#October Horror-Fest

[the-slasher-files]

Hello and welcome to year two of Blood Fest! I am so stoked to be hosting yet another year with all of you, my beautiful death angels. Thank you to everyone who has shared and spread the word about year two, I appreciate you all so much! I will be here, rain or shine, with less turnout or more, I am ready to have a fun time with everyone in my favourite month 🤍🔪

(Just adding in a small intro for everyone new or for old mutuals coming back since the community has shifted a lot, and I know for myself, my writing subjects have changed as well. So, welcome everyone! My name is Bree, I am 24 years old and write for horror and Call of Duty characters. My blog is a safe place for all and so is this writing event, no exceptions. If you'd like to chat or get to know me, never be shy; my DMs and inbox are always open.)

[YEAR ONE MASTERLIST] ——[MY MASTERLIST]

RULES:

Be nice and supportive! If there is any hate towards anyone, I will cancel the event as a whole. Everyone is welcome with any character or OC

Must use the keywords provided

Can use one or all prompts provided weekly. Go wild and mix them if you please

Post your story with the tag SFBF23 so that everyone, including myself, can see them. Also to make sure you will be featured on the Blood Fest 2023 masterlist

There is no limit to creation, go have fun and let your imagination run wild

FOR ARTISTS - Pick one (or more) prompts and one keyword to create your piece, please tag with SFBF23. I cannot wait to see what you come up with!

WEEK ONE

prompts: Fire. Wound(s). Suburbs. Bondage

keywords: Acrid. Malignant

WEEK TWO

prompts: Found Footage. Gore. Corruption. Monster

keywords: Nightmare. Ravenous

WEEK THREE

prompts: Trap(s). Ritual. Threesome. Rage

keywords: Twisted. Fixation

WEEK FOUR

prompts: Mask(s). Vemon. Knife/knives. War

keywords: Enliven. Raw

WEEK FIVE: BONUS

Create a Halloween-themed story or piece of art. You have full control to make whatever you want. OR take the challenge to write/draw for my oc Andrei Kulokova

[depraveddove]

It's time to announce the October writing event!

Danse Macabre: The Dance of Death 2024 Fest!

Starting today: October 1st and ending on November 1st.

In order to participate in the event you DO need to be a member of the Tainted Souls discord server. The prompts for the fest and the A03 collection link are in the server events channel in the server.

To join: https://discord.gg/taintedsouls

Prepare your dresses, your suits or come naked. Upon your arrival you will be given a card. On that card, there will be a list of spooky, horrific and macabre prompts. Please choose one.

Once you have made your choice, your Dance of Death begins. There is 1000 word minimum required for submissions. You may choose any fandom, any ship, any type: Safe for work which means no smut, Normal smut and Dead Dove.

All fics will need to be submitted by 11:59pm on November 1st. You do not need to sign up for this event if you wish to participate, just write the fic and submit. We welcome all members to chat in the channel about the fic, prompts etc.

We can't wait to see everyone's Danse Macabre: The Dance of Death!

[horrororman]

31 Horror Movies for 31 October Nights!

Night 21: Hell Fest (2018).

#horror 🎃

[talkteav]

Scare Tactics Returns!

Friends and family will get the chance to pull the ultimate horror prank when the hidden camera show Scare Tactics returns.

Jordan Peele’s Monkeypaw Productions will reboot the popular 2003 reality series.

[dare-g]

Got my badge for this year's big film fest idek what it'll have yet but aaaaaa I'm excited

[splatteronmywalls]

[smhbackwrdzagain]

Azreal 2024

Well Jesus by golly. Not every cross is an act of Christianity. Care makes you a mother. Cults are a trap, like literally they don't give you an escape. Love will make you go crazy. This film was silent , but deadly.

[angllicjk]

🦇 Halloween Fic Fest 🦇

A collection of horror fics brought to you by yours truly this October. Each will be released weekly till Halloween. I really hope you pretties enjoy! ❤️

𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

Emo Human!Jungkook X Popular Vampire! (fem)Reader

Sorta Dead Dove!

