#Candy Keane

[cagg1969]

[simplysedusa]

My Main WIPs

The Best Years of Our (Resurrected) Lives

After a hostage situation gone awry during a field trip, many of the Townsville citizens agreed to have the beloved Powerpuff Girls taken out of public school to ensure the safety of their peers. From the ages of 9 to 15, Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup Utonium were homeschooled by Professor Utonium. With many of Townsville's most notorious villains locked away indefinitely, crime in Townsville has managed to calm down (mostly). This leaves the girls' main concern to be one of their toughest arch enemies ever, The Rowdyruff Boys, who the girls haven't had a run in with since they were seven years old.

Unbeknownst to the girls, the Rowdyruff Boys had their own troubles. With Mojo being a permanent resident at Pokey Oaks Penitentiary, and HIM disowning the trio, the boys were truly on their own. Desperate, starving, and weak, Brick, Butch, and Boomer managed to literally fall onto someone else's doorsteps. Years after living in a group home and completing their house arrest, their caregiver, Marie, pushes the boys to integrate into society by enrolling them at Townsville Central High.

A year later, Principal Green invites the girls to TCH in an attempt to pacify the concerns of students, staff, and loved ones who still feel unsafe around the boys. Forced to face one another, the six super-powered beings make amends, all while dealing with regular, human high-school issues, former and new enemies out for their blood (in both a figurative and literal sense), and uncovering the corrupted underbelly of Townsville's politics and how it all connects to some of the major villains to have ever roamed the streets.

Main Ships: Lowkey still don't know tbh but I'm thinking either Bluegrass (Bubbles x Butch), Cotton Candy (Blossom x Boomer), and Christmas Ornaments (Buttercup x Brick) OR Blues, Reds, and Greens (or I might just post two very different versions of the same story lol).

Also, the boys might get two moms and Princess Morbucks redemption!

All Grown Up (Kinda)

The City of Townsville has had its ups and downs, but without the superhero sister triplets, The Powerpuff Girls, the city would be left in ruins. Thanks to the construction of Townsville's newest, tightest, and strictest prison, TBA, many of the severe, repeat offending villains can be forever detained, leaving the other reformed villains to live amongst the innocent. Mini Dynamo robots invented by Professor Utonium take on the tougher, more difficult jobs for the cops. So where does that leave the girls? Retired. Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup's main concerns now are their own personal problems. Blossom's in grad school, still somewhat unsure of what she wants to do after and struggling with her serious, long distance relationship. Buttercup, a former Olympian, had recently been barred from competing after her cheating scandal, which also resulted in the loss of her brand deals, forcing her to move back home and take a teaching job at their younger sister's middle school. Bubbles, while the most secure in her personal identity outside of her sisters, overworks herself with her activism and charity and her entertainment gigs, with barely any time to herself. Or to spend with her sisters, only God would know how long it's been since the three have been in the same room for longer than five minutes (without arguing).

The Rowdyruff Boys, on the other hand, are doing quite well for themselves. Boomer, a rather populated ghost writer and producer, stars his own subsidiary music label. Butch opens his own gym, while still DJing at the club they all own. Brick owns an apartment complex that doubles as a restaurant on the first two floors, where tenants can work to pay in labor if needed, and also recently opened a theater. Their days of attacking the Powerpuff Girls are over, thanks to the deal they've made with HIM. Every night, once a year, the Rowdyruff Boys must complete a favor in exchange for their freedom and they must not speak of their deal to anyone. So long as they don't get caught, they're in the clear.

Fate, however, decides to have the six reunite. And while the interactions were much calmer and more civil than anticipated, the timing couldn't have been worse. Former, now rehabilitated villains have been found murdered, with messages left behind for both the boys and girls. Now, the six will have to work together to find the culprit, all while learning how to "adult".

Main Ships: Blues, Reds, and Greens

Professor Utonium is also married and has a biological daughter and step-son.

Also, the Rowdyruff Boys might get two moms.

Mean Boys

Elmer Sgloo had never attended a real school after his monstrous rampage through Townsville. But at the ripe age of 17, his parents felt that now was the best time for Elmer to reintegrate with his peers at Townsville Central High. While the Powerpuff Girls are more than happy to show him around on the first day, he catches the attention of the most infamous, dangerous, and out right belligerent triplets to ever live in Townsville; the Rowdyruff Boys. No one has ever had the opportunity to infiltrate their small circle, but after accepting their rather casual lunch invitation, he becomes the Powerpuff's newest pawn to spy on the boys, and investigate their newest weapon, a "Burn Book" crafted from the depths of hell.

Main Ships: Still unsure, I'm almost certain it'll be Reds, Blues, and Greens with Elmer x Julie Bean (she's the Aaron Samuels equivalent), but I think Elmer x Brick would be a cool plot twist (or I'm considering making it one-sided on Brick's end). Idk, it's my newest idea, I'm still working out the details.

Wrapped In A Bow (title pending lmao)

Blossom Utonium's...friendship with Princess Morbucks had never made sense to anyone, not even her sisters. Their intense, competitive nature had led everyone to believe that they hated each other's guts. But ever since high school, the two were peas in a pod. Blossom supported Princess's interest in robotics and was the perfect study buddy, while Princess was the devil on Blossom's shoulder, encouraging her to let loose and have fun.

And once Princess learns that Blossom got into her dream school for grad, she's right at her side in her flying Gucci modded heels, begging for one night out on the town. Clubbing, partying, and drinking were more of her sisters' forte, but Blossom eventually agrees to one night for the hell of it.

What she hadn't expected was a run-in with Brick Keane, another former arch-nemesis of hers, who tags along with the girls.

She wakes up the next morning with articles and videos trending of the three redheads having the time of their lives, and the guilty parties laid next to her naked on her left and right. Possibly dating one former villain was scandalous enough, but two former villains could be quite a handful. Blossom's mostly pristine reputation is now in danger, and if there's anything Blossom cared about, it's about how she's perceived. Could she make this work?

Main Ships: R3ds (Blossom x Princess x Brick), maybe Greens and Blues, but I'm also considering other ships to explore outside of them.

[baubeautyandthegeek]

The Key To Happiness – Shasta/Georgina Stanton, Beverly Keane/Erin Greene, Tamerlane Usher/Candy (Verna), Shirley Crain/Leigh Crain, Sarah/Maggie.

