#Cemetery Drive Collection

[page-2-ids]

[ID: A flag with nine horizontal, the middle is twice the height of the others. The colors are lighter at the middle stripes and get darker moving towards the edges. The colors are, from top to bottom, black, maroon, light red, pale red, white, lilac, indigo, navy, and black. END ID]

CemeDrivica|CemeDriveica: A gender related to the MCR song Cemetery Drive

The colors are inspired by my associations with the related song

No Suggested Pronouns

[black-and-yellow]

I was sitting in class today and had a random thought about something,

If Bug!AU Mic is still afraid of bugs, would he be afraid of himself?

Deep questions in the Bug AU. I dunno man it depends why he's scared of them in the first place, but I assume as long as he doesn't think too hard about it he'll probably be OK.

probably.

[romanticandupsetting]

what about reader who secretly wants to disappear?

you're not really even discrete about it and hawks doesn't think you realize how transparent you are. he doesn't say anything but he hates it.

he hates it very much.

you mention before that you like the color red in certain shades and you can't help but stare at people when they wear a shade of red that you like.

but when you look at his wings, you have a very distant look on your eyes.

"i'm jealous..." your words are soft and they drag out.

sometimes hawks wonders if everytime he sees you, he's actually in a dream.

"you must be able to go anywhere with those wings."

he feels displeased. he knows you're just zoning out as you usually do. he's in front of you but he can see how you're looking through him, not at him.

hawks knows that look in your eyes. he sees it when you go on drives as you look at the mountains in the distance, he sees it when you're on the rooftops looking at the sky above you, he sees it when you pass by cemeteries and look at the flowers on the graves.

you don't belong in this world and you know it.

you want to go far, far away.

there was a time when you let him into your apartment and he saw your book collection.

as you slept that night, he reads the title and some prefaces on the back.

all are books related to running away to live in peace.

he hears you groaning and sweating as you sleep and he watches you have a nightmare.

he wonders what kind of nightmares you have when you are the cause of his.

you're a call away for the number two hero, what kind of peace could you ever want more of?

[mercurianchild]

🦇spooky season astro observations part 2🦇

🕸️Mars in the 8th house signals a strong connection to the occult, death, and transformation. People with Mars in the 8th may have an intense drive to uncover hidden truths, and they may be drawn to witchcraft or other forms of shadow work. Their energy can be magnetically dark, with a fearless approach to taboo topics.

🕸️Moon in the 6th house deals with health and routines, and the Moon here can bring a strong connection to emotional healing through ritual. Individuals with this placement may be drawn to herbalism, crystal healing, or other forms of spiritual wellness. Their intuition is heightened when caring for others.

🕸️Scorpio inner planets placements is the ultimate placement for those drawn to the darker, transformative side of life. Sun in Scorpio individuals are often fascinated by death, magic, and the unseen world. They thrive on digging deep into life’s mysteries and may have a natural gift for divination or witchcraft.

🕸️With Capricorn Venus love feels like a haunting echo from the past, bound by ancient karma. You’re drawn to the eerie beauty of time-worn places, old cemeteries, or crumbling ruins. Relationships may feel fated, almost as if you’ve been tied to your lover through lifetimes of karmic debt. There’s a cold, gothic romance in your heart, where love and death are intertwined.

🕸️ Saturn in Aquarius can be a sign of the occult scientist—someone who wants to apply a structured, rational approach to magical or esoteric studies. These individuals might be drawn to astrology, tarot, or numerology, using logic and systems to uncover deeper truths about the universe.

🕸️With Pluto Square Ascendant you radiate a dark, haunting energy that others find unsettling. There’s an aura of death and rebirth around you, as if you’re always walking with ghosts. People sense something powerful and dangerous lurking beneath the surface. It’s as though you’ve been touched by the underworld, and those around you feel compelled—yet afraid—to dive into your depths.

🕸️Neptune sextile Pluto aspect pulls you into the depths of the collective unconscious, where the boundaries between life and death dissolve. Neptune’s ethereal influence combines with Pluto’s underworldly energy, making you a natural channel for spirits or ancestral energies. The occult comes to you not as a study, but as a calling from the depths of the unknown. Here, magic isn’t a practice—it’s a descent into a labyrinth of shadows, where the answers you seek may come from voices long forgotten.

🕸️Moon sextile Pluto is a restless spirit, constantly seeking the unknown. Strange dreams haunt your sleep, filled with symbols and omens. There’s a wildness to your emotional world—Uranus shakes things loose, making room for paranormal experiences and unpredictable psychic flashes. It’s as if your soul is tuned to the frequency of the strange and the uncanny, always ready to hear the whispers from beyond.

🕸️With Venus trine Neptune love becomes a ghostly whisper, something otherworldly and untouchable. Venus trine Neptune connects you to love that feels eternal, as if your heart beats in tune with the spirits of long-lost lovers. You might fall in love with the idea of someone rather than their flesh and blood, forever chasing shadows in the mist. There is beauty here, but it’s veiled, as if you’re dancing with phantoms in a moonlit graveyard.

🕸️ Lilith in the 4th house brings forth ancestral shadows and hidden traumas, making you deeply aware of family secrets and the haunting legacy of those who came before. There’s a sense that your roots are tangled in dark magic, and the walls of your home may hold the spirits of your lineage, forever seeking to communicate their untold stories.

🕸️ With Lilith in the 7th house, relationships become a cauldron of dark magic and transformative energy. Here, individuals may attract partners who challenge them to confront their shadow selves, revealing deep truths and hidden desires. This dynamic often feels like a mystical dance between power and vulnerability.

That’s it for part two. Take what resonates and leave the rest.

Much love🥀 -mercurianchild

[actually-safer-to-kiss]

A Quick Run

Summary: Spencer attempts to exercise with Reader.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 638

When you told Spencer you were thinking about getting into fitness again, he was excited to tag along. Maybe so you’d have an easy opponent. Maybe because he’d take any excuse to spend time with you.

Even if that meant taking a run through a nearby cemetery. He wasn’t afraid of cemeteries or anything. He actually found them quite peaceful. This is especially since besides the comfort they can give to living loved ones, they are largely untouched areas of land that should be used more by the public. No, the issue is that this cemetery is quite… hilly. And Spencer couldn’t oversell his lack of coordination or breath control.