Mid 2000s!/kinda inspired by Jennifer’s Body

Jungkook’s life is pretty mediocre and when he’s not holed up in his room playing horror video games or lying in bed dreaming of the popular girl of his uni, he’s working at the video store and hanging with his only best friend. Yet, one night things drastically change once he unwillingly discovers something about the pretty vixen and his life is about to get a whole lot more interesting now that you're in it.

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫?

Psycho!/Stalker!(Ghostface) Jungkook X Phone Sex Operator! (fem)Reader

Dead Dove!

90s!

There’s this special customer you seem to have and cannot get rid of. With the sexiest voice you’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing during your steamy sessions together and borderline concerning with some of the threatening filth he rasps to you from the other line. Tonight’s session in particular takes a twisted turn that forces you to take your job to the next level and try to survive in your own sweet home.

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Werewolf!(Jock) Jungkook X Girlfriend!(fem)Reader

80s!

On a date with his girlfriend at a Drive-In movie theater watching a scary film. Jungkook was unaware of tonight’s full moon and this date is about to take a turn for the worse. People sure are in for the horror about to take place tonight.

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

Childhood Friend!(psycho) Jungkook X (fem)Reader

Early 2000s!

Spending this summer at your family’s old farmhouse with your friends partying it up and letting loose before the upcoming semester sounds fun. Especially when you reunite with your old childhood friend again and Jungkook can’t believe you're back in town. Now that you’re here, he’s never letting you go again. EVER.

A/N: I’m kinda nervous to get this out, but I’m so excited too. I seriously cannot wait to release each one & see what you guys would think lol. I really hope you all enjoy them soon ❤️

[gladiatorcunt]

- FEARS TO FATHOM | XIV.

i can thrill you more than any ghoul would ever dare try

cw: kinktober prompt (roleplay), fem reader, early criminal minds, background hotch x reader x spencer (age gap, reader and spencer in their early-mid 20’s), knifeplay, degradation, murder fantasies, necrophilia fantasies, snuff films mention, blood play mentions, part of the roleplay is that hotch is your daddy (open to interpretation on the exact meaning), one mention of sadomasochism, knife (handle) fucking, dead dove do not eat, under negotiated kink but hints of you and spencer being secretly disturbed freaks, spencer referred to as ghostface for most of the fic, one face slap, fantasy fulfillment (bc spencer is a soft dom TO ME), off screen recording

please do not repost, translate, or feed this work to ai

kinktober 2024

“Spence, come on, I’m gonna fall asleep by the time you get ready.” You shout at the closed bathroom door, if only to stave off your own nerves and lingering excitement.

The beginning of October was a snooze fest, you, Spencer, and Aaron had so much work, back to back cases that ran longer than anyone thought. Elle couldn’t stop ranting to you, and you to her, about how fucking aggravating things have been. None of you could even afford to make lazy plans for Halloween, the office already minimally decorated with tiny plastic pumpkins and purple-green-orange streamers here and there.

Until the angels granted you mercy, Aaron bargained some time off for the rest of the team in exchange for him spending hours eye level deep in paperwork.

You and Spencer each gave him a brisk but heartfelt thank you kiss before you headed home, to the house owned by a man who wouldn’t be accompanying his partners tonight.

Spencer calls back to you in between awkward bangs of his knees against the wall, shuffling his work clothes off and getting into the costume. “Just a second, you’d think you’d appreciate the lenghts i’m willing to go for you.”

You definitely do when after some more bumbling about he comes out in the ghostface costume, his gangly body in the long black fabric, holding the mask in his hand. Because of course you can’t do a more normal boss and secretary type situation, no, you have to have your boyfriend dress up like a horror movie serial killer, one of your favorites, and act like he’s gonna do the same to you.

You also wanted to see Spencer let go a little bit, be darker in ways your toes curl thinking about, Aaron was the one that bought the costume anyway. You were too shy to do anything beyond mentioning off handedly that it would be hot, and Spencer wanted you to squirm.