A/N: Part 4/4 for @fluffbruary day 22. Last gif made for me by @whoreofthecottage

Keys, the key to a home can mean many things to many people. For many it means hope. The twist of Sarah’s key in the door lights a lamp in Maggie’s view, the woman is quiet even now, setting her book down and letting the door closed before flipping the lock closed, checking everything is safely locked down before moving to settle beside Maggie and welcome the woman into her lap, the two content to sit in silence, comfortable in one another’s arms. Shirley Crain’s key unlocking the door means Leigh will be treated to tales of sweet kids and sad people who need help. All things that Leigh loves to listen to, she’s content here, loved and happy to look after the children whilst Shirley works. The offer of a key for Shasta means everything. She is welcomed, finally, home. Home to Georgina Stanton, home to love and care and a chance to really, truly live. She is quiet the first time she uses it, slipping into the hospice, then the elevator, making her way up alone to Stanton’s rooms, letting herself in and locking the door behind her, curling into Stanton’s lap when the woman beckons her, content to sit, sharing a small roll of weed, the two settling into one another’s orbit like it’s natural. Erin’s key, gifted in a moment of fear by Beverly Keane, rarely touches the door. This time, when the storms are due, she lets herself in, the key clicking in the lock even as she locks it shut, moving closer and pulling a trembling Beverly into her arms, kissing her silent, promising she’s safe. Tamerlane’s fingers close around the key as she paces, waiting for Candy, her Candy, the woman she loves most, to come home. People have always thought Candy was still just a hooker, but that hasn’t been true since Bill left. She never pays anymore and spends most nights sleeping in Candy’s arms. Candy is quiet when she lets herself in, locking them in and smiling softly when she turns to see Tamerlane still twisting the key in her hands, then Tamerlane’s hands move, unfurling to reveal the key, her voice soft, hopeful. “I’d like you to stay…” Candy’s smile, quick, bright, warm is reward enough even as the woman’s lips cover her own. “I’ll stay Darling, as long as you want me.”

[slashingdisneypasta]

One of my absolute favourite MultiVillains that I've written!! ^^ The characters are all so perfectly in character (As far as how I see them XD 😅), including speech patterns. I really really hope when readers read this one, they feel satisfied because their F/O's are just right ^^

MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plot: You try to sacrifice yourself to save the people you love but something goes wrong, and you're caught- and saved- and your saviour is absolutely p i s s e d that you would try something like that and thought he would let you.

Includes: Barbara Kean, Candy Pop, Captain Hook (2003), Cheavy / Classic Heavy, Human!Chucky / Charles Lee Ray, Dark Link, Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Peter Hale, Scarecrow / Jonathan Crane.

Warnings: SERIOUS POSESSIVENESS. Like, possibly yandere? I mean, they're already villains so I dunno if its really yandere but... just so you get the idea. Violence and threats, too. Mommy kink in Barbara's sorta (A tiny bit) and Daddy kink in Freddy's, obviously. Michael carves his name into your skin. Clearly some very unhealthy relationships. Also unedited writing cuz the hour is late and I'm too tired.

Barbara Kean:

"I'm here." You say, quietly, leaving the shadows and coming out into the light. Oswald looks pleased to see you, and smug; He never doubted even for a second that you wouldn't come after he sent you that note.

Your friend's cut off, bloody ear is what he thinks, possibly, did the trick.

"Ahh, its good to see you're a good decision maker, Y/N. That'll come in handy working for me- I knew you were a good pick." As he talks, you just stare at the ground. You know this is right decision, to save your friends, and your family, and Barbara.

But that doesn't make it any less terrifying. The Penguin is insane. Yes, he's a little more predictable then, say, The Riddler and that freaky Jerome Valeska from a year ago, but that sure as hell doesn't make him any less violent. You've seen it.

"Now come over here." He suddenly demands, and you're quick to obey- albeit, sloppily due to nerves.

Before you get too far across the floor, though, a new voice rings throughout the building. Shrill, and furious, and present.

"I don't think so!~"

It sends shivers down your spine, as a familiarly fuchsia gloved hand wraps around your upper arm and grips you tight, and realisation of what deep shit you're in now, dawns.

You glance to the side and up, and find Barbara's face quickly- she's not looking at you, but you know damn well that the unhappy look on her pretty face isn't, for Oswald. Your heartbeat starts to rush against your chest, as you look at her, waiting for her to snap. To look at you. The longer you wait, the more seconds that pass as she ignores you, scares you even more.

"Ozzy... " She tilts her head to the side, flashing a fake smile as she adjusts her fingers around your arm. "How dare you try to steal away my little cutie pie, here. They're mine." She rights her head, every bit as perky as a weather girl- one with a loaded handgun, that is.. "Or did you not get the memo?"

Oswald rolls his eyes and sighs. "Y/N came of their own free will, Barbara. I don't know what you want me to say."

For a few moments, Barbara doesn't say anything. This mess clearly, means more to her then to him as her baby blues stew like a raging sea, now. An angry, thunderous, violent, raging sea. "... You're right." She spits out, almost animalistic, through grit teeth. "Nothing. I don't want anything, from you. I got everything I wanted. Get the hell out of here before I change my mind."

As you watch Oswald slowly shrug, figuring this isn't worth the bullets really, and leave along with your chances to save your friend- you consider wriggling from Barbara grip and chasing after him-

But she's always read your mind like an open tab. You feel her breath on your ear before you even know she's noticed your thoughts, and cease up. "Not. You. Baby doll... " Her grip on your arm now tightens to the point that it genuinely hurts, and you squeeze your eyes shut. "You're staying right here, with mommy. And explaining yourself. Got it?!"

Candy Pop:

After Candy Pop throws you back in your room, letting go of your wrist that will surely bruise, now, is when he finally lets out his frustrations. Finally fucking speaks, for the first time since he saved your stupid ass from making, in his opinion, the most imbecilic idea of your dumb little life.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" You just glare back, massaging you wrist with a thumb. "No- no really. Run me through your stupid, little, human thought process here. You give yourself up to the devil- cuz that's what Zalgo is, in case you didn't quite realise... and then what? All is fine? I let you go do something like that peacefully? What!? Seriously, tell me! Because I'm mystified. Let me, the thousand year old being, in on your tiny little human plan, that was apparently so much better, then anything I could've cooked up if you'd come to me. Hm? What was it?!"

"I was thinking, I wanted you- and Cane, and my family, and everyone, safe!" You snap, glowering just as hard back at him. "And Zalgo said, to do that, I needed to give myself up!- "

"Fucking hell." He snaps, running two hands through his hair frustrated beyond belief clearly. "How could you- How- I cant even comprehend- the thought process that lead you- " He takes a deep breath. "You really thought it was that cut and dry? That damn simple?"

"Ultimatums, usually are!" You cry, not understanding what the hell he wasn't understanding. Why he couldn't let you make your own fucking decisions.

For a few good moments, he just stares at you. A thing akin to hatred, burning his eyes. Now, you know he doesn't hate you, and all this is coming somehow from a place of care, but- it truly is a scary thing, to stare back into.

