#The Haunted House: The Secret of the Ghost Ball

[daily-purple-character]

day 221!

gaeun lee! (shinbi apartment)

[sillyjadie]

My first fan art of Hari and Kanglim!! I love Shinbi Apartment!! I hope I can watch the other seasons and movies soon with an eng sub or dub!! (∩´∀`∩)*゜anyways, hello Shinbi fandom!!

Thank you to my Esp Teacher!! For letting us use our gadgets!! Because of that I was able to draw Hari!! ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ

[puppyfoxlupi]

FOX Kids revival!!

Here's Me and Lupi's idea for Saturday & Sunday morning to early evening FOX Kids revival on FOX (plus NEW FOX Kids app). First up are some Japanese shows. This includes English dubs of the latest Ultraman and Mask Rider (Kamen Rider) shows and Old and new Digimon shows and movies. Next are the Koreans. This includes Classic OG Tobot (season 1,2,3,and 4, Athlon spinoff and Daedo's Heroes sequel) by Retrobot, Tobot Galaxy Detectives (reboot by Studio Button), and Shinbi's House(Haunted House). The ones from China will be Alpha Group's Infinity Nado generations 3, V, and 6. Now for LEGO of Denmark. This shall include Ninjago, its sequel, Dragons Rising, the game show LEGO Masters, and Dreamzzz. And Finally FOX Children's ORIGINALS from Bento Box Entertainment. And YES, it'll include a Lupi Frankenfox series(Charlie Adler is his voice actor).It might include reboots like one of FOX's Peter Pan and children's Bob's Burgers and Simpsons spinoffs. And the latest Power Rangers adaptation And there you have it. A perfect revival for FOX Kids.

[pearlprincess02]

dating & dates (scorpio version)

scorpio: (scorpio venus/mars/5th house/7th house)

dating someone with scorpio venus, mars, 5th house, and 7th house placements means stepping into a connection that is deep, intense, and transformative. they are not interested in surface-level interactions; they crave passion, emotional depth, and a sense of fated connection. they value loyalty and trust above all else, and once they let someone in, they expect the same level of commitment in return. mystery, power dynamics, and an almost magnetic attraction define their approach to love and relationships. they have a tendency to test their partners, whether consciously or unconsciously, to ensure they are truly devoted. while they may be private about their emotions at first, when they trust their partner, they offer a love that is unmatched in intensity and devotion. scorpio venus loves deeply, passionately, and exclusively. they crave a soulmate connection, and their love is all-consuming. they need a partner who can handle emotional depth and intensity without fear. scorpio mars approaches passion with raw, unfiltered energy. they are dominant, seductive, and irresistibly magnetic, drawn to power plays and an almost primal level of attraction. they love a challenge and need a partner who can match their fire. scorpio 5th house finds joy in dark romance, mystery, and experiences that feel transformative. they are drawn to activities that have an element of secrecy, danger, or emotional depth, and they are naturally creative in expressing their desires. scorpio 7th house seeks a relationship that is deeply committed and unbreakable. they are not interested in casual flings; they want a partner who is as devoted as they are, willing to face the highs and lows of love with absolute loyalty.

date night ideas

a steamy, private getaway at a luxurious hotel, trying out a sensual couples’ massage/spa night, dressing up & attending a masquerade ball, spending the evening in a private hot tub/sauna (scorpio venus, scorpio mars) late-night stargazing in a secluded location, exploring an underground speakeasy/secret bar, watching a psychological thriller/horror movie together, attending a dark, moody art exhibit/gallery opening, learning about astrology, tarot, & mysticism together, going to a rooftop bar with a breathtaking night view, taking a photography session with a dramatic, moody theme, daring each other to reveal deep secrets over a game of truth or dare, taking a partner to a secret, hidden restaurant/lounge (scorpio venus, scorpio 5th house) deep, intimate conversations over candlelit drinks, going to a jazz club with dim lighting & sultry vibes, going on a midnight drive with deep conversations, writing secret love letters & exchanging them (scorpio venus, scorpio 7th house) visiting a haunted house/ghost tour, exploring a historic cemetery/gothic landmark, doing a locked-room mystery/escape room challenge (scorpio mars, scorpio 5th house)

over 18+ spicy bonus 🔞

scorpio: (scorpio mars/cupido/eros/lust/amor)

someone with scorpio mars, cupido, eros, lust, and amor possesses an intense, hypnotic, and deeply passionate approach to intimacy. they don’t just engage physically—they consume, transform, and leave a lasting imprint on their partners. power dynamics, control, and emotional depth are major themes in their bedroom preferences, and they thrive in experiences that feel raw, primal, and almost otherworldly. they have a naturally dominant aura but are also drawn to surrendering when the right partner earns their trust. seduction is a game they excel at, with an unmatched ability to build tension until it becomes unbearable. emotional and psychological stimulation is just as important as physical pleasure—without a profound connection, the experience feels meaningless to them. scorpio mars is an unstoppable force in the bedroom—intense, dominant, and passionate. they exude raw sexual energy, often taking control and setting the pace. every encounter is deep, powerful, and unforgettable. scorpio cupido thrives on seduction, teasing, and the thrill of the chase. they love the tension of prolonged desire and revel in making their partner completely obsessed before fully giving in. scorpio eros is drawn to intensity and depth, preferring experiences that feel fated, almost spiritual. they seek complete emotional and physical merging, where nothing exists outside of the connection. scorpio lust craves taboo, secrecy, and the edge of danger. they are drawn to experiences that push boundaries, whether psychological, physical, or both, and they love knowing they have complete control over their partner’s pleasure. scorpio amor blends passion with deep devotion, using intimacy as a way to claim and bond with their partner on an unbreakable level. they need to feel emotionally entangled to truly let go.

kinks you might have

power play (dominance & submission, control dynamics), mind games & psychological teasing, using their voice to seduce (deep whispers, commands, guided pleasure), voyeuristic/exhibitionist experiences (being watched or watching), being blindfolded & bound while their partner takes full control (scorpio mars, scorpio cupido, scorpio lust) sensory deprivation (blindfolds, earplugs, heightened sensations), pain & pleasure intertwined (biting, scratching, light impact play), playing with temperature (ice, wax, heated touch contrast), taboo experiences that feel dangerous/forbidden (scorpio mars, scorpio eros, scorpio lust) intense eye contact & silent communication during intimacy, exploring deep emotional surrender (trust exercises, restraint with vulnerability), worshiping their partner’s body with intense focus, total submission/surrender to an equally strong partner (scorpio mars, scorpio eros, scorpio amor) passionate, aggressive, take-charge encounters that leave a lasting impression (scorpio mars, scorpio lust) possessive passion (marking, claiming, leaving reminders of their presence), the feeling of complete obsession & emotional possession (scorpio mars, scorpio lust, scorpio amor) slow, torturous teasing before release (scorpio cupido, scorpio eros, scorpio lust) extended foreplay to build unbearable tension, exploring deep secrets & confessions during intimacy (scorpio cupido, scorpio eros, scorpio amor) dark, moody aesthetics & a sensual atmosphere (candles, shadows, silk, lace) (scorpio eros, scorpio lust, scorpio amor)

all observations are done by me !!! @pearlprincess02

main masterlist

[theplotmage]

Murder Mystery, Occult, Paranormal & Fantasy Prompt Ideas for Writers

1. The Cursed Amulet - A wealthy collector is found dead after acquiring a cursed amulet. The protagonist must uncover the artifact’s dark history to solve the murder.

2. Blood Moon Ritual - During a blood moon, a prominent figure is sacrificed in a forbidden ritual. The investigator discovers a cult trying to summon an ancient deity.

3. Witch’s Grimoire - A renowned witch is murdered, and her grimoire is stolen. The book contains spells powerful enough to alter reality.

4. Haunted Manor - Guests at a secluded manor start dying mysteriously. It’s said the house is haunted by vengeful spirits from a tragic past.

5. Necromancer’s Revenge - A necromancer brings people back from the dead to seek revenge on those who wronged him, resulting in a string of murders.

6. Sorcerer’s Apprentice - An apprentice sorcerer is killed during a magical experiment gone wrong. The protagonist must navigate a web of magical deceit to find the killer.

7. Alchemical Poison - A series of deaths caused by an untraceable poison leads to an alchemist who’s using forbidden knowledge.

8. The Phantom Assassin - A shadowy figure with supernatural abilities is killing off members of a secret society.

9. Demon Pact - A series of murders mimic those described in an ancient text about summoning a demon. The protagonist suspects a pact with dark forces.

10. Arcane Library - A librarian is found dead in a magical library where books can come to life. The books themselves hold clues to the murder.

11. Midnight Masquerade - At a masquerade ball, a guest is killed, and the murder is linked to an ancient ritual involving the masks.

12. Sacred Relic - A sacred relic is stolen, and those connected to its theft are being murdered by a guardian spirit.

13. Time-Worn Curse - An old curse reawakens, killing the descendants of the original cursed family. The investigator must break the curse to stop the murders.

14. Vampire’s Thrall - Murders in a town coincide with the arrival of a charismatic stranger who may be a vampire seeking revenge.

15. Elemental Fury - A mage controlling elemental forces is killing people who wronged him in the past. Each murder is committed using a different element.

16. Runic Inscription - Victims are found with runic inscriptions burned into their skin, leading the protagonist to an ancient prophecy.

17. Ghost Ship - A ship thought lost at sea reappears, its crew murdered. The investigator discovers the ship’s cursed history.