“Aaron waited 45 minutes for the employees at Spirit Halloween to find one in the back because they were sold out. The least we do is put it to good use since we’ll be working on the actual day.”

Your cold feet turn freezing, “This is so stupid and weird, we can just lie when he comes back and say we used it-”

Now here you are, breath caught in your chest as you gaze up at the handsome looming figure, Spencer huffs out a laugh at your shyness and flicks the hood up. He puts the mask on and fastens it around his head, now nothing but his gait and his voice signify the man behind the mask being your boyfriend. You can almost see his amused small smile, the knife he swiped from the kitchen block taps a tune along your jawbone, humming a note on every point of contact.

Your eyes flutter shut, setting the scene and dimming the lights, a cold and black gloved hand shoves you back onto the bed, pushing you right into the deep end.

“Please, I- I’ll do anything, I don’t wanna die, sir.” Your voice actually cracks on the tail end of your sentence, putting your all in your amateur-porn-without-a-camera performance.

“Shh.” Ghostface whispers but it’s jagged with long held back arousal, “You’re not going to die yet if you give me something for my trouble. You let me waltz right in just because Daddy’s not home, and now I'm supposed to pass up a pretty little lying whore like you?”

You whimper, “I’m not a whore, I just- He doesn’t have to know, please, I’ll do whatever you want, I swear.”

“Oh so you admit you were lying to him? How do you think he’s gonna feel when he comes home to see his precious baby’s guts spilled all over the bed she wanted her secret boyfriend to fuck her in. You were so giggly when you told me it was his.” He cocks his head to the side, teeth no doubt gleaming white under the mask. “What’s wrong, sugarplum? Not so proud of being a slut anymore?”

“Spread your legs, I have the perfect game in mind. Your pussy can’t lie like your mouth can, and I have just the thing she wants.”

You tremble, letting tears gather in your eyes so you really look afraid for your life. You sink into the mattress, your upper inner thighs glisten with your juices, already wet and he hasn’t thrust his knife inside of you let alone his cock. Your head says you should just lie there and feel the overhead fan blow gently on your exposed pussy but your clit wants to scream at Ghostface to go in blade first.

“See, look.” He taunts, parting your folds with the chilly tip of his knife, “She’s co cute, glistening and puffy, she’d look so good being fucked on the hilt of my knife, don’t you think?”

It’s not quite what you want but you nod, letting your legs go lax so he can get a proper look at your juicy cunt. He hums in approval, the soft sound raises your hackles and causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up.

He slaps the tip of the blade against your clit, and it’s the miracle that you weren’t cut that has you pleading up at him with your eyes. To pretty please at least thrust the hilt in so you can feel like you’re getting stabbed on something, Ghostface tilts his head again, his long body bending to the side, considering giving you what you want.

But wasn’t the point of this whole charade to turn you into a whiny bitch who’d risk her life for a serial killer’s knife, lusting after it possibly more than his actual cock?

“Oh, fine. I guess we’d better be quick if we don’t want your daddy to drop in on us too soon, I'd hate to have to gut him too, baby.” There’s a false hint of concern, you can picture a slight pout under the mask, his fingers tighten around the handle.

You eagerly scramble back on the bed, and Ghostface follows after you. His knees sink into the mattress on either side of your hips, one gloved hand shooting out to steady himself by your head and the other keeping a firm grip on his knife. He makes sure you can always see it, not because you actually need a reminder of the threat your (and your daddy’s by association) life is in, but because it entices you into being good.

Not that he’d mind a brat, but he doesn’t have the time today to break you apart piece by piece. He waves the knife in front of you, dangling a carrot in front of his dumb bunny, and reaches down under his cloak to unbuckle his belt.

“Aw, you perked up as soon as I started fiddling with my belt buckle, huh buttercup? Don’t get too excited, that little heart might burst and we haven’t even been able to watch any scary movies together yet.” Ghostface teases, shuffling back so his pants can fall to the floor.