Then he turns around and laves your room, slamming the door closed. "Stay there!" He calls back as he leaves the house. "I'm going to fix the tragic mess that you created! If you move even a fucking inch, out of that room, I will know! And I will come back to drag you kicking and screaming, right fucking back!"

Captain Hook (2003):

As soon as you wake up, you groan straight from the heart and push yourself up into a sitting position, leaning your back against the familiar headboard.

Here you are. Right back where you started.

You failed. And due to the terrible headache plaguing the forefront of your brain right now, you assume you failed badly.

"Oh- you're awake!" And you also figure that you're about find out the specifics of your failure, too, as you take your hand slowly from the back of your head where you were searching for a bump- and to the desk where Hook sits, a cold look on his smiling face.

Immediately you feel fear shoot through you. Oh no.

"Look, Hook, lets just forget it. You would've done the same for me- "

"I assure you, Y/N." Hook's eyes go dark, and the polite smile disappears. A sneer replaces it, the hair on his top lip raising. "I wouldnt've."

Worrying your bottom lip, you wonder what you can say to make this go away. Calm him down. You knew this would piss him off... you just, didn't think you would be alive to see it.

Now you are and you definitely, almost, regret your decision to go off on your own. "I get it... you think what I did was stupid- "

"Immeasurably."

"But I had to."

He sits you with a scary look, turning his head and raising his brows at you- the expression almost reading surprised. He's shocked, that you would think that you had to do something like that. Or that you would dare, say that to him.

Then he slams his hook suddenly right into the wood of his desk, making loud, startling BANG sound that causes you to jump along with all the objects sitting on the desk- and look away from him. "Like HELL you had to!"

Cheavy / Classic Heavy:

Cheavy wrangles you too easily, using his ridiculous, terrifying strength to to twist your body by the wrists- around and back across the field to Blue HQ. On the walk, he says nothing; But you can hear his teeth grinding.

As soon as you get back to your shared bedroom, you try to wrench out his grip but he doesn't let go and causes you to cry out in pain with your yourself too hard. Then he leans down, tightens his grip for a moment so you know he's not fooling around, and you smell his foul breath as he speaks at you: "Now, doll, listen close. If you try some bullshit like that again, I'll break your fucking legs. That'd keep you outta trouble, wouldn't it?"

Groaning and rolling your eyes, you yank yourself away again and this time he lets you go immediately- causing you to fly into the floor. "Argh... asshole." You mumble, pushing yourself up and aching all over, irritation flickering madly deep in your chest.

"Yeah, maybe... " His gruff voice is lower, then usual. Slower. This isn't his usual anger- not loud, and nothing's being smashed, no. This is controlled, as he fights not to scare you with how much fury he's really feeling at what you did. "But at least I'm not acting like a damn twit."

"I was saving your life, dick!"

"I don't want you saving my life, kid. You should really talk to a guy before tryin' something that." Turning your back to him, you go to your dresser and just start absentmindedly fiddling with things- too furious with him to even look at him. "What? Not in a talking mood? Good. I think you've done enough today, huh? Stay in fucking here. I wasn't joking about breaking your legs, sweetheart."

Then the door behind you slams shut so hard your body jumps in surprise, and you wince.

Human!Chucky / Charles Lee Ray:

You could not be more mad right now as you watch Chucky unlock your apartment door, clearly mad himself, and fight yourself not to jerk out of the iron grip he still has on your arm and bolt as fast as you can, as far as you can, away from him. But to do that would be cowardice, so you settle for glaring a hole into the back of his head, planning the fowl things you're going to say to him once he lets you inside and closes the door.

Before the door even clicks closed behind you though, Chucky whips around first and slams you into it, using your body to ram it shut- and god, the expression on his face. Hell would freeze over.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/N? You're fuckin' lucky I figured out where you were gonna be and came to save your ass- otherwise you would be so dead right now." Those blue eyes absolutely burn into yours.

But yours burn right back, as you struggle to get his hands off you. You stop, when he just fetches his gun out of his pocket and shoves it into your stomach, causing your to freeze- but your eyes are still like stone, staring fearlessly back at him. "It is none of your business what I do with my life Chucky. And I was saving you people- "

"Oh don't give me that bullshit. You're lucky I'm such a good, fuckin, guy, or I'd really fuck you up about now for the fuckery you just tried. You should thank me for saving your life- " He leans in close, noses nearly touching. "Its not really my thing."

"Thank you!?"

"Honey you better start givin' the option a good think, cuz my trigger finger itches." This time you say nothing, seeing the look in Chucky's eyes change. Still angry, still totally boiling with rage - to an extent he has never felt, before, - but more desperate. He presses his forehead into yours just as firmly as the gun in your gut. "I don't think you quite get how bad I got it for you, Y/N."

Dark Link:

"So??" Zalgo prompts, getting tired already of this game you and Dark are playing. Where the boy tells you that you don't have to this, when you definitely do, and you say oh but I'm doing this for you Dark, which makes the demon feel sick honestly, and so on and so forth with no foreseeable, logical end- The first couple turns were entertaining, but now he's just wholly grossed out by the squishy lovey stuff.

You take a deep breath, and prepare to shake Dark's relatively gentle grip on your shoulder off of you to move forward towards Zalgo- but Dark's tone suddenly shifts. He heaves a great sigh, and you turn to watch his head fall forward, surrendering.

Not you, though. As his hand curls more tightly around your arm. "Y/N... damn, I tried to do this the cute way. But I guess that isn't gonna work, is it?"

"What?" You ask, blinking up at him with eyes as the silver haired Link-Look-Alike raises his head again- looking far less desperate, this time. More determined. Cold. And hard.

Resolute (You aren't going anywhere.)

"You think I'm going to let you go anywhere with this jackass? Come on." He rolls his eyes. "Give me some credit here. I kinda love you."

"I dont have much of a choice, Dark- " You try to separate from him and his grip tightens even more- hurting, now. A gasp is torn from you, followed by a pained whimper. "Dark!- "

"You try to get out of this grip again sweet cheeks, and you'll lose this arm."

Freddy Krueger:

You close your eyes, and wait for the pain. You expect a blinding pain, as a bullet tears through your body, you expect to double over, or maybe to just fall... but none of that happens. You feel nothing.

But you do hear a squish, and a thump. And when you open your eyes, you see the Springwood parent on the ground, gun skittering across the floor a few feet and Freddy standing behind the, now, corpse.

His blue eyes look poisoning when he looks up at you, and you immediately feel fear shoot through you like lightning. That's a horrible, scowl- and you thought his leer was bad to be at the receiving end of. This, is much worse. He looks like he wants to tear you apart.