And it’s when he gets out of the car and spots you doing stretches at the beginning of the path that he realizes he made a huge mistake. You’re even jogging in place, eager to get moving. Spencer could not relate less. If anything, his heart is pounding from inevitable embarrassment.

“Ready, go!” You exclaim before taking off. Spencer follows, picking up his arms and legs with every step. He's already winded and the burning wraps his thighs quickly. Meanwhile, you jog like you’re floating on air. Like it’s all-natural to you. Like you actually workout regularly (or at all, unlike him).

He catches your eye as you look back, noticing your pace slowing. “You go ahead!” He shouts, still trying not to look like exhaustion and heat are already bright red on his face. “You’re doing great! Go!” He throws his arm toward the first hill like it’s not about to pop out of its socket any minute.

When you turn around to pick up your pace, your natural pace, Spencer slows down to what could be considered a slight jog or a wounded animal. His lungs become dust in his throat. He looks around at the headstones, some clean and decorated and others barely withstanding time. He wonders if any of them would enjoy a new neighbor. And it’s when you disappear over that first hill that he finds a vacant patch of grass to collapse on top of. He cooks himself in the late spring sun. Every exhale sounds like he’s a cartoon character exaggerating an asthma attack, and the pain makes him question (briefly) if he actually is.

He heaves while lying flat on the short grass, surely sucking down a couple of gnats in his suffering. He shielded his eyes from the sun. Spencer wished he could impress you. Three doctorates and being an FBI agent only mean so much when encouraging someone new in his life to stick around. He thought his drive to put in effort would be enough. He’s not even sure that drive would be enough to even catch up to you.

“Spencer.”

He looks over to the path, seeing you in leggings and a tank along with a graceful layer of sweat causing you to glisten in the sun. If air could have stayed in his lungs he would’ve said something. Maybe an apology or insisting he needed five more minutes. But you were already close, and you held out your hand to help him up.

Spencer swallowed what bit of spit he had collected in his desert of a mouth, then took your hand. You brushed dirt and grass from his sweatshirt. “We can do this another time.” You insisted.

“I’ll be fine.” He somehow says. “I’ll just be a… a pit stop for you.”

You chuckled. “Come on, pretty boy.” You touch his back as you walk toward the car. “We can rest while watching Dr. Who.” You even threw one of Spencer’s arms around your shoulder.

“Actually that sounds good,” Spencer says. “I can do that.” His fingers make contact with the skin on your arm, and he thinks that this might’ve been worth it.

[lovebugism]

🕸   — FICTOBER: THE MASTERLIST —   🕸

here you will find the entire collection of fictober drabbles, from oldest to newest, organized by character and theme. thanks for spending the spooky season with me lovies! until the next one...

EDDIE MUNSON —   ; 🦇

🕸 eddie buys shy!reader a couples costume (18+ ish)

🕸 eddie and his sleepy gf have a movie night with the gang

🕸 eddie tells jason to leave you alone

🕸 eddie's ditzy gf is excited about their cemetery date

🕸 eddie calms your nerves before a presentation

🕸 eddie realizes his shy gf hates horror movies

🕸 rockstar!eddie gets high and makes a confession (18+)

🕸 a day in the life of you and eddie post-vecna

🕸 virgin!eddie takes care of you on your period

🕸 eddie tells you what he wants to try in bed (18+)

🕸 you obsess over virgin!eddie's new flannel

🕸 eddie gets grumpy with his shy!gf

🕸 rockstar!eddie gets jealous at a bar

🕸 eddie and his ditzy!gf can't agree on a costume

🕸 eddie takes his gf to a drive-in (18+)

🕸 you suck eddie off in a haunted house (18+)

🕸 you tell eddie you want to make your relationship public

🕸 eddie protects his shy bff from her own imagination

🕸 you and eddie are friends with benefits

STEVE HARRINGTON —   ; 📼

🕸 steve holds your hands even though they're freezing

🕸 steve (accidentally) snaps at ditzy!reader

🕸 steve takes shy!reader to a haunted house

🕸 steve comforts shy!reader after a bad day

🕸 steve and punchy have a movie night (ft. eddie spaghetti)

🕸 steve and punchy babysit the kids for an afternoon

🕸 steve meets shy!reader at a bookstore

🕸 steve's ditzy gf makes him a blanket

🕸 steve and punchy spend an early autumn morning together

🕸 steve's shy gf makes him a mixtape

🕸 steve and you come up with a couples costume

🕸 steve runs into his ex after a fight with her boyfriend

🕸 modern!office steve has a quickie with you in the bathroom (18+)

🕸 modern!office steve runs into you outside of work

🕸 steve and you get too drunk and jim comes to save you

🕸 steve takes shy!reader to the city mall

[bunnyscryptarchived]

how i envision jason todd in my head + fics i write for him

*.⊹˚🖤 ‧₊˚

starting off with looks; it depends on which version of him i’m thinking of. comic!jason: i fluctuate between these face claims. i like the michal mrazik face claim and use him for my college!footballer!jason au. in my mind jason has a hooked nose (those nose shapes are so beautiful and i love them)plus a scar on his cheek + neck

his hair: black with a white streak. keeps it short but grows it out & usually just wears it down but will tie it back sometimes.

body type: strong arms with a lil pudgy tummy . my baby is thick okay! he’s 6’4!!

jason has a lot! of tattoos. all over his abdomen and chest. an almost full sleeve. one i’ll mention is the taif rose near his heart with a ribbon that says “ummi jaan” dedicated to talia (my favourite one). his tattoos dedicated to you.

his style: very much so contemporary faunlet vibes. lots of reds and blacks. green too. he’s very simple laid back. sweatshirts and sweaters. boxy 90s cut leather jackets. jean jackets. skinny jeans and cargo pants. black or grey sweatpants on lazy fays. likes muscle tees and graphic tees. wears a lot of rings and a couple necklaces (a simple chain & cord necklaces). will throw on a random hat from time to time. wears simple shoes: doc marten boots.

bonus: drives a matte black yamaha yzf-r3 sports bike. speaks arabic and urdu. his favourite hobbies include collecting knives, listening to music (he’s a metal head), thrifting, fixing cars and motorcycles, long drives, gift giving as a love language, horror movies and action movies (the kingsman movies in specific), cemetery dates, gun ranges, reading, eating, kissing, hand kisses, cuddling, giving back love bites, getting tattoos, playing sports, acoustic guitar, going to shows, hanging out with duke, baking, sunsets, writing, and many many more.. <3

[prettygirlgerard]

Gerard wrapped

You collected 21,908 Instagram live screenshots this year! Nice job!