You weren’t touching yet, but you still whine. His eyes must be crinkling under the mask because he giggles and climbs back up your body to hover above your face. He boops the tip of your nose with his knife, the edge gently scrapes against your chubby cheek and your jawline as he drags it along the contours of your face. Mapping it out so he knows which cuts to make without making you too ugly, as long as your holes can tighten enough to hug something, he doesn’t mind.

“Are you scared? Aw, I hope so, it’s only gonna make you tighter, you might even bleed without me having to give you a single cut.” He laughs when you pout at that, dragging the tip of his blade under your shirt before cutting it off and doing the same to your bra, a lacey thing you may or may not have bought specifically for this occasion. Blood red and now in tatters on your daddy’s bedroom floor, hopefully you can pick it up later before he comes home if you’re still alive.

“Mmh, don’t hurt me, please, I’m doing what you want aren’t I? I’m being good for you, that’s all I want, just wanna be good for you so fuckin’ bad.” You plead, gasping as he cuts away your mini skirt too.

And you do, it’s why you want your boyfriend to let go and carve you up as if all you’re good for is to be a monument to how much you adore him. You love him like this, slipping into the role of a guiltless killer who just might snuff the life out of you no matter how stellar your pussy game is, and you’ll love him afterwards when he needs round 3 (because you want one round with him in your pussy and one in your ass) to be gentle and sweet, his hung skinny boy cock stealing the breath out of you even when his strokes are languid and honey fueled.

“I know you do, I wouldn’t be giving you a chance to live otherwise, you whore. You’re just a sweet girl who got tripped up as soon as it was looking like you were gonna get dick, right? Doesn’t matter what happens after, don’t sweat it, you’re gonna get everything you want.”

You mewl, and your eyes flutter shut as he pushes your clothes off of your body. His knife’s blade shocks you a little when he drags it along your skin, making a path towards your dripping pussy. Your clit throbs in anticipation, Ghostface’s cloak shifts as his shoulders slightly shake from laughter.

“Greedy girl, I'm gonna put it in okay? Feel free to cry and scream all you want, I'd prefer it actually.” Is all the warning you get before he positions the black knife handle in front of your pussy, and starts pushing it in.

You whine at the stretch, and he doesn’t give you any time to adjust beyond that, slamming it in until the blade is just outside your hole. He grunts in pain, wrapping his hand around the sharp edges, his gloves are too thick for his skin to be sliced through, but you notice his cock twitch under his cloak.

You gush around the hilt of the knife, feeling too dizzy to look down at where it disappears into your body. It doesn’t do anything but split you in two, there’s no special spot it hits and the smooth bumpy ridges are too slight to provide any stimulation. It’s the brutality of the act that turns you on, a masked man looming above you as he plunges his knife into you, stabbing you from the inside.

The blade makes itself known every so often, poking your folds, imitations of sharp pecks as Ghostface thrusts the hilt inside your sopping wet pussy. The mess on your daddy’s sheets takes on more fluid, growing into a small puddle, you’re so embarrassed and your heart is beating faster than a hummingbirds as you stare up into the eyes of his mask. Black sinkholes surrounded by bright white, elongated and macabre, you clench around the handle. This could be the last sight you ever see, a ghostly specter getting off on desecrating your body and settling you on fire with your own shame.

You drool at his long fingers, curled so tightly around the blade, he must be in tremendous pain. Your clit jumps, listening for muffled pained groans held behind clenched teeth. It’s not your own suffering that gets you going apparently, this deranged man’s desperation to make you cum from being hurt that he ends up getting off on hurting himself is all you care about. Your daddy would forgive you, you just couldn’t help sniffing after a big soon to be bloody cock, maybe if you’re left alone afterwards he can put you back together. Kiss your wounds and gently guide you through a soft orgasm, a pink frothy ring permanently tied around the base of his cock.

“Is this knife a good enough dildo for you?” Ghostface sneers, he can tell that you’ve started to drift off, getting so caught up in the moment you can’t even be present enough to ride it out. “This pussy’s so tight I can't fit anymore of it in, guess you’ve been a good whore, I’m sorry I can't cut up your insides, carve them up like my special little pumpkin. Round and sweet and so fucking easy to squash into gooey pulp.”