"Now sweetheart... what do we say to Daddy when he goes out of his way to come out of the dream world, weakening himself, to save your little, disobedient bitch-ass." He talks slow, annunciating every syllable, carefully. When you're too afraid, you're actually shaking, to say anything for a few moments, his shoulders drop and he sighs. "I think that'd be thank you." He raises his brows. "Don't you?"

"I... I was handling it." You force out, crossing your arms over your chest- heart beating against it so hard hard that you're afraid it'll break free and fly across the room. "I- I was saving everyone."

At this, Freddy's eyes narrow dangerously, and he walks over, pushing himself into your personal space as you turn your head away, avoiding behind nose to nose with him. Afraid if you look back at him, you'll fall apart. You'll lose the tiny little bit of resolution that you have. "Sweetheart, look at me... " You refuse, closing your eyes. "I said look at me." His non-gloved hand comes up and drags your face, and squeezes, so you open your eyes and look at him- gasping in surprise at the action. "Listen good, bitch. The naughty acts good for roleplay babe but that's where the fun ends. Do you fucking understand?"

"... yes... " Your heart breaks a little at the defeat, muscles relaxing and arms dropping from their crossed state; Your eyes look to the floor as Freddy smirks, pleased.

"That's what we like to hear!"

Michael Myers:

After Michael barged on into that abandoned building, easily took out the others in there that were his enemies, that you were giving yourself up to, and then knocked you the hell out... he disappeared for 2 weeks.

You woke up on your bed, still in your clothes from last night, including your shoes, and above the covers with a killer migraine... and Michael wasn't there. nor was he there at bed time, when he would usually come and visit you. Or the next day, or the next.

This is not to say that throughout those two long weeks, you weren't aware of his presence. No, he made it quite clear that he was still there, that he was just pissed as all get out but would know and stop you if you tried anything like the other night again.

You would catch glimpses of him on your way to work, and home again. Just dark figures following you every now and then, and watching you through windows from across the street.

And, the notes.

Yes he left you notes.

Horrible, cold notes that were written crayon you knew he stole from a child he probably killed, that made you feel sick. They would have words like 'DONT' and 'STOP' and 'I WATCH' written on them in big, capital letters. Over and over again. These would be left carefully on the floor, just inside your front door; Facing you.

You also watched the news and witnessed the rate of his murders increase drastically.

After the 2 weeks were finally over, he came back to your surprise. He was just there, in your room, waiting for you when you got home one night. He stood stock still, of course... until you approached him. The second you got too close, he snapped into action and grabbed you; He threw you on your stomach on the bed, and yanked your top up...

Then carved his name in your back with his knife, and left you there to stew for a while as he went to make himself a sandwich.

Peter Hale:

Peter just looks exhausted. He holds his head in his hands for a while, occasionally shaking his head and chuckling as he thinks through what you did, and you watch him. You're slightly afraid, to be honest. Its scary when Peter loses his cool. I mean, it was for sure worse when he found you and dragged you out of harms way, and glared... but this isn't much better.

You wonder what he'll do when he pulls himself together.

Should you make a run for it?

No... he could catch you.

Finally, after literally 3 hours - you should never underestimate Peter's ability to be still, - he looks up, and rests his chin in his hands. He raises his brows at you. "So?" He prompts. "What were you thinking?"

"I-I... I wanted to keep you safe... "

His eyes are cold, and lifeless. "Aw... how sweet." And there's no warmth in his voice, either. Its like a slap in the face.

Still, you don't retaliate. You just set your hands in your lap, and meekly ask him: "What... what are you going to... do?"

His gaze flicker's from the floor in front of his, to you thoughtfully, before he shrugs. "Well I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, that's been made abundantly clear. You nearly gave me a stroke back there, sweetheart, and you know how much I hate being reminded of my age."

"Y-yeah, but... how?" You ask, looking up innocently at him. He tilts his head to the side.

"... I'm still plotting."

Scarecrow / Jonathan Crane:

Jon paces the room, and you stand off to the side with your arms crossed. He glances back at you once again, and prompts you. "Explain it to me again."

Frustrated, you deeply roll your eyes; teeth grit. How many times are you going to say this before he lets it go? "I went to Jervis to save you. He said if I gave myself up to him, you would be spared. What is hard to understand??!"

His eyes flash and he whips around properly to advance on you. Pointing at you with a gloved finger, and he snaps; "The part where you were idiotic enough to believe that man." Is that disgust, in his tone? Or disappointment? Possibly, both. And you don't care for either.

Your eyes slowly narrow, and you talk slowly. Precisely. "Don't talk to me like that, Jon."

"I am the Scarecrow." He tilts his head to the side, inclining his neck. "And I'll speak to what's mine, however I see fit."

Your brows lift up your forehead. "What's yours??"

"Yes."

"I do not belong to anyone- "

"Do not fool yourself, Y/N. You, your person and your body, your past, present and future, belong to me, the Scarecrow." 'Scarecrow' approaches you closer, almost in your personal space- which is a lot seeing as Jon has never been one for touching, ever. Your heart's beating out of your chest, you can feel it all throughout your bones- scared, suddenly. "Which is why these events have displeased me so dearly. Never do anything like this, again. Or I will be forced to take drastic measures to prevent you from exercising free will in this way... or at all."

[moremaybank]

YOUR EYES OPEN — j.m

day six childhood friends to lovers with jj maybank

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary you and jj visit a fortune teller for a laugh at the first annual obx carnival, but her predictions end up coming true. (loosely inspired by all american 3x07)

warnings jj licking your fingers in a non-sexual way (lmao), pretty sure that's it. just hella fluff with bestie!jj

obx week ‘23 masterlist ;; jj masterlist

“For a moment your eyes open and you know.” - Keane

You plucked a tuft of pink cotton candy from the cone in your hand. “Last piece. You want it?”

“Hell yeah. Give it to me.” JJ grabbed your wrist gently, bringing it toward his face so he could eat it. He goofily licked your fingertips to get rid of the stickiness, and your nose scrunched up in disgust. 

“Ew, J. You actually have no boundaries.” You wiped the residue of his saliva on his shirt.

“We’ve been best friends since we were nine. What boundaries do we have left?” 

Truthfully, you couldn’t argue with that. You and JJ had seen it all together. You’d been as vulnerable and open as two people could get with each other. You shouldn’t have been shocked by his…gross action. The man passed all kinds of gas around you twenty-four-seven. He’d eaten foods far past their expiry dates. You’d seen him drink spoiled milk on a dare (though you can’t say he wouldn’t have done it if he wasn’t dared to).

That’s not to say you two weren’t good for each other, because you undoubtedly were. JJ’s wild spirit helped you break out of your shell. He pushed you to try new things, push your boundaries, and make you see that you had all this untapped power inside you. You didn’t think he could surprise you any further, but he still managed to every day, even now in your twenties. 