Your top crying song was The World Is Ugly!

You experienced 674 moments of weakness where you mumbled “in the face of extermination say fuck you.”

You bore witness to a whopping 5,621 upskirt shots in March alone!

Your most watched video was My Chemical Romance - Cemetery Drive (acapella) - Brisbane 14/3/23

You’re no stranger to Tumblr hashtags, but this year your favorites were #outta the way gay boy im about to get it and #i miss my wife!

You developed 3 new fetishes!

You revolutionized the world of real-person fan fiction a whopping 1 time! Let’s shoot for another screenplay next year!

You planned to get matching tattoos with 12 mutuals!

You remained unemployed for the entirety of the MCR Swarm tour! Talk about dedication!

[pumpkinprincess22]

Was driving past a cemetery earlier and it got me thinking about death customs in MCD (as one does).

Followers of the Matron are traditionally buried, the graves are marked with headstones bearing crosses or the matrons symbol (for more about the use of a cross in the matron’s religion see a post I haven’t made yet but will link when I do)

Followers of the Wanderer are not buried as the worshippers are often travellers. Death customs vary. In Meteli which is a static Wanderer worshipping community the dead are given to the swamp as a ‘return to nature’ (credit to @kurithedweeb for that one among others on the MCDBB discord server). For travellers who have access to water the dead are given ship burials. If not they are burned on a pyre and the ashes scattered around the oldest tree in the area.

Followers of the Keeper are generally cremated, as they are primarily concentrated in Gal’Ruk where the ground is frozen and can’t be used for burial. Each person keeps a diary or journal throughout their lives which are added to the community archive upon their death as a record of their life.

Followers of the Fury are given grand funeral processions, culminating in a pyre where they are cremated. The ashes are collected and forged into a ceremonial weapon which is gifted to the next of kin. These family heirlooms are often then presented to the next child on their thirteenth birthday to symbolise coming of age.

Followers of the Protector are cremated and their ashes are interred in family tombs. Many will have their armour and/or shield reforged into an urn to hold their ashes.

Followers of the Destroyer are rare but not unheard of. Their dead are treated with the utmost care. Wounds are treated, bodies preserved, everything that can be done to ready the body should Shad choose them for his army. The bodies are then placed in an elaborate mass tomb.

Guards have their own rituals and traditions, these are something that young guard trainees learn among their many lessons at the guard academy or else are taught by their head guard. When a guard dies, regardless of whether they fell in battle or died of other causes, the cape they wore in life (part of standard guard uniforms in most villages in Ru’aun) is stitched into a burial shroud. It is traditional for the head guard to conduct a short ceremony where they ask for a volunteer to present the body with the shroud, usually the guard’s apprentice or next of kin, the head guard will then perform a short blessing of the Protector. After these rituals are performed the body will be treated according to the rights of whichever religion the guard followed.

[helpimstuckposting]

The Category System in TMA

I want to preface by saying this isn’t my theory but I cannot for the life of me find the original post, if anyone knows what post I’m talking about please PLEASE tell me, it’s driving me insane

The theory I saw (a while ago, maybe around episode 10?) proposed that categories 1, 2, and 3 all represent nouns. Person (1), Place (2), and Thing (3)

I’m genuinely shocked this hasn’t gained more traction because I’ve yet to disprove this and every single episode just keeps working with this theory, so I wanted to list out every episode as further proof

Episode 1

CAT1RBC5257-12052022-09012024 Reanimation (Partial) -/- Regret [Email]

CAT23RAB2155-10042022-09012024 Transformation (eyes) -/- Trespass [chat log]

Cat1 (person) - reanimated corpse, though I think the focus is more about the person they paid to bring their husband back, which implies there some mystery guy out there with this ability

Cat23 (place, thing) - the magnus institute, and the box with runes that red canary stole

Episode 2

CAT3RBC1567-23092022-18012024 Transformation (full) -/- dysmorphic [video call]

Cat3 (thing) - the tattoo from ink5oul is the main focus, though other ink5oul episodes are focused on them and use cat1 (which has confused people, but this theory explains that imo)

Episode 3

CAT2C8175-03042009-22012024 Infection (full body) -/- arboreal [journal entry]

Cat2 (place) - the garden is what started changing the man making the statement (also seemed to exist as its own entity outside the regular flow of time)

Episode 4

CAT3C7494-19111831-29012024 Collection (blood) -/- musical [letter]

Cat3 (thing) - the violin (the power of the violin still remains even if the object itself changes hands, which means the power lies with the violin and not the people controlling it)

Episode 5

CAT2RB2377-10012023-05022024 Disappearance (undetermined) -/- Invitation [internet blog]

Cat2 (place) - the movie theater (or wherever the movie itself is being played, I assume the statement giver did not make it out of that location)

Episode 6

CAT1RB4824-09022024-12022024 Injury (needles) -/- intimidation [999 call]

Cat1 (person) - Needles

Episode 7

CAT2RC3338-03022016-12022024 Agglomeration (miscellany) -/- congregation [email]

Cat2 (place) - Hilltop Center, Oxford (By episode 20, Oxford has been mentioned multiple times, which is why I think the location is significant here)

Episode 8

CAT2RBC3366-12072023-28022024 Architecture (liminal) -/- hunger [coursework]

Cat2 (place) - the liminal space of Forton Service Station

Episode 9

CAT3RB3354-14101998-08032024 Dice (bone) --/-- fate [Magnus Statement]

Cat3 (thing) - the dice (again, the power of the dice remains the same, even when the dice themselves change hands)