18. Puppet Master - An enchanted puppet is killing those who mistreated its creator, a deceased toymaker.

19. Celestial Alignment - Murders align with celestial events, suggesting a ritualistic pattern. The protagonist races against time to prevent the next murder.

20. Shadow Realm - Victims are being dragged into a parallel shadow realm, their bodies found drained of life.

21. Enchanted Forest - People who enter a forbidden forest are found dead, their bodies entwined with enchanted vines.

22. Murderous Djinn - A djinn, bound to an artifact, is killing people who come into possession of it.

23. Spellbound Love - A love potion gone wrong leads to obsessive love and murder.

24. Seer’s Vision - A seer predicts their own murder and enlists the protagonist to prevent it, but the future seems immutable.

25. Ritual Dagger - A dagger used in ancient sacrifices is rediscovered, and each person who touches it is killed.

26. Charmed Life - A person with a charm for eternal life starts aging rapidly and dies under mysterious circumstances.

27. Mystic Tattoo - A tattoo artist’s clients are being murdered, their tattoos turning into deadly curses.

28. Dragon’s Curse - A dragon’s curse starts killing those who stole from its hoard.

29. Mirror of Truth - An enchanted mirror reveals the darkest secrets of those who look into it, leading to a series of murders.

30. Ghostly Whisperer - A medium is killed by a spirit they summoned, who continues to haunt and kill.

31. Warding Sigil - A town’s protective sigil is broken, unleashing vengeful spirits on the townspeople.

32. Sorcerer’s Duel - A duel between powerful sorcerers results in one’s death, but the victor’s life is now in danger.

33. Forbidden Love - Star-crossed lovers from rival magical factions lead to a series of revenge killings.

34. Haunted Heirloom - An heirloom brings death to the family that inherits it, linked to an ancestor’s dark pact.

35. Shapeshifter’s Hunt - A shapeshifter is targeting a specific group, blending in seamlessly until the protagonist uncovers their true nature.

36. Arcane Academy - A student at a magical academy is killed during a spell-casting exam, and the murder is linked to a dark secret of the school.

37. Spectral Assassin - An assassin’s ghost seeks revenge on those who betrayed him in life.

38. Illusionist’s Game - An illusionist’s final trick results in real deaths, with magic and deception intertwining.

39. Golem Rampage - A golem goes on a killing spree, and the investigator must find its creator to stop it.

40. Philosopher’s Stone - A hunt for the philosopher’s stone leads to deadly competition and betrayal.

41. Mystic Caravan - A traveling caravan brings death wherever it goes, linked to an ancient curse.

42. Sealed Tomb - An ancient tomb is opened, releasing a vengeful spirit that begins killing those responsible.

43. Moonlit Beast - A werewolf’s attacks coincide with the full moon, but this werewolf is being controlled by someone with dark intentions.

44. Soul Harvest - Victims are found with their souls extracted, leading to a dark sorcerer seeking immortality.

45. Witch Hunt - A series of witch trials results in the wrongful deaths of innocents, whose spirits now seek vengeance.

46. Crystal Prophecy - A prophecy within a crystal ball foretells murders, but the seer is manipulating events to fulfill it.

47. Enchanted Theater - Actors in a theater troupe start dying in ways that mimic their cursed roles.

48. Dark Covenant - A secret society’s members are being killed off one by one, linked to a broken blood pact.

49. Doppelganger’s Curse - Victims are replaced by malevolent doppelgangers who are committing murders in their place.

50. Forgotten Sanctuary - An ancient sanctuary is disturbed, releasing an entity that begins killing those who desecrated it.

[theladyofbloodshed]

Hello!! I've seen your post about having a lot of prompts already but I needed to get this thought out of my head and I love your fics so... (tw for rape and pregnancy) idk if the timeline of acotar even works for this idea but imagine if nesta didn't get away from Tomas and when feyre and the ic come to nesta and Elain, Nesta's pregnant and showing. She refused to marry Tomas or anyone even if it would save her reputation. I'm just thinking of how it would change the mood of the ic meeting her for the first time. and also obvs change canon afterwards in some form.

Okay you brought me out of fic retirement with this idea, so thank you!

I went a slightly different route of Nesta already having a baby when they meet. 5000k words below the cut.

MAMA NESTA

An adolescence of poverty meant that Nesta found nothing odd in a missed cycle. By the second month of its absence, she found her hand drawn to her abdomen in abject fear. The thought of a child there – his child – repulsed her. On the third month, there was no denying the fact that she was with child although Nesta did in fact deny it. She deluded herself every morning as she dressed that if she did not think about it then it would not grow roots. It was the monster the corner of her vision that she refused to look at.

With Feyre’s brief return, the house was in chaos. Father’s insistence to throw a ball meant Nesta had frequent excuses to go into town to try and find an apothecary that might remove her problem. Asking for such a thing was impossible though when they lived in such a small place. Word would travel. And if Nesta claimed it was not for her then who else? Elain? Both of their reputations would be in tatters. She couldn't do that to her sister.

When her youngest sister returned to the land of faeries, Nesta could disguise her unwelcomed morning sickness as nerves for her wayward sibling’s wellbeing. And when her gowns grew tight around her stomach, she borrowed Elain’s floatier ones despite the ghastly colours, claiming the summer heat was stifling.

By September, Nesta could no longer hide her changing body from her family. The servants kept silent, likely due to a hefty purse from Father. He, of course, made no secret of his displeasure. She had removed herself from the trading table and due to her silence, she could not be hurriedly married off with a poor, unsuspecting man to raise the child as his own. How dare she ruin her value. Elain had fears for her engagement to Graysen – as though Nesta’s scandal would rub off on her. Plans were made to hurry their marriage despite the protests from his mother that Elain was a pretty girl but not good enough for her only son.

Books, which had always been a steadfast companion in her life, became her only comfort. It was claimed that Nesta had gone to visit a lost relative over the autumn and winter to give a reason for her absence from society. She remained indoors, haunting the top floor of the home like a ghost. The winter was bitter enough to not miss the outside air, but Nesta missed her sister. Elain withdrew from her, scared that a baby might grow in her own womb from contact with Nesta. So, books were her only company day by day.

Father had made arrangements. A healer who lived almost four hours away had been brought to the home in preparation for the birth. In his village, there was a couple who were unable to have their own children. She was glad for it. Nesta was not the mothering sort. Her own mother and grandmother had proved that the Archerons were not maternal. It would be a condemnation for both of them to remain together. The baby would return with the healer and Nesta could rejoin society in the spring with her dignity still intact. The pool for marriage would be somewhat diminished, but what did Nesta care? She never wanted a man to touch her again. If she spent her life as an old spinster, it would not be a life wasted.  

But when that bitterly cold night in January came and Nesta heard the boy cry for the first time, her heart shattered. She demanded the healer place her son in her arms. When Nesta brought him to her chest and his crying ebbed, she wept. He was perfect. From the crop of dark hair on his head to his ten tiny toes, he was perfect.

He was hers.

Only hers.

Father had been furious. Elain had wept too – not for the boy, but for what it could mean for her engagement to Graysen.

Nesta did not care an ounce. Not when her son was the most precious gift the world could give her.

***

The manor house was grand – as grand as mortal architecture could be. A navy roof swallowed the last of the weak light as the sun set early on the cold March evening. The curtains in the home were drawn with only thin cracks of light seeping out from the edges of the window panes. It paled in comparison to the spiralling towers of the Dawn Court or the homes of the Summer Court that looked as if they were carved from a shell. Not that Cassian would know anymore. After three centuries, there was still a public declaration in the Summer Court that he was a banned entity. It had been a mark of pride that he was the first to earn that title; now, however, it stung.

‘Stop tapping,’ Azriel murmured.

Cassian refrained from rolling his eyes. He was nervous. Rhys was nervous. Feyre was nervous. Azriel was calm and collected, as always. Even being beyond the wall, shielded amongst a thin copse of trees, couldn’t rock Azriel’s steady disposition.

Feyre had insisted that her sister would be able to chase away their household staff, claiming that Elain could convince anyone to do anything. Certainly, Feyre spoke of her middle sister with fondness. She spoke of her sweetness, her gentleness despite their hard upbringing. Indeed, a handful of them had left early, but it was still a waiting game.

‘I hate the mortal lands,’ grumbled Rhys.

‘You needed a place to meet the queens,’ Feyre reminded him. ‘This is the best place.’

‘I’m not entirely sure I want to meet your eldest sister.’

Nesta.

The selfish princess who’d sat idly by while Feyre hunted for them. The sister who’d been prepared to sit at home and preen while Feyre risked her life day after day. If Rhys managed to leash his rage then he’d be impressed. It would likely become a battle ground. When it came to Feyre, they all loved her, all wished they could change the life she’d been given – but for Rhys, it was more. It was difficult not to feel jealous over their mating bond. Although Feyre didn’t realise it yet, she would accept. Why wouldn’t she? He was lucky to call Rhys a brother. Feyre and him would share a beautiful life.

One of the curtains was pulled back and a face peered out as the last of the staff dribbled out of the front door. That was their cue then.

The two sisters welcomed them in a lounge. Welcomed being a generous word. Elain, with her darker hair and pale pink gown, tried to hide her trembling legs and agog eyes. The elder, Nesta, stood ramrod straight as though carved from ice. Her eyes darted frequently towards another doorway as though wanting to bolt, but she remained standing there. There were shadows beneath her eyes, but Cassian doubted she lost any sleep over Feyre.

‘These are my sisters, Nesta and Elain,’ Feyre introduced. ‘This is Rhysand, the high lord of the Night Court.’ Rhys gave a curt bow of the head. ‘And these two are Cassian and Azriel, Illyrians and part of the Night Court.’

