#Werewolf Horror Sans

[pigeonstab]

Last one I swear. This is the full ref sheet for the main cast

clean version

[nukanametag]

Hear me out. Werewolf horror and nightmare get into a fight. And horror bites night causing nightmare to become a werewolf -

[neon-draws-sometimes]

WERWWOLF FRESH HE HAS ZERO SWAG!!!

[kitten4sannie]

♱ 𝔉𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ♱

a/n: october is the one month out of the entire year that i feel most alive and to be quite frank,, the horror genre has always been a place i call home 🥹 so it seemed only natural that i take advantage of this and share a few dark smutty stories with you all~ hehehehe :3c

wanna be tagged? (if you’re not already on my general taglist lol)

♱ 10/1: imprint feat. werewolf! mingi x hunter! reader

♱ 10/8: antithesis feat. venom! yunho x gf! reader

♱ 10/15: blood pact feat. vampire! wooyoung x human! reader

♱ 10/22: love you to pieces feat. yandere! seongjoong x reader

♱ 10/29: black swan feat. mafia gang leader! san x undercover officer! reader

♱ 10/31: bodysnatchers feat. infected! ot8 x reader

ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ©ᴋɪᴛᴛᴇɴ4ꜱᴀɴɴɪᴇ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢᴇᴅ, ᴄᴏᴘɪᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ.

[ask2012donnie]

Hello there! Donnie again, obviously. Halloween at the house--we take our costumes very seriously (sans Raph).

Leo used up a whole roll of gauze to make his mummy costume. Raph was sulking and dragging his feet, but he dressed up (but the tuxedo t-shirt for Dracula is in poor taste, tsk tsk Raph). Mikey hoarded Sensei's fur shed and glued it together into a werewolf costume...points for creativity, but that's disgusting, Mikey. Leo did some light decorating and Mikey was in charge of the spread...until we smelled what was coming from the kitchen and ordered pizza instead. And we watched some B-horror movies!

@lydiadeetzfan Yes, and Halloween was very fun. Beetlejuice, eh? I've always thought the concept was silly; sounds like a name Mikey would throw out. Well, hope you had fun as well!

@big-teddy-bear17 I was Frankenstein's monster, and I decided to call my costume Franken-Don. Mish-mashed a number of loose hardware/spares and I painted some sutures and put some nails on. I'm not sure if I can look as terrifying as the original monster because of my adorable face, hah!

@jessicakeffer995 Happy (belated) Halloween!

[bicho-kromer]

Another halloween drawing :3

This one was a bit rushed because I wanted to finish it for today

Sans as an skeleton

Blue as a vampire

Fell as a werewolf

Killer as saw

Dust as hannibal

Horror as jason

Ink and error as mario and luigi

Nightmare as a plague doctor

Dream as a witch

Geno as a mime

Outer as an alien

Fresh as the coronel from kfc

Epic and cross as stoopid

Reaper as an angel

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Emil Ferris’s long-awaited “My Favorite Thing Is Monsters Book Two”

NEXT WEEKEND (June 7–9), I'm in AMHERST, NEW YORK to keynote the 25th Annual Media Ecology Association Convention and accept the Neil Postman Award for Career Achievement in Public Intellectual Activity.

Seven years ago, I was absolutely floored by My Favorite Thing Is Monsters, a wildly original, stunningly gorgeous, haunting and brilliant debut graphic novel from Emil Ferris. Every single thing about this book was amazing:

https://memex.craphound.com/2017/06/20/my-favorite-thing-is-monsters-a-haunting-diary-of-a-young-girl-as-a-dazzling-graphic-novel/

The more I found out about the book, the more amazed I became. I met Ferris at that summer's San Diego Comic Con, where I learned that she had drawn it over a while recovering from paralysis of her right – dominant – hand after a West Nile Virus infection. Each meticulously drawn and cross-hatched page had taken days of work with a pen duct-taped to her hand, a project of seven years.

The wild backstory of the book's creation was matched with a wild production story: first, Ferris's initial publisher bailed on her because the book was too long; then her new publisher's first shipment of the book was seized by the South Korean state bank, from the Panama Canal, when the shipper went bankrupt and its creditors held all its cargo to ransom.

