#Spooky?

[henrygrass]

Tarlos Spooky Fic

High school senior Carlos Reyes grapples with coming out, responsibilities at home, and a growing crush on his classmate TK Strand. When an old diary he found and discarded reappears, he is pulled into reading it, finding solace in the pages.

My Tarlos spooky, Halloween-themed fic is complete! If you are interested, read Shadows Walk the Starless Night on ao3!

[monoruz]

helen :DD

what if i want the distortion to look a lil creepy

and disproportionate

and weird

thats literally the point of the spiral, crazy shiz

oh no i mixed the stranger and the spiral into one

[ace-minnow]

some art for my mlp infection au that im workin on :3

[gabbydagoof]

((REUPLOAD))

AYO ORIN????

[xx-amphibian-puke-xx]

What da Raaz doin?

[melatonindepicts]

"And pray tell, what may that be?" He spoke, tilting his head to rest it in his hand.

(Click for better quality)

Shattered Dream belongs to @galacii-gallery

Dreamtale belongs to @jokublog

(NOTE THAT THE ANATOMY IS REFERENCED.)

[ang31]

🩹🔔🪻

Amelie is done!

🩹🔔🪻

[birdco]

oc art I forgot to post awhile ago

I've kinda/semi abandoned this blog ya'll, I'm sorry

[phoenix-corgi-abomination]

🥚

🐣

[wd2024]

halloween party

The situation was rapidly becoming critical. Five minutes of combing through the Halloween party's disparate crowds, and Will still couldn’t find any hope of conversation. Linn, the only person he actually knew, had seemingly been consumed by the party. His increasingly frantic searching had taken him round both of the house’s floors, twice – save for a bedroom that seemed to be in pretty thorough use. He gave up after walking into an in-use and unlocked bathroom. Leaning on a wall of the house’s packed living room, Will discreetly scanned the room in search of – well, in search of anyone. Friend, acquaintance, vague relation; just anyone would suffice. Anything would be an improvement over being that guy on the edge of the party. Impressively, despite the fact half the town seemed to be here, Will recognised no one. He sheepishly drank from his cup. 

Will began to consider actually trying to talk to a stranger when something caught his eye. Standing in the far corner of the room was an old classmate, who he vaguely recognised. Emphasis being on the old – Will couldn’t have talked to him in under a decade. Still, even the most tenuous connection was a connection, and was strong enough to soothe his neuroses. So, as casually as he could pretend to be, Will set off across the room. He pushed past and snaked around various groups, never once taking his eyes off the halfway-stranger, as if with any break, he would disappear into nothing. He went through a conversation in his head, as if this was his first time talking to another living person and was feeling self-conscious. Finally he emerged from the hot bodies and the wet floor, and emerged into a clearing – it was only Will and what's-his-name. Will opened his mouth to speak, but only sighed as the stranger walked past him, and began talking to a crowd to Will’s left. Will didn’t bother to stop, only leaving out of the living room to the foyer, then continuing out the front door. 

The fresh air was a welcome break from the house’s stuffy and fruity atmosphere. The front garden ahead of him was split in two by a stone path, with one side populated by an assortment of plastic Halloween skeletons, and the other by a couple enjoying each other’s frisky company. Will decided to sit with the skeletons. The warm night was a cold comfort, and the garden’s relative quiet was offset by the music still thumping through the house’s walls. Will checked his phone, and saw his increasingly desperate texts to Linn had gone unread. Weighing up his choices, the thought of calling the whole affair here and getting an early night certainly seemed attractive. It beat sitting in a stranger’s garden, and was certainly more believable than Will making a new friend. Without someone he already knew? No go-between? How would that even work?

Will’s commitment to talking himself out of socialisation was so great, he hadn’t even realised that one such situation was about to be forced upon him: someone was approaching from behind. 

‘What are you meant to be?’ he said.

Will practically jumped. He turned his head to see the man standing behind him. He was towering over the sitting Will, with everything above the belt a shadowy silhouette.

‘I’m not anything – nobody’s wearing costumes.’ Will responded.

The stranger sat beside him, and Will could finally see his face. It was unhealthily pale – sheet white. Fake blood dribbled out of The Stranger’s mouth. All in all, a fairly half-assed portrayal of a vampire.

‘I didn’t know people were wearing costumes,’ Will said, forcing eye contact with The Stranger who was grinning discomfitingly.

‘Neither did I,’ was the response. The Stranger , revealing what must’ve been store-bought fangs.

‘Oh,’ Will responded. He stared at his legs splayed out across the grass and felt anxious. Not just the social anxiety he’d been feeling all night, but a more uncomfortable feeling that was slowly creeping up on him. ‘Do you know Linn? I’m here with Linn.’

‘I know Linn,’ The Stranger replied. Will was at least relieved that he wasn’t the odd one in the conversation, though that was partly offset by the subtle sense of impending doom. This must’ve been an act, Will thought. A purposeful attempt at unsettling some random. 

