning your back this time. Do you really trust him now? Is he not the monster in your mind once believed him to be?

"Don't—" his arm flies out to grab you, but he keeps his distance. The funny thing is, you didn’t flinch seeing his outstretched arm this time. Didn’t jump at the closeness. He doesn’t scare you anymore.

He clears his throat, and only then does it dawn on you.

You’ve been calling him ‘him’, ‘he’, ‘vampire’…monster. He has no name, you don’t know it.

He hasn’t tried to harm you in any way (not since that first night), so…you owe him that, right? Especially after he saved you the other night. Even if he claimed it wasn’t for your benefit. It can’t be easy on him to resist his thirst for blood when you’re standing right in front of him (he looks drained and hungry, there’s no way he’s not craving it). For whatever reason it is, he refuses to hurt you.

And with all these realizations, you can’t help but feel for him.

“What’s your name?”

He’s been standing still, looking ashamed for reaching out for you when you made it clear you wanted to leave. He perks up at your words.

“…Conner.”

You smile politely and nod. “I’ll see you around, Conner. Make sure you eat, okay?”

You can’t be sure, but his mouth twitches slightly and you want to say it’s a suppressed smile. You’ll take it.

Conner doesn’t stop you this time. Doesn’t call out for you, doesn’t follow you to make sure you get where you need to in one piece.

You get home safe and feel as though a weight has been lifted.

Call it delusional, but you have dreams that night about the man who seems to have a soft spot for you.

will there be a part 2? probably but DONT COUNT ON IT! 😔‼️

[koithelittle]

christmas movies & cuddles

note; my first fic here, yay!! terrified would be an understatement. idk how long it’s taken me to write this but it’s been a while, i was really struggling with being okay and confident with it so if it suck’s, i’m sorry. requests are open tho! for all things, and my inbox just in general so have at it! okay that’s all.

warnings; use of daddy/dada, cutesy pet names, brief mention of alcohol (wils past wif cwistmas), ummmss,,, mark boardman is there! great sitter- okay that’s all i think! not proofread for mistakes so beware!

pairing; cg!wilbur soot x gn!little!reader

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taglist; @jjtheresidentbaby @lillylvjy @wilmaslittleflower @whos-nicooo (ask to be added!)

wilbur always found enjoyment in making you happy, in doing things that would bring a smile to your face or make you laugh and giggle. he loved to be your sun, when all you were surrounded by was darkness.

he's never been fond of holidays if he's honest. he didn't like dressing up for Halloween, and as a guy in his mid-late 20s, he didn't particularly care for the party side of halloween either. when it came to Christmas, it only seemed to remind him how lonely he was. or had been. before he met you, christmas was spent inside, alone with alcohol to numb the loneliness.

but now, with you, he has every reason to celebrate it. christmas decor goes up november 1st, Christmas cookies get made the day after and he already has a list of gifts he plans on getting for you and all of your shared friends. he has plans of activities, and small outings to go on. you go ice skating together, where he holds you to his side and keeps you from falling. he takes you out to get a christmas tree together, bringing it home and setting it up in the corner of the den.

he'll stand on his toes to hang up the garlands, spending hours outside hanging up christmas lights on the porch (you tell him it's not worth the cold he'll endure, but he insists on doing it without you peeking all so it's a surprise). he loves doing things for you, and holding you and keeping you warm during the cold nights. he'll make you tea or cocoa and hold you between his legs as you both watch a christmas movie.

you show him all your favorites, although, elf is his all time favorite. he finds it bizarre and funny at the same time. how silly it is, and campy it feels. he'll rub your stomach and kiss your cheek, holding you close to his chest.

if he's honest, part of why he does all of these things is to help you, to heal you and to make christmas fun for big you and little you (because let's be honest, he does everything he can to bring a smile to your face both big and little).

lately, though, he's wanted to focus more on at home, quiet christmasy adventures. things that you would feel comfortable doing when you're regressed, which meant quiet and cuddly activities that meant being cooped up inside.

he'd seen the whole boo basket trend, and thought it was a neat idea but wanted to have his own twist on it (prior to deciding, he also saw the burr basket posts but those fizzled out before he really got a good idea of what he had planned). he sat down at his desk to list a few stores he'd stop by and what items he planned to get from each one.

the local bookstore was sure to have a santa book, and maybe even a few jellycats (you eyed them all the time, and he almost always sneakily bought the mini ones to hide around the house). after the bookshop, he'd head to another shop, one that he's sure would have a basket and maybe a blanket, some candy and instant cocoa, amongst other things.

once his list was completed, he hurried down the stairs to where you were cooped up in the corner of the couch, wrapped up in one of his blankets with your stuffed bunny held against your chest. you'd been regressed for a few hours now, and needed quiet time so he set you up in the living room awhile ago, your favorite cartoon playing on the TV.

he sat beside you, pulling you into his side as he kisses your cheek and temple. he rubs your arm as he smiles down at you, "hello, baby, you ok?" he whispers as you whine and crawl into his arms, sitting in his lap.

he chuckles softly, nuzzling his nose against your hair as your hands grip onto his shirt. he pulls back to get a look at your face, hand on the side of your head as he pushes hair out of your face.

"love," his voice is a bit more firm, "are you okay?" you shrug as a response, soft frown held on your lips as he sighs and pulls you closer. he presses kisses to the top of your head, running his fingers through your hair as his other hand rubs your back.

he holds you for a while, the TV playing as background noise more or less as he coos and whispers a soft lullaby to soothe you a bit. when your grip on his shirt loosens, and your breathing steadies out, he pulls back to look you in the eye again.

"I've gotta go out for a bit, do you want to go stay with grace or wilma?" he whispers softly, hands on your lower back as he gets you to sit up a bit more.

you shrug, eyes stuck on the wall behind him as you zone out. he rubs your back, bringing your attention to him again, "okay," you mumble, dropping your head to your shoulder.

he kisses the shell of your ear, recognizing that you're most likely nonverbal or at least close to it. he nuzzles his nose against your cheek in a light manner, tickling you. you giggle softly, tensing up before relaxing in his hold when he kisses your temple.

"what if... I called over wilma to keep an eye on you, mm? orrrr maybe joe? ash? mark?" he smirks, pressing a few kisses to your cheek.

"ummm.. mark!" you giggle softly, smiling wide and happy at the thought of getting to see Mark again. you have a few drawings for him, as well!

"mark? okay, well can you give Daddy a few minutes while I call him, yeah?"

you nod softly, scooting out of his lap and settling in front of the TV as you start to play with your stuffies. wilbur sits up, walking over to the foyer as he calls mark, listening as it rings.

mark picks up, "hey, mate! what's up?" his voice is bright and chirpy, always happy.

"hey, I've got a favor to ask," wilbur starts, and you perk up. you sit up, leaning over the back edge of the couch, looking over at him and smiling.

Wilbur smiles over at you, chuckling before he continues, "I need to head into town for a bit and I was wondering if you'd come over and look after y/n for a bit? they're little right now and I just don't want to leave them alone but I can't take them either," Wilbur sighs, pacing a slight bit as he awaits and answer from mark.

you don't bother to listen to the rest, slinking to the corner of the couch and curling up happily. he walks over a moment later, sitting beside you and rubbing your side and arm.

"hey lovebug," wilbur coos, you lift your head and smile sleepily at him. he pulls you up into his lap, holding you close.

"hi, dada," you whisper, head rested on his shoulder as he rubs your back softly, free hand playing with your hair.

"mark will be here soon, yeah?" he smiles sweetly, rubbing your upper arms as he pulls back to look at you.

he holds you close to him, humming a soft tune as you let the time pass quietly. mark soon rings the doorbell and wilbur greets him before giving him a way too detailed run down, as if he'd never been your sitter before. then, wilbur finally leaves.

he hurries out to the car, heading into town. he had the list pulled up on his phone, ready to have things marked off. he started with the book shop, sifting through the various christmas children books and collecting a few in his arms, checking out and walking next door to the children's shops.

he spends the rest of the next two hours, shopping and gathering things of all kinds. your favorite candies, a blanket, a stuffie or two, books, crayons, etc etc. anything that could make you feel better. and so, after he puts everything in the trunk, he gathers it all up into the basket, making it look all pretty before he tucks it into the passengers seat, making his way home.

while wilbur is driving home, you and Mark are set up on the kitchen floor. he made a little sensory box for you, one that he brought from home. youre playing with the toys, making the dinos fly as mark watches you and cheers you on, making you giggle with every question he has.

"what's this dinos name, little one?" mark coos, holding a blue dino up to you.

you giggle softly, taking the dino and placing it on the top of his head, making it jump around before taking it back and putting it in the box, “bluey,” you hum.

“oh, bluey? that’s a nice name, hm?” you nod at mark’s question, quietly playing in the box that holds sand and rice and an assortment of dino toys.

“when’s daddy gettin home?” you mumble quietly, eyes cast down on the dinos you’re playing with.

mark hums, thinking for a moment before he answers, “soon, hun, promise.”

soon didnt come soon enough for you, waiting not so patiently for wilbur to come home. once you hear the door click open, you jump up and hurry to the door, slinging yourself into his chest. you hug him close, babbling incoherently to him as he hugs you back.

"hey, baby, you okay? you miss me?" he croons, pulling you closer against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. you nod, giggling happily.

"missed you, dada!" you squeal as he moves to pick you up, holding you on his hip as mark cleans up in the kitchen.

"I missed you too baby! how about you settle down here, mkay?" he sets you down on the couch, tucking a blanket over you as he moves into the kitchen.

"were they okay?" wilbur kneels down to help clean up the dino toys and what other things get taken out of the box.

mark smiles and nods, "of course! they missed you though, alot."

wilbur hums, smiling to himself at the thought as he and mark bid goodbyes, mark soon leaving through the front door. you peak up over the back of the couch, arms folded and chin resting atop of them.

he chuckles, walking over to you and kissing your forehead, brushing hair out of your face gently, "hi love, I'm gonna go get something, okay? be a good little love while I'm gone. I'll be right back," he places a lingering kiss to your forehead before he turns to leave out the door. you stay there, watching the door like a puppy. he steps back in a few minutes later, a basket covered with his jacket now clad in his arms.