My Favorite Thing Is Monsters told the story of Karen Reyes, a 10 year old, monster-obsessed queer girl in 1968 Chicago who lives with her working-class single mother and her older brother, Deeze, in an apartment house full of mysterious, haunted adults. There's the landlord – a gangster and his girlfriend – the one-eyed ventriloquist, and the beautiful Holocaust survivor and her jazz-drummer husband.

Karen narrates and draws the story, depicting herself as a werewolf in a detective's trenchcoat and fedora, as she tries to unravel the secrets kept by the grownups around her. Karen's life is filled with mysteries, from the identity of her father (her brother, a talented illustrator, has removed him from all the family photos and redrawn him as the Invisible Man) to the purpose of a mysterious locked door in the building's cellar.

But the most pressing mystery of all is the death of her upstairs neighbor, the beautiful Annika Silverberg, a troubled Holocaust survivor whose alleged suicide just doesn't add up, and Karen – who loved and worshiped Annika – is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Karen is tormented by the adults in her life keeping too much from her – and by their failure to shield her from life's hardest truths. The flip side of Karen's frustration with adult secrecy is her exposure to adult activity she's too young to understand. From Annika's cassette-taped oral history of her girlhood in an Weimar brothel and her escape from a Nazi concentration camp, to the sex workers she sees turning tricks in cars and alleys in her neighborhood, to the horrors of the Vietnam war, Karen's struggle to understand is characterized by too much information, and too little.

Ferris's storytelling style is dazzling, and it's matched and exceeded by her illustration style, which is grounded in the classic horror comics of the 1950s and 1960s. Characters in Karen's life – including Karen herself – are sometimes depicted in the EC horror style, and that same sinister darkness crowds around the edges of her depictions of real-world Chicago.

These monster-comic throwbacks are absolute catnip for me. I, too, was a monster-obsessed kid, and spent endless hours watching, drawing, and dreaming about this kind of monster.

But Ferris isn't just a monster-obsessive; she's also a formally trained fine artist, and she infuses her love of great painters into Deeze, Karen's womanizing petty criminal of an older brother. Deeze and Karen's visits to the Art Institute of Chicago are commemorated with loving recreations of famous paintings, which are skillfully connected to pulp monster art with a combination of Deeze's commentary and Ferris's meticulous pen-strokes.

Seven years ago, Book One of My Favorite Thing Is Monsters absolutely floored me, and I early anticipated Book Two, which was meant to conclude the story, picking up from Book One's cliff-hanger ending. Originally, that second volume was scheduled for just a few months after Book One's publication (the original manuscript for Book One ran to 700 pages, and the book had been chopped down for publication, with the intention of concluding the story in another volume).

But the book was mysteriously delayed, and then delayed again. Months stretched into years. Stranger rumors swirled about the second volume's status, compounded by the bizarre misfortunes that had befallen book one. Last winter, Bleeding Cool's Rich Johnston published an article detailing a messy lawsuit between Ferris and her publishers, Fantagraphics:

https://bleedingcool.com/comics/fantagraphics-sued-emil-ferris-over-my-favorite-thing-is-monsters/

The filings in that case go some ways toward resolve the mystery of Book Two's delay, though the contradictory claims from Ferris and her publisher are harder to sort through than the mysteries at the heart of Monsters. The one sure thing is that writer and publisher eventually settled, paving the way for the publication of the very long-awaited Book Two:

https://www.fantagraphics.com/products/my-favorite-thing-is-monsters-book-two

Book Two picks up from Book One's cliffhanger and then rockets forward. Everything brilliant about One is even better in Two – the illustrations more lush, the fine art analysis more pointed and brilliant, the storytelling more assured and propulsive, the shocks and violence more outrageous, the characters more lovable, complex and grotesque.

Everything about Two is more. The background radiation of the Vietnam War in One takes center stage with Deeze's machinations to beat the draft, and Deeze and Karen being ensnared in the Chicago Police Riots of '68. The allegories, analysis and reproductions of classical art get more pointed, grotesque and lavish. Annika's Nazi concentration camp horrors are more explicit and more explicitly connected to Karen's life. The queerness of the story takes center stage, both through Karen's first love and the introduction of a queer nightclub. The characters are more vivid, as is the racial injustice and the corruption of the adult world.