You whimper and rock your hips down, desperate for the blade to somehow slip inside and absolutely mess you up. You want to bleed out around his cock and stare up into the eyes of his mask as you shatter around him, sharing the experience of cumming together while the light leaves your eyes. You don’t even know what he’d do, if he’d pull out right away and leave a sea of blood and other bodily fluids surrounding your corpse, if he’d snap a pic or two before sauntering right out the front door, whistling an old timey love song as he runs through his options for what to watch when he gets home.

Or maybe he’d stay, jostle his softening cock inside of you, softly bouncing your cooling body until it becomes too stiff. If he’d tear up just a little behind the mask and brush the gaping long oval shaped mouth over the lips on your face, your first kiss, only in death. He’d die someday and pull you down to hell so he can tell you his name and do this all over again, kissing the sweat off your philtrum and huffing the sulfur and brimstone from your bush.

“That’s it, clench on my knife handle, I know that’s what you’re after, but you’re still drooling… don’t tell me you want my cock now? We were just getting started…”

“I- I want your cock, so bad please, I wanna cum on it, wanna make you feel so good you’ll come back to finish me off later.” You beg and play with your tits, rolling your nipples in between your fingers so you’ll be even wetter.

You want it to be amazing for him, to be enveloped in so much liquid he’d only have to close his eyes and imagine it was your blood. You hear a groan coming from above you and you smile, “It’ll be so good, you can keep pretending you’ve killed me so we can do this again and again and again and again. I can be your perfect murder victim, a toy that never breaks for good, your cumsock. Please, Mr. Ghostface, we can even make a movie together if you want.”

Amateur porn, snuff, erotic-sleazy-trashy slasher gore porn, cheap horror, you’d do it all.

“God, you really are such a freaking freak. I thought I told you I wouldn't make a decision until I've ruined every one of your holes for anybody else. I guess this can be your audition, you wanna be my little star so bad then you can prove that you can handle what that’s really gonna be like. Gonna rough you up and leave you scraped raw, bully this pussy with my dick and choke you out when it’s time for bed.”

Your clit throbs painfully, and you almost cum on the now uncomfortable chafing material of his knife’s handle when he abruptly yanks it out, leaving your hole hungry and empty. More wetness dribbles out, some of it falling right on the black hilt and into the grooves, staining it in a way, you hope he sniffs it and jerks off while he kills some less lucky girl later.

He drops the knife right by your hip, and you wince as it knicks you. Ghostface braces himself on either side of your head and reaches down to ruck up his cloak, clumsily unbuttoning his pants with one hand and freeing his rock hard cock. You don’t get to marvel at it, to live with the knowledge that you know what the infamous serial killer terrorizing your town’s penis looks like. He doesn’t allow you any prep time now either, you’re not empty for long before he’s impatiently thrusting his bare cock in your puffy pussy.

It makes the most sickening squelch when his balls swing to hit your ass, like an organ you forgot existed just burst.

He gets so excited that he smacks you clean across the face, panting like a rabid dog mounting his prey.

“Fuck, virgins have the best pussies. Does this hurt, my fat fucking dick breaking you down into nothing? You look like you’re gonna cry, baby, it’s okay. You’ll like it soon, or not, this isn’t about what you want anyway, right? This is what you wanted, opening the door for a stranger only to get destroyed by his raw cock in your daddy’s bed.”

You’re still reeling from the slap but you have enough sense to nod, sobbing as his thrusts become harsher, sending you up the bed and spreading the burn of his length forcing itself to fit all throughout your abused body.

The smell of sex is going to take forever to come out, seeping through the walls and into the foundations of the house, an invisible scarlet letter for his future starlet.

Spencer’s phone beeps hours later, once, then twice, then a few more times before it falls silent.

I let you play without me this one time, don’t forget that.

Make sure to bring her room temperature water. Cold water gives her headaches. Two painkillers, not four unless she asks, she gets dizzy otherwise.

Take a shower if you’re feeling up to it, she’ll get fussy if she’s sticky and you’ll get fussy if she’s fussy.