"close your eyes, bunbun," he smiles widely, and you do as told, giggling softly as you shut your eyes. you feel him sitting down next to you and something wicker being placed in your lap.

"open, love," he smiles as you, watching as you excitedly giggle and look up at him.

“all for me?” you whisper in disbelief, eyes wide with joy as you hold the sides of the basket, waiting for the go ahead.

“mhm, just for you, baby. go on, open it. it’s for our evening,” he smiles a bit softer, hand reaching behind your head to rub your hair as he watches you excitedly unwrap it all. your eyes widening with each thing, giggling and squealing happily with each little gift. once it’s all open, you crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, settling in for a hug.

“thank you, daddy!” you giggle softly, nuzzling your face into his neck as wilbur hugs you close.

“did you like it?” he hums, kissing your temple and cheek as he guides you back so he can look down at your face.

you nod eagerly, “all of it! every bit!” you reach over for the little bunny stuffie he grabbed for you and you show it to him, “it looks like you dada!”

he chuckles, rubbing your cheek and nodding, “oh it does, doesn’t it?” he takes it into his hand, waving it a bit at you as you giggle.

“yeah! ‘s you, dada!”

“well that’s a high compliment, mm?” you nod softly at his words as he hands the bunny back to you, pulling you into his lap as he rubs his thumbs over your soft cheeks, “how does a christmas movie with popcorn and candy and cuddles sound, mm?” his lips curl up in a coy smile, eyes bright with love for you.

you nod in agreement, resting your head on his shoulder as your hands rest on his sides, “mmhm, please?”

he nods, mumbling a quick okay as he kisses your cheek and sets you aside on the couch, “i’m gonna go get stuff from the kitchen, ok? you stay here and rest,” you nod, rubbing your eyes sleepily as you curl up on your side.

he hurries into the kitchen, starting some popcorn as he fills your favorite sippy with some juice, setting that aside as he pours the popcorn in a bowl. he sits beside you, popcorn on the coffee table as he hands you your sippy cup. you hold it, leaning against his side as he sets up a movie, cuddling close with you as you both quietly watch the movie together.

the rest of the evening is spent cuddled up with a christmas movie and candy, no need to talk or chat, and that’s the best part.

[thetorturedfagdepartment]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Halloween Heartbeat Ch 2 ༉‧₊˚.

Read part 1 here!

A/N: hi guys! Part 2 :3 I hope everyone enjoyed part 1! And if you hadn’t read it yet please do!!! Also I’m probably gonna get part 3/last part out around the 1st or 2nd 😭 sorry it’s just SOOO HARD FOR ME to get motivation to write. But I hope you guys enjoy this part it’s kinda rushed SORRY BUT PLEASE ENJOY . (Also sorta proofread like I said I rushed it so if there’s any mistakes JUST IGMORE IT. PLEASE.) [update! I don’t think I’m gonna write a part 3 :((( just because Halloween is over and I feel it’s weird to make things after said holiday, but if you guys want one I will post it, it’ll probably just be a short rushed one tho… but more fics to come trust.]

Tags/warnings? Ellie x reader au , Halloweenish au, modern au, Halloween horror nights sorta, Dina + Jesse mentioned, established relationship, mainly fluff, mild smut near end, smut, makeout sesh (please tell me if I missed any :3)

“So yeah… we kissed and now we’re going out.” You say to your friends.

They just stare at you in awe. One of them speaks up.

“S—so you’re telling me. We took you somewhere you hate and you bagged a baddie like her for being a complete pussy…?!?!” One of your friends said and the others just nodded in agreement.

“Well I mean— yeah I guess that’s what happened.” You then scratch the back of your neck and your friends just chuckle and giggle.

“Woah you’ve really outdone yourself this time…”

You and your friends continue talking about Ellie for a few moments until she texts you telling you she’s outside.

“Ah! She’s here, I’ll see you guys later. She told me she was gonna give me a tour of some of the stuff. Well, wish me luck, 'cause it’s basically a date..!”

Your friends wave goodbye and you head outside. You and Ellie had been friends for about 4 weeks before you two started dating and now it had been about 2 since you guys began dating. Everything has been good so far, and you two just clicked. Ellie was so passionate about everything she liked, just like you. She didn’t judge you either, not for music taste, fashion sense, or anything. You had decided to wear a cute outfit for her. Cute bottoms and a nice top.. you even picked out this shirt because it was her favorite color.

You step into her beaten-down truck. She told you that this truck used to be her old man’s and that he and her liked to fix it up together.

“Hey beautiful,” Ellie says as she kisses your cheek, she was always such a gentlewoman. “You look good… very cute.”

“You think? I wanted to look cute for you..” you said with a tiny smile appearing. Ellie always knew how to give you butterflies.

“I know so, nowwww… let’s get a move on hm?” Ellie then starts up her old rustic truck and you guys drive to her work.

“Sooo Ellie, how does this work? You just gonna sneak me in the back?” You chuckle and she rolls her eyes.

“No baby girl, I don’t have work till 6. I just have some employee bonuses, you know since I’m the manager.” Ellie laughs and you guys pull into a parking structure special to employees.

“Wow. I’ve never been over here!”

“Well of course you haven’t dumbass.” You scoff at Ellie and you guys get out of her truck.

Ellie takes you in and you guys scan the tickets she has from working here.

“Soooo where to first?” You ask her holding her hand.

“I’ll show you some cool stuff from my Job.”

Throughout the first few hours, Ellie takes you around through back ways and helps you understand ways to get to certain rides within good time. She then stops with the whole tour and wants you guys to enjoy the day.

“Okay, so what ride do you wanna ride?” Ellie says holding your hand as you guys walk on the upper lot.

“Well, I don’t think I’ll be able to ride this ride here..” you tell her with a sly grin and, Ellie turns to look at you looking confused.

“What is it, not a ride that’s from this amusement park?” She laughs and is still oblivious to the dirty joke you told her.

“Ellie I meant— never mind…” you roll your eyes and the joke finally clicks in her head.

“Oh— oh! You meant.. ah— good one…” Her face flushes and she feels the heat in her face rise.

You then begin laughing at her and she feels like an idiot. You couldn’t help but smile at her embarrassed look.. the way she laughs and her face brightens up… it just makes you want more and more of that look. You guys begin to walk over to the Harry Potter section. Ellie told you that was her favorite..

“Jeez, it’s cold…” you mutter out, arms wrapped around yourself to keep you warm.

“Oh, you’re cold? Here..” Ellie then begins removing her zip up revealing a cute sweater. “I don’t get cold easily, I just like wearing jackets.” She then puts the jacket on your shoulders and you slide into it.

“Thanks, elles… you’re so sweet…” you then lean over and kiss her cheek, having her face brighten up.

“Ah, it’s nothing— just taking care of my girl…!”

Her girl? She’s such a dork… You guys walk over to one of the street sells men and get 2 butterbeers.

“Mmm, I love these! They were always my favorite as a kid…” You smile at Ellie and she chuckles.

“Yeah, you told me you used to come here often as a kid right? Well, I’m glad I can bring back the nostalgia for a good price! Gotta love employee perks huh?” She shoves you a little with her body and you roll your eyes.

Ellie and you go on with your date until it’s time for her to get ready. She takes you to the place in the back where she usually gets ready for horror nights.

“Sooooo, what look are you gonna do tonight?” You ask sitting on a chair near her.

“Uhh, probably just the normal one why?”

“I don’t know I wanted to see if you were gonna mix it up..” Ellie then turns to look at you and chuckles.

“Well we don’t usually mix it up, plus I’m not good at makeup so I usually just keep it plain Jane.”

You nod and watch Ellie get into her ‘costume’ which was really just pants, a tank top, messy hair, (which she didn’t need to do anyways…) blood, and fake cuts. While she was doing the makeup you just sat there on your phone. You don’t even realize that Ellie is picking out props and stuff. Once you look up you realize how.. how hot she looks like this?! I mean yeah you’ve seen her in ‘costume’ like 2 times, but never when she was your girlfriend. And damn were you glad this woman was.

“Uhh hey, you gotta a little drool there.” Ellie jokes as she realizes you’ve been staring at her maybe a bit too long.

“Oh uh heh— yeah…”

“Hey so I forgot to ask, what are you doing for Halloween?” Ellie asks as she continues looking through the props. The question almost goes completely over your head due to how you were eyeing her.

“Uhh I don’t know, usually ever since I started college I’d just go to my parents and pass candy with them.”

“…really..? God you’re a loser.” She laughs and shakes her head as she grabs a fake axe from her prop box. “Hmm yeah it feels like an axe night tonight—“

“I am not a loser! But why did you wanna know if I was free?” You then stand up and flick her forehead.

“Ow! Hey! Uh— I wanted to know cuz my friends are having a party that night.” Ellie rubs where you flicked and shoves you.

You end up shoving her back and she shoves you onto a couch in the corner of the room.

“Uh—“ you freeze looking at her. “Y—you said a party…” you try and distract her from the odd position you two are in.

“Y—yeah.. Dina and Jesse are gonna host it..” Ellie swallows and clears her throat.

“Y—yeah I’ll go… Well, what are you gonna wear?”

“Not sure… probably gonna be a werewolf.” She then adjusts herself on top of you.

Ellie was straddling your lap and you were sitting back on the couch, in the makeup room. You and Ellie haven’t been this close yet… it was new. You didn’t want her to get up though… she looked so pretty on you. Like a goddess that was made just for you.. how did you get this lucky?

“Maybe you should just go like this..” your hands travel up her sides, sending shivers down her body and the blood to her cheeks.

“You mean in my work attire? Yeah no thanks.”

“Aww, but you look so sexy…”

“Sexy?!? Do you have like weird attractions I should be worried about?” Ellie tries to hide her blush through a laugh.

“Oh haha. I’m sorry you just look good… your shift doesn’t start for another 20 minutes.. how about we have some fun?” You then lean closer to her lips and she leans down a little bit.