I've been staring at the spine of My Favorite Thing Is Monsters Book One on my bookshelf for seven years. Partly, that's because the book is such a gorgeous thing, truly one of the great publishing packages of the century. But mostly, it's because I couldn't let go of Ferris's story, her characters, and her stupendous art.

After seven years, it would have been hard for Book Two to live up to all that anticipation, but goddammit if Ferris didn't manage to meet and exceed everything I could have hoped for in a conclusion.

There's a lot of people on my Christmas list who'll be getting both volumes of Monsters this year – and that number will only go up if Fantagraphics does some kind of slipcased two-volume set.

In the meantime, we've got more Ferris to look forward to. Last April, she announced that she had sold a prequel to Monsters and a new standalone two-volume noir murder series to Pantheon Books:

https://twitter.com/likaluca/status/1648364225855733769

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/06/01/the-druid/#oh-my-papa

[esspos]

sooooooo,,,, i’ve finally finished my yuri recommendations list. this is a culmination of about 3ish years of reading yuri manga/manhwa/manhua plus tapas & webtoons and stuff from lezhin as well. i’ve been superrrrrrr busy so i haven’t gotten around to reviewing any stuff in a while or posting stuff so hopefully i can start again soon 😊

- [ ] a monsters wants to eat me (modern) (horror)

- [ ] Bloom into you (modern)

- [ ] mage & demon queen (fantasy isekai but kind of/kind of not) (webtoon)

- [ ] whispering you a love song (modern) (fav romance, puppygirl himari)

- [ ] can’t defy the lonely girl (modern)

- [ ] donuts and a crescent moon (modern, office) (top 5 of all time)

- [ ] kimi to tzuzuru (modern) (extremely depressing)

- [ ] she loves to cook, she loves to eat (modern, kinda serious subject, best couple) (butches 💖)

- [ ] lily marble (modern) (lesbians at the gym, i wonder what they’re gonna do…)

- [ ] a room for two (modern)

- [ ] i’m in love with the villainess (isekai)

- [ ] snow thaw & love letter (modern)

- [ ] my dear lass (modern) (manhua)

- [ ] tamen de gushi (modern) (manhua)

- [ ] a love yet to bloom (modern) (fav currently) (nerdy book lesbians have my heart)

- [ ] goodbye, my rose garden (historical) (manwha)

- [ ] my new friend wasn’t what i was expecting (modern)

- [ ] my food seems to be very cute (modern supernatural) (manwha) (serious and broody femme lesbian vampire x puppygirl werewolf 🐶)

- [ ] beauty and the beast girl (supernatural)

- [ ] hizikan tautology (modern)

- [ ] ayaka is in love with hiriko (modern office)

- [ ] the moon on a rainy night (modern) (a bit more serious)

- [ ] how do we relationship (modern)

- [ ] her tale of shim-cheong (#1 historical yuri) (NOT TOXIC RELATIONSHIP BUT KIND OF, SORT OF, EVERYTHING AROUND THEM IS TOXIC) (manwha)

- [ ] composing spring in this room where cherry blossoms bloom (modern) (fucking depressing jesus christ)

- [ ] introverted gals get out (modern)

- [ ] baili jin among mortals (modern supernatural) (manhua)

- [ ] alcohol and ogre-girls (modern supernatural)

- [ ] maitsuki, niwatsuki, ooyatsuki (modern adult)

- [ ] hana ni arashi (modern)

- [ ] anemone wa netsu o obiru (modern)

- [ ] yamada to kase-san (modern)

- [ ] under one roof today (autobiographical) (these bitches gay, good for them)

- [ ] lillies, voice, wear wind (modern) (ace rep 💖)

- [ ] the two of them are pretty much like this (modern)

- [ ] onna tomodachi to kekkonshitemita (modern)

- [ ] teiji ni agaretara (modern)

- [ ] asagao to kase-san (modern)

- [ ] RUTHLESS (webtoon) (modern) (SHE’S VERY HORNY FOR THE MASC LESBIN)

- [ ] Fatal Kiss (webtoon) (modern supernatural)

- [ ] winter before spring (webtoon) (modern) (kinda depressing)

- [ ] The Greenhouse (tapas) (modern supernatural)

- [ ] Mistranslations (tapas) (modern)

- [ ] Sora & Haena (modern)

- [ ] Best Served Cold (modern) (toxic yuri!!!!)