Episode 10

CAT1RB2275-06082021-09032024 Mascot (kids) -/- murder [TV interview]

Cat1 (person) - Mr Bonzo, Nigel Dickerson

Episode 11

CAT23RC5246-06012020-11032024 Tattoo (corpse) -/- compulsion [email exchange]

Cat23 (place, thing) - Padstow civil cemetery, tattoo (the reason I believe this isn't a Cat1 despite it being ink5oul is because we know from episode 20 that the tattoos themselves had special powers, regardless of ink5oul and that ink5oul only started getting their powers after they continuously used the pre-existing designs - this is new information that imo further confirms this theory rather than debunking it)

Episode 12

CAT1RB4728-09032024-13032024 Mascot (kids) -/- frenzy [insurance claim]

Cat1 (person) - Mr Bonzo

Episode 13

CAT3RB4622-17092023-14032024 Gambling (application) -/- self-destruction [voicemail]

Cat3 (thing) - the Zorrotrade investment app

Episode 14

CAT1RB4426-01081995-15032024 Transformation (snake) -/- horde

Cat1 (person) - shop keeper that burst into snakes (the investigator describes no other infestation, and only mentions one hole and one possible squirrel, while the shopkeeper causes all other chaos. We also know that the shopkeeper was being considered by the Magnus Institute before being rejected, like Sam, making this shopkeeper a relatively important person)

Episode 15

CAT1RB6451-22062023-22032024 Hunt (aristocratic) -/- compulsion

Cat1 (person) - Lady Mowbray

Episode 16

CAT1RB1565-30102023-25032024 Tattoo (influencer) -/- cardiac

Cat1 (person) - ink5oul (this one was specifically about ink5oul, rather than the main focus being the tattoo itself)

Episode 17

CAT2RC1147-30111997-04042024 Doppelganger (interdimensional) -/- murder

Cat2 (place) - this one people keep focusing on categorizing the doppelganger, but I think the key focus of the episode is actually the Magnus Institute – Oxford Outreach Centre (another instance of Oxford, another connection to Ep7)

Episode 18

CAT1RC2374-20032024-10042024 Memory (derelict) -/- compulsion

Cat1 (person) - Violet Parker, talking corpse; [ERROR]

Episode 19

CAT13RBC1137-21031684-11042024 Transformation (canine) -/- growth (Crystalline)

Cat13 (person, thing) - Isaac Newton, Diana’s Tree

Episode 20

CAT1RAB2534-12042024-12042024 Transformation (tattoo) -/- Social Media (influencer)

Cat1 (person) - ink5oul (very clearly, this episode is about ink5oul and not about any of their tattoos, though they were in the middle of tattooing a corpse. I think the tattoo is irrelevant to this incident, which is why it's only a 1 and not a 13)

Episode 21

CAT2RBC4254-04011998-12042024 Architecture (landmark) -/- corruption (entropy)

Cat2 (place) - Millennium Dome (also happens to be The Magnus Institute, but I think the main focus is obviously the dome)

I think the *only* one that could be argued as not really fitting is MAGP5 - since you could argue the movie is a thing, and it’s not really the theater as the place, but compared to the odds of other theories that have way more holes this one is so spot on imo

This is the theory I’ve been comparing the categories to every single episode and I haven’t found anything to significantly disprove it, so I just wanted to highlight it one more time in case others haven’t seen it!

[away-at-late-dawn]

What Halloween Activities Each Slasher Likes

Summary: It's that time of year again, and the slashers are celebrating All Hallow's Eve! What's something that they enjoy doing for the holiday (besides killing)?

Characters: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, The Sawyer Family, Ghostface, The Sinclair Brothers, Carrie White, and Brahms Heelshire

A/N: halloween is gonna be in a few days irl, and i was inspired enough to make headcanons for the occasion! hope you enjoy!

☆*.🎃•.° (turn the page)

Michael: Trick-or-Treating!

like many writers here, i also think he has a sweet tooth

and since he's the one who gets the holiday name for his movies, i think he'd be a fan of one of its most popular pastimes

seeing as he's over 21 now, he can't exactly trick-or-treat like he did at 6 years old, so he has to get creative. luckily, he doesn't have much difficulty in breaking people's windows. or stealing candy. guess it's tricks and treats for this guy (hehehe)

even without trick-or-treating, he gets to drive around the neighborhood and see the decorations. he's got a mental tier list of which household has the best taste in decor

his preferred candy can change randomly, though this year so far it's been whoppers.

Jason: Campfire Stories!

as the mosquitoes die down and the moon glows a pale yellow, jason likes to do spooky-themed activities to get in the halloween spirit, especially camping activities! some of them are fine with a single participant, but scary stories definitely need an audience, preferably besides his mother.

the unexplainable noises in the woods, the (maternal) forces from the great beyond, the unending anguish of the undead? he could easily figure out a story in just a few short minutes, kudos to his many, many personal experiences.

he's heard about the 100 ghost stories thing from japan and it sounds fun! lighting 100 candles and buying 100 candle holders sounds tedious, though, so just a campfire for now. it's already crackling atmospherically.

now, where to find people that his mother wouldn’t want him to kill…

The Sawyer Family: House Decorating!

it's not exactly the same as other families’ decorations (for one, they're completely free), but with some spare bones and some imagination, you can easily make your yard into a spooky cemetery. there's even a good collection of skulls and pelvises in a couple boxes in the attic!

nubbins suggested they use some extra skin to really “creepify” the exterior of the house, but they've been running out of leather, so maybe they'll do it next year.

after a long day of decorating the yard, the family made some nice brisket sandwiches with some eyeballs on the side to halloweenify it. it was very cute.

now, the family thinks as the thermometer reads 90°F, if only the weather would actually feel like fall…

Ghostface: Scary Movies! Or maybe egging houses

if they ask people what their favorite scary movie is, then they gotta have a good grasp of what movies there are

though streaming is fine, physical media is king. you can't really beat the aesthetic satisfaction of owning an entire shelf of vintage cassette tapes.