“Guess we do have time to kill..” Ellie replies as she leans down to your face kissing you passionately.

You groan into the kiss, your tongues dancing together. Ellie’s hips begin grinding into yours. Her hands grip your waist and travel under your shirt and they stop at your bra.

“Is this okay..?” She asks before her hands go under.

You nod as a reply, and she instantly moves her hands under groping your boobs and toying with your nipples. Pulling and pinching them between her thumb and index fingers.

“Fuck.” You moan out as you nibble her neck. Not caring if you leave hickeys for everyone to see.

A few more moments of this goes on until Ellie’s phone rings.

“Shit hold on babe.” She then removes her hands and picks up her phone as you pull your lips away from her, resting your hands on her hips. “Yeah? … ugh okay … be out in a sec, okay bye. It’s Jesse.”

“Let me guess gotta go?”

“Yeah, but hey. You can wait in here for me? Just don’t play without me.” She winks and you feel your face heat up.

“Whatever idiot.” You say with a laugh.

Ellie pulls herself off of you and she kisses your forehead. As she leaves the room your mind begins to wander. God you felt as if you were already falling in love with her. And damn were you looking forward to that Halloween party now.

[boueitober]

Boueitober 2023

Just one prompt this year bc I forgot to prep it:

Costumes/Halloween Parties

Anything goes! NSFW or SFW. Fics/arts/cosplay (no ai tho)

Due November 1st.

[otherpeoplesheartachept-2]

Date Night

chpt 1: Who Knew Goblin Kidnappings Took so Long?

To get into the Halloween spirit I’m writing a Shep/Penny Halloween-ish themed fic! 

You can read the first chapter here on Ao3 (or below the read more cut)

I plan on posting a new chapter every Sunday of October. And I’m trying to do this just for fun and not let myself get paralyzed by details and such so apologies in advance for any grammar errors or inconsistencies with cannon lol

I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Penelope Bunce/Shepard Love

Lengths: 3389 words

Warnings: awtwb spoilers, non-graphic depictions of violence

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My head feels like it’s being split down the middle with an axe. It hurts to open my eyes; the world is too bright. When my eyes adjust to the light I take in a room I’ve never seen before. It’s lit by a single overhead light bulb, there are no windows, and the walls are painted this deep green. I’m sat in a metal folding chair in the center of the floor. I move to stand but my arms and legs are tied down. The rest of the room appears empty. I’m facing the only door out but it’s closed (and probably locked).

Fuck.

I run through recent events of my life trying to figure out how I ended up here.

Penny and I have been back in the UK for a few days; she really wanted to come back for October and Simon’s been not-so-subtly hinting that he misses her a lot every time they talk on the phone. It’s been good so far, Baz and Simon have been nice enough to let us crash in their living room because I wasn’t about to let Penny spell a whole month’s worth of hotel expenses (and neither of us have that kind of money). Their couch is a murphy bed so we’ve been pretty comfortable. I was at Simon’s before this, we were hanging out playing Mario Cart. Penny had gone to visit her family and then we were going to meet later tonight at this conservatory for plants from around East Asia for our date.

I was headed out to my Uber to go to the conservatory when someone asked me for a cigarette but before I could answer he-

Oh shit! I’m going to be so late to date night!

A few months into our relationship Penny and I decided that every Sunday would be designated date night. With both of us being busy with things in the Normal world and the Magickal world, it’s easy to put a relationship on the backburner. But we’re committed to not letting that happen. I’d be a damn fool if I let Penelope Bunce fall to the wayside of my life. So we named Sundays as date night, and we haven’t missed a single once since then. Until now. I’ve got to figure out how to get out of here.

I can’t move my arms or legs much but I shift in the chair and I can feel my phone in my back pocket. I then twist to press my jacket’s pocket against the back off the chair. Nothing’s in the pocket, which means whoever put me here (probably the man that asked for a smoke) took my dagger. (Penny insisted I keep a weapon on me after she had to save me from a very violent harmadillo. They’re like armadillos but bigger, and with mouths that can actually bite you. It was terrifying (and so cool). I’m not the biggest fan of carrying a dagger, but it makes her feel better, and just having a dagger doesn’t mean I’m going to actually use it.) (I would like to use it to cut myself out of these ropes though.) At least I have my phone, I can work with that.

It’s been a few minutes since I came to and no one has checked on me, but I think I hear voices on the other side of the door so I try to be quick and quiet.

It takes some uncomfortable squirming, but I manage to get my phone out of my pocket and into my hands that are tied behind my back, over the back of the chair. Now I just have call Penny. Luckily I have her as an emergency contact on the lock screen of my phone so I’ve got to blindly tap until hopefully I press that part of the screen.

It takes me a minute but after some taping I hear the phone faintly ringing. If I weren’t tied down I’d high five myself right now. I randomly press around again until I get the phone on speaker.

“Hello?” Penelope answers.

“Heyyyyy baby, you’re not going to like this, but…” I say, trying not to speak too loud.

“Shepard,” she says with a warning tone.

“Listen I-”

“You are not missing our date, Shepard,” she says so matter-of-fact-ly. As if her simply stating it will make it true.

“I’m not! It’s just uh… I’ve been kidnapped.”

“You can pause your game with Simon. I promise he’ll only cry a little.”

“No, Penny, I’m serious. I was leaving Simon and Baz’s apartment and then there was this guy and I think he knocked me out and-” I stop talking because the noise from the other room gets louder. It sounds like someone is coming down stairs to the door, but then a voice calls them back and I hear them walk back up the stairs.

“And now I’m in a dark creepy room tied to a chair.” I rush to finish.

The line is silent for a moment.

“Stevie Nicks,” Penny finally exhales. “Where are you? Who kidnapped you? What do they want with you?”

“I don’t know! I was knocked out and now I’m all alone, tied to a chair in a room with no windows!” I’m trying not to panic, but saying it all out loud like that makes me a bit panicky.

She hums in acknoledgement. “Okay, well you called me, can you figure out where you are on google maps?”

“No. Hands are stuck behind my back. We’re lucky I even managed to call you.”

Penny thinks for a bit.  

“Don’t worry, I can still make it to you, might take a little longer though,” she says.

“Uh, how?” I ask maybe a bit too skeptically. Lord knows if Penelope Bunce wants to get something done she will get it done.

“I put a tracking spell on you months ago, but you’re usually so good at not getting into life threatening situations without me that I’ve never had a chance to use it.” Penny casually explains.

“You what?” I should probably be mad about that, but I’m mostly intrigued. And a bit flattered, I wonder how much magic it takes to maintain a tracking spell.

“I put one on Simon too. After having to negotiate with traitorous vampires, and almost getting killed saving Agatha I figured life would be a lot easier if I had a quick, surefire way to find anyone important in my life.”

“Aw, I’m important to you?” I smile, teasing her.

I can’t see it but I know Penny is rolling her eyes.

Before I can get the conversation back on track I hear footsteps coming down the stairs to me again.

“I think someone’s coming. Gotta go,” I whisper.

“Try not to die before I get there,” she says before hanging up.

I quickly shove my phone under my ass just as the handle on the door starts to turn. I try to calm myself; Penny is amazing and capable of practically anything. I’m sure her spell will work.

A creature with skin green like an olive steps into the room. He’s kind of short and lean but quite muscular, with plush ruby red lips that cover sharp dangerous looking teeth. He’s got this sexy 80s-hair-metal look going. Must be a goblin. (I’ve never met one but Simon told me they’re dead handsome. He also told me they all really want him dead but didn’t get in to why).

“Hi, I’m Shepard.” I say in a friendly tone. I move to offer a handshake on reflex, but I just pull against my restraints.

The goblin just grunts.

“You’re a goblin, right? What’s your name?” I ask.

“You are going to tell us everything you know about him,” the goblin states.

“Who?” I ask, playing dumb.

“The King Killer.”

Okay maybe I am dumb, I thought we were talking about Simon.

The goblin continues, realizing I don’t know what he’s talking about.

“The Chosen Mage. Mage Prince. Your Prophesied One.” His voice is low and gravely.

Yeah definitely Simon then. (Did he kill their king? Jesus, no wonder the goblins are out to get him).

“Oh. Well I’m not a Speaker, I’m a Normal so I don’t know that I’d be very useful-”

The goblin steps closer, grabs me by the jaw, and slams my mouth shut. It makes me teeth ache.

“Do not feed me lies, Normal,” he says with a menacing grin. The goblin leans in, still griping my jaw. His hand feels smooth yet hard, like polished metal. His breath smells of raw meat, and fogs my glasses a little. This close I can see flecks of green in his lovely pale blue eyes. “We have seen you with the Mage Prince. We caught you leaving his home.”

To punctuate the end of his sentence the goblin pushes me back hard enough to lift my chair’s front legs off the ground for a moment.

His intimidation tactics are working—I’m more than a little scared. (But also a bit thrilled to be intimidated by a goblin.)

“Okay yes, I know him. But I really don’t know much about the prophesy. Or even that he’s a king killer. Simon killed your king?”

“Yes!” the goblin growls exasperated.

“That must have been tough for your whole community,” I try to sympathize. Simon and Penny are great, but they’ve also done a lot of damage to a lot of magickal creatures. “Has it been a hard transition from the old king to your new ruler?”

“There is no new king,” he spits. “That’s why the mage must die—his head for the throne.”

“Sorry, I’m not super familiar with goblin politics. You have to kill Simon to get a new king?” I ask trying to figure out how this works. I have so many questions about goblin politics that I didn’t have a minute ago.

“Whoever kills the mage becomes the king.” He says like it’s so obvious he’s wasting breath explaining it. “Maybe you really are useless,” he says more to himself that me.

“Ah yeah,” I let out a little huff of air, “but I think I get it now. You’re trying to be the next goblin king by killing the ‘King Killer’?”

He looks perplexed by my question.

“I will not be king,” he grumbles, then pauses like he’s considering the possibility. A look of sadness crosses his face, but he shakes his head and it’s gone, replaced with his previous annoyance.

“I’m tired of your stupid questions!” the goblin growls and raises a fist like he’s going to punch me.