‘Thank you for your hospitality and generosity,’ said Rhysand. He tried to smile but there was a strain to it. Elain tried to return it, but also failed.

‘The cook left dinner on the table. We should eat before it goes cold,’ said Nesta. Without waiting for any of them to agree, she strode off through the door behind them towards a cherry wood table where she stood at the head. A claim on her dominance, he supposed. This was her house, her den. Well, if she wanted to play, Cassian would meet her.

Elain took the seat to her sister’s left and trembled like a lamb in it. Feyre took the one on Nesta’s right so they filed in around the sides. The chairs weren’t built for wings. It was a struggle to fold them and try to fit so Cassian ended up perching on an inch of chair while his wings took up the majority of the space.

A spread had been put on, with poached salmon and dill and lemon, whipped potatoes, roast chicken with beets and turnips, a casserole with egg, game mate, and leeks. The three males dug in, used to slop in Illyria. The human food wasn’t bad – but it wasn’t good either. It was dry and lacking the flavours that magic brought with it. Feyre struggled to contain her displeasure.

‘Is there something wrong with our food?’ Nesta’s flat voice cut through the silence.

Feyre forced another mouthful down, gulping loudly. ‘No.’

‘So you can’t eat normal food anymore – or are you too good for it?’

A question and a challenge.

Rhys lay his fork down, ready to spring to Feyre’s defence.

‘I can eat, drink, fuck, and fight just as well as I did before. Better, even.’

Nesta gave a low laugh then stabbed her fork through a potato. Azriel was shifting in his seat, weighing up the opposition. Cassian was trying to hold back his laughter.

Rhys leaned forwards in his seat. ‘If you ever come to Prythian, you will discover why your food tastes so different.’

And this mortal – this insignificant mortal – looked down her nose at a damn high lord. ‘I have little interest in ever setting foot in your land, so I’ll have to take your word on it.’

‘Nesta, please,’ murmured Elain.

Who the fuck did she think she was? Rhys was the most powerful high lord in history. Feyre had saved all of their asses Under the Mountain and paid for it with her life.

He couldn’t stop himself from sneering at her. He knew the type. She thought herself better than all of them because she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

Her attention shifted to him. Steely grey eyes pinned him. ‘What are you looking at?’

Brows raised in disbelief, he said, ‘Someone who let her youngest sister risk her life every day in the woods while she did nothing. Someone who let a fourteen-year-old child go out into that forest, so close to the wall.’ He shook his head with disgust. ‘Your sister died – died to save my people. She is willing to do so again to protect you from war. So don’t expect me to sit here with my mouth shut while you sneer at her for a choice she did not get to make – and insult my people in the process.’

The sister didn’t bat an eyelash as she studied him then she turned away, dismissing him entirely because he’d always be a bottom-rung Illyrian bastard to people like her.

Elain swallowed as she looked to him. ‘It… It is very hard, you understand, to accept it.’ The ring on her finger was made of iron. It was a declaration that their kind was not welcome. ‘We are raised this way. We hear stories-’

Her words were cut off by the sudden cry of a baby.

Nesta turned bone white.

Cassian could feel the sudden drumming of her heart, the race of it – the fear.

For a few drawn-out seconds, nobody moved an inch as the baby’s cry rang out throughout the house. Then, with a clatter, Nesta’s chair hit the floor and she rushed from the room.

Her steps hurried up the stairs while they remained in a terse silence.

Elain had turned the colour of a beetroot.

‘A baby,’ Feyre whispered, looking accusingly at her sister.

‘I… I… We don’t speak of him really,’ she stammered out.

‘A baby,’ repeated Feyre. ‘Nesta’s? How old?’

He could feel the heat radiating from Elain’s cheeks.

‘Seven weeks. It’s a… It’s a disaster, Feyre. Father arranged for a healer all the way from Esterin to deliver the boy and there was a couple who would raise him. Nobody would know. Well, you know how Nesta can be. She refused. The moment he was born, she cancelled all plans, said he was her son and she would not give him away.’ Elain shook her head. ‘Father was furious. You know what it could mean for my engagement – for our whole family.’

Feyre sat back in her chair, eyes wide. ‘Nesta is a mother.’

The baby’s cries were slowing. Cassian could only imagine the misery a child would endure at the hands of that iron woman.

‘Father and her haven’t spoken since.’

‘Has he at least held the child? That’s his grandson.’

Elain seemed to shrink.

‘Have you?’

She stuttered again. ‘If Graysen’s family find out, my engagement will be ruined. The best thing I can do is plead ignorance.’

‘But the whole village must be whispering about her.’

Elain shook her head. ‘Father forbade her from leaving the house since the end of summer. We’ve said she’s away visiting family – and well, now she won’t give up the child, Father doesn’t know what to do with her. We had to remove half off the staff whose loyalties weren’t tested.’

‘Nesta hasn’t left the house since summer?’

‘She’s walked the grounds – but it’s too cold now anyway.’

Feyre’s eyebrows pinched together. ‘And she will just stay here? Her and the boy won’t ever leave the house like prisoners?’

Their food was abandoned. Elain still clutched her knife and fork as though needing a weapon against them still. The males knew to remain silent for this conversation.

‘She was pregnant when I came here,’ Feyre said slowly. ‘And the father?’

‘She didn’t speak a word of the baby until he couldn’t be denied. Do you truly think Nesta has uttered one word about the father?’

Feyre exhaled loudly as she slumped further down in the chair. ‘She didn’t speak to any boys in the village except Tomas Mandray.’ She gave a laugh. ‘Nesta wouldn’t sully herself with someone like Tomas.’

The laughter died on her face as she caught Elain’s eye.

‘She came home one day soaked from the rain with a torn dress and hiding her tears. You know what she is like, Feyre. She will not speak unless she wants to. There’s nobody as stubborn.’

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

Elain made a choking noise. ‘You had gone. We didn’t know where. What was I to do?’

The sounds of Nesta’s steps echoing down the stairs hurried them into silence. They all pointedly avoided looking at Nesta as she entered. Her son was cradled with one arm against her chest. She was clever enough to know that she had been the topic of conversation, but she picked her chair up and settled back in her seat then resumed eating her cold dinner as if nothing had changed.

Cassian couldn’t help wondering how many meals she had eaten this way – a shameful secret bundled in her arms who she clearly loved. The boy was small, legs tucked up and face buried against her neck. Nesta could have had her problem taken away, her reputation could have been salvaged. But she had kept the boy despite the scorn. Despite his father. She kissed him between mouthfuls of food or nuzzled her nose against his dark hair.

‘Write your letter to the queens tonight. Tomorrow, Elain will go to the village to dispatch it. If the queens do come here,’ she said, casting a frozen glare at Cassian, ‘I’d suggest bracing yourselves for prejudices far deeper than ours. And contemplating how you plan to get us all out of this mess should things go sour.’

***

The desire to run wended through Nesta’s veins as their uncomfortable dinner came to an end. Faeries in her home. Near her son. She wanted to run with Oliver as far as her legs would take her to a place far away, where it was safe.

Elain, the wretch, offered tea to their guests though she didn’t know how to light the hob, so it was up to Nesta to boil a kettle with her son balancing against her chest. Those first couple of weeks had been terrifying. He was so small. And she had been so alone. He was still small, but less fragile than she first thought. Nesta wasn’t alone anymore either; she had all she needed. One day, her son would tire of her kisses, but now she could not resist kissing and touching him at every chance.

Her sister appeared in the doorway. Her ears were still a shock. More than that, all of Feyre was different. There was a sharpness to her face; an otherworldly sort of appearance that made Nesta want to look away.

‘Let me take that.’

She remained in the kitchen while Feyre carried the tray of tea, having no desire to be amongst them any longer than necessary. Once, she’d have kept a vigil at Elain’s side as her staunchest protector. Not anymore. Oliver was her priority. It was Oliver that she’d walk through the fires of hell for.

Silent and unnoticed, Feyre returned, making her jump.

‘Sorry.’ She took a step closer. ‘Can I hold him?’

Nesta’s back hit the wall. Her eyes went to Feyre’s ears, long and pointing. ‘You are a faerie.’

‘I’m your sister.’

‘And if you steal my son? Turn him into a changeling?’

Feyre’s face fell. ‘Elain said that she and father haven’t held him.’

‘And what? I was the topic of conversation for dinner?’

The frost grew between them. They had never been close, but last summer there had been a glimpse of what could have been between sisters. A life of misery had stolen it from them.

‘You don’t have to do this alone, Nesta,’ said Feyre softly. ‘I am your sister and I want to help. Maybe – after all of this is done – you could come to Velaris.’ At the curl of Nesta’s top lip, she continued, ‘I have money. Rhys pays me well. I could buy a home for you both somewhere here. You can spin a lie that his father died. That you were married.’

‘I need charity now, do I?’

Feyre retreated a step, hurt flashing across her face.

It was difficult to know which hands were truly reaching out to help. Which hands Nesta could hold onto or which she should slap away.

‘Sit down.’

Feyre regarded the chair for a long moment.

‘He’s fidgety. Sit down.’

Oliver fussed at first. He had never been in another pair of arms except her own – well, and the healer who’d guided him into the world and promptly handed him over before Nesta throttled him.

‘He’s so small,’ whispered Feyre.

‘He did not feel small on the way out of me.’

Her whole body felt like it would break in two. She’d never known a pain like it. And, thankfully, would not again.