On his side of things, your calming presence grounded him. It provided him with the safety and the domestic feeling he’d longed for while living his life with Luke Maybank as his father. No matter how chaotic things became, all he had to do was take one look at you, and his mind calmed. You, even as a child, gave him a comfort he never knew he needed until he had it in the palm of his hand. 

“I guess that’s true. You’re still gross though.” 

He winked at you with a cheeky grin. “You love it.”

The sun began to dip below the horizon, and the warm hues of pink, orange and yellow painted the sky as the two of you made your way through the colourful maze of booths and rides. Laughter and music filled the air, and your mouths watered at the sweet smells of funnel cakes and caramel apples. 

Your eyes wandered over all the activities surrounding you, and one specific booth caught your eye. You tugged on JJ’s arm. “J, look!” 

His eyes followed your pointed finger to a quaint, candlelit tent a little ways from where you both stood. He squinted, trying to focus on the large lettering of the sign above the booth. “Madame Zara’s Mystical Fortunes. Are you for real?” 

He couldn’t deny that it piqued his interest at least a little bit, but he also wasn’t sure about wasting ten bucks on words of ‘wisdom’ that you could easily get out of a fortune cookie. 

“Why not? It’s all in good fun anyway.”

“Y/N/N, I can give you a fortune right now for free. Watch this.” JJ stood, raising his index fingers to his temples and closing his eyes. His voice picked up a spooky tone. “I predict that we’re going to go on the tilt-a-whirl in the next thirty seconds.” 

His eyes open, and he points to the ride right next to you, clasping a hand over his heart with a shocked look on his face. “Oh my god, look! The tilt-a-whirl! I was right!”

You rolled your eyes at his mockery but still let out a laugh. “Come on. Do it for me?”

JJ looked into your pleading eyes and your jutted-out bottom lip, and felt himself starting to crack. He’d always had a soft spot for you. How could he deny your wishes when you looked at him like that? 

He let out a large sigh. “Fine. But we’re hitting the tilt-a-whirl as soon as we’re done. And I don’t want any complaints about how fast I spin us.” 

“Deal.” 

You stepped into the dimly lit tent, where an older woman with piercing eyes welcomed you. “Welcome, young ones. I sense that you seek answers.” 

You and JJ exchanged amused glances as you spoke. “Sure. Why not?”

She gestured for you to sit across from her at a small table, covered in a rich, purple velvet cloth. She took your right hand and JJ’s left, closing her eyes as her fingers traced invisible patterns on your palms. 

“There’s an abundance of energy between you two,” she began in a hushed tone. “This night you embark upon…it’ll offer you both clarity, unlocking secrets hidden in the depths of your hearts.” 

JJ laughed softly as a smirk took over his features. “Clarity, huh?” 

You kicked his leg under the table, trying not to laugh. Madame Zara continued, though, unfazed by your shared skepticism. 

“Remember, clarity often reveals truths you’ve chosen to ignore.” 

You thanked the fortune teller and exited the tent. “That was…something.”

“It was a load of bull,” JJ laughed. “I mean, clarity? Clarity about what?” 

“Who knows,” you replied. “Alright, we can go on your beloved tilt-a-whirl now.” JJ grinned at that, grabbing your hand and tugging you over to the ride. 

You two spent the evening going on every ride you could manage and indulging in all the sweets you came across. You’d be sick to your stomachs by the night’s end, but you couldn’t bring yourselves to care.

The night wore on, and you found yourselves atop the ferris wheel, overlooking the brightly lit carnival below you. The twinkling stars above you seemed to be in perfect alignment. JJ had grown eerily quiet, which was odd for him, seeing as he was always bouncing off the walls with an energy you couldn’t quite comprehend. 

You turned to look at him, planning to break the silence, when you caught his heated gaze. Your brows furrowed. “What’s that look for?” 

He licked his lips, turning his body toward you slightly. “Nothin’, I was just thinkin’ that psychic lady was right.” 

“Right about what?” You asked. All of a sudden, things had turned serious, which was rare for you two. Everything about your friendship was fun and lighthearted, but it didn’t feel that way anymore. At least, not at that moment. 

“About me needing clarity. Y/N, we’ve been best friends for so long. I mean, we’ve been through everything together. But sometimes…sometimes it feels like there’s somethin’ more. Somethin’ we both kinda deny.” 

Your eyes searched his for an understanding. “What are you saying, J?” 

“I think— Nah, I know. You’re my world. You make everything better, make everything brighter. I love you, pretty girl. I’m in love with you.” 

Your heart raced as you processed his words. Suddenly, the fortune teller’s prediction didn’t seem so foolish or ridiculous. In that moment, that same clarity JJ felt washed over you. The lightbulb switched on inside your head. You realized that you weren’t just in love with the idea of your friendship; you were in love with him. 

“I’m in love with you too, J,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. Your hand found his, and your fingers intertwined. He smiled at you brighter than he ever had, and his eyes sparkled as the moonlight bounced off of them. 

“Can I kiss you now?” 

“You definitely should.”

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[smashorpass50plus]

Trick or treat, any style! I love all candy *wink wink*

Roy Keane, 53, our first former football player and former coach for trick or treating. Roy had an 18 year career, and toted and one of the most successful Irish footballers of all time along with two others. He's won 19 major trophies, but has created wakes with his strong opinions and choices for his own career. His wife and him were married in 1997, and they have 5 children.

I want to finish with a quote from Roy: "Unlike humans, dogs don't talk shit."

[thehotelpod]

LOOKIN FOR SUM ACTION?

Lauren and I went to monster mile (Magnolia st) in Burbank but the Mystic Museum and everything was already closed so we got sandwiches and the guys at Blast From the Past talked to us about Glenn Keane because Lauren recognized the Rescuers Down Under theme playing but since we didn’t wanna uber to Pasadena and back we skipped the Myers’ House and I lost the clip-on part of my earring outside Porto’s but it was closed too so we got candy at Target and came home to watch the Shining and I made a pretty official “i am trans” post on instagram but not twitter because I’m not so sure about All That.

Happy Halloween!

[weirdgirl92]

After much nostalgic binge watching, I’ve decided to do my own personal rankings of every classic Powerpuff Girls episode per season (because it sounded fun, and I was bored anyway).

Season 1:

Uh-Oh Dynamo

Mr. Mojo’s Rising

Tough Love

Telephonies

Mommy Fearest

Boogie Frights

The Rowdyruff Boys

Buttercrush

Mime For a Change

Bubblevicious

Just Another Manic Mojo

Cat Man Do

Ice Sore

Octi Evil

Monkey See, Doggy Do

The Bare Facts

Abracadaver

Insect Inside

Major Competition

Impeach Fuzz

Geshundfight

Paste Makes Waste

Fuzzy Logic

Powerpuff Bluff

Season 2:

Something’s a Ms.