“What is taking so bloody long in there!” a voice shouts from behind the door.

It distracts the goblin from punching me, his fist lowers.

“The human, he’s-”

The door opens and two more goblins step into the room. Both also very attractive. They look like they all belong in a rock band together. Is the entire species good looking? Do they all dress like good looking musicians? Surely that’s not possible.

“You haven’t even hurt him yet,” one of the new goblins admonishes, moving to the right of the first goblin. He’s the tallest of the three.

“Well he did threaten me! If that helps,” I let out a little laugh, trying to make things less tense. “Hi, I’m Shepard, and you guys are…?”

“Shut him up,” The tall goblin says, tilting his head towards me and looking at the goblin who hasn’t said anything yet.

The third goblin steps towards me with a menacing look in his eyes. He’s a wall of pure muscle.

“Hey now, I know I’m friends with your enemy but can’t we just talk?” I say, my voice pitching up a little with my growing anxiety. When is Penelope supposed to get here?

The goblin slaps me across the face.

I gasp. Pain blooms across my cheek. He hit with such force I think it popped my neck. Jesus Christ.

“Now,” the tall goblin says to get my attention. He must be the leader of this little gang. (Maybe he’s going to be king if they kill Simon?) “We’ve heard the Mage Prince doesn’t have his blade anymore, but he’s not defenseless. You’re going to tell us what his weaknesses are.”

“Wait, he has a sword,” I correct him. “I mean, it’s not the same one, but a sword’s a sword.” Penny would tell me not to give them any information, but I think letting the goblins know Simon has a sword again works in his favor, not theirs.

“You lie,” the leader says calmly.

The burly one slaps me on my other cheek.

“Fuck,” I wince. My whole face stings. And my glasses have been knocked askew. “I’m not lying!”

“If you don’t give us useful information, Greg won’t be as kind as he’s been so far.” The leader speaks, nodding towards the first goblin I met. (I wonder if all goblins have human names, or maybe they adopt different names to interact with humans. Do goblins have their own languages or do they only speak human languages? I really wish I could have met these guys under better circumstances.)

Greg pulls my dagger out of his back pocket and grins. Even his intimidating grin is kind of sexy—which is weird to realize. He unsheathes the dagger and steps in front of me, replacing the buff goblin. The buff goblin moves behind me and grips my hair. I tense up in response which causes his grip to tighten painfully. The tip of the dagger touches my chin. I do my best not to squirm.

“What are your prophesied mage’s weaknesses? Answer quickly,” the leader demands.

I stutter out a few non-words. I truly don’t know what to tell them; even if I wanted to rat Simon out I don’t have any useful information. It’s not like we discuss combat strategies together.

Greg grows impatient and presses the dagger into my chin harder. Very slowly is breaks the skin. I squeeze my eyes shut from the pain. I feel a drop of blood slid down the length of the blade.

“I’m sorry. Really,” I breath out, “I’m just his friend I don’t know about weaknesses or-or-”

Greg looks back at the leader and he nods. Greg moves the dagger to my neck. The goblin behind me jerks me closer to the weapon. I tense up in anticipation.

There’s a crash at the bottom of the stairs. Everyone’s heads turn towards the open door. Penny stands there, black coat swishing behind her. I think she flew herself down the stairs, like some kind of avenging angel.

The goblins move to attack her but Penny is quicker than them. In a flash her ring hand is held out firmly in front of her.

“Shot through the heart!” Penelope’s voice booms.

Her magic crackles in the air (it smells like sage and honey). Something sparks from her ring and shoots through the three goblins’ chests. They all collapse to the ground. My dagger clangs on the concrete floor when Greg hits the ground.

Penelope stands into the doorway, chest moving up and down with heavy breaths. She’s taken a wide stance, those adorable Mary Janes she wears almost touching opposite ends of the doorframe. She’s in this lovely dark blue shimmery dress, a black coat that reaches her mid-calf. Her wavy hair’s up in a loose bun with little wispies framing her face. Penny looks stunning and heroic. My hero.

“Thank God you’re here!” I breathe, relaxing into the chair. I know I must look incredibly love-struck.

Penny steps into the room, and over the dead leader goblin.

“They say that spell only works if you’re sufficiently angry at your romantic partner,” Penny tells me, but her small smirk gives her away.

I cringe anyway. “I really am sorry about being late to our date. If I’d known goblin kidnappings take this long, I would have left Simon’s sooner.”

Her smile gets wider as she spells me free from the ropes. “You wouldn’t just avoid the goblins?” She asks.

“And miss my chance to meet goblins? C’mon, you know me better than that.”

I rub my wrists; they’re a little irritated from the ropes. Penny offers me a hand up and I take it.

“Damn, it really is too late to go to the garden,” I say after checking my phone. The place closes in half an hour. I don’t even know where we are or how far we are from the conservatory.

“Yeah, but this was fun,” Penny responds, stepping further into my personal space. I wrap my arms around her waist.

“You have to tell me about this fancy tracking spell of yours,” I smile, taking a small step forward.

She takes a small step back. And bumps into Greg’s body.

I scrunch up my nose and wince.

“You didn’t kill them, did you?” I ask, despite being pretty sure of the answer.

“They kidnapped you! And had a knife to your throat!” she argues, instantly defensive. Penny turns away from me and steps over Greg.  

“You’ve done worse to me,” I counter, bending down to retrieve my dagger. I close Greg’s eyelids before catching up with my girlfriend.

“They’re goblins Shepard; they’re not nice and they want us dead.”

I roll my eyes. “We need to have a serious conversation about your murderous tendencies,” I say. She didn’t even try to talk to them. I mean sure, in this case the goblins were threatening me, and probably were about to kill me, but Penelope didn’t know that.

We walk out of the room I was in and up the stairs into what looks like an abandoned kitchen. Must be an old run down house that the goblins moved into. Or maybe they just use it as a kidnapping spot. I would have loved to learn more about how goblins live. Maybe someday I can find some goblins that don’t want Simon Snow dead.

“Without my murderous tendencies, you’d be dead fifteen times by now. Besides, didn’t Simon tell you they have it out for him?” Penny says, moving through the kitchen and the living room and holding the front door open for me.

“Yeah, because apparently he killed their king!” I exclaim, stepping out into the cool night air.

“Are you seriously taking the goblins’ side right now?” Penny closes the front door with a slam.

“Okay okay,” I back off. “I don’t have the full story; I’m not taking anybody’s side,” I pause, then smirk, “yet.”

“What, you going to join the goblin uprising?” Penny giggles.

We step down the front porch steps and start walking down the side walk. I don’t know which way is home so I follow Penelope’s lead. It’s a nice night, chilly but not windy or raining. The sky is clear enough you can see some of the stars.

“Oh you don’t know the half of it. I’m already a secret double agent.”

“Ohhhhh I see.” Penny sarcastically says.

She takes my hand and laces our fingers. She feels a little cold, so I bring our hands to my mouth and kiss her fingers.

“What? You couldn’t tell my by charming smile and irresistible good looks?” I playfully jab her with my elbow.

She snorts. “Sweet Morgana! I was blindsided by your charm and wit-” she dramatically turns away from me and places the back of her hand on her forehead “-were your feelings for me ever real, Shepard Love? If that even is your name-” she clutches the front of her dress “-How many mage secrets have you taken to the enemies?”

“So many, Penelope Bunce. It’s too late for your kind. The World of Mages is coming down in flames and its all because you trusted a handsome stranger.”

I barely make it through the sentence before busting out laughing. Penny joins me and it’s a solid minute before we’re getting our breathing back to normal.

The walk back is a bit long, but we missed our original date, so it’s nice to spend the time together. When we make it back to Simon and Baz’s apartment, they’re both asleep. So we do our best to be quiet getting ready for bed and patching up my split chin.

[oceantail-oceantail]

rating all of illumina's minecraft skins

current default ninja skin: 10/10

the rainbow sash, the blushing cheeks, the stylish wristbands and boots, illumina said gay rights

original ninja skin: 3/10

zero cuteness factor, just all solid black, no texture, eyes are weird, would have been lower but I added back points for the og-ness

purple pandas mcc 15 skin: 20/10

easily his best and cutest skin: the cute panda ears, the panda hood, the blush, the bi colors on his arms, the golden accents, also mcc 15 was an amazing team

pink parrots mcc 17 skin: 9/10

could have been more creative, it's fairly simple and also lowkey has an L right on the chest (foreshadowing for them losing dodgebolt??), but gets points for not wimping out and giving illumina his black usual skin with pink accents and ACTUALLY making him pink. and,@belovedgamers art of this skin also bumps it up in point

lime liches mcc 18 halloween skin: 7/10

creative (love the neon green skeleton), but the shrek head scares me so much i have to dock points. also the shrek head ruined seeing illumina up on the 1st place podium for me. illumina could have followed fundy and did a geosquare cosplay but noooooo. he gets points back for having fruit's face on his feet tho (self plug my own crack fic about that)

aqua axolotls mcc p21 skin: 11/10

perfect all around. got the gay sweater, the bi hoodie pocket, the gay shoes, the bi sweatpants strings, bonus, if you look at the bottom of his feet, it's bi colors, illumina said gay rights x6, also the mental image of a guy with a hoodie and sweatpants crushing sg is great. LITERALLY HAS AN AXOLOTL ON HIS HEAD

former default ninja skin: 9/10

classy, simple, cute as usual. even without the rainbow sash and the blush, it's still good because it has it's own elegance in simplicity. he's just a Lad

teal turkeys mcc 13 xmas skin: 5/10

He won MCC in this skin but that doesn't mean I have to like it. it also looks so washed out. it would be ranked higher if i didn't know how good illu's team skins would be in future MCCs

zylenox kinnie skin: 8/10

lmfao

catbutler skin: 1000/10

enough said. i wish he got world record with this skin

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

hey girl can you recommend any jonny fics cuz I'm having an emotional need to read about jonathan crane rn ??