When the high lord arrived in the doorway, Nesta took her son upstairs and locked the door. Elain could see them to bedrooms. He would need feeding before sleep. Their routine was coming together and Nesta would rather stick to it than make painful small talk with overgrown faeries while Elain pretended her nephew did not exist.

She thought of Feyre’s words. Not of Velaris, but a place she could call her own where nobody would see her as a scandal-hit unmarried woman. Instead, Nesta would be a tragic young woman whose husband had departed the world too soon. Their lives would be built on lies, but wouldn’t that be better for Oliver rather than condemning the boy for the sin of his mother?

‘You are the most beautiful thing in the world,’ Nesta said as she lay him on her bed. He raised his arms in the air, forming two little fists as he stretched. ‘But if you wake Mama three times again tonight, she’s going to be grumpy in the morning.’

Nesta couldn’t be Mother. She wanted to limit the associations to her own. It was too cold, too formal. She wanted her son to love her, to know that Nesta would always fight for him. She kissed each one of his tiny fingers.   

She lay him in the bassinette which was gifted by one of their servants who had passed it around their family for many years. It showed tell-tale signs of wear, but Nesta was grateful for the gift. Everything that Oliver had was donated by their loyal staff who felt sorry for the boy. Father wouldn’t let her spend a penny otherwise to protect Elain’s reputation.

‘If Graysen hasn’t married her yet, he won’t,’ she said aloud.

His mother remained dragging her feet, nitpicking the arrangements and offering more reasons to delay. If Graysen was the kind man that Elain proclaimed him to be then he would marry her without his mother’s whisperings dissuading him.

‘I will never be so overbearing, I promise,’ Nesta murmured to Oliver.

***

Being beyond the wall for such a length of time had succeeded in making Cassian jittery. He could only imagine how on edge Rhys was in the next room – or maybe not since he’d be sharing with Feyre. From Azriel’s stillness, his brother wasn’t asleep either. Cassian had counted the cracks in the ceiling paint – of which there were few – and began making plans for the snowball fight that would come in nine months since he was still reeling from the defeat in December.

The first time that the baby cried, Cassian lay alert. He counted the cries until Nesta’s feet landed on the floorboards. Five. The bedroom was above his. In the roof.

His opinion of her had shifted radically. To be unmarried with a son was a death sentence in Illyria. Perhaps it was less severe in the mortal lands, but Nesta was now a pariah to society. Feyre had been out of sorts as they wrote the letter to the queens, her mind with the sister prepared to face a lifetime of scorn to raise her son. It would have been easy for her to give away the child and resume a comfortable life. There was something admirable in it.

And as Cassian lay there in the dark, he could not help but think of his own mother, likely as scared and alone as Nesta was. Had she wanted to keep him? Was she relieved when they took him from her – until her own death came? Cassian would never have the chance to know. He didn’t even know her name. Didn’t know if his hazel eyes were shared with her or the unruliness of his hair came from hers.

It was still dark when the boy cried again.

He glanced across the room at Azriel who slept on his side, body rising and falling in a rhythm.

Madness seized Cassian as he padded silently from the room and up the stairs.

His knuckles grazed the door.

The sight that unfolded rendered him frozen.

Nesta’s hair was unbound, falling in a golden ribbon past her waist. Sleep still pinched at her face, making her eyes softer. She wore a cream nightgown with a blue, silken dressing gown over it. A single candle had been lit to cast the room in its glow. The boy was red in the face and held against her.

‘Oh. I thought you’d be Feyre.’

‘Just as beautiful,’ he replied.

She stared at him – and not with any sort of warmth.

With the danger of the door being slammed imminent, Cassian blurted, ‘Do you need help?’

She eyed him then asked, ‘Do you have a pair of breasts he can latch on to? If not, then no.’

The door was closed, but Cassian was faster. His foot jammed it from closing. That didn’t stop Nesta from ramming it at his bare foot a second time, making him wince.

‘Can I help you?’

‘We need nothing.’

Pride was difficult to overcome. He’d seen it enough in Illyria. People who’d rather starve than accept help.

‘What about a warm drink? It’s cold in here,’ he said, noticing that the attic was not particularly welcoming either. Although it was clean, with floral wallpaper adorning the walls, there were few possessions to be seen. There was a chill to the air too from the cold night. ‘Or I can light the fire downstairs and you can sit by it.’

‘There is a reading room at the back of the house.’

Cassian practically ran down the stairs to light the fire then, when the flames were taking to a larger log, he hurried to the stove and lit that too. He found the kettle they’d used yesterday and filled it with enough water for the both of them. He couldn’t say exactly why he was desperate to offer his help – but Cassian had ideas. He had a soft heart when it came to single mothers and bastard boys. She was Feyre’s sister too. And beautiful. In the same way that a venomous snake was beautiful.

They took their tea in silence as the first offerings of dawn slipped into the sky.

‘Why do you sleep in the attic? It’s hardly a place for a baby.’

Nesta cradled her son’s head against her body as she sipped at her tea. ‘When Oliver was born, he would not stop crying. It was colic. Very little sleep. For either of us. It’s quieter for the rest of the house if we’re up there. We’re down to two wake ups during the night. I can only dream of an uninterrupted sleep.’

His anger at Nesta for not doing more for Feyre was shifting to anger against Elain and the Archerons’ father for treating a new mother like a secret.

‘Come to Velaris,’ he said, meaning his words. ‘You will be safe. You’ll have a better life. Both of you.’

Her top lip curled into a sneer. ‘Mortals have never fared well in the lands of the fae. You will take my son. Turn him into something unnatural.’

He’d have laughed if her expression wasn’t so serious.

‘Something unnatural. Something like me, you mean?’

‘You have wings.’

‘True,’ he acknowledged, ‘but this is natural for my people.’

Nesta laughed, but it was bitter. 'You will sweep in and save us? Let us not pretend that a few hours ago you were ready to run me through with a sword to defend by sister's honour.'

Shame burnt through him.

'And now that you know I am a mother to be pitied, you can swallow your anger.'

He averted his eyes when the boy began fussing for a feed. He couldn’t imagine the haughty female he’d met at dinner bearing any skin, but a tired new mother who needed to feed her son did not care if Cassian was perturbed by her bare breast.

‘It is the same every morning,’ she said. ‘He wakes early. Wants to be held for an hour or so then decides he’s hungry and will sleep after.’

‘You don’t have to do it alone,’ he said, tracing the rim of his cup with a finger. ‘You would have Feyre in Velaris. Financial support too. A life without scorn.’

‘Again, we are mortal.’

The silence stretched on as the sky grew lighter. When Oliver was full, she cradled him against herself and rose from the chair.

‘Thank you for the tea.’

‘Nesta, war is coming. I wish we could avoid it, but it is coming. There is no place safer than Velaris.’

‘For you, maybe. Not for someone like me.’

[s-soulwriter]

Dark ideas for your book

(promts)

The Eclipsed City: In a dystopian future, a city is perpetually shrouded in darkness due to a rare cosmic event. Within its shadows, a mysterious cult thrives, promising salvation to those who embrace the eternal night.

Spectral Inheritance: A family cursed with the ability to see and communicate with ghosts is haunted by a malevolent spirit that seeks to manipulate them into committing unspeakable acts.

The Silence Plague: A mysterious illness sweeps across the world, causing those afflicted to lose the ability to speak. As society collapses, a group of survivors must navigate the eerie quietness and unravel the origins of the plague.

Cabinet of Wonders: An eccentric collector amasses a macabre assortment of cursed artifacts. When a group of thieves attempts to steal from the collection, they unwittingly unleash ancient evils upon the world.

The Labyrinthine Asylum: A renowned psychologist opens an asylum for the criminally insane, but as he delves into the minds of the patients, he discovers a shared, otherworldly experience that threatens to consume them all.

The Dollmaker's Obsession: A toymaker creates eerily lifelike dolls imbued with the souls of the deceased. As the dolls begin to exhibit disturbing behavior, the townspeople must confront the consequences of meddling with the afterlife.

The Whispering Woods: A forest is rumored to house a malevolent entity that preys on the deepest fears of those who enter. A group of friends camping in the woods must confront their inner demons as reality warps around them.

Mirror, Mirror: A cursed mirror reflects not the physical appearance but the innermost desires of those who gaze into it. As individuals succumb to their obsessions, the mirror's dark power grows stronger.

The Forgotten Carnival: A long-abandoned carnival mysteriously reopens, drawing in unsuspecting visitors. However, the attractions harbor supernatural secrets that force patrons to face their darkest fears.

Phantom Limbs: After a groundbreaking medical procedure, patients begin to experience the sensation of phantom limbs that seem to have a life of their own, leading to a series of grisly and unexplainable events.

The Clockwork Curse: A clockmaker crafts a series of intricate, cursed timepieces that manipulate the lives of their owners. As time unravels, the characters must race against the clock to break the curse.

The Wretched Symphony: In a haunted opera house, a composer unwittingly writes a masterpiece that channels the anguish of tormented spirits. The music's power transcends the stage, causing supernatural disturbances throughout the city.

The Soul Market: A hidden market emerges where people can buy and sell souls. Those who partake soon discover the horrifying consequences of trading away their essence.

Tunnels of Despair: A series of mysterious tunnels are discovered beneath a small town, leading to an ancient chamber that houses a malevolent force capable of manifesting the fears of anyone who enters.

The Crimson Masquerade: At a masquerade ball, attendees wearing cursed masks find themselves trapped in a surreal realm where their darkest secrets are revealed, leading to a night of intrigue, betrayal, and horror.

The Oracle's Prophecy: A gifted oracle foretells a series of apocalyptic events, and a group of unlikely heroes must decipher the cryptic messages to prevent the end of the world.