The Powerpuff Girls’ Best Rainy Day Adventure Ever

Slumbering With the Enemy

Twisted Sister

Stuck Up, Up, and Away

Beat Your Greens

Speed Demon

Just Desserts

Birthday Bash

Supper Villain

Los Dos Mojos

Mo Job

Collect Her

Too Pooped to Puff

Dream Scheme

Daylight Savings

A Very Special Blossom

Slave the Day

Pet Feud

Imaginary Fiend

Mojo Jonesin’

You Snooze, You Lose

Schoolhouse Rocked

Cover Up

Down n’ Dirty

Cootie Gras

Season 3:

Child Fearing

Criss Cross Crisis

Power Prof.

Equal Fights

Meet the Beat Alls

Ploys R’ Us

Hot Air Buffoon

Three Girls and a Monster

Super Zeroes

Jewel of the Aisle

The Mane Event

Bought and Scold

The Headsucker’s Moxy

Helter Shelter

Power Lunch

Cop Out

Catastrophe

Candy is Dandy

Town and Out

Gettin’ Twiggy With It

Monkey See, Doggy Two

Fallen Arches

Moral Decay

Season 4:

Power-Noia

Knock It Off

Him Diddle Riddle

Not So Awesome Blossom

Forced Kin

Superfriends

Get Back Jojo

Stray Bullet

Members Only

Keen on Keane

Nano of the North

Film Flam

All Chalked Up

Season 5:

Substitute Creature

Silent Treatment

Monstra-City

Save Mojo

Twas the Fight Before Christmas

See Me, Feel Me, Gnomey

Documentary

Burglar Alarmed

Bang For Your Buck

Curses

Boy Toys

Girls Gone Mild

City of Clipsville

Lying Around the House

Bubble Boy

The Boys Are Back in Town

Seed No Evil

Divide and Conquer

Shut the Pup Up

Sweet ‘n’ Sour

Pee Pee Gs

Toast of the Town

Shotgun Wedding

Season 6:

Aspirations

Custody Battle

Makes Zen to Me

The Powerpuff Girls Rule!!!

Mizzen in Action

Oops, I Did It Again

Crazy Mixed Up Puffs

City of Nutsville

I See a Funny Cartoon in Your Future

Simian Says

Coupe D’etat

Mo’ Linguish

Neighbor Hood

Live and Let Dynamo

Roughing It Up

Prime Mates

Nuthin’ Special

Little Miss Interprets

What’s the Big Idea?

Octi-Gone

Night Mayor

A Made Up Story

West in Pieces

That’s Not My Baby

Reeking Havoc

Say Uncle

The City of Frownsville

Sun Scream

Top 10:

Power-Noia

Knock It Off

Uh Oh Dynamo

Something’s a Ms.

Best Rainy Day Adventure Ever

Mr. Mojo’s Rising

Tough Love

Telephonies

Child Fearing

Slumbering With the Enemy

Bottom 10:

Shotgun Wedding

Toast of the Town

Sun Scream

Pee Pee Gs

The City of Frownsville

Moral Decay

Say Uncle

Cootie Gras

Sweet ‘n’ Sour

Reeking Havoc

[shyjusticewarrior]

Gotham Incorrect Quotes Pt 163

Mobster: A lot of us lost respect for Gilzean when he picked you as his second. If he needed eye candy around, he could've at least picked Kean.

Tabitha: That's funny. I'll tell her you said that.

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Lee: I'm sorry I punched you.

Ed: No you're not.

Lee: I'm not.

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Oswald: How bad is it?

Ed: Oh, I'd say it's about a seven point... eye ripped off.

[popculturelib]

Haunted States of America: Virginia

Hampton's Haunted Houses & How to Feed A Ghost (1998) by Jane Keane Polonsky and Joan McFarland Drum

Hampton is a historic town on the eastern coast of Virginia and is one of the oldest European settlements in the United States. This short volume is part history, part ghost stories, and part recipes. Mixed in with tales of ghostly dentists, haunted hotels, and a visit by Blackbeard the pirate are recipes for dishes such as:

Heavenly Hash Candy for Ghost Hunting

Spoonbread

Chicken Salad and Sweet Potato Custard Pie (a favorite of a ghostly visitor at a building on Wine Street)

Spirit Punch, which comes with the notes: "Hearty consumption of the following spirit punch is certain to assist in raising the netherworld" and "Don't bother using quality liquor because it does not matter in this punch."

What do you like to eat and drink when you go hunting for ghosts?

Virginia is the second-most represented state in our collection, with 32 books about ghosts and hauntings. Take a look at these other books:

The Mystery of Ghostly Vera And Other Haunting Tales of Southwest Virginia (1993) by Charles Edwin Price; introduction by Sharyn McCrumb; cover art by David Dixon

Virginia's Ghosts: Haunted Historic House Tours (1995) by L.B. Taylor, Jr.

The Hauntings of Williamsburg, Yorktown, and Jamestown (1998) by Jackie Eileen Behrend

The Browne Popular Culture Library (BPCL), founded in 1969, is the most comprehensive archive of its kind in the United States.  Our focus and mission is to acquire and preserve research materials on American Popular Culture (post 1876) for curricular and research use. Visit our website at https://www.bgsu.edu/library/pcl.html.

[cagg1969]

[simplysedusa]

Do you have any silly head-canons for the rrb. And I mean downright ridiculous.

I'm so sorry this took a while to answer. The original one that I was gonna talk about turned out to be a bit..angstier than I realized and I figured it'd be best to save it for a ficlet idea I came up with. 😉😈

So, here's some other silly headcanons:

I stated in another post talking about the Rowdyruffs that Brick's guilty pleasures are boy groups. This also applies to K-Pop groups. He's into K-Pop (but he listens to other genres of music as well) and only Boomer and Butch know because they hear his tone-deaf ass mispronouncing every other Korean word in the shower. Both Boomer and Butch decide to keep this info to themselves because 1.) they want to live and 2.) who'd believe them? Brick's got private, secondary stan accounts with VPNs locating him in the Bermuda Triangle, pretending to be some 15 year old girl named "Becca". He's mostly a boy group stan (NCT, Ateez, Stray Kids) but a few girl groups managed to catch his interest (Dreamcatcher, G-Idle, Twice). And no, he's not above arguing with twelve year olds about record sales or popularity.