If you don't mind, I'm gonna rec some of the stuff I've written because it's short and easy to digest. (tho if you want more I high key recommend anything by @acapelladitty or @lfthinkerwrites)

His Research

A Strange Gift

Scriddler: Christmas Carols

TwoCrow: Comfort

Scarecrow/Reader Experiment Date Oct. 1st

Professor Cranes Halloween Costume Competition

[joeyloganho]

Spooky Scary Skeletons! (with a surprise!)

(A/N: It’s HALLOWEEN BAYBEE! Enjoy my first fic of the Halloween season, which is basically a cute little fic about me and Milo getting ready for Halloween decorating! PLUS A BONUS SURPRISE AT THE END!!)

Pairing: Milo x Victor (me!) 

Genre: this is fluffy. very fluffy!!

Warnings: ment of fake spiders and rats but thats about it

~

September 1st. Milo woke up to an empty spot beside him in the bed. He and Victor had just moved in together a few weeks ago, and Milo was used to waking up before his boyfriend. He would usually sneak out of the bed, tiptoe around and get a shower and get dressed before going to the kitchen to start making their coffee. 

This morning was different though. He looked around and noticed no Victor in the bedroom or attached bathroom. “huh...” He said to himself, getting up out of bed. He hoped that nothing was going to mess up the day...he had it all planned, after all...

Milo quickly got dressed and started to make his way to the kitchen. He heard loud clunking noises in the living room, so he stopped in there. An array of Halloween decorations sat out on the floor, boxes sat up on the couch that were also full of the decorations. 

“Hi sweetie!” Victor smiled from the pile of decorations. “Can you believe it! It’s Halloween!” 

Milo pushed his glasses up his nose and smiled. “Halloween?” He asked with a laugh. 

“Yes! It’s September 1st!” Victor smiled “The start of Halloween!” 

Milo walked further into the living room, taking note of the fake tombstones, skeletons, crows/ravens, and spiders that were scattered about the room. Fake cobwebs sat in a pile to Victor’s right, and a witch’s hat decoration sat to his left. 

“I guess I didn’t realize how many decorations you have.” Milo said picking up a skeleton by the foot and examining it. 

“We! We have them, my sweet!” Victor said happily. “There yours now too! And we gotta get more!” 

“...More?” Milo asked. “Why more? There’s plenty here!” 

“Don’t you want more? I saw at the stores they have some decorations out already! Pillows, ceramics...” Victor started listing. Milo listened with a smile on his face. He still remembered that he had a whole day planned tho...How was he supposed to get everything in order when Victor wanted to decorate and go shopping? 

Milo thought to himself for a bit, still watching Victor going through everything and telling him about the decorations. He spotted a ceramic pumpkin that had a lid that came off. It was perfect! He picked it up and examined it, taking the lid off and looking inside. He nodded to himself, watching Victor stand up and head to the kitchen. Milo reached in his pocket quickly, grabbing the ring and putting it in the pumpkin before putting the lid on and setting it on the mantle. His day would still work out, he was sure!

~

Victor put Milo’s jacket on him. “It’s not that cold!” Milo said with a sigh. 

“No, but you get cold easily! If you don’t wear it, you’ll be begging me for my jacket!” Victor said, patting him on the back and wrapping his scarf around him. “Let’s go Halloween shopping!” 

“Do I get candy?” Milo asks with a smirk.

“Of course!” Victor smiled at him. 

The store wasn’t too far from their home. They were able to just walk right to it in a matter of minutes. It was a smaller store, and the moment they walked in, Victor rushed to the Halloween section. Milo stopped and looked around. He found some pumpkin spice candles he knew Vic would love, so he picked up one of them. He also saw some generic Autumn decorations and grabbed some of those too. He saw Victor walking with shiny black table runners and fake rats in hand. 

“Oh! I like rats!” Milo smiled.  

“We’ve got more of these at home, but they need friends!” Victor smiled. 

“Fluffy will like playing with those.” Milo giggles. Victor nods happily, noticing the candle in Milo’s hand. 

“Ooo! Candle!” He smiles.

“Pumpkin spice. Surprise for you.” He smiled, knowing that wasn’t the only surprise that Vic would get that day. 

“I love it! Thank you sweetie!” Vic smiled, kissing his cheek.

~A while later, after having finished up at the store and going to get lunch, the two made it home. Fluffy greeted them at the door, meowing. 

“You want a treat, huh?” Vic asked. Fluffy meowed again. 

“Hey, i need you to check out that pumpkin decoration. I thought it moved...” Milo said. 

“What?” Victor asked. “It’s fine hun.” 

“No, no...go check.” Milo told him, taking their bags from his hands and setting them down. Victor looked at him oddly, but nodded and walked over to the pumpkin decoration. 

“What, did you put a fake spider in it?” Victor giggled, shaking the pumpkin and hearing the clinking from inside. He opened the lid as Milo walked up behind him. Vic pulled out the ring, examining it before turning to Milo. “what’s thi-” 

Milo took the ring from Victor carefully, getting down on one knee. “I love you, Vic. Will you marry me?” Milo asked, somehow not stuttering. 

“Yes!” Victor yelled happily. He pulled Milo up and kissed him. “Best Halloween miracle EVER!” 

[fredheads]

10, 12, 16

10: How would you describe your WIP's narrative style? (1st person, 3rd person, multiple POVs, single POV, alternating chapters, etc.)

- 3rd person (i never write first but for one second when i was contemplating stand by me au i was like what if...... don't let me do it tho.)

- the POVs are super fluid which is rare for me but becoming more common i think? i used to delineate one pov per chapter per fic and this feels much more freeing. thanks stephen king I'm just following you buddy. weirdly I've noticed I'm not in freds head very often during it au.. or maybe i am and I'm just desensitized to it idk. 

- as for alternating chapters i obviously chose to divide it au into kids and adult parts. and idk HOW I'm gonna tackle the 6 phone calls cuz i want to give everyone their own chapter but that structure gets long and predictable ... i will worry about it later.

12: Which character do you have the least in common with?

alice or hiram or mary i think. 

16: What would your characters be for Halloween?

AWE some 80s shit probably.... i know not. 

[flying-elliska]

hi ellie! what's your top 5 tv shows? (no skam, this is kinda obvious 😂)

haha anon thank you for reminding me there were tv shows other than skam :D

- Buffy the Vampire Slayer - first series I ever went apeshit for, it brings up so many memories of saving to buy dvd boxsets and watching VHS tapes with my bestie and halloween parties and cutting snippets out of fan magazines (whoop i’m old). It’s dated and problematic now but. It’s still so Quality TM. It’s so good at using dumbass genre tropes (which are also super fun don’t get me wrong) to say super deep shit about life and love and growing up. There are a lot of parts I wish I could rewrite and maybe send different messages (Still not over Tara’s death...) but still, when I rewatch it I’m like wow, that shit was my life once upon a time. And the Vibe ! It’s still so funny and taught me the importance of using humor to support darker storylines so it doesn’t get too gloomy or self serious. And they’re doing a modern comics reboot, which I’m so gonna buy once money happens. Also we’ve gone far enough round the bend that some of their outfits are like. really cool again. And it was the actual first time I saw a lesbian couple story that was so positive and loving and celebrated. I didn’t even know I was bi at the time but it made me so happy. (and it pushed me into my witchy phase instead lmaoooooo)

- Star Trek (techically a cheat bc a lot of series in one but lmao). I became a fan like 5 years ago and still it felt like I knew it already, because it’s so engraved in our consciousness. It’s just incredible to think that people were obsessing over shit, shipping stuff, falling in love with characters, just like we do, already in the 60s. It feels so comfy to watch, and the optimistic worldview still gives me hope we can get our shit together as a species. I just go back to it periodically, it’s one of those things you know will be there forever. And some of the stories are dumb or really bad but some are just....so good and so deep...wow. My favorite has to be Deep Space Nine because I love so many of its characters and it got a bit darker and more ambitious with the overall storytelling. And I could write a political science essay about several of the plotlines. You got bad rubber lizard masks and everyone dresses like a train carpet, but also you got really deep storylines about guilt and propaganda and genocide and how to make ideals stick and nation building and the evils of blind bureaucracy and idealism vs pragmatism and !!! It’s my jam really. 

- Black Sails ! I’m still ??? that we got a show like that. It was billed yay pirates boobs beaches explosions, produced by Michael Bay ! But what we got instead was like, ok wow. First of all 4 main characters are queer, plus two polyamorous relationships, plus several side characters who aren’t straight either including one that is introduced in the last 5 min of the show. They start with this really badass scary pirate captain who has a troubled story with a woman and then half way through the second season (spoilers) they reveal that the entire backbone of the series’ story is that he was in love with a man and he is so angry at how they treated him that he’s going to war with the entire British Empire over it. It’s one of the finest examples of heterobaiting I’ve ever seen. AND his relationship with the other main character is also extremely full of longing and subtext even if they never actually go there. Plus, awesome sword fighting lesbian pirate ! And of course apart from that the story is really good and says some incredible things about stories, power, oppression, empire, freedom, how ‘monsters’ are made. I think a lot of people slept on it because the first season is kinda slow to start and has a really problematic rape storyline. But imho it’s worth powering through. And it has one of the most satisfying endings I’ve ever seen in a TV show. 

- Brooklyn Nine-nine. Ultimate comfort show and still so fucking funny - it’s arguably gotten better over time, even. Jake and Amy are one of the rare canon het couples I actually read fic for lmao. I love how all the characters are interesting in their own ways. I love how they dismantle toxic masculinity so hard, do diversity in a way that feels completely organic, and tackle some stuff that is seriously wrong with the US/cops in general from their middle of the road perspective in a way that never feels like they’re teaching you a lesson. I love that their female characters are all strong in different ways and shown to be flawed and still lovable and hilarious. I love how they portray their queer characters in such an honest way without ever reducing them to their sexuality. It’s one of these shows that actually makes being a grown up appear interesting and not boring.I love the big found family vibes. I love it so much. 