The Coven's Conspiracy: In a secluded village, a coven of witches enacts a dark ritual to unleash a powerful ancient entity. As the villagers begin to vanish, a lone investigator must confront the supernatural forces at play.

The Unseen Gallery: An artist creates paintings that come to life, each depicting a nightmarish realm. As the paintings multiply, they threaten to merge the real world with their grotesque dimensions.

The Haunting Melody: A cursed melody is passed down through generations, causing madness and death to those who hear it. A musician discovers the haunting tune and must find a way to break the curse before it claims more lives.

The Apothecary's Concoction: A mysterious apothecary brews elixirs that grant extraordinary abilities, but at a cost. As users become addicted to the potions, they spiral into madness, leading to a city on the brink of collapse.

[demelzathemer]

My Heart Is a Haunted House

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘗𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 + 𝘗𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘛

@dbdpromptober Day 3: Eternity (words: 1211)

Charles’ home was haunted.

The lights of his room would flicker at the strangest of times, he heard footsteps following him, shadows in the mirrors. When he’d left the gas stove on, the cabinet door above it slammed, getting his attention.

He’d asked Maa what she thought about it, receiving a puzzled look back. Maybe it was only Charles that was haunted.

He was more than excited about it. The empty rooms didn’t feel as desolate anymore when he had company. The ghosts hadn’t harmed him in any way, instead he’d been alerted to the unattended stove. It was like they were looking out for him.

Any time he was alone at home, he listened for the sound of the piano. So far that hadn’t happened again, so Charles opted on playing his few cassettes back to back, filling the silence.

By now he’d mastered both sliding down the handrail of the master staircase and playing hockey on the smooth marble floor with a cricket bat and a ball. But Charles’ favorite activity was exploring the house.

He felt himself a proper detective, inspecting floorboards and built-in bookshelves for hidden safes. It was a Victorian mansion, there had to be a few secrets buried inside the walls.

There were footsteps above him. Quiet, but intent. Charles knew for a fact that nobody was home except him. He sprinted towards the source of the sound, finding an attic ladder with a rope for pulling it down.

Someone was standing right above him. The small click of hard shoes sounded intentional, like someone was tapping his foot impatiently, saying come on now, don’t make me wait.

In the layer of dust that covered everything were footprints. Charles tried not to move too fast and kick up more dust than he wanted to breathe in when he followed them.

There was a desk with a chair by the window, bathed in the afternoon sun. Charles imagined the ghost had been sitting there, looking at the view towards the yard. Across it, a path went through the gate and over a river into the tall forest.

The footprints stopped in front of a wooden chest, which blue paint the years had almost completely washed out. Charles cranked it open to find a set of gentleman’s winter attire (a vest, a coat and a pair of gloves), and other clothes, all destroyed by moths.

The only thing left was a black-and white photograph of a wide-eyed boy in a dark suit. His lips were pursed tight, his eyes serious. Charles was drawn to him, tracing his pale cheekbones with his gaze, wondering why, despite his neutral face, his eyes betrayed a profound sadness.

At the back of the paper, only numbers were jotted down with a quivering handwriting.

1900-1918

“Is this what you wanted me to find?” Charles asked, flinching at his own voice echoing from bare walls.

Is this you?

Nobody answered. It was expected, but Charles was disappointed nevertheless. He kneeled on the dusty floor, leaning on the open chest, just staring at the photo.

Were you alone too? Were you lonely?

He slipped the photo in the inside pocket of his Harrington jacket, close to his heart.

Other days, he couldn’t muster up the curiosity anymore. Coming back to the dark house after visiting Niko’s grave pulled him down into a glum mood.

Their crammed London apartment had never let him relax, but the oppressive silence of spacious halls felt uncomfortable in a different way. Charles trudged the stairs up into his room and dropped his backpack to the floor before faceplanting onto the bed.

He wished he had somewhere to be or someone waiting for him. He wondered what “home” was supposed to feel like. Probably not like this.

He lay motionless for some time. Just when he groaned, attempting to pull himself together, the first notes of a melody floated down the hall.

Charles jumped up, holding his breath. The piano was playing again. A different tune, too.

He rushed out and to the stairs. The music had been slow and unsure at first, like the player was testing out the right keys, but it gained more confidence when it went on. Charles wondered why it sounded so familiar.

“No way, mate!” He grinned when he recognized the tune. He skipped down, two steps at a time. “No way! You liked it that much?”

The song the ghost was playing was unmistakably Under the Milky Way from the best The Church cassette Charles had played over and over again the last few weeks. It flowed from the piano with a slower tempo than the original, but Charles hummed along anyway.

He sat down on the duet bench, staring at the unmoving keys covered in dust. Then he turned around, gazing at the ceiling, just enjoying the music. He hoped he could tell what the ghost looked like. He wanted to know who was playing for him.

“I wish I knew what you were loo-king for… Might have known what you would find…”

The piano played for a few minutes, until both the verse and the chorus had been heard a couple of times, with Charles just sitting there, a content smile on his face. When the music finally faded, a slightly awkward silence fell in the foyer.

Charles was pulled out of his thoughts. He sprung to his feet, full of excitement again.

“Trust me mate, if you like that tape, I know one you’ll love!” He hyped. “Just a tick!”

He ran upstairs and grabbed his recorder, cradling it in his arms like his most precious treasure that it was, stuffed the tape in his pocket and jogged back.

He put the recorder on top of the piano and fiddled with it, his hands swift like every second without music was unbearable. He glanced around wanting to make sure his companion hadn’t left yet, which was useless as he couldn’t see him. With a clack he encased the B-side of Songs From the Big Chair and pressed record.

The sweet sound of synthesizer transformed the room instantly, flowing like waves over everything. It filled Charles’ chest with joy and the beat tugged his limbs into motion.

If he closed his eyes, he could see the bright colors and shapes the music took, pulling him from the bleak present into space without time, without worry or pain.

He opened his eyes, dancing in the middle of the empty house, but he wasn’t lonely. Maybe the ghost was the family’s son who’d died young. Young people liked good music, didn’t they? If he was here now, Charles was sure he could turn that sad frown into a smile.

He’d take his hand and pull him to dance with him. The heir had been a proper fit lad in the picture, handsome in that old-timey way, like he was a classical painting. Charles knew he could be wrong, but at that moment, it really felt like he was here, that they were dancing together.

As long as the music flowed, breathing was easy, movement was light, and nothing hurt. That moment only was worth all of eternity.

“Something happens and I’m head over heels

I never find out ‘till I’m head over heels…”

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[yawn-junn]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳31 Days of Halloween ִֶָ 𓂃

requests end on October 1st (more will be added)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN (I write for legit anything)

1.) Vampiric Encounters (Rivr - Nomad)

2.) Haunted Houses (Sangwon - Trainee A)

3.) Ghosts

4.) Hauntings

5.) The resting

6.) Horror Movies (Yungyu - 8Turn)

7.) Ghouls and creatures

8.) Within the darkness

9.) Witches and Wizards (Junho - Nomad)

10.) Abandoned Houses (Beomgyu - +×+)

11.) Whisperers

12.) Trick Or Treating (Seungheon - 8Turn)

13.) The Walking Dead

14.) Secrets (Jaehyun - BoyNextDoor)

15.) Coffins

16.) Mythical Beings

17.) Ghosts Sheets

18.) Lanterns

19.) Leaf's

20.) Horror Shopping

21.) Scary Stories

22.) Halloween Candy (Haemin - 8Turn)

23.) Urban Legends (Sungchan - Riize)

24.) Spirit Halloween

25.) Nostalgic candies (Woochan - Trainee A)

26.) Pumpkin Carving (JJ - Trainee A)

27.) Orange hue (Sangwon - Trainee A)

28.) Pumpkin Patches (Sungho - BoyNextDoor)

29.) Corn Mazes (Leehan - BoyNextDoor)

30.) scary Ball

31.) Ghost Hunting (Taesan - BoyNextDoor)

credits: @/strangergraphics (divider)

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Chowder Halloween Headcanons 🎃 💜 🎃 💜

💜 Original headcanons 🎃

🍬 Ao3 version 👻

Chowder:

• Chowder LOVES HALLOWEEN! 🎃 💜 It’s his second favorite holiday. (His first favorite is Thanksgiving 🦃 🥔 🌽 🧅 🍠 🥧.)

• He wears a pumpkin costume!

• Mung forces Shnitzel to take him trick or treating.

• Whenever someone is serving candy at their door, Chowder would not only consume all the candy but also the bowl itself.

• Every year, the purple bunny would eat so much candy that he would grow all big and round like a ball, and Schnitzel would always have to be the one to roll him back to the kitchen.

Mung Daal:

• Mung loves entering the gang and himself in costume contests. (He remembers last Halloween where they went dressed as The Addams Family. Mung was Gomez, Truffles was Morticia, Schnitzel was Wednesday, Chowder was Pugsley, and somehow Kimchi was Uncle Fester.)

• He loves cooking up Halloween-themed dishes.

• He'll hardcore flirt with women in revealing outfits.

• THE KING OF THE THRILLER DANCE!

• Every year, he’d come up with a creative plan to mess up Endive’s kitchen. (He either teepees the place or covers it in silly string or eggs.)

Shnitzel:

• Shnitzel is the type of rock person who believes that you’re never too old for Halloween.

• His favorite Halloween jams are "The Monster Mash", "The Original Ghostbusters Theme", and "I Put A Spell On You" from Hocus Pocus.

• He DOES NOT like haunted houses! THEY’RE HAUNTED!