- [ ] blooming sequence (modern)

- [ ] Getting to Know Grace (historical) (one of the best plots)

- [ ] After the curtain call (modern) (theatre lesbiabs)

- [ ] In my heart (modern)

- [ ] Kiss it goodbye (modern) (baseball masc)

- [ ] Moonlight Garden (historical fiction) (‼️‼️ extremely horny ‼️‼️)

- [ ] A Joyful Life (modern)

- [ ] ghosts of greywoods (historical)

- [ ] pulse (modern)

[streamdotpng]

The streamer Enid au

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Wednesday Addams sighted in San Francisco!

After the recent hit on her latest book: Viper de la Muerte: Lunal Curse, Wednesday Addams mentioned going off the grid for personal reasons. A hiatus from our so studious author? More likely than you think!

But what people definitely didn't think would happen is to see her out in and about in the streets of San Francisco. No one has been able to reach out as to why specifically she is in such a sunny place but the tall figure she was with might just give a hint! Several witnesses have mentioned them being rather close and isn't that so shocking from the usually touch averse writer of gore?

Read more at…

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"Wednesday is here!?" squealed a streamer. She seemed a lot sparkly today, her bangs falling to frame the side of her face and her scars stretched as she smiled brightly at the camera.

This is Enid or Endespair if you want to go by channel name. She is a small twitch streamer who regularly posts her videos on YouTube and is known for her rather upbeat personality. The contrast of such a sunny person is why most would take a peak on how she would react whenever she'd play this year, month or day's horror game.

Safe to say, she reacted like most would do. Very loudly. Atleast at first, until slowly but surely you'd see her screams tamper from a shrill shriek to the barely contained jump. It has her chat becoming nefarious little shits and doing the best they can with horrible timed sound alerts and donations with text to speech.

She also is a werewolf and in a world where most are normies, a lot of people were rather intrigued and some monsterfuckers took solace by lurking in chat.

The mods had to ban a few people when the streamer bared her teeth at a character once or twice. For an outcast, Twitter murmurs that she's rather good at controlling her instincts.

Anyways, talking about Enid's background aside, the reason why she's squealing and clapping her hands like a seal today is for one reason alone.

Wednesday Addams, the ever so revered thriller and horror author. One who is very well known for her graphic depictions of gore in her books. It was a shock to some newcomers when the ever so jumpy Endespair genuinely loves and adores such literature but it definitely painted a confusing picture.

However, it isn't just the books that Enid loves but the author too.

Yeah, chat can put two and two together. Enid was simply a masochistic dog who liked things that scare her. All jokingly said of course, her fans know better than to push boundaries. But the contrast of such a colourful person enjoying all things dark and macabre is the opposites attract trope that most would fall for.

"Do you think I could try to bump into her?" Enid gasps before her brows furrowed. "Wait no that feels kinda creepy, seeking her out like that is weird as hell don't do that guys."

"so true, just go about your daily day and maybe luck will grant you a wish"

"I ROLLL UP IN A NEW BUGATTI"

"woo her with your cute beanies and sweaters!"

"imagine walking around with flowers, she likes black dahlias right?"

"this some gay shit right here"

Enid turned a little red at the support of her making a move towards the author, her cheeks blooming as she pushed up her glasses. "Now guys, it'd be weird if I just came up and besides!" she picked at her nails, a pretty colour of black turning to white, the sparkles of beads shining in the light. "She's here for vacation so let's not be bothersome."

"Tru Tru but who's stopping admiring!?!"

"pull some main character moment and bump into her at the grocery store"

"she's very pretty"

"one day streamer, one day"

The blond sighs, her hands cradling her chin as she pouts. "if only I could see her! Hopefully she's fine with a little hug or maybe a hand shake-" her hands flew about, a cheap attempt to explain. "For someone who only dresses in shades of black and white, she makes it work so well.." a dreamy sigh escapes Enid as she sinks into her arm.