- Bonus Cheat Round because I’m incapable of choosing one last one ! Halt and Catch Fire (Lee Pace ! Amazing creative female partnership !) Doctor Who (Moffat can fuck off but some of the eps remain incredible sci-fi stories) Skam (sorry oops), Avatar/Legend of Korra, Agent Carter (mostly the 1st season tho), Pushing Daisies (Lee Pace! Super cuteness! Whyyyyyyy was it cancelled sighhhh), Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (Adorable period drama w badass female MC), Legends of Tomorrow (admire their committment to going for the most balls to the walls out there solution everytime, plus badass bis everywhere), Parks and Rec, the Good Place, Broad City, Penny Dreadful (altho I hate the ending my god), Hannibal, a Series of Unfortunate Events, the Expanse, Killing Eve (just watched, it’s amazing)... I guess I watch too much TV lol but don’t we all. 

[secretsofthemasquerade]

what you should get in the September Sale

Drive thru is having a Sale until September 21st!

Vampire: the Masquerade titles

Vampire the Masquerade 20th Anniversary edition

Despite all the shit I gave White Wolf (CCP version) for the bad art choices, V20 is a must have. It contains almost everything you’ll need to understand what VTM is, especially if you only know about it from VTMB. Very much a great compendium :)

V20 Dread Names, Red List

Just because I’m on the cover. This is a compilation of overpowered antagonists and enemies of the Camarilla, a list of over the top NPCs, but they’re interesting enough, and the Art is Good :)

V20 Lore of the Clans

Overall this replaces the Clanbooks, it’s quite short but it’s more than an interesting read to see the new takes on the clan. Unlike V20 which takes content from Revised, this is mostly new content. Lore of the bloodlines feels a little unnecessary to me but that’s just my opinion and you may very much enjoy it ;)

V20 Hunters Hunted 2

This is a good book to play hunters that are not Hunters (aka with so many fancy powers and just people who know the supernatural exists and are willing to -do something about it-)

Vampire the Dark Ages 20th Anniversary edition

Honestly I was very skeptical about Dark Ages, but VDA20 was written with thoughtfulness in mind and I’m honestly quite pleased with the results, even if I am just not drawn to that kind of setting. I’m not a fan of the saturated colors by Mark Kelly for the full page art but it’s overall much more beautiful than V20 is. for 6 bucks it’s worth a grab :D

Undead Blood Magic Bundle

This bundle contains Blood Magic secrets of thaumaturgy, Blood Treachery, House of Tremere and V20 Rites of blood. Lots of rites, rituals and fun stuff. Rites of Blood is actually the one of best value, but might as well grab the bundle imo (I’ll let you do the math tho).  I think each book individually is less expensive than the bundle! But I won’t link them all (too much work), just click on the bundle link and you’ll be able to click on each title individually.

Beckett’s Jyhad Diary

I made a post a long time ago saying why I wouldn’t back it and why this book did not interest me as it’s basically a big fic about Beckett meeting a bunch of other NPCs and witnessing a bunch of canon events, but I do understand its interest and it is valuable Lore and fluff content for those of you who enjoy it. So I’m putting it here because it is a good book, it’s just not for me. This serves as a bridge between old Canon and the canon of V5, for what it’s worth :)

Clanbooks 1st Edition

The PDF quality is bad because it’s old-school-scans (and some pages aren’t really straight), but if you want to feel where I came from, this bundle links back to each clanbook. I think each clanbook individually is less expensive than the bundle! But I won’t link them all (too much work), just click on the bundle link and you’ll be able to click on each clanbook individually ;)

Elysium the Elder Wars

Oldie but Goodie. I have a very fond liking of this book which explains well what Elder games can be ;)

State of Grace

A book about all kinds of faiths and how to reconcile them (or not) with vampirism. Serves as a great starting point for your own research. I wouldn’t take it on its own, however.

MET VTM

You might also want to grab anything from the LARP books (the corebook being obviously first), they’re a great read and the mechanics are honestly interesting, even if you don’t LARP. I still frown at some of the art choices because lots of the costumes look like bad halloween costumes and not something vampires would actually wear but those are very personal tastes.

And now some Vault titles!

Obviously I can’t do this without plugging my own titles ;)

My Guide to Playable Characters (which the reviews say is good to help players get into playing RPGs overall, with specifics for VtM), my Guide to Siring and my One Shot scenario (which gives that 1st edition horror premise, it seems?) are all on sale.

But more importantly, you might want to check.. Dark New England, a sourcebook about New England, which is a MASSIVE labor of love and with incredible content in relation to Native American clans. Authors also put together a lineage book about the native kindred bloodlines, to complete it. It’s Descendants of the Three sisters.

The Gargoyle bloodline-book seem to be worth checking out!

You should also check Sei-ey’s Vampire Drawings, a beautiful artbook which is just amazing (you may know his work from Deviantart)

Some other interesting artpacks (portraits) by Luis Miguez, in pure black and white old school style can be found here, here, and here. Carlos Garcia also did one right here.

You might also want to grab these two color portraits right here.

@andrealeora Did two amazing packs of art, one of scenes and one about portraits, that you should check out. Check her blog to see some previews of the contents ;)

And finally, because I’m French, here’s Mont Saint Michel by night, for Dark Ages.

If you’re curious about other Vault Products, I highly recommend reading It’s More than Just Gaming reviews to see an honest breakdown of some of the titles ;)

All of the links are affiliate links and if you purchase anything after clicking, I’ll make a small commission, which will allow me to buy more art for my upcoming titles and host further giveaways!

[princessrainbows]

I woke up from a very badass dream last night and I’m hella tempted to create an AU with MHA of Hawks n the reader? Granted, it’d be a LITTLE bit tricky because you, as the player and main character, would be using 1st pov while you talk with NPC’s and Hawks (I’m trying not to spoiler anything in case I end up actually writing it LMAO)

But, it was heavily inspired by Jumanji, however, it’s a survival/horror video game. There’s not many specific HORROR like stuff in it from what I can remember, but, the atmosphere gets spooky n stuff! (Perfect for Halloween if I chose to go through with the fic lol!)

Writing it is gonna be awkward tho...I’ve never written anything like this type of story before ;v;’

[artificialqueens]

Love me tender - Part Three (Shalaska/Pearlet), by Lavish

A/N: Look at me submitting a chapter less than a month after the one prior! Here in Brazil it’s still October 1st, which means Halloween season is officially open. It seemed only right to submit Shalaska today. In this we have a glimpse of domestic life with Violet and Matt, beers with Sharon, Alaska letting her guard down, and something unexpected at the end. As always, thank you to those who have been following this fic, who have left feedback here and on my ask box, I love you tons. Xo, Lavish. 

“Vi, come on! It’s about to start!”

Matt’s strong voice echoed throughout the small apartment, making Violet roll her eyes, slightly annoyed, but also smile nevertheless. She had no idea when it became a thing to watch old seasons of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo with Matt, but it was now a sacred ritual for their Saturdays. Violet hurried to pour the contents of two bags of Doritos into a bowl before the opening song ended.

She handed the snacks to her boyfriend before plopping down on the air mattress they used as a couch (and bed, and often times a very convenient eating surface).

“I can’t believe you hit play before I was done picking food to feed your ass and your baby. I hope you are aware this is treason, and for that, you will be punished.”

Violet liked to complain. Simple as that – when she made snarky comments, she would usually be treated better after. It always happened, and that, as well as her true faith in aliens, were universal truths to the young teen.

“Fucking yes I did! And may I remind you it took ages, AGES, for you to simply figure out that you wanted Doritos after I browsed Uber Eats for like 20 minutes? No wonder you have HUGE swollen feet, that’s probably where all your ego went!”

Her boyfriend was the clear exception to the rule. Violet burst into laughter, holding her ever-growing belly, but attempting to swat her hand on his arm for the nerve he had. She pulled Matt’s face and planted a kiss on his nose, feeling his toothy grin graze over her own lips, making his stubble tickle her palm.

“Did you listen, Melon? That’s how your dad talks to your mom. Hopefully you’ll be less of a monster, kid.” Violet stared at her belly, as if she were waiting for an answer, and sighing in frustration when she wasn’t rewarded with any.

Since her third month, after most of her morning sickness had passed and Violet had made peace with the idea that she would get as big (or maybe even bigger, god forbid) as the entire European continent, she had grown very fond of talking to her belly. She’d read somewhere that it was healthy and soothing for the baby to hear their parent’s voice, so she opted not to risk the sanity of the baby and to address it whenever possible. Everyone did it: Violet, Sharon, even Violet’s mom and the lady who drove the bus she usually took to the hospital (Sheila was her name and Violet thought she was lovely, despite her daring habit of consuming approximately 4 donuts during the 10-minute journey). Again, Matt was the only exception. He never talked to Mellon, which was, evidently, a great disappointment. Violet figured it may be painful for him, but she still desperately wanted him to. 

She would never admit it out loud, but sometimes Violet fantasized about having a family with Matt. Having a house with three bedrooms, an ugly minivan, buying her baby clothes and toys, all sorts of mommy duty. She had even made a pact with herself: if she were ever to keep the baby, she would even keep a homelife blog, sharing the experiences of Melon the First. She craved it deeply, Violet was confident that she would be a good mom. Not the best, not a great mom, but an okay mom. And that was precisely the issue: her kid deserved much more than just okay. Her baby wouldn’t sleep on an air mattress. Violet wouldn’t drive a minivan because they were the epitome of ugly and tackiness, and extremely slow for her liking. She looked at Matt, her beloved Matt, wondering how he’d be like as a dad. She was so entertained it took Violet a second to realize he was expecting an answer to a question she hadn’t heard.

“Sorry, I totally spaced out. What did you say, babe?”

“I said I can make you some guac if you’d like, to go with that.” He pointed to the orange snack. “Hopefully it will save me from torture due to the treason of the crown.”

Again, he made her laugh out loud until her entire body was shaking. “No babe, it’s fine. You are forgiven. Let’s just see if Anna will marry that Michael guy.”

“You already know she did, tho.”

“Way to spoil the episode, you dork!” Violet faked rage, and tossed herself baby-bump-first over the giggling body of her boyfriend. In no time, they were having a tickling battle, both too invested in each other to notice the drama happening on-screen.