not gonna lie, they could arguably make quite a few high-quality video essays with what they know, and then they could use their shelf as their backdrop…

anyhow, they usually watch them based on date of release, that way they can really immerse themselves in the cultural context that each film came in. movies are cool like that

if they're feeling mischievous though, they often like to go about town and just absolutely ruin people's windows with raw eggs, just being a silly nuisance. then they can go back and continue watching hellraiser 4! no, they are not having a good time watching it

The Sinclair Brothers: Costumes!

it feels so much more festive when you get to dress up a whole town in halloween-y costumes! and bonus points for getting to coordinate all of them, too.

the plan is for everyone to dress up like victorian goth vampires, and the work ain't so bad, so far. the brothers are going through lace like crazy, though.

admittedly it does make the town seem more suspicious and almost uncanny or culty, but hey… sometimes you have to let loose and have fun

and if they manage to get a few more figures made in time, they could even be used in lots of holiday-themed setups, too! that way the town really feels alive (and convincing)

Carrie: Fall Sweets

her upbringing is extremely strict, so sadly she doesn't do much for halloween

but when she goes out for a walk in the town, she loves to check what pastries are at the windows and what budget baked goods are at the supermarket.

there's this lovely pie shop that shows off its freshest pumpkin pies every morning. they sell out quick!

but this morning, it wasn't quick enough for carrie to not get herself a slice. now she gets to sit at the window seat and catch up on her studies :D

Brahms: Pumpkin Carving!

very convenient for a man who has to live inside his house's walls. he won't have to go out of the house to do it (thank you grocery boy), and he can easily carve into the pumpkin when nobody's looking!

it was a bit hard figuring out what the design should be, but after some consideration brahms decided to try and carve out the face of his doll.

partway through he started regretting that decision… sculpting is so much harder than it looks. and then having to do it at night? why did he decide to do this, again?

but the morning he finished carving and returned to the walls in the kitchen, he overheard his caretaker talking to “him.” “Brahms, this is amazing!” and when he came back to look, the caretaker had carefully put a candle in it, illuminating his work.

he is now very happy with the design :)

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[ID: A flag with nine vertical stripes, all the same size. The colors are lighter at the middle and get darker moving towards the edges. The colors are, from left to right, black, blue-gray, washed-out lilac, pastel pink, white, pastel blue, washed-out blue, purple-gray, and black. END ID]

CemeDrivemourtica: An Amourtus gender related to the MCR song Cemetary Drive

The colors are inspired by my associations with the related song, as well as the Amourtus flag

No Suggested Pronouns

[my-darling-dove]

ok so i have a concept for a monster series where the reader just basically collects monsters and they all live with her (this is entirely self indulgent so it’s gonna be stupid)

so basically: monsters/creatures x witch!reader

so like reader’s grandmother dies and reader inherits her mansion in the middle of the woods

it’s a huge old mansion that was passed down through the family from the reader’s mom’s side

the mansion is pretty isolated from the rest of the town, on a hill which makes everyone scared of that house, it’s got a greenhouse that pretty much lets the reader save them from having to go to town for every week for groceries, and a family cemetery in the back (because i can and it gives an opportunity for ghosts to help reader get in touch with their witchy side)

speaking of witch, reader’s grandma was a witch but their mom basically disowned herself from her family because she hated it, and forbade the reader from interacting with that side of the family

so now the grandma is dead and basically left everything to the reader

reader drives in and meets different people like a hallmark movie, but with monsters (even though reader doesn’t know it yet)

so reader moves to the mansion, not knowing their grandmother made friends with basically every single creature she could

they’ve got a pack of werewolves that help protect the area, and other monsters that i don’t want give away just yet.

what i want to happen is basically the reader is gonna take over the witchy stuff for her grandma and be really cool and OP because power is fun to write

there isn’t gonna be any sort of realism to the magic i’m gonna write so don’t question anything because i won’t have any answers jndjaksnajdn

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 7 / 31 * BACK IN TOWN 」

April 13, 1989, 23:51

1646 Riverside Drive

Marty had barely registered the walk in the evening air, his body functioning on autopilot to lead him to his second home, the place he thinks he could navigate to in his sleep. At this hour, not even the birds are awake, and Marty feels the stake of loneliness drive deeper and deeper into his very soul.

Doc should be here, he thinks as he steals the key from its usual hiding spot under the mat. This is where he’d greet me and ask what happened that brought me all the way out here at this hour.

The rhythmic ticking of Doc’s clocks is the only thing that greets him now.

The door screams into the darkness as it swings open and Marty makes a mental note to oil those hinges the next time he comes around. The old garage feels hollow without Doc’s larger-than-life presence filling it and his shoulders sag as he trudges to the couch, plopping himself down on it with a sigh that ages him twelve years.

His home feels like a prison. Jennifer’s asleep by now. He needed somewhere—anywhere—to be and before all this, before this new and improved timeline with a family that pays too much attention and smiles and laughs together so much it’s still a little unsettling, he would come here to escape from the world.

Even without Doc here, he still finds himself doing that. 

Maybe one day he’ll come back.

I’ve got a million and one things to tell you, Doc. I wish you were here.

I hope you’re doing okay back there.

He’d checked religiously that first month after coming home for another tombstone popping up in Boot Hill Cemetery, his heart leaping into his throat every time he walked from one to the next, terrified that everything he did was for nothing—that in the end, Doc was fated to die and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it now.

November came and went, the names on the tombstones never changed, and after that, Marty had allowed himself to check less and less frequently, limiting his visits to once a week, then once every two weeks until there had been only one visit per month.

Doc was still alive and well and Marty breathed a little easier, finding some small comfort in that fact. At least he wasn’t alone. Clara was back there with him, sharing in the moments of Doc’s life that Marty couldn’t be there for.

All he has left are ghosts of his best friend frozen here in time in this garage, collecting dust.

The time machine plans are safe, even if they’re all but useless now. He’d picked up a thing or two from Doc over the years in the sciences, enough to where he could keep up until he started speaking a second language, diving into fourth-dimensional mechanics that admittedly made his head spin. Three dimensions he understood fine. Four, however, made things confusing—it turned everything on its head, leaving him floundering to try and keep up.

The space-time continuum.