"why's the stream tagged for RE when she's just simpin?"

"games extracting give her a sec"

"bc it's funneh"

"god I can't wait to see how she reacts to the daughters"

"streamer got a type and we will exploit it"

It's the ding of her pc that reminds her that she has a game to play and with a rather dramatic sigh, she straightened up in her seat to stare down at the newly extracted game.

Her brows furrowed as she grinned at the camera.

"Simping time over chat, let's get over my fear of flesh eating zombies over before dinner!" she cheered, clicking onto the new shortcut on her pc. The Pic of a half man and half wolf making her smile as she enters into Resident evil: Village

In an hour or two, the horrified stare of Endespair has people clipping as she watched Ethan get his hand cut and sipped on. The scene made her brows furrowed and her nose scrunched as a look of disgust came over her face.

"Oh God- that's disgusting," the horror in her tone is obvious but the blush splattering across her skin made others think that something was running through her head.

Enid ends the stream with a slump against her seat, a whole eight hours spent on the game as she finishes the Dimitrescu castle. It shouldn't have taken so long but she got distracted, lost and very confused so many times she considered quitting once or twice by the fifth hour.

Chat was as unhelpful as always but some donors took pity and helped her out. Luckily, after hours of mind numbing game play, she got through it.

As Ethan stumbles into the church and she saves, for some reason the sight of a typewriter brings a rather beautiful smile on her face as she leant on a hand. Chat chitters at the bared teeth, cheering and spamming.

“YOOOO ANOTHER CLIP FOR THE MONSTERFUCKERS”

“Those teef are BIG”

“With the headphones youd think she’s a normal”

“Lowkey forgot shes a werewolf until this, im so thankful for the reminder”

It makes Enid blink as she notices the rather fast speed chat. She rolls her eyes and gives a tight lipped smile this time, shoulders shaking at the influx of sad and pleading emojis.

So once the beating of her heart finally slowed, she couldn't help the sigh of relief as she sunk deeper into her comfy ass chair. But, such peace didn't last and her ears burned when she vividly remembered black gothic clothes on women.

When Enid managed to catch her breath and sit up, she pointed at the cam with way too bright cheeks.

"You guys know how I react to people in black!" she pulled her glasses off, rubbing at her eyes as she waved the frames around. "I should've known when you all clamoured for RE:8 instead of the fourth remake, yall are so luck-"

There's a ring of a phone and almost immediately, she perks up, nearly throwing her headphones off her hair as she stands to get her phone.

The stream ends suddenly after that.

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Raven in love? Wednesday Addams seen with an unidentified man in San Francisco!

To think the ever so elusive Wednesday Addams would be out with a person today! We are just as shocked as you readers.

Our sources have seen the oldest Addams seemingly pressed next to this unidentified man in a park far from any noticeable place. Perhaps… Star crossed lovers? From the photos, the two would be friendly if this was any other person but to the Wednesday Addams, this is a completely different stance!

Read more in…

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[derangedanomaly]

UNDERTALE MASTERLIST

Started: 11/26/2023

Updated: 2/19/2024

UNDERTALE MASTERLIST 2

UNDERTALE MASTERLIST 3

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IMAGINES:

Imagine 1#

SANSES:

SANS (Undertale):

Fem!cat reader

Having a crush on you

Medusa reader (Female)

NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

Comedian reader

Swap (Underswap):

Having a crush on you

His s/o is a skeleton (pt.2)

NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

Genie reader

Fell (Underfell):

Having a crush on you

NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

Dream (Dreamtale):

His s/o is a skeleton (pt.2)

NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

Genie reader

Dream comforting reader (Short fic)

Nightmare (Dreamtale):

Hate you so (short FIC)

Reaction to a ghost reader

Reaction to a zombie reader (Female)

Reaction to artist reader (Male)

The God of Death reader

Weird sleep (Male reader)

Demon slayer reader

Tracing shapes on his tentacles

His s/o is a skeleton

NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

Comedian reader

Genie reader

Being the Bad Sanses BFF (Platonic)