And maybe it was the comfort of the air mattress hugging their tangled figures due to the weight, or maybe the way Matt’s curtains hardly filtered any of the sunlight streaming through the window, but suddenly Matthew’s apartment felt to Violet like a home for their little family. ********** The warm breeze of August swept Alaska’s golden locks over her shoulder, and the edges tingled her sensitive skin. She stared at the empty seat in front of her, as though if she fixated on it long enough, Sharon would materialize. Alaska was fairly early, but she still checked her phone every two minutes to know if 15:00 would arrive any sooner. The last time she looked, her stubborn clock showed a disappointing 14:23.

Lunch with Cory was nice and familiar. Alaska missed him constantly, and despite living in the same city, LA was huge. The chances they would run into each other only decreased day by day, and still their connection was as undeniable as ever. Cory was 3 years younger and about 20 times more reckless than Alaska, but they always got along well – at least, after the karate patches incidents was forgotten. He balanced her seriousness and she lent him the responsibility he often lacked, which provided tons of laughter, some rumors about Cory possibly using heroin, and all of Alaska’s drunk dialing episodes on her first years of dating. Together, they could (respectably) paint the town.

A glimpse of what looked like jet-black hair appeared on Alaska’s line of vision through the window, and her head shot up, trying to find out if it were Sharon. A lean, tall brunette was closing the door of a red pickup truck, double checking the doors before turning around. The distinctive cleft chin and her piercing blue eyes made it undeniably clear it was none other than Sharon, waving discreetly at Alaska before making a beeline to Alaska’s table.

As she approached, the blonde checked her phone once again. 14:27.

“Well, you’re early!” Alaska broke the silence as the other woman arrived at her table, a smile easily spreading across her face. She double checked her outfit, making sure her rosy blouse was in place, and adjusted the bow on the neckline. The white skirt she wore was hidden under the table, but Alaska still straightened it reassuringly.

“Yeah, I was actually hoping to arrive early and calm my nerves before you got here, not gonna lie, but I’m not disappointed at all. You look drop dead gorgeous.”

Alaska watched in awe and chuckled lightly at the emphasis she gave on “dead”. She studied Sharon, contemplating her ensemble. From the styled (yet effortless looking) curls to her dark eyeshadow and the low-neck black dress, it made sense. It only seemed right that Sharon was that sort of grown-up punk kid.

It was an odd pair to look at, undoubtedly. But they made sense, in a way. The way Alaska’s dimples deepened when she smiled looked nice next to Sharon’s gapped front teeth, both giving a little humanity to the otherwise impossibly beautiful duo. Alaska’s breath was taken away. From the husky tone of Sharon’s voice to her milky skin and long fingers, she was amazing.

“Why, thank you! Same to you. Should we order something, or…?” Alaska trailed off, watching as the brunette’s eyes got lost on her face, studying her body language. She couldn’t help but smile, she felt good. It wasn’t invasive staring, it felt personal, intimate even. Alaska wished she would know what was going through Sharon’s mind in that moment.

If she could, she’d find out Sharon was admiring the way the afternoon sun bathed the pale skin of her chest, making the pink shirt draped over the other woman gave her an ethereal look. She’d find Sharon was curious about a tiny scar on her glossed upper lip, wondering what the story behind it would tell about Alaska’s early life. But alas, Alaska wouldn’t know all that. Instead of telling, Sharon opted for a less embarrassing phrase.

“Do you think they’ll serve us a beer right now? I know it’s still afternoon but I’m dying for one.”

“Yeah, sure!” Alaska wasn’t used to early drinking, but then again, she wasn’t used to being spontaneous at all. She looked over her shoulder, catching the waiter’s attention, and placed their order. Turning to Sharon with an inquiring look, she asked: “Soooo, tell me about yourself, Miss Needles… Anything I should be aware of before I trust you with a newborn?”

“I don’t think so, no… Does having live bunnies for breakfast count?” She kept a straight face, but Alaska’s shocked expression cracked her up. The lawyer looked weirdly green, as if she was sick. “I’m just messing with you, gosh! You know what they say: when in doubt, freak them out. You should’ve seen your face tho, it was priceless!” She smacked the table in the midst of a fit of laughter, struggling to even get the words out, the blonde soon following. Sharon was weirdly comfortable being her truest, weirdest self and didn’t get self-conscious at all. She found she was, actually, in her element.

“Literally nobody says that. But despite being close to Satan’s spawn, what else is there to you?” Alaska dove deep into Sharon’s eyes, almost believing that, if she searched long enough, she would peel off every one of the lairs built around Sharon’s impressive personality. She seemed so much more comfortable than she did in the hospital, speaking and gesturing freely.

“Well, I was born in Newton, Iowa. It’s a nice town to grow up until about 15, then it’s just too small of a town. My first teen years were terrible, I felt eyes on me all the time – and trust me, it ain’t nice at all.” She paused, getting a little more serious, and instantly reaching for Alaska’s hand over the table. Just like last time, there was no need for requests or even a flick of the eyes. It was natural. She took it and smiled, encouraging the other to continue. “I moved to Pennsylvania a few years later, then moved again down here. I attended Nursing school back in Penn, and those were the best years of my life. I love my job. I bet looking at me no one would ever guess what I do for a living, but it’s such a personal matter to me. I chose to nurse because there was… I don’t even know how to put it, some sort of emptiness, I guess, inside of me. My loneliness had hit a new level right after I got my diploma, as I’d left family back in Newton, so I clung to the first job I got. It really was fantastic how much it fulfilled me, and now… I guess I’m just ready to welcome a new life into my own. I smoke tho. I hope it’s not a deal breaker.”

Alaska was speechless. Sometime during Sharon’s monologue their waiter had placed two frozen pilsner glasses on their table, filled to the brim with bubbling beer. Without breaking their hand holding, both reached for their drinks. There was a clear syntony between the two, and it made grins split both their faces.

“Should we toast to this?” Alaska said, before taking her first sip. Seeing Sharon eagerly agree, shaking her head up and down, she continued, inclining her glass to meet the brunette’s. “To a very good start to whatever it is will happen between us four. May whatever decision Violet and Matt make the best one for all.”

“And to Melon, may he or she be as alcohol driven as any of their parents – and yes, I’m referencing underage drinking. Sorry ‘bout it.” Sharon completed, a sassy finger wiggling around.

The cold beverage tasted surprisingly good to Alaska, and she smiled languidly. It was so easy to be around Sharon, and all of her personal problems, from Tom to driving to the suburbs and all of the cases piling on her desk seemed so far, as if they weren’t her own.

“Damn Lask, this is too fancy. I usually have mine straight from the can.”

“I usually don’t have any at all! Look at us, having different experiences and fancy-ing it up for our date.” Alaska’s words only made their way to her brain when she registered what she’d said. “I meant meeting. Fuck.”

Sharon waved her hand, telling her off, both of them surrendering to contagious laughter. Alaska’s face still showed flushed, but her smile was genuine.

“Honest mistake. I don’t dress this nice for meetings.” She sighed and took another sip. “ Your turn Lasky, what’s the story here?”

“Well…” She elongated the word, trying to decide where to start. “I’m from Pennsylvania actually, from Erie. I have two brothers and one sister, we’re pretty close. Cory lives here, he’s the one who had lunch with me here earlier. I went to Law School at the University of Pittsburgh, and after I graduated I wanted to have this huge Law Firm and “make a name for myself,” She drew quotation marks in the air, rolling her eyes. To her ears, young Alaska seemed naïve and silly. “So I came down here. Luckily the firm part totally worked, but I should’ve known the part of making a name was a goal shared by basically the entire American population, so not an easy one.”

“I see that in you, I could totally tell you’re an overachiever. It’s not bad, tho. It’s ok to dream big.”

Sharon winked and Alaska felt it again, the fluttering of butterflies in the bottom of her stomach, taking her breath and her speech. All she did was smile, finishing what was left of her beer.

“Well, I guess so. It just seems childish to me from where I stand. I guess at a you-” She was cut off by her own phone ringing. She had almost forgotten she had one, from how invested she had become in their talk. The lit up screen didn’t show any names, or clues, of who was the caller. She let it go to voicemail, resuming her sentence. “Sorry about that. Back to what I was saying, at a young age we want to conquer the world, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, but as you grow up even those perspectives chan-“ 

Once again, her phone blared with an incoming call from an unknown number. 

"Do you mind if I take this? I promise it won’t be long." 

"Sure, take your time, Lasky.” Sharon smiled, and Alaska detected honesty in her eyes. She was more than surprised that this was going so well. "Hello, is this Misses Langster?“

Alaska frowned, taking a second to recognize her husband’s last name, which she had gladly taken, but never really used.

"Yes, this is she.” Still oblivious, she turned to Sharon, basking on the way her full lips stretched when she smiled. It was the most beautiful one she’d ever seen.

“I’m calling from the Cedars-Sinai Medical Center. There’s been an accident.”

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

SEASONS OF LOVE CHALLENGE - Colors of Fall

Hey guys so I have been plotting this challenge for a while. It will be a 4 part challenge with 1 part dedicated to each season. Since fall is just around the corner - that is the season we will begin with.

Each part of the challenge will run for 3 months - to fit the season. There will be no extension since 3 month is plenty of time to come up with something. If you want to drop out for one reason or another that is totally fine. Just sent me an ask and I will remove you from my list. If you don’t turn in your fic on time and you haven’t kept in touch, you will be banned from all my future challenges.

Do I have to take part in all 4 seasons?

No. You can take part in one, in two ect. Any you would like.

If I do all do the stories have to be linked?

No. They can be but that is not an acquirement.

If I do them all do I have to write the same pairing each time?

Nope.

Will you read and reblog my fic?

You betcha :D

Do my fic have to be autumn themed?

Since it is the idea of the challenge - yes I am afraid so.

When Do I Post?

Between Sep 1st and November 26th. Sign Ups start now and ends when there are no more prompts

RULES - READ PLEASE!

Due Date: November 26th

Word min: 600 words

Word Max: 6k words

Style: It can be a drabble, one shot or beginning of a series. Do not put in in the middle of an ongoing series since I plan on reading them and don’t want to read 10 parts of something to understand the entry.