I'd imagine Bubbles stops by the Ruff household and catches Brick humming a very familiar tune to himself, and she's the one who casually tells others whenever the situation calls for it. Much to Boomer and Butch's chagrin, no one bats an eye.

After the events of "Bubble Boy", Boomer suggested getting revenge by having them dress up as the Powerpuffs and causing chaos across town. Originally, Brick and Butch were against it, but then considered the "evil acts" they could get away with and were suddenly on board. Unfortunately, they couldn't find the right dresses (plus Boomer and Butch's hair would NOT cooperate) and they gave up.

Halloween is their favorite holiday. Scaring people and free candy were great, but the boys really loved wearing costumes that they stole from the Halloween Party stores downtown. Their favorite group costume was of the Ministry of Pain (and the looks of Townsville citizens' faces as they arrived at their doors made it all the better for them).

Boomer's a dog person, Butch is a cat person, and Brick's neutral. The three had discussed wanting a pet to play with while under Mojo and HIM's care. They both reluctantly agreed so long as the vote was unanimous. Boomer and Butch damn near fought to the death to try to convince the other or Brick to change their minds. Boomer decides to let the matter slide. He finds a Beebo and keeps it a secret until after they move in with Ms. Keane.

Since receiving their new hairstyles in "The Boys Are Back In Town", the boys are very particular about their hair. They started to wear color-coded silk bonnets to bed after getting the idea from Sedusa when they broke into her place by sheer coincidence one night and spotted her wearing one.

RANDOM BITS OF KNOWLEDGE IN REGARDS TO SCIENCE AND ROBOTICS. The boys may struggle with finding the atomic weight of a certain element, but they know chemical reactivity (what elements will react to one another without exploding) like the back of their hands. Blueprints for death rays are like memorizing phone numbers for them. They were kicked out of the robotics club on their first day (and almost expelled entirely) after demonstrating how to build an actual laser and for rebuilding functioning, miniature Mojo robots from scratch. Blossom nearly considers going back to homeschool when she learns that she shares all of her A.P science classes with all three of the Ruffs.

It takes everything in Butch to not make another Rowdyruff once he learns of Bunny and Bullet. Brick likes the idea but thinks it's too much work, while Boomer is completely repulsed at the idea of having another brother. (He might just help make a Rowdyruff pet however, but his Beebo and Valentino are enough of a handful. 😉)

That's all I got at the moment, but if I have more, I'll be sure to share lmao.

[baubeautyandthegeek]

The Loss Of Innocence (Happened Before We Met) – Beverly Keane/Candy

A/N: More fic for @julybreakbingo 's post-July bingo.

“Beverly? Bev…. Hey….” Dolly’s arms loop around the woman even as her legs give way, pulling her inside just late enough to see Joe running after the woman. She’s silent as she kneels, cradling Beverly against her. This is the tenth time this has happened and now, finally, she knows what she has to do. She waits for Beverly to be at work, next day, calling Annie Flynn, setting her plan in place. Between them all they can afford to book Beverly a date with a call girl, someone many would call a prostitute, making it easier for Beverly to finally lose her virginity and free herself of Joe’s hunger to ruin her. Beverly is silent, shiveringly shy, when Candy does arrive. The woman’s slim frame, soft brunette hair and gentle storm-colored eyes well suited to Beverly’s tastes, even as Beverly shrinks back. Candy greets Dolly, then Annie, then, finally, Beverly, her smile soft when Beverly lets out a tiny whimper. Her touch is warm, sweetly light, as she takes Beverly’s hand, kissing it softly, then turning the woman’s hand to kiss her palm. “No need to be shy, sweet one… I’m here for you, after all.” Beverly leads her away shyly, their hands tangled together, palms together, fingers entwined. Candy waits until Beverly lets them both inside and has locked the door, moving to gently caress away tears from Beverly’s cheek. “Oh Sweet girl… so much fear. Don’t be afraid, little one, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want…” “I… I want to but I…” A blush, a smile then a shaky laugh. “I’ve never even… kissed… anyone.” Candy’s smile is sweet, warm, gentle and kind as she steps closer, drawing Beverly gently closer, letting their lips meet, coaxing her into a sweet kiss that slowly deepens, letting their foreheads meet as she takes Beverly’s hands again, guiding her slowly to touch, grip her waist, then rest a hand over her heart. The second kiss is deeper, more intimate and Candy smiles when Beverly exhales a shaky laugh, her touch softer still as she smooths a hand over Beverly’s jacket. “Let me at least see that beautiful dress?” Her own Jacket stays tied, for now, easing Beverly into things. Later, layers shed, many more kisses shared, Candy guides Beverly’s hands against her skin, her chest and hip, then lower, letting out a soft noise of pleasure as she presses Beverly’s touch against her. “There now… just trust me, sweet girl.” She’s slower still to touch Beverly, their lips meeting even as she cups and caresses Beverly’s chest, taking her time to slide lower, pressing soft kisses to Beverly’s face when she cries, lips touching each freckle and mark, then slowly pressing kisses across Beverly’s jaw until she’s sure she’s relaxed. The moment of pain flickers, Beverly’s gasp breaking the soft silence and Candy smiles softly, letting their lips meet even as she slowly curls her fingers deeper into Beverly, kissing away tears as she eases Beverly slowly, slowly, into pleasure, her smile soft when Beverly whines softly. “Oh I know Sweetheart, I know, it’s alright, I’ve got you…” It's easier now, Beverly relaxes, trusts her enough to try some touches of her own, eyes blown wide when she feels Candy’s own wet heat, her release following quickly and Candy smiles, coaxing her into taking her time to come down, her own release not so slow in coming, even under Beverly’s shyly uninformed touch. The attempt itself is enough.

[keepsmagnetoaway]

X-Men: The Hidden Years 9 (August 2000)

John Byrne & Tom Palmer

In today's thrilling issue of X-Men, the Fantastic Four go to space!

Gee, I love the X-Men. Pity they do almost nothing in this issue. The widely dispersed X-Men are visited briefly - a page of Iceman, still trapped on a desert island with a mysterious baddie, a page of Candy Southern and Xavier hanging out, refusing to progress their glacial plotline, a page at the end of a Sentinel attacking an unknown young mutant girl as a tease for the next issue - but mostly we're in space with Reed Richards and his planet-sized ego. There are also, to be fair, three X-Men there: Beast, Cyclops and Jean, who mustly just stand around watching the Fantastic Four do stuff, although Kean starts the issue with a crazy little episode of phoenixification.

This is actually quite a cool little tease - Jean's in space and somehow becomes psychically pre-exposed to the disaster in space that will, in her future, lead to her most famous and disastrous plotline. But of course we can't really get into it now so it has to be very quickly shoved aside. All the same, stuff like this is what people should be doing with prequels, taking opportunities to do clever stuff with foreshadowing and timelines. Now could they please do clever stuff with the actual X-Men.