Send me the video, last one on this floor of the bulding by now. Gideon went home an hour ago. I want pictures of you in the costume too.

Love you both, I’ll do my best to be home sometime tomorrow. No cockwarming if she’s too fucked out, just slip a plug in. You know her favorites, don’t get smug if she picks the pink heart shaped one again.

[the-slasher-files]

——SLASHER‐FILES' BLOOD FEST YEAR TWO——

Hello and welcome one and all! I am beyond excited to host the second year of Blood Fest! And I'm even more excited for people to join in, new and old!

Writers and (now) artists alike are invited to join me and fellow creators in my October 5-week event. Bring your favorite OCs, slashers, video game characters, and icons. There is no limit to what fandom or style you bring to the table. Just come join in on the Halloween fun!

Each week, there will be different prompts and keywords for you to write/draw with me and share with each other, being added to one big masterlist showcase... rules, prompts, and more info coming soon!

▪︎ ASKS ALWAYS OPEN FOR QUESTIONS AS WELL

《 A NOTE FOR THE YEAR ONE CREW 》

Hello friends, I just wanted to make this personal note here so everyone could see. Last year, I unfortunately was not in the correct headspace to host such an event and let myself and you guys down on my promises. There was supposed to be a masterlist to showcase everyone's work, so that will be posted on the 15th of September! That includes late submissions as well. Also, I may not do every week again like last year, but I do promise to read everyone's work and react accordingly because I know that I did not do that last time. So, with that all that being said, I welcome you all back to have fun and go a little goofy with whatever fandoms we are now in and create whatever we want with no judgments.

I love you all, and I can't wait to spill the blood 🔪🤍 — BREE

[scarian-smooch-fest]

The Scarian Autumn Smooch Fest 2024 will take place from October 21-October 27!

The theme is Halloween and the prompts are:

Day 1: Magic/Folklore

Day 2: Moonlight/Masks

Day 3: Ghosts/Costumes

Day 4: Vampire/In Disguise

Day 5: Autumn Rain/Falling Leaves

Day 6: Horror Movies/Haunted House

Day 7: Monsters/Dark Side

All prompts are entirely optional! Choose your favorite, combine them, or freestyle something completely different! If it's Scar and Grian kissing, we want it! So get creating for the next month and a half and we can't wait to see what spooky smooching everyone creates!

[aahorrorfest]

Welcome to Ace Attorney Horror Fest 2024!

Welcome, and thank you for participating in this special Halloween mini-event for Ace Attorney Fandom! We’re inviting fans to create all things spooky, scary and judiciary featuring characters from the mainline Ace Attorney Games and/or the Great Ace Attorney Chronicles.

Whether you are an artist, writer or other fan creator, you are invited to submit to our AO3 collection. Works will be highlighted and promoted on the last week of October, but you can submit anytime from September 1 to November 15. There will be a suggested prompt list for each day (in the last week of october) based on different subgenres of horror.

Submit to the collection here: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/AAHorrorFest24.

Frequently Asked Questions

What types of work are allowed for this event?

Written works (ficlet, fic, drabble) and visual art are accepted for this event.

Is there a required length for written works in this collection?

This is a low-stakes (insert vampire joke) event, and we want people to be able to participate even if they are feeling low-energy or don’t have a ton of time to write! Any work will be accepted. Very short, bite-sized drabbles will be just as welcome as sweeping epics! Poems are also welcome.

What topics and themes can I write about?

You can write about any themes, topics, or characters you like, as long as there are some horror themes involved. Genres like horror romance and horror comedy are totally fine, but there should be some evil force/monster/existential threat/killer. An example of a work that’s allowed: Two characters have witty banter while they fight zombies. An example of a work that’s not allowed: Two characters have a normal conversation in a coffee shop. No zombies are present. In general, please make sure you are tagging your works appropriately. However, if there is some reason you want to keep an element of a fic a secret (e.g. not wanting to tag “bad ending” because you want that to be a surprise), you can use the "Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings" tag.