• He likes telling ghost stories, that is, until a real ghost shows up, then he gets scared, screams like a girl, and passes out.

• He likes lifting up heavy pumpkins and carving them.

Truffles:

• MAMA LOVES HALLOWEEN! (Even more than Chowder does.)

• Likes to get Halloween-themed nail designs on her nails.

• The ghosts and ghouls of the night are scared of her.

• She's on candy duty at the door.

• Once the trick-or-treaters are gone for the night, she will eat the rest of the candy in a secret room and hiss at anyone who comes near. Truffles does NOT like to share.

[bluelockhalloweek]

Blue Lock Halloweek 2023 Prompts are here—can’t wait to see what y’all create!

👻 Reblog with your favorites prompts & share with your Blue Lock crew!

👻 Find the event on Twitter @/BllkHalloweek

👻 See below for more info, typed-out prompts, & prompt examples if you need clarification or inspiration

👻 Feel free to mix and match, and take prompts as literally or as tangentially as you want!

👻 Work doesn’t have to be specifically Fall / Halloween themed as long as it fits a prompt. (If you’re writing a superhero fic for “Mask,” don’t feel like you have to stick a 🎃 in a corner unless you want to.)

👻 Work can be as lighthearted, scary, or spicy as you want as long as you follow the updated guidelines!

👻 Thank you to everyone who submitted prompts, & credit to the anons who suggested The Witching Hour & Mischief Night! A lot of suggestions were already on my longer list or were very similar, or might be better saved for next year. If your favorite isn't on the list, the “Free Prompt” finale is your day!

👻 Find event Archive of Our Own here!

👻 The event is on Tumblr, Twitter, and AO3, so share your contribution on all three!

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Blue Lock Halloweek (+ 2!): October 23 - October 31, 2023

Monday 23: Pumpkin spice + Do you believe in magic?

Tuesday 24: Masks + Heartbeat

Wednesday 25: Things that go bump in the night + Festival

Thursday 26: Firelight + Dark Waters

Friday 27: Paranoia + The Witching Hour

Saturday 28: Monster’s Ball + Hunter’s Moon (actual full moon date & name!)

Sunday 29: Angels & Demons + Castle

Monday 30: Spirit + Movie / Mischief Night (actual night)

Tuesday 31 🎃: Sweet Tooth / Sucker + Free Prompt!

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Now for Prompt Examples + Explanations 

I’ve had people ask for prompt examples in past events I’ve hosted and this event is open to any language, so here you go! These are the quick brainstorming notes (now expanded with links & definitions) I took while narrowing down the list to be sure the final prompts were unique enough / without toooo much overlap, and covered enough areas. Only some of maaaany interpretations—go wild!

Your host is a fic-writer with ADHD, so…you’ve been warned.

Day 1: 

Pumpkin Spice: Cozy Autumn vibes. Putting up Halloween decorations, carving Jack-o-lanterns, coffee / tea shop, pumpkin patch, scented candles, baking, fall sangria, sweaters and beanies and flannels, momijigari (Autumn Hanami 🌸, basically) / admiring gorgeous fall foliage, fresh hot apple cider in an orchard. Itoshi Bros and their love of turtle/mock-neck sweaters. Pumpkin Farmer Aiku and Karasu scarecrow!

Do you believe in magic?: Revealing their magical powers for the first time. Crystal ball, tarot. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, etc. AU. Non-literal magic in relationships (feeling understood, chemistry, humor matching up perfectly, etc). Wands, spells, magical objects, magical creatures, etc.. Making a wish. Alexis "The Magician" Ness.

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Day 2:

Masks: Costumes, super heroes, putting up a front, acting like something you’re not, classic masked Halloween meet-cute, secret / concealed identities, spies, ninja and samurai and assassins (Karasu and Otoyaaa!) Niko hiding his eyes / face.

Heartbeat: Racing heart from excitement, fright, romance, spice. No heartbeat like undead, zombie or vampire, etc.. Skip a beat, beat faster, beat slower (calm and comfort). Chigiri on the run from zombies, zombie Lorenzo!

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Day 3: 

Things that go bump in the night: unexplained (scary or otherwise) noises in the night, whispers or voices, ghosts and other supernatural entities, haunted house / place, anything scary, …spicy. Spooky Owl outside Rin’s window. 

Festival: String lights illuminating festival stalls, costumes, traditional attire (Aryu looking stylish!), food and drink, games, Isagi devouring fried fair food. Fall Music festival. Mid-Autumn Festival (with all the pretty lanterns and mooncakes 🥮), Harvest / Fall Fests in general. Bobbing for apples, caramel / candy apples, carnival rides and games, Ferris wheel. Oktoberfest; Kaiser and/or any Bastard München player in Lederhosen—please, I’m begging!! Fun house / haunted house. Day of the Dead festivities. 

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Day 4:

Firelight: Cauldrons, brewing potions. Candles, rituals, bonfires. Autumn camping trip, s’mores, spooky firelight shadows outside the tent, got lost on a hiking trip & have to make a fire to keep warm! Torches, candles, lanterns lighting the way in a definitely not-haunted place. Hell, your favorite circle (Dante’s Inferno) 😈

Dark Waters: merpeople, sirens, sea monsters, kraken, pirates (Kurona and Raichi, Bachira 🐬!), sharks, shipwreck, ghost ships, stranded on a deserted island, haunted lakes, lake spirits, Autumn fishing trip, swamp monsters, bogs and marshes, willowisps, alligators, snakes. Loch Ness Monster

(Fire and water, light and dark)

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Day 5:

Paranoia: Fear and suspicion, feeling like someone’s watching and you just can’t shake it (...Ego and his cameras), feeling like you’re losing your mind, etc.. Doesn’t have to be all bad! Maybe there was a misunderstanding before a fun surprise. 

The Witching hour: Wiki / dictionary. Depending on whom you ask, the hour is either midnight or 3am - 4am. Supernatural entities / practitioners of dark arts are the most active and powerful. These entities might feel compelled / drawn out into the world. Magic and danger, inexplicable happenings! Humans ought to be at home and safely tucked in bed at this late hour, or else... Fun fact, the Orionid meteor shower peaks juuust before this event starts (in my hemisphere, at least) but continue until November, and the best time to view meteor showers is generally around the witching hour (after midnight / 3-4am). Can also mean the time in which people get up to no good or questionable stuff. 

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Day 6:

Monster’s Ball: Monsters, creatures. Bachiraaa. Halloween party, masquerade, nightlife (going out in costume—or not—to bars and clubs). Reo buying a round. Literal ⚽ ball (Lil Isagi trick-or-treating in Noa’s kit), Halloween Practice (like in high school or college when your coach let you have a fun practice in costume before a holiday—absolute chaos and so fun!). Whatever chaos and debauchery y’all can imagine. Just follow the event guidelines and tag accordingly! Green eyed monster (jealousy), Cinderella’s Ball (Sae and Shidou!)

Hunter’s Moon: The date of the actual full Hunter’s Moon—lucky us! Sometimes called the Blood Moon. Full moon, werewolves, moonlight, on the hunt or being hunted, spells and rituals, Tsukimi / moon viewing + Tsukimi dango 🎑, moon myths and gods. Celestial things, Kurona and Isagi planetary hotline / astronauts, aliens.

(Monster vs Hunter day, ha)

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Day 7:

Angels and Demons: Demon and priest, hell, listening to the angel or the devil on your shoulder (making a questionable decision because it’s tempting), devilish fun or spells, sin, temptation, a deal with the devil. Ohhh, Sae and Shidou, your night has come! 😈

Castle: fairytales, knights, vampires, dungeons, Royalty (King Barou, Emperor Kaiser!). Also super Sae and Shidou.

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Day 8: 

Spirit: ghosts, haunted houses, GhostBusters, spirit entities like yokai, Ghost Adventures. Gagamaru as a friendly Yokai! Shaman. Possession, possessed or cursed objects. JJK. Ouija board game! Monk Igaguri. 

Movie Night: Watching a scary (or not scary) movie, series, anime, etc. So many movie/show Alternate Universes. Sendou living his Hollywood dreams. Barbie please!!! Nagi nodding off halfway through. The guys as a character from their favorite movie listed in the Egoist Bible.

Mischief Night: Wiki page. The night before Halloween for hijinks, pranks, scaring each other! Toilet papering Ego’s house. Can be more sinister, too. 

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Day 9: Halloween!

Sweet tooth / sucker: Trick-or-Treating, candy corn, so much candy, caramel corn, vampires or anything with fangs, bite, ‘sucker’ like 🍭 or vampires, or…

Free day / AU (alternate universe) Palooza!: 

Whatever Halloween stuff you want that doesn’t quite fit a prompt! Just listing some of the things I would draw (if I could) or write (if i had time):

Video game au for Hiori! Pokemon! Ego as a gangly cowboy, ⚽️ bolo tie and all. Barou as the "Cowardly" Lion in the Wizard of Oz. And finally, artists, if you're reading this, please, please consider Noel Noa (of the 🇫🇷 French National 🥖 Team!!) dressed as Bonjour Man from Life Lessons with Uramichi Onii-san (clip, manga cap). Please Omg. This image has literally been haunting me since starting this event and the manga/anime (even the dub!) is soooo funny. And technically, Bonjour Man is a cursed spirit sooo 👻

Okay, that's it. Hope y'all have fun. Please reblog and spread the word 🧡🖤

[sillyjadie]

Me being a total simp for Leon, hehe (*´▽｀)ﾉﾉ So sweet!!