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst are all welcome. DO NOT write smut if you are under the age of 18 and tag everything with appropriate warnings. AUs are more than welcome!

Limits on what you can write: No Mommy/daddy kinks, no non/dub con, no A/B/O, no glorification on cheating, no wife hate in rpfs! - if you got any questions at any time feel free to send me an ask. 

Format: State in your A/N that it is for my (thing-you-do-with-that-thing) Seasons of Love - Colors of Fall Challenge. And use the # SoL - Colors of Fall challenge in the first 5 tags.

Submit: After you posted on tumblr you have to add yourself and your fic to this doc. If you don’t do this you will not be added to the masterlist I create when the challenge is over. If you got questions - just ask :D

Doc link it case tumblr is an ass: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F1guZ3M-SXuO5Nzrry4Zsr0r6EWrRHjAzcEE0BB1Naw/edit?usp=sharing

How do I join?

You pick a prompt and a pairing off the list. Send me the prompt number along with a backup just in case and your pairing of choice. ASKS ONLY!! REPLIES, REBLOGS AND IMS WILL BE IGNORED!

There are no limits on the pairings but I only allow 1 person per prompt so think before you sign up. If you don’t think you will be doing it then don’t take the spot from someone else. Prompts and Pairings are under the cut!

Pairings:

No male readers - gender neutral are fine!

General Fics - character or rpf are both fine.

Sister/daughter/romantic/friendship reader pairings for following are all fine - just let me know which:

Jensen

Dean

Misha

Cas

Jared

Sam

Ships (all are allowed as poly with reader too):

Destiel

Deonna

Megstiel

Saileen

Cockles

Jensen x Danneel

Jared x Genevieve

No shaming of any pairings or ships I just have to read them and these are the things I prefer. On to the prompts:

W/D means: W means written and D means in doc. You can check yourself if I got your fic or not by looking for those letters by your prompt. 

Activity and word prompts

1 Colorful leaves @captainradicalpassion (Jensen x Reader) -W/D

2 Apple picking @the-awkward-writer (Jensen x Reader )

3 Jack O’lantern @imaginesforthose-wholovefandoms (Dean x sister!reader)  W/D

4 Pumpkins @queen-of-deans-booty (Jensen x Reader)  W/D

5 Pumpkin spiced latte @torn-and-frayed (Jensen or Dean x Reader)  W/D

6 Trick or Treat @sillesworldofwriting (Jared x Reader x Gen)  W/D

7 Halloween party - @docharleythegeekqueen (Destiel x Reader)  W/D

8 Halloween costumes - @mysupernaturalfics (Jensen x Danneel x Reader) W/D

9 Chestnuts @supernaturalismalife (Jensen x Reader)

10 Magic 

11 Scarecrow @fromashell (Destiel)

12 Thanksgiving @roxyspearing (Dean x Reader)  W/D

13 Rain @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (Sam x Reader)  W/D

14 Storms - @luci-in-trenchcoats (Jensen x Reader) W/D

15 Harvest @ladysimoriah Megstiel  W/D

16 Raking Leaves - @winchesters-favorite-girl (Sam x daughter!reader)  W/D

17 Apple Pie @mrspadackles (Dean x Reader)  W/D

18 Cooking - @percywinchester27 (Dean x Reader)  W/D

19 September @ruined-by-destiel (Sam x Reader) W/D

20 October @imagineteamfreewill (Sam x Reader)  W/D

21 November @amandadream (Cas x Reader) W/D

22 Picnic @not-moose-one-shots (Sam x Reader)  W/D

23 Changes @not-that-rude-but-very-ginger (Dean x Reader)  W/D

24 Samhain - @oneshoeshort (Sam x Reader)  W/D

25 

Song Prompts: 

26 The White Stipes - We are going to be Friends - @supernaturalandrandomness (Destiel)

27 The Flaming Lips - My Cosmic autumn rebellion

28 Eva Cassidy - Autumn Leaves

29 Frank Sinatra - September song @atari-writes (Dean x Reader)

30 Green Day - Wake me up when September ends @pie-not-cake-you-assbutt (Dean x Reader)

31 Tom Waits - November

32 The Vines - Autumn Shades II

33 The Small Faces - The Autumn Stone

34 Lake of Tears - Forever Autumn

35 John Coltrane - Autumn Serenade

36 Earth Wind Fire - September  @curliesallovertheplace (Dean x Reader)  W/D

37 Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong - Autumn in New York @onlyhalfapsychopath Dean x Reader

38 The Cure - The Last days of summer @the-winchesterboys (Dean x Reader)

39 Simon and Garfunkel - Leaves That Are Green

40 Ed Sheeran - Autumn Leaves @teamfreewill-imagine (Jensen x daughter!reader)  W/D

41 Neil Young - Harvest Moon @firefly124 (Destiel)

42 The Kinks - Autumn Almana @xx-multi-fandom-imagines (Sam x reader)  W/D

43 Guns’n’Roses - November Rain @chaos-and-the-calm67 Jensen x Reader

44 Mary J. Blige - The Whole Damn Year

45 REM - Sweetness Follows @nichelle-my-belle (Dean x Reader)

46 U2 - October

47 Avicii - Wake Me Up @sea040561 (Jensen x Reader)

48 The Band Perry - Don’t Let Me Be Lonely @goldenolaf25 (Misha x Reader) W/D

49 Keith Urban - Till Summer Comes Around @angelsdeadromance (Cas x Reader)  W/D

50 Luke Bryan - Harvest Time @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog (Deonna)  W/D

25 Secret Fall Pictures!

0/25 left! - Send me a pairing and ask for a picture

1 @queen-of-deans-booty (Sam x Reader)  W/D

2 @padasteph-nie (Destiel) W/D

3 @wayward-marvel-sommer1196 (Dean x Reader)  W/D

4 @deanssweetheart23 (Dean x Reader)

5 @supernaturallymarvellous (Sam x Reader)  W/D

6 @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester (Dean x daughter!reader)

7 @jayankles (Dean x reader)  W/D

8 @mindinmarianatrench (Destiel)

9 @winchesterprincessbride (Sam x Reader)  W/D

10 @whatareyousearchingfordean (Dean x Reader)  W/D

11 @tngrayson (Dean x Reader)  W/D

12 @mydogs-mylife (Dean x Reader)

13 @dat-targaryen-tho (Sam x Reader)

14 @queen-of-deans-booty (Dean x Reader)  W/D

15 @xx-multi-fandom-imagines (Dean x Reader)  W/D

16 @winchester-writes (Jensen x Reader) W/D

17 @narcoleptic-moose (Dean x Reader)

18 @cass-trash (Cas x Reader)  W/D

19 @volleyballer519 (Jared x Reader)  W/D

20 @winchasterdean (Dean x Reader) W/D

21 @lovemesomepie85 (Misha x Reader)

22 @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (Jensen x Reader)  W/D

23 @abbessolute (Sam x Reader)

24 @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (Dean x Reader) W/D

25 @adriellej (Jensen x Reader)

Challenge tag list (wanna be added in my future challenges? Add yourself here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1UXa2GdkRkSNwGCuq_9_dLBUGEbrgGegGZgwyF7LZkfw/edit?usp=sharing  

@fromashell

@torn-and-frayed

@secretlyfurrydragon

@deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester

@like-a-bag-of-potatoes

@ruined-by-destiel

@iwantthedean

@creativelydifferentlove

@luci-in-trenchcoats

@atc74

@flufy07

@percywinchester27

@riversong-sam

@sea040561

@not-that-rude-but-very-ginger

@not-moose-one-shots

@deansleather

@angelsdeadromance

@fangirlextraordinaire

@onlyhalfapsychopath

@mrspadalackles

@deansdirtylittlesecretsblog

[phantastichomos]

  🎃 That wonderful, spooky month has come around again! 🦇

 I’m excited to announce a contest of sorts for you guys~!  Last year, I participated in Inkotober and that was crazy fun.  I thought we could do something similar and I was recently reminded that we haven’t done any fanfic contests for a long time, so- FICTOBER WAS BORN!

It was either this or we do KINKtober... >u> Yeah, that is a thing.

I don’t really want to put a lot pressure on people and want this to be just for fun, so you don’t have to write a freaking fic every single day of october. (Tho that would be pretty baller and one hell of a power move..)  Feel free to only write as much as you want and take inspiration from the prompt list below!

To at least make if worth your while, I will be picking a couple of winners on the 31st and the prizes will be me doing fanart of your lovely work! 

Rules:

1. Do whatever you want.  No shit!  If you want to post just a single drabble, that’s awesome.  If you want to do multiple drabbles or one-shots, that’s amazing.  Wanna attempt the full fledged drabble-a-day challenge?  That.... that would be pretty damn impressive and I’ll be a little scared of your demonic powers of writing.

2. It must be Erik/Raoul slash.  I mean, that’s a given, but I got to put it up here.

3. Notify me or link me to your fics.  I don’t want to miss any, so shoot me a note or ask about where I can find them. (Don’t worry! I don’t bite!)  Tagging them #e/r fictober might help, but I don’t want to risk overlooking your great works!

4. Cut off date for submission is the 31st of October.  On the evening of Halloween, I’ll be making up a post that showcases the picked winners and giving shout-outs to everyone that participated.

If you have any questions at all, please feel free to message me.  Also, don’t feel like you need to keep in the poto canon, I accept AUs as well.  I hope everyone has fun and I can’t wait to see what you guys create!

Prompt List:

Autumn 

Costume

Magic

Fear/Hurt

Party

Night

Pumpkin Spice

Smoke

Heart

Candles

Ghost

Black/Water

Friday

Watching/Safe

Ink

Cold/Warmth

Vampire

Haunted/Seance

Snow

Familiar

Dreams

Shatter/Soft

Dance

Cemetery

Teeth/Fur

Sweet

Trick

Witching Hour

Hide/Seek

Kiss

Halloween!

Remember to either tag, notify me by note/ask or submit the fics you write for Fictober!  I’ll be accepting your fics starting tomorrow, on October 1st, 2017.

💀 Happy Halloween everybody! 💀