Sweet Werewolf reader (Female)

Killer (Something new):

Reaction to a ghost reader

Reaction to a zombie reader (Female)

Reaction to artist reader (Male)

The God of Death reader

Demon slayer reader

His s/o is a skeleton

NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

Comedian reader

Genie reader

Being the Bad Sanses BFF (Platonic)

Sweet Werewolf reader (Female)

Reader with a flat chest

Dust (Dusttale):

Reaction to a ghost reader

Reaction to a zombie reader (Female)

Reaction to artist reader (Male)

The God of Death reader

Demon slayer reader

His s/o is a skeleton

NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

Comedian reader

Genie reader

Being the Bad Sanses BFF (Platonic)

Sweet Werewolf reader (Female)

Horror (Horrortale):

Reaction to ghost reader

Reaction to a zombie reader (Female)

Reaction to artist reader (Male)

The God of Death reader

His s/o is a skeleton

NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

Genie reader

Being the Bad Sanses BFF (Platonic)

Sweet Werewolf reader (Female)

Ink (Inktale):

His s/o is a skeleton (pt.2)

NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

Genie reader

Cross (XTale):

Reaction to ghost reader

Reaction to a zombie reader (Female)

With Gn!Reader that got a surgery

Reaction to artist reader (Male)

The God of Death reader

NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

Comedian reader

Reader with a flat chest

Error (Errortale):

Reaction to ghost reader

Reaction to a zombie reader (Female)

Reaction to artist reader (Male)

The God of Death reader

Demon slayer reader

His s/o is a skeleton (pt.2)

NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

Genie reader

Being the Bad Sanses BFF (Platonic)

Sweet Werewolf reader (Female)

Fresh (Underfresh):

With Gn!Reader that got surgery

NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

Epic (Epic tale):

The God of Death reader

Demon slayer reader

NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

Reaper (Reapertale):

The God of Death reader

NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

Berry (Swapfell):

Medusa reader (Female)

NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

Sci (ScienceTale):

Being his BFF (platonic)

PAPYRUSES:

Papyrus (Undertale):

Carrot (Underswap):

Edge (Underfell):

Caramel (Horrortale):

Medusa reader (Female)

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

I really loved the werewolf! sanford you wrote! I was wondering if you could do a follow up where someone on the team accidentally turns the reader? (maybe Hank or Sanford himself)

It's another werewolf! All dressed up in sheep's wool, and changing when the moons full. Can you show me the way?

Werewolf!Sanford x Demigirl!Reader P2

CW: Reader gets hurt, whole team gets hurt, descriptions of gore, vomit and body horror.

[Part 1] - will link later lol

Deimos had the zoomies, sprinting back and forth from your bedroom to the front door, his toes tip tapping with impatience and excitement. It'd been a couple months since you started going on hunts with the boys, always on Sanford's broad back, the night air fresh in your lungs, hair blown by the wind.

The boys felt safe enough to transform inside the base with you around, seeing as you could open the door to let them out. "I'm coming, hold your horses Dei." You chuckled as he ran up again, whining softly with puppy eyes, ears drawn back.

Something softly headbutted your back, and you turned to see Doc, who strolled passed and sat by the door. Hurry up. He was patient, yes, but even he was starting to get bored of waiting.

There was a scuffling noise in the kitchen, and you wandered over to see Hank with their head inside the bin, rummaging around for some leftovers. He turned to look at you, a chicken leg bone in his mouth. Yesterday's scraps, tonight's lunch.

Sanford padded out of your room, yawning widely, chuffing softly as he nuzzled his cold nose into your hand. "You ready Fordie?" He licked your palm, and you headed to the door, both wolves trailing behind.

Dei yipped in excitement, his feet tapping away still. He was the quickest of the pack, always sprinting around while outside, a supercharged battery burning off its excess energy.

Opening the door, the four wolves exited first, Deimos running off ahead, Doc walking behind, clearly intent on waiting until the door was secure as usual. Hank was still gnawing away at their treat, enjoying the marrow seeping out at they cracked and splintered the old bone. Sanford took a few paces outside, before laying down so you could climb on his back.