‘I need to go,’ Will said abruptly. He stood up, and didn’t bother to look at The Stranger as he set off on the stone path. 

Then, suddenly, he felt self-conscious. Had he just misinterpreted the whole conversation? Of course he had. This was Halloween, no? It was all just to spook him, and it was seriously effective. Will internally kicked himself, and stopped on the path. He turned, ready to walk back to The Stranger and apologise for his outrageous behaviour. As he did, though, he caught The Stranger in the corner of his eye. The Stranger had the same off-putting half-smile he’d had all night, and was staring at the back of Will’s head. Will had a terrible gut feeling. The smile was uncanny, rehearsed – a clawing attempt at appearing casual. Will was being told that he shouldn’t turn back. 

He started back down the path before he even turned back towards the gate. In one motion he swung open the gate just enough, and then slipped through it. At a brisk, bordering on jogging pace, he walked down the dark, suburban pavement. The streetlights provided only dim illumination, and the night was incredibly dark. There was no moon that Will could see. He’d come off at a bus stop not too far from here, though how far and in which direction had become victim of his terrible direction skills. With a phone almost totally out of charge, Will halfway-wandered the streets in search of a bus stop. 

The party was a far-off dream. The two hours he spent with Linn and subsequent half-hour he spent wandering the house couldn’t compare with the mostly silent minute or so he’d spent with that Stranger. Every other minute Will looked over his shoulder, sure he could still feel The Stranger’s eyes on the back of his head. Everytime, though, there was only more endless suburban pavement. He consoled himself, rationalised the situation. It was the night; the Halloween spirit got to him, put him on edge. Somebody spooked him? It was the point of the night! Everyone’s entitled to a little scare, Will had just overreacted. He almost started to believe it.

Finally, like a beacon in the night, Will saw the bus stop. Across the road and down a relatively short street was his salvation, to put this whole offputting night to rest. He stood just roadside, and looked left and right. As Will looked right, down the path he’d come, he saw a rapidly approaching silhouette. For only a second he concentrated on it, only to verify what it was. It was a man sprinting towards him. The man was worryingly fast. Will could guess who it was. At a comparatively disappointing speed, Will began to run down the street towards the bus stop. He didn’t think, he couldn’t think; his mind was frozen. It was flight or freeze, and Will flew. Just, not quick enough. The sounds of The Strangers footsteps on the pavement steadily increased, Will didn’t dare turn around. A bus was approaching from down the road. Will didn’t check the neon number on the front, his mind preoccupied with making it to another person at all. The footsteps behind him continued to grow closer and quicker. Will waved his right arm wildly, desperately, trying to signal the bus. The bus was signalling in. Will was within spitting distance. The footsteps thumped in his ears.

He practically ran onto the bus. The pissed-off graveyard shift driver was actually comforting. The driver’s complaints went unnoticed, as Will worriedly looked behind him. There was no one else at the stop. He mechanically handed the driver a handful of spare change, and walked to the back of the bus. He was alone, save for the driver. He surveyed the bus’ exterior from the windows, trying to give the dark shapes and silhouettes any substance. He couldn’t, however. The bus started off down the road. The anxiousness over the fact he had no idea where he was heading had started to creep in, when his phone’s sharp buzz gave him a heart attack.

It was a text from Linn. ‘Srry didn’t see these. U OK?’

Will glanced at the string of desperate texts he’d sent her, ran through a thousand different ways of saying ‘this has been the worst night of my life,’ before he finally responded, rather simply, ‘No.’ 

Next year, Will thought, he'd stay in and watch an old movie. Humanity could survive a night without him, he just didn't know if he could survive a night with Humanity.

[nooooough]

Boo

[teachyouhowtodothesponge]

Somewhat spooky content for the UB Funkeys fandom since it is dying.

[jentrissimo]

Catacombe of Paris.

Barely survived escaping it.

Left regiment behind.

Hid from hordes.

Lost my weapons.

Ran to the barricade.

Slipped through and got to the wagons.

[anadorablekiwi]

You give adulty vibes, so I got a question. Is it safe to sleep with a heating pad? It's about the only thing working for my cramps (I have already exceeded the max dose for midol) so I'm not sure what to do...

Depends on how old your heating pad is, i think, and technically no, but it should be okay? My little sister usually sleeps with a heating pad every night, and in the colder months my mom has one she uses at night (although i think hers is auto shut off after 2 hours?)

Make sure you’re drinking water, too. Or at least something 💙

If your heating pad is too old, its a fire hazard. But if it’s relatively new-ish it should be alright (i prefer technically slightly dangerous sleep over being awake all night with killer cramps, to be perfectly honest.)

If you haven’t yet, you can also take an NSAID like Ibuprofen, as midol doesn’t have any of that. I think you can technically take like 3-4 pills of that. my mom does it regularly (chronic pain/fibromyalgia) and her dad was a doctor so she knows the limits

[majicbeazn]

Heehee