Can my work contain ships?

Yes, content featuring ships is allowed.

Can I submit works anonymously?

Yes!

We have a Discord server for event participants to chat, get to know each other, and share ideas and inspiration. This server is 18+ due to the mature themes inherent to horror. Please reach out if you'd like to join.

[ayeforscotland]

We Harvest Shadows is a strange fusion of genres - A Farming Simulator and a First-Person Horror, and it works super well.

Unlike Stardew Valley where I squeezed every minute of the day out, the moment I completed my tasks I was scared to go back outside.

You can watch it above, and you can check out my October Next Fest Playlist below - Much more to come!

[neitherabaron]

My smokeshow of a boyfriend @lysanderthenerd is performing this play he wrote! It’s folk horror storytelling about knitting, grief and perfection.

On at the Edinburgh Horror Fest, 31st October - 3rd November:

[milliesfishes]

⋆౨ৎFall Fest with Millie! (Flufftober)⋆౨ৎ

Welcome to Fall Fest/Flufftober! Every day of October I will be posting a fall related blurb, fic, or imagine with Billy, Coryo, or Alex from various AUs. This is the masterlist with every link 🫶 Enjoy!

౨ৎDay One: Apple picking with Peacekeeper Coriolanus

౨ৎDay Two: Billy helps witch reader make potions

౨ৎDay Three: Sylph (you are famed as a maneater, a monster. When Billy meets you he finds out the truth)

౨ৎDay Four: Coriolanus watches a horror movie with you

౨ৎDay Five: You and Billy go for a stroll under the full moonlight

౨ৎDay Six: Selcouth (Billy x undead reader)

౨ৎDay Seven: You and Billy dress up your baby girl for her first Halloween

౨ৎDay Eight: Coriolanus takes the night off to bake fall treats with you

౨ৎDay Nine: You tell ghost Billy all about the festivities in town

౨ৎDay Ten: Billy brings home a black cat

౨ৎDay Eleven: Pirate Billy teaches Mermaid Reader about Halloween

౨ৎDay Twelve: You think there's a ghost in the mansion and Coriolanus comforts you

౨ৎDay Thirteen: Coriolanus isn't fond of moths

౨ৎDay Fourteen: You and Billy rake leaves together

౨ৎDay Fifteen: Peacekeeper Coriolanus takes you to a local haunted house

౨ৎDay Sixteen: You're home alone waiting for Alex

౨ৎDay Seventeen: You're scared from a ghost story told around the campfire and Billy comforts you

౨ৎDay Eighteen: You and Alex visit a cemetery

౨ৎDay Nineteen: Peacekeeper Coriolanus and you go to a rowdy party in District Twelve

౨ৎDay Twenty: Billy paints your pregnant belly

౨ৎDay Twenty-One: Tender is the Night (Part Two) (ghost Billy x reader)

౨ৎDay Twenty-Two: Witch Reader introduces Billy to her forest friends

౨ৎDay Twenty-Three: You and Alex go to a Halloween party

౨ৎDay Twenty-Four: Millennium (vampire reader x Billy)

౨ৎDay Twenty-Four Part Two: Alex and you go to a haunted house

౨ৎDay Twenty-Five: You and Peacekeeper Coriolanus get lost in the woods

౨ৎDay Twenty-Six: You and Alex get lost in a corn maze

౨ৎDay Twenty-Seven: You and Alex take a drive through the country to see the leaves

౨ৎDay Twenty-Eight: As Coriolanus' First Lady, it's your job to plan a party

౨ৎDay Twenty-Nine: You steadily become more stressed and Coriolanus becomes more worried as the party planning progresses

౨ৎDay Thirty: The night of yours and Coriolanus' party

౨ৎDay Thirty-One: You're alone on Halloween in the city and Alex comes to see you

Thank you so much to @kellielovesmovies for helping me put this list of prompts together!

[earth4angels]

the streets are correct i will be writing jacaerys as a doctor in a horror twist for october fest! (to my kdrama lovers if there’s any, it’s literally gonna be like the glory)