N-dimensional space.

What isn’t yet will be and what is never was.

Sometimes, he thinks about laying out every one of Doc’s meticulously kept notes across every available square inch of his room and burning the formulas into his eyes until something finally clicks into place, allowing him to recreate his best friend’s genius.  

Doc had wanted the time machine destroyed—Doc made sure the time machine was destroyed, stranding Marty in a reality without him—but if he stares long and hard enough, he could do it, he could reconstruct it, he could get Doc back—

Sometimes, he wants to throw the entire box into a blazing fire and watch until time crumples before his very eyes, reduced to nothing more than dust and a dream. Time-travel fixed his life. Time-travel had thrown him to hell and back, threatened his existence, warped his entire perception of the world, leaving him a stranger in a strange land he’s only still learning how to navigate, and now it had stolen his best friend from him and ensured that Marty would never see him again.

Tonight is one of those nights where he curses time-travel, where the reality of his and Doc’s situation hit harder than normal, throwing him into a dark cavern he bloodies his hands trying to crawl out of.

“I wish I’d never invented that infernal time machine. It’s caused nothing but disaster.”

—Me too, Doc. Then at least you’d still be here.

April 14, 1989, 01:31

The sound of a mechanical scream rouses Marty from his unintentional slumber with a start and the adrenaline now coursing through his veins makes quick work of any lingering sleep in his eyes and mind. He squints under the lights and grabs for the first thing within reach—a broken piece of pipe Doc had been using for one of his old experiments—preparing himself for the worst.

“Stay back, whoever you are! I’m warning you!”

An all-too-familiar shriek roots Marty where he stands.

“D—” The word catches in his throat and Marty runs through every prayer he knows that he’s not imagining this. “Doc? Is that you?”

Doc recovers in the blink of an eye, turning to face Marty with a bright grin on his face. “Marty! I didn’t think you’d be here—what are you doing here a—you know what, never mind that for now. I’m so happy to see you, Marty. It’s been so long.”

The pipe tumbles out of Marty’s stunned hands and he rubs at his eyes, half-convinced the illusion will disappear right before his eyes and break his heart all over again. Doc is still there, blurred slightly at the edges, and Marty lunges forward, grabbing his best friend in a back-breaking hug.

“Doc, I can’t b—how are you here? I thought I’d never see you again.”

Doc returns the hug with more strength than Marty remembers him having and he grunts slightly, wishing the moment to stretch an eternity to make up for the last four years.

After a beat, Doc breaks the hug, holding him at arm’s length with his hands firmly pressed on his shoulders. Marty knows that look; it’s that same conspiratorial you won’t believe what I’m about to tell you look Doc wore that night at the mall when he’d unveiled the DeLorean.

“We’re moving back to the Twentieth Century. I’m here to check on a few things.”

His breath catches. “You’re—that’s great, Doc, that’s—you mean it? You’re really coming back?”

“That’s right. We’ve still got several things to sort out, but once everything is taken care of, we’ll be moving here. We’ve come to the decision that it’s too potentially dangerous to stay in the Nineteenth Century for the rest of our lives.”

“Wait a minute, Doc—who is we?”

[sweet-roulette]

In which Kotoko visits Riki’s grave to fill him in on news. (Feat. Alternative Ending written by @9024kickthedrum!)

The moonlight bathed the cemetery in a soft, ghostly glow as Kotoko wandered through the gravestones. Her footsteps were slow and deliberate, her heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words. The chill in the air was biting, but she hardly noticed it. Her fingers tightened around the small bouquet of flowers she had brought—Riki’s favorite.

“こんなこと、まじでバカみたい…” Kotoko muttered under her breath, shaking her head.

(“This is seriously so stupid…”)

Still, her feet didn’t stop. As much as she hated to admit it, talking to her brother’s grave had become something of a ritual for her. Something about it felt grounding, even though it left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Finally, she reached his gravestone. She stared at the carved name for a moment before kneeling down, her hands trembling as she placed the flowers at the base.

“よ、リキ。”

(“Hey, Riki.”)

Kotoko sat down, leaning back against the cold stone, her legs stretched out in front of her as if she was settling in for a long conversation. She let out a long breath, watching it disappear into the night air.

“どうやって始めればいいか、毎回わからなくなる。” she admitted with a sigh, her eyes tracing the moon’s glow.

(“I never know how to start these things.”)

She fiddled with the hem of her jacket for a moment, collecting her thoughts. “さて、最近...私はポートマフィアに参加しました。”

(“Well, recently… I joined the Port Mafia.”)

She paused, her lips curving into a faint smirk. “中原先生が『最近少し成長したな』って言ってくれた。まあ、あいつなりの褒め言葉なんだろう。”

(“Chuuya-san said I’ve ‘grown a bit recently.’ I guess that’s his way of complimenting me.”)

Kotoko chuckled to herself, remembering the way Chuuya had folded his arms and nodded in reluctant approval. It was the closest thing to praise she ever got from him.

“先生が、あなたと私がよく似てるって言うのは…やっぱりなんか嫌な感じだよ。” she murmured, her voice softer. “あなたは完璧だったからね。”

(“Hearing him say you and I are alike… it makes me feel weird. You were always perfect, you know?”)

Her words were tinged with the old ache of loss, the kind that never quite fades, no matter how much time passes. She bit her lip, her eyes lingering on the gravestone.

“でも、なんだろう…” she hesitated, her voice catching for a second. “私、頑張ってる。リキがいなくなっても。”

(“But… I’m trying. Even without you here, I’m trying.”)

The night felt heavier, pressing down on her shoulders, as if the moon itself was listening in on the conversation.

“And…” she sighed, closing her eyes for a moment, remembering the little English she knew. “Shinyu.” Kotoko practically spat the name, her expression twisting with frustration.

“彼は、本当に最悪。”

(“He’s the worst.”)

She leaned her head back against the gravestone, a humorless smile tugging at her lips. “あなたが会ったら、絶対あいつのこと笑うよ。毎回私をイライラさせるんだから。”

(“If you met him, you’d laugh. He drives me crazy every time.”)