[srhunt]

Haunted Mansion’s Biggest Issue (to me)

I was very excited to finally see Haunted Mansion this year. I had given up hope on ever seeing this new adaption in the 13 years since Guillermo Del Toro announced it with barely any news in between.

And I did very much enjoy it, it’s at least better than the 2003 film, which is all I wanted it to be.

However, there is one thing that stopped me from loving this movie, and that’s how they handled my favorite happy haunt, the Hatbox Ghost.

Now, design wise, he looks great. He’s intimidating, he’s creepy, all around they nailed it. Not thrilled that he’s played by Jared Leto, but thankfully he’s barely noticeable.

Where my issue begins is when they learn the Hatbox Ghost’s living name, Alistair Crump.

I’m not opposed with giving Hattie an actual name, mind you, and I do appreciate the nod to original Haunted Mansion Imagineer, Rolly Crump (though it’s kinda backhanded to name the villain of the movie after him). But from the moment they learn his name, he stops being the Hatbox Ghost and becomes Alistair Crump. Let me explain what I mean.

Alistair Crump was the child of a wealthy family. He was kicked out of his home by his father after crying too hard at his mother’s funeral. Cut off from his family, Crump had to climb his way back up from nothing. Meanwhile, he studied the dark arts. After his father died under mysterious circumstances, Crump gained control over his family estate. He’d throw lavish parties, inviting the people who turned his father against him. At these parties, he would murder the people he believed played a part in his father’s abandonment of him. Crump would bury the bodies under the house. This continued until his staff discovered his secret and turned against him, decapitating him and burying his remains in the same place he disposed of his victims.

Did you notice something was missing in this story?

Something very important to the Hatbox Ghost?

Like…a hatbox?

Yea, there’s no mention of a hatbox in his backstory.

This issue becomes even more glaring when the protagonists need to find an item that belonged to him in order to banish him.

You’re probably thinking it’s a hatbox, right?

No, it’s his top hat.

The top hat that’s still on his decapitated head.

Oh, is his head inside a hatbox?

No, it’s in the dirt under his old mansion.

Most of the time, ghosts are depicted with items important to them in life. Constance Hatchaway has her pearls and her hatchet, Madame Leota manifests in her crystal ball. And it’s not just the Haunted Mansion that does this, look at Thirteen Ghosts from 2001.

Each ghost has an in-depth backstory that can be found on the DVD’s bonus features, and each backstory explains how they died and why they were selected to fill a specific role in the Black Zodiac. They look the way they do because it reflects their past lives and their deaths.

So why does Alistair Crump carry a hatbox as a ghost if he had no ties to it in life?

This issue drives me nuts because it easily could’ve been fixed. Maybe when Alistair was kicked out of the house, he was only given a hatbox to carry what little he could, or maybe his staff hid his head inside a hatbox.

Crump only has the hatbox so he can do the gag with his head. That’s it. His titular hatbox holds no importance to him. He easily could’ve been swapped with any other ghost in the Mansion and nothing would feel out of place.

The hatbox is so unimportant to Crump that towards the end of the movie, he doesn’t even have it anymore. After we learn his backstory, he’s never seen with the hatbox again.

Even this new Funko Pop figure doesn’t have his hatbox but then labels him, “Hatbox Ghost.”

To me, Alistair Crump and the Hatbox Ghost are two different characters. Crump may look like Hattie, but he is not the Hatbox Ghost. Which is the biggest disappointment of this film to me.

Hattie is such a fascinating and mysterious character in the mansion. He has a backstory that’s never really explored. His role varies from story to story. Why is he in the attic with Constance? Was he one of Constance’s grooms? Why does he have that hatbox? Why did he disappear for so long in the context of the Mansion’s story? Where did he go and why did he come back? Was he a victim? A coconspirator that got betrayed? There were so many ways they could’ve taken his story and they picked probably the weakest one.

It does make me wonder what Guillermo Del Toro’s original vision for Hattie was. But alas, we may never know.

Maybe in another 20 years we’ll get a different take on the Mansion and Hattie.

[rumbelleshowdown]

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Question: How many unused prompts were left after the Showdown?

Answer: 170! And here they are! (Under the cut, b/c long.)

You’re not like me. 

Trust isn’t everything. 

Liberties. 

Teeth.

The light’s gone out. 

Sweet or savory. 

Worst patient. 

Flower of fate. 

Workplace romance. 

Cinderella AU. 

Wake the prince. 

Runaway bride. 

Little Gideon, shop, Weaver. 

Leather and steel. 

Magical exhaustion. 

Near-death. 

Fluffy clouds, shapes, sunlight. 

Dark, darker, darkest. 

The Book of Kells. 

The Long Room. 

Irish pub with music. 

Historical AU – Victorian. 

Sharing a dreamscape. 

Milestones. 

First kisses. 

Last time. 

Tea shop. 

Hedge maze. 

Heist gone wrong. 

Last of the teabags. 

Phone battery low. 

Is the ghost friendly? 

A bad book. 

Uglier than you are.

Talking in your sleep. 

Modern pop culture references

Soulmate au -seeing colors

Overhears talking to self

Plus size belle

Chatroom/catfishing

Matchmaker henry

Appearance glamor

Blind/deaf main character 

Talking tea pots

Dreaming of maidens and monsters. 

Whispers of desire. 

Belle kicks Zelena’s ass. 

TikTok trends. 

Twister game night. 

This isn’t your Uber. 

Adopting a new pet. 

Deck of cards. 

Aquarium, coffee, washing machine. 

Preparing for something big. 

Words on your skin. 

Enchanted Forest. 

High School Musical. 

Station 19. 

Hyperion Heights. 

Little girl named Rose. 

Storm, poison, tears, light. 

Sacrifice, True Love, healing. 

Weaver doesn’t make it. 

Nurse Belle. 

Please help my Papa. 

Please, wake up. 

Sacrifice, pain, light, laugh. 

Don’t leave me alone. 

Whiskey in a teacup. 

Night talk. 

Butler!Gold. 

The Light One!Belle. 

Let’s just pretend. 

Blood went cold.

Greenhouse, museum. 

Twirling in his arms. 

Crushed wedding. 

Flirting at a ball. 

“I forgot to shave?” 

“There is only me.” 

Forget-me-nots. 

Candyshop, Baelfire, awkward. 

Creature of darkness. 

Bird in a cage. 

Yearning for adventures.

Turn no into maybe.

I have school tomorrow. 

Some bathing suits shouldn’t…

Let’s keep this one. 

Younger and younger. 

My bag of tricks. 

Slowly yet surely. 

weaver. 

Warm and cozy. 

Library, lingerie, desk, defile. 

Ravenous, coverage, squirting. 

Moving out. 

Moving in. 

Cat sitting. 

“Well, this is awkward.” 

Red wine. 

Storybrooke’s incumbent mayor. 

Hiring Mr. Cassidy. 

Dagger, snow, fire. 

Arrows, magic, curse. 

Curse, awakening, assassin. 

Heroes.

The witching hour. 

Salt. 

Touch. 

Honeymoon. 

Cloud gazing. 

Spontaneous presents. 

Handcuffs. 

Stroking the hair. 

Soothing caress. 

Selfie. 

One last taste 

“Please don’t go.” 

Blood and tears. 

Wedding on the run. 

Werewolves, bake bread, family. 

Detective, curious, strange. 

Amnesia, photographs, scent, blankets. 

Bird in a cage. 

Secret garden. 

Fairy, mischief, music-box, mist.

Empty, street lamp, snow. 

Ball dancing, imp, tease. 

The girl is drunk. 

Golden hour. 

Lantern, fright, cloak. 

Crooked teeth. 

Magic ritual. 

Magical flower. 

White sheets, bright light. 

Lonely night. 

Stuck in my brain. 

Ski/Skateboard. 

Surfing. 

Dreadful weather. 

Strange love, trouble, ghost. 

Heaven in hiding, garden. 

Gardener. 

3 am, drive, hurricane. 

Dress made of gold. 

Dizzy, truth or dare. 

Suffocating, night, walk, breath. 

Running away. 

Ocean waves. 

Haunted house. 

Witch!Belle, magical library, Salem. 

Insane. 

Gloom. 

Goose, attack, hug. 

Strawberry shortcake, tongue, blood. 

Horrid sight, “How dear.” 

Liminal space. 

Hatred, “You saved me.” 

Poetry, smoking, naked, paintings. 

“It’s our secret, then.” 

Forest spirit. 

Jeweler!Gold. 

Misty town, secrets. 

Something to uncover. 

Mermaid/merman. 

Fall through the ice. 

Forest is my home. 

Dumb and dumber. 

You don’t know everything. 

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[writerofweird]

Stand-Alone Short Halloweeny Stories on TWWoGB

Birdsong Three feline siblings are looking for a cook (some violence).

The Easter Werewolf The Easter Bunny becomes a werewolf.

They Only Laughed ‘Cause I Was Drunk When making someone laugh can seem like a matter of life or death.

The Monsters’ Party There’s a party for monsters in the old haunted house…but there’s more to it than meets the eye.

A Horrible Wail A monster’s undeserved punishment.

Mr. Deer Man An encounter with a hybrid of man and deer. (some violence)

Heck Comes to Sloofiewoof Land The once-cheerful Oozie has turned his beautiful world into a miserable wasteland; can a spectral rabbit convince him to restore Sloofiewoof Land to its former glory? (some violence)

The Living House A search for a living house with surprising results (some language).

Dorothy Lost A retelling of a classic story, where Dorothy finds herself in a confusing world full of bizarre creatures.

Time Passes Quickly A ghost and her reflections on her afterlife.