[writerofweird]

Fighting Game Idea: Mashem Manor

@bogleech sharing his ideas for fighting game rosters made me want to do one of my own (and even includes some characters originally created for his 31 Day Horror House Challenge).

In Mashem Manor: No Good Deed, all the stages would be rooms of the same haunted house (living room, library, kitchen etc.) with of course the furniture being used to stymy opponents (you can throw pots and pans in the kitchen, summon a fire demon from the living room fireplace) and all the fighters would represent haunted house/ghost story cliches.

The Story: For decades, the ghosts and ghouls of Mashem Manor have been terrorising and frightening any unlucky mortals who happen upon their humble home. One Halloween, however, almost all the ghosts have grown bored with their way of afterlife and want something new, but every Mashem resident has a different idea of what new thing they and the house should try.

Thus, a tournament is held, with the victor gaining the deed to the house and with it, final say of how the house will be used.

The Fighters:

Sheethappens

Haunted House Cliche: Bedsheet Ghost Reason for Wanting the Deed: To keep things the way they are

If there's anyone in Mashem who loves tradition, it's Sheethappens. He's never tried anything beside wailing and rattling chains, and he's not going to start now! And not only does he rattle those chains, he can wrap them around his opponents and slash at them.

The Skeleton in the Cellar

Haunted House Cliche: Skeleton in the cellar Reason for Wanting the Deed: To open a detective agency

The remains of someone unknown; even he's forgotten who he used to be! He attacks entirely from below; when he punches, a hand comes through the floor. When he kicks, a foot comes through the floor. What's more, he can pull his opponents down in the cellar where he lies, or trap them halfway through the floor itself.

Lady Loathsome

Haunted House Cliche: Woman in white Reason for Wanting the Deed: She simply wants to accomplish something significant so she can move onto the next life

Plays similarly to Sheethappens, except unlike him, she boasts a sonic wail that can send her opponents flying backwards and can momentarily turn invisible.

The Creaky Floorboards

Haunted House Cliche: Creaky floorboards Reason for Wanting the Deed: If he owns the house, he thinks, no-one has any right to complain about his creaking

This character has been a great aid in helping the other ghosts locate victims to scare, but they generally find his creaking annoying, especially now that most have grown weary of scaring. That doesn't stop him from launching parts of his arms at his opponents, and wacking them on the head with his own.

Irene Keane

Haunted House Cliche: Painting with eyes that follow Reason for Wanting the Deed: To make the house as beautiful as her painting

Irene's painting floats in the air, with its corners acting as fists and feet when she needs to punch and kick. Not only can her eyes follow people around the room, they can detach from her face to distract opponents by sticking onto their face or by tripping them up.

Candy Bowl Butler

Haunted House Cliche: Creepy butler/trick or treaters coming across a haunted house Reason for Wanting the Deed: To be his own boss for a change.

Imagine a house so Halloweeny that even the bowl of sweets is alive, granted sentience by the residence’s supernatural power. He acts like that typical sarcastic butler you see in many movies, but said sarcastic nature is not only a coping method but a prominent attack. He can also polish the floor to cause opponents to slip and can throw candy at his enemies, but has to pick it back up quickly or he loses health.

Librarodactyl

Haunted House Cliche: Haunted library where books and book characters come to life Reason for Wanting the Deed: To make the house a large library for anyone to peruse.

Whatever supernatural force pulled Librarodactyl from a palentology book forgot that pteranodons are toothless and can't pick up things. Librarodactyl may be inaccurate, but she wouldn't have things any other way. She can be assisted by other figures from books, but once the characters spring from books, they become pop culture's idea of the books rather than the text itself. Thus she can summon a version of Dracula with no moustache who can be killed by sunlight, and an Ebenezer Scrooge whose only sin is hating Christmas and who mentions visiting the Cratchits on Christmas Day and having two business partners.

Samantha the Silly Squirrel

Haunted House Cliche: Haunted TV/childish thing made creepy Reason for Wanting the Deed: To build a theme park based on her show

Samantha mostly stays in her TV, with it walking around the stage. When she kicks, the TV's legs kick, but when she punches, a giant hand emerges from the screen. Her special attacks include utilising objects she picks up from ad breaks - climbing rocks is easy compared to avoiding her throwing a Knight Hot Dog at you.

Moose Head

Haunted House Cliche: Living hunting trophy Reason for Wanting the Deed: To tear down the house and make the land a wildlife reserve

The Moose Head hops around on his base, still managing to attack opponents with his antlers and butting into them.

Secret unlockable fighters would probably include Patty and/or Lemon Possum from my Weird Writings blog (as they're kind of my "mascots") and maybe one of the fighters from Bogleech's own hypothetical Halloween fighting game (maybe the pumpkin guy).

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

Penny!34, 40, 46 for your weird asks!

(me, saying that to everyone including myself)

Hi, fellow weirdo!! The best thing I've ever done for my mental wellbeing is to reclaim that term 😆 Yep, I'm fucking weird! That's what makes me interesting! Anyway, for your consideration:

(I am doing these out of order and there is a reason for that)

40. Did you have any snacks today?

I am in the middle of eating lunch right now, so I haven't had any snacks yet, but I did nab some Twizzlers from a candy dish that appeared at the work gym on my way out! A perfect after lunch snack!

46. Favorite holiday film?

THIS IS SO HARD. I actually really love Jim Carrey's How the Grinch Stole Christmas, despite it being lambasted lately for being "weird." (Tying this back to the above.... yeah, it's weird. And that's okay. I love it for that.) I also love the Nightmare Before Christmas because I can watch it TWICE, once for Halloween and once for Christmas! It covers the bases of my two favorite holidays!

34. Is there a song that you know every word to by heart?

So many, LJ. So many. Most of these would be Beatles songs, but I'll list a list of random songs off the top of my head I know all the words to by heart. It might be a bit unfair because I literally play some of these on the piano so of COURSE I know, but here:

Teenage Dirtbag (Wheatus)

Somewhere only we know (Keane)

Yöu and I (Lady Gaga)

Torn (Natalie Imbruglia)

If I Ain't Got You (Alicia Keys)

Girl on Fire (Alicia Keys)

Man! I Feel Like a Woman (Shania Twain)

Defying Gravity (both parts plus the dialogue lollllllll)

More show tunes. Many show tunes.

And the following Beatles songs but probably more than this

Hey Jude

Here Comes the Sun

Yesterday

Oh! Darling

Here, there, and Everywhere

Yellow Submarine

In My Life

AND MANY MORE

Imagine (I know this isn't the Beatles but it's John Lennon and it goes here)