“彼は…ギャンブルの天才だって。” Kotoko scoffed, folding her arms. “でもそれだけじゃない。あいつの顔見るだけでむかつくんだよ。ねずみみたいなやつ。”

(“He’s a gambling genius, allegedly. But that’s not even the worst part. Just looking at him makes me mad. He’s like a rat.”)

She let out a frustrated breath, her fingers tugging at the strands of her hair. “なんで私があいつと組む必要があるのか、まだ理解できないけど…”

(“I still don’t understand why I have to be partnered with him, but…”)

Kotoko trailed off, her voice softening. “もしかしたら、あのバカとも少しずつうまくやっていけるようになってきたかも。”

(“Maybe… just maybe, I’m starting to get along with that idiot. A little.”)

She hated admitting it, even to Riki’s gravestone, but she couldn’t deny it anymore. Despite their constant fighting, despite Shinyu’s ability to get under her skin, there was something almost… comfortable about their partnership.

“でも、リキがいたら、あいつに二度と近づけさせないけどね。” she muttered with a smirk, imagining her brother’s protective nature kicking in.

(“But if you were here, you’d never let him near me, would you?”)

Silence fell over them again, the kind that only the dead and the moon understood. Kotoko swallowed, her voice wavering slightly as she spoke once more.

“リキ、私、ちゃんとできてるかな…？” she asked quietly, staring at the flowers she had brought.

(“Riki… am I doing alright?”)

There was no answer. There never would be. But in the stillness of the night, with the moon hanging heavy in the sky, Kotoko felt a little lighter.

“あなたがここにいてくれたらな…” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

(“I wish you were here.”)

She tilted her head back, leaning against the gravestone, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “お兄ちゃん…誇りに思ってくれてるといいな。”

(“Riki… I hope you’re proud of me.”)

For a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of movement in the shadows, a sign from the other side. But it was probably just the wind, brushing through the trees. Still, Kotoko smiled faintly, her fingers brushing the cold stone one last time.

“じゃあ、またね。” she said softly, rising to her feet.

(“Well, see you later.”)

The moonlight followed her as she turned to leave, and Kotoko felt a little less alone under the night sky.

ALTERNATE ENDING BELOW (it starts as she leaves)

The moon hung high and bright in the clear night sky as Kotoko walked away from Riki's grave, her heart heavy with grief. The chill of the evening air surrounded her, but it couldn’t freeze the emotions that swirled inside. 

As she rounded a corner near the park, she spotted Shinyu leaning against a lamppost, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "コトコ、待って！" he called out, pushing off the pole as she approached.  

"Kotoko, wait!"

She barely glanced at him, the frustration bubbling beneath her skin. "また公園で会うって言っただけでしょ？" she shot back, her tone sharper than intended.  

"I just said we’d meet at the park, right?"

Shinyu frowned, trying to gauge her mood. "でも、今日の夜は…俺、心配してたんだ。"  

"But tonight… I was worried about you."

Kotoko sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair. "もういいの。今日は話したくないの。"  

"I’m done. I don’t want to talk today."

"リキのことで？" he pressed gently, concern etched on his face.  

"About Riki?"

"そうだよ。" she snapped, halting in her tracks. "リキが今日亡くなったの。だから、あなたのことを考える余裕なんてないの。"  

"Yeah. Riki died today. So I don’t have the energy to deal with your bullshit.”

Shinyu stepped closer, his voice steady despite the tension. "俺だって気持ちを分かってるつもりだよ。少しでも助けになりたいんだ。" He switched to English. “That’s what partners do, right?”

"I’m trying to understand how you feel. I want to help, even a little."

She shook her head, her eyes flashing with anger and sadness. "助けるって何？私が泣いたり、弱音を吐いたりするのを聞きたいの？"  

"Help? What does that even mean? Do you want to hear me cry or whine about it?"

"違うよ！" Shinyu retorted, his voice rising. "ただ、俺は…俺はお前のことが心配なんだ。"  

"No! I just… I care about you." (holy fuck -🪶)

Kotoko's expression softened for a moment, but the walls she had built around herself were too high. "私のことなんて心配しないで。明日でも会えばいい。"  

"Don’t worry about me. We can meet tomorrow or something."

With that, she turned on her heel, moving to walk away again. But Shinyu caught her arm, gently but firmly. "お願い、コトコ。今日だけは少しだけ話してくれないか？"  

"Please, Kotoko. Just talk to me a little today?"

His grip was light, but it sent a jolt through her, a reminder of the connection they shared. "何を話せばいいの？私の兄が死んだことを？ 彼は6フィート下にいて、二度と戻ってこないこと?"  

"What should I talk about? That my brother died? That he’s 6feet under and never coming back?”

"そうだ、話してくれ。" he urged, his eyes sincere. "その気持ちを話せば、少しは楽になるかもしれない。"  

"Yes, talk about it. Maybe it’ll help a little."

She hesitated, the weight of his words settling over her. Part of her wanted to spill everything, to let the pain out, but another part screamed to keep it all locked away. He wouldn’t understand. Rich gambler who probably doesn’t even know what it feels like.

"…リキがいなくなって、すごく寂しい。" she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.  

"I feel so lonely without Riki."

Shinyu released her arm, sensing a shift in her. "その気持ち、すごくわかるよ。俺も孤独だと思う時がある。あなたは一人ではありません。あなたには私がいます。そしてチュウヤ。そしてレイ。"  

"I understand that feeling. I feel lonely sometimes too. But You’re not alone. You have me. And Chuuya. And Rei."

Kotoko looked away, her heart racing.

"でも、コトコがいると��は特別なんだ。" he replied softly, stepping closer again. "君のことを考えてしまう。"  

"But when you’re around, it’s different. it’s not lonely. I think about you."

His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken feelings. Kotoko felt her defenses start to crumble, the crack in her tough exterior widening.

"私は…自分がどうなってしまうのか、わからない。" she admitted, her voice shaking slightly.  

"I don’t know what’s going to happen to me."

She paused. Then decided she would try a longer English sentence.

“What.. if I.. disa..point him?”

Shinyu's gaze softened, understanding her fear. He responded in English. Her accent was nice. Broken, but it was cute.