The Bowling Ball People What was supposed to be a night at the lanes becomes a journey to another dimension. Lerrs An encounter with a certain type of vampire.

Joke Books Talk about a situation that’s beyond a joke. (some crude humour)

The Hunter A sheep finds himself in a familiar but distorted world, pursued by a sinister creature. (some bloody violence)

I Love October October is a very special month for some people.

The Elf The creepy tale of a creepy decoration.

The Museum A young woman comes across a special museum with a monstrous guide (foul language and crude humour)

The Monsters of Bremen A group of four undead animals look for their place in the world (some blood).

Silly Bunny A magic trick doesn’t go as planned.

Succeed or Sustain The worst game show ever.

The Ghost Train Not just a fairground ride.

Jolly Jungleland Ever wanted to escape into a world you created?

Saving Christmas What if you had a chance to save Christmas?

The Right Moment A childhood nightmare come alive.

Larry the Clown A different type of job offer.

The New Puppets The theme park has something new.

Georgia and the Castle Ruins What secrets lie in the old grounds?

Monstrous Mansion Your new favourite show.

Euryale A woman has a surprising guest over (includes death, violence and references to suicide and murder).

Mr. Toad vs. Dracula Two famous literary characters do battle (includes blood, violence and references to suicide).

The Haunted Flat A woman finds her flat is haunted, but she knows what to do about it (contains references to murder, suicide and misogyny, as well as mentions of organs and blood, and brief nudity).

Films, Flicks and Food A restaurant themed around movies.

Junior Nature Photographer You’ll be surprised what you can find out and about.

The Decoder Ring An odd thing to find in your cereal.

A Conversation Between Two Monsters The doubts that come with the job.

The Perfect Little Girl In the City of Crownsville, a professor works at artificially creating a daughter, someone who can bring light and hope to a hateful world. He might get a little more than he expected… (contains violence, gore, death, foul language, abuse and references to homophobia, pro-life and conservative ideology)

The Beast in the Countryside Is there more to a werewolf attack than what it seems? (contains death, gore, murder, abuse, sexism and nudity)

Aladdin and the Evil Cat An awkward pantomime experience (contains references to racism, cultural appropriation and a certain company supporting Israel)

Penny the Poltergeist A poltergeist does a good deed (includes death, violence and gore).

They Don’t Make Them Like This A special TV set.

Comics They can be what you want them to be (contains references to death.)

You’re A Dead Man One fine day…(contains references to death, heatstroke, pneumonia, shooting and the government)

Dracula’s Halloween Party A real nightmare (contains references to death, murder, xenophobia and antisemitism)

[williamsockner]

Urban Fantasy Bingo

1. Main character dates a serial killer but the show thinks he’s just a complicated bad boy 2. Codependent siblings 3. Rampant unintended homosexual tension 4. Incest 5. Creepy dolls 6. Exploitative shots of dead teenage girl’s corpse 7. Narrative unsympathetic when bitchy teenage girls gets murdered 8. Parent or significant other in law enforcement 9. Shady big pharma 10. Ugly and/or disabled girl with no personality flaws 11. Amnesia 12. Black best friend (bonus points if gay) 13. Love interest with no personality besides fucking and sports 14. Love interest with no personality besides being embroiled in supernatural bullshit 15. Someone dies during sex 16. Main character commits rape but narrative refuses to acknowledge it as anything but angsty manpain behavior 17. Randomly excellent episode in an otherwise lackluster show 18. Writer’s room fetishist on display 19. Bodyswap/bodysnatch/shapeshift/possession 20. Everyone cares about the blood feud 21. Hundred-year-old urban legends or local history shockingly relevant to small town youths 22. Narrative clumsily attempts to make serial killer sympathetic 23. “the ugly one” played by a hollywood ten 24. Mortal threat to a character’s life during a sports game 25. Murder at prom 26. Super special chosen one and/or ancient prophecy 27. Writers convinced that remorse is the same as redemption 28. Love triangle 29. Snarky put-downs towards clear sources of inspiration 30. Love interests swap because the bad boy character was too interesting to the audience 31. Musical episode 32. Fictional classic monster actually existed in-universe 33. Character witnesses an alternate timeline where they didn’t exist and/or died 34. Character comes back as a ghost but gets no speaking lines so the show could save on the acting fee 35. Evil twin 36. Reincarnated true love 37. Super sexy high femme who’s actually 200 years old 38. Manic monster dream girl 39. Weird hybrids 40. Masquerade ball 41. Characters in class receive a lecture on a topic relevant to the episode 42. Flashback episode 43. Villain has a weird kink 44. Illegitimate lovechild 45. Abusive parent has a favorite child 46. Someone cuts their palm for a blood sacrifice 47. Someone sacrifices a pet for an evil ritual 48. Black witches have more power 49. Scene at the morgue 50. Teenage alcoholism 51. Regular alcoholism 52. Visible manifestations of someone’s guilt and/or plot exposition in the form of dead loved ones 53. Dead perfect significant other 54. Characters get caught doing something and give transparently fake names of celebrities or pop culture references 55. Musical sequence that exists only to show that an actor can dance, sing or play an instrument 56. CPR brings someone back to life and doesn’t break any ribs 57. Character discovers secret power at last second before they almost die 58. Secret society has a ritual to decide who is the head honcho monster 59. Incongruous musical choice 60. Someone has a dark side/evil blood/a prophecy that they’ll go evil 61. Someone turns into a violent sociopath because they lose their soul and/or humanity 62. Somebody bleeds out the eyes or mouth, or has a nosebleed that someone else has to call attention to 63. Significant other hunts what you are 64. Halloween episode 65. “You tried to kill me and that takes grit, I’m proud of you” 66. “There’s nothing on the other side when you die” especially if we know ghosts exist 67. Inconsistent ghost rules 68. The enemy of my bigger enemy 69. Head in a box 70. Cold opening of teenagers getting eaten because of a dare, bonus points for haunted house 71. Racist one-off criminal encounter 72. “Cool costume, bro” to an actual monster 73. Halloween costumes significant to role character plays in the story 74. Wise mentor figure with colorful past and parental affection towards protagonist 75. The one normal guy who keeps getting pulled into bullshit 76. Everybody in the cast dates each other as the writer’s room tries to figure out what the fans want 77. Immortal character put in a box 78. Non-human has to pass as human…badly 79. Ancient character has to adjust to modern day 80. Random regular human with an axe to grind 81. Bait and switch big bad at the end of the story, turns out to actually be a main cast member having a meltdown after taking out villain 82. Head of the secret council actually an evil puppet master 83. Police scanner 84. Debilititis 85. People randomly discovering superpowers around puberty 86. Character that main character hates for no good reason turns out to be evil all along 87. Plot-relevant celestial event 88. Someone telekinetically forces people to turn their guns on each other or themselves 89. Badly-pronounced French 90. The apocalypse originates in this small podunk-ass town 91. Unreasonable hometown pride 92. Latin as the mother tongue of magic 93. Local police covering up for high monster murder rate 94. Single parent is overworked medical practitioner 95. Guardian is not yet ready for this level of responsibility 96. Someone turned out to have a child they didn’t know about 97. Weird pregnancy (bonus if no sex actually happened) 98. Someone’s kid gets aged up to skip working with a child actor 99. Somebody sends their child “away” to keep them from getting embroiled in the bullshit and then they get embroiled in the bullshit anyway 100. Descendants of an immortal 101. Resurrection with no consequences 102. Resurrection or healing with consequences will haunt the protagonist 103. Protagonist has at least one dead parent 104. A friend of the main cast dies in the pilot 105. Candlelight vigil for a high school student 106. Fucked up mother-son dynamics 107. Daddy issues 108. “Fear makes the meat taste better” and/or “I like to watch them scream” 109. Souls get sold and/or girls get married to Satan 110. Deal with the devil turns you into a ticking time bomb 111. “you worded your wish wrong” 112. Alternate reality without magic 113. Real-world religions or spiritual practices treated as monsters of the week 114. All myths contain a grain of truth 115. Someone attacks a wedding 116. Mundane who really wants to be a monster 117. Redhead 118. Feral child raised by wolves 119. Bitchy cheerleader 120. Characters go undercover at a school 121. Mental institution episode 122. Protagonist framed for murder 123. Cold open of dog-walker getting eaten while dog runs away 124. Show starts off with missing or murdered girl 125. Animal motif or animal companion 126. Non-human but non-animal sidekick 127. “The council sent me to give you exposition” 128. Secret society of hunters 129. The Corporation 130. Death by bees 131. Jumpscare 132. Douchebro thinks he’s getting seduced but is actually about to get eaten 133. Siblings have pronounced disagreements over how to feel about their absentee parent 134. Deep South 135. Magic can solve everything except cancer 136. Beautiful sprawling mansion 137. Musical sequence intercutting one couple having sex and someone else dying or doing something else dramatic 138. Safehouse and/or bunker 139. “s/he was just trying to protect you” used as a justification for abjectly abusive parenting 140. Family with oodles of generational wealth 141. Groundhog Day Episode 142. Random skull in dark place 143. Someone punches a mirror 144. Black blood 145. Weird eye color signifies supernatural status 146. Wicker Man episode 147. Pagan gods 148. Faith healer 149. Couple going on a date gets eaten 150. Someone gets murdered in a church 151. Villain boasts that “maybe that works on wimpy monsters, but not me” 152. Chasing the murderer through a house of mirrors 153. Diner 154. Episode titles named after songs or famous books 155. Supernatural war 156. Getting out of a Faustian bargain 157. Someone wakes up tied to a chair at an insane dinner party full of corpses