(Fuck chat I’m tweaking. -🪶)

"I think it’ll get easier together. At least you’re not alone."

For a moment, they stood in silence, the moon illuminating their faces as they shared a connection that felt more profound than before. Kotoko finally let out a shaky breath, her heart open just a fraction.

"明日、また会おう。" she said softly, a hint of vulnerability breaking through.  

"Let’s meet again tomorrow."

"それでいいよ。" Shinyu smiled, relief washing over him. "待ってるから。"  

"That’s fine. I’ll be waiting."

As Kotoko turned to leave, she glanced back at him one last time, the moonlight casting a soft glow around them. For the first time in a while, she felt a flicker of hope amid the sorrow.

"おやすみ、シンユ。"  

"Goodnight, Shinyu."

"おやすみ、コトコちゃん。" he replied, watching her walk away, feeling a renewed sense of determination to be there for her, no matter what it took.

“Goodnight, Kotoko-chan.”

Arcturus’s notes: If that wasn’t a fucking confession I don’t know what is. Anyways, no they aren’t dating, they probably won’t ever be.

Onion’s notes: ME AND WHO???? AUGH. ANYWAYS TAGS!!

@city-of-c0rpses

@foxboyroadkill

@happy--prince

@paintedgrilledcheese

[ineffablenlghtingales]

Okay, so with episode 3, we get some more backstory of Aziraphale and Crowley in Scotland (and get some of David's natural and maybe a bit exaggerated accent, but I'm not complaining. I loved it).

I died, I absolutely died when Crowley imbibed that laudanum. Not even kidding. 🤣😂

It starts with Gabriel holding a mug (his mug apparently) Muriel unexpectedly appears on Aziraphale’s doorstep and does a not very good job at pretending to be human (not her fault though, her first time on earth). But she's so ridiculously cute! I like her. Also, the exchange between her and the ineffable husbands. I can't.

Muriel *tries hard to be a human inspector constable* Crowley: Oh? You were transferred from another human settlement? Which one? Muriel: ... Crowley *grinning*: First time here on earth? *Thinking to himself* Definitely an angel, that one. Aziraphale: *so done*

She’s sunshine and sweetness personified, with solid comedic timing. Crowley pulls Azi aside and they talk about what's going on.

Then, we have Crowley planning to bring Nina and Maggie together, while Aziraphale is still hellbent on driving Crowley’s Bentley to Edinburgh to pursue his “clue.” Crowley is still reluctant to give him the keys.

Then, back to 1827 Edinburgh. Crowley and Aziraphale meet Elspeth digging up a grave. Crowley is of course, amused, while Aziraphale explains why grave robbing is wrong.

Azi, in the present day, drives the Bentley to Edinburgh and I love how irritated Crowley gets at him when 1) he drives under the speed limit bc the demon can sense when the car's under said speed limit, 2) Aziraphale changed the color of the vehicle from black to yellow and 3) "Are those travel sweets?" Crowley is not pleased.

Back at the bookshop, Gabriel is trying to figure out gravity. Crowley (gawd I love him) can't remember the why of gravity and I really enjoy how he comes down the stairs with a neat pile of books only to toss them in a haphazard mess (shame on you, bad demon, take care of those books! Why do you even both carrying them down if you're going to just throw them like that? 🤣)

Back in 1827, Crowley and Azi meet Mr. Dalrymple and learn more about his night work. Aziraphale, in the present time pretends to be a journalist and enters The Resurrectionists, the pub Maggie talked about. He learns about the records in the jukebox turning into the song "Everyday". Then he shows a picture of Gabriel to the pub owner, and the latter just so happens to recognize it.

Aziraphale notices the sign of the pub and sees Mr. Dalrymple depicted there, with a butcher's knife. He remembers.

Back in 1827, Aziraphale changes tactics and supports Elspeth. Elspeth gets her friend Wee Morag to help them, promising that one body (which she intends to give to Dalrymple) can get them off the streets. In the cemetery, Crowley and Azi notice guns that, set off by trip wire, go off.

Wee Morag accidentally sets on off, gets shot and dies. After some time, Elspeth decides to take Wee Morag’s body to Mr. Dalrymple for payment.

Dalrymple, however, doesn't give Elspeth very much for the remains bc Azi did some work with hastening the corruption, didn't Before they leave, Elspeth swipes a bottle of laudanum from his collection and returns to the crypt to drink the laudanum so she can be with Wee Morag. Aziraphale and Crowley try to talk her out of it. Crowley ingests the laudanum himself, which has a peculiar effect on him. (This was one of my favorite parts). "No. More. Dying. Enough dying. NO. MORE. DYING. NO MORE DYING. " Then, he shrinks, growls at Aziraphale and roars. He makes all these weird noises (I bet David had a good time doing this part, seriously. Crowley's just out of his mind here haha). Then Crowley gets very big and booms at Elspeth, "You have sinned very bigly....be good. Not pretend-y good but properly good!"

Unfortunately, as the demon and angel are leaving the scene, Crowley’s pulled through the ground to Hell, presumably to be punished.

In the present day, we see Azi in the cemetery in Edinburgh. He asks two men if he can use a phone and calls Crowley to reveal he’s in the cemetery and currently staring at the statue of Gabriel. He also tells Crowley that Mr. Dalrymple left Edinburgh in disgrace in the 1800s, killed himself and got a pub named after him. Aziraphale tells Crowley what he learned at the pub about Gabriel’s visit there. Then the pun. Holy hell, the pun. Crowley says he has to go because of the "awning of a new age" excuse me, sir. I love puns, so I appreciated that.

Then, then another of my favorite bits, Crowley brings on a rainstorm to try to get them to have their moment. Maggie tries to apologize for the other night when they were stuck in the coffee shop together. Crowley, I love him, have I said? He's hilarious. "Come on, rain proper. Hard." He makes it rain harder, hoping they seek shelter under an awning. They do, but then the awning breaks, dumping water on their heads.

Crowley finds Shax outside as she transforms into different people to remain incognito, and he's not impressed. I love he doesn't give a shit and just doesn't let her in. Also, we see how protective he is of his angel okay.

Next episode's recap ➵