You pet Doc's head, setting the lock on the door before hopping into Sanford's back. "Alright furry boys, let's ride!"

Hank took off after Deimos, being easily swallowed by the night as the full moon was obscured by heavy clouds. Doc and Sanford followed, keeping pace with each other. It was routine, Deimos and Hank would run off up front, San and Doc taking up the rear, though rarely did they stray too far from each other.

The strength of a wolf is his pack, and the strength of a pack is the wolf. You could feel Sanford's heart beating against your thigh, his chest heaving as he ran along, his heavy paws thudding along, coughing up earth with his claws.

Up ahead, Deimos and Hank were atop a cliff, the smaller wolf looking skyward, awaiting for the very brief window when the moon would be visible. The three of you caught up, and you got off Sanford's back, the wolves grouping together to call a hunt.

A slither of silver shone in the sky, and Doc threw back his head, letting out a mournful howl, which was joined in a chorus by the rest. Butterflies filled your stomach, and you couldn't resist, howling with them too. And the moon vanished, hiding herself away for this night.

Hank threw you a questioning look, before marching down the cliff side, uninterested in you. Doc approached, nudging you with his head before turning to follow Hank. Deimos was wagging his tail, giving a soft awoo and giving a playful bow. Like Doc, he rubbed against you before waiting at the cliff.

San came up last, rubbing his face affectionately against you, rubbing his scent all over you. He'd asked you to be his partner recently, and you agreed excitedly. He'd given you a whole new happier life, of course you'd want to share it with him.

He bowed again, letting you climb atop, getting a good grip of his neck fur as you leaned into him, the cliff was pretty steep, staying low was the best way to keep safe and on top of your ride.

Together Dei and San raced, kicking up rocks in their wake, excitement flooding your veins. You weren't super into the killing, but the pack activities really helped bond you with the boys, they offered you more physical affection. Deimos was always trying to snuggle with you and Sanford, Doc would touch your hair softly as he passed by, Hank would... sometimes offer you a thumbs up.

Despite not being a wolf, you fit perfectly into the pack, as a pack mate, and as Sanford's girlfriend. Once again you hopped off his back, ahead of you stood a band of vampires. Stepping back, you tightly gripped the silver crucifix Doc had given you, the bottom of it had been sharpened like a knife, a powerful weapon for banishing supernatural beasts of all shapes and sizes.

"Fuck 'em up boys." At your command, the wolves lunged forward, the turf war underway. The wolves, all being skilled fighters in normal life, had the upper hand, and with their blood being corrosive to vampire's innards, it was sure to be a massacre.

Coloured blood painted the streets, neon leaking on every surface. Even the werewolves' badass bitch managed to take down one or two, Doc's gift proving to be incredibly useful.

Blood splashed into Hank's eyes, they were temporaily blinded, and with no arms to wipe the blood away, they latched onto the nearest thing that wasn't a wolf and smelled of vampires.

You screamed as his teeth dug in, and instantly he let go, realising his mistake. Deimos ripped the intestines of the last vamp standing, while Doc spun on his paws, noticing you crumple to the ground, clinging to your mauled arm.

"Hank you bastard!" Sanford snarled, lunging at him, the two sending fur and blood flying as they fought, San in pure rage, and Hank in self defence.

Doc raced over, Deimos following behind, both scared. "What happened?" Dei looked to Doc, eyes stricken with terror. "Vampire?"

"It was Hank. Sanford and I saw it." Doc nuzzled his face against you, licking your wound, but the pain didn't subside as it had with Sanford all those months back, it felt like acid was pouring into your skin.

"IT BURNS!" You dropped your weapon, Doc smelled burnt flesh and he nudged your hand, the silver having left a scald. The pain was overwhelming, you'd even missed out on the fact you could understand the wolves words now.

"SANFORD! STOP! She's going to turn!" Doc barked out, and a bloodied up Sanford tossed Hank aside before laying next to you, Hank had gotten a good few bites and scratches into his already wounded body.

"You.. I'm sorry, I didn't protect you princess." His golden eyes filled with hurt and pain, pain of being unable to protect his partner, his woman.

Agony filled your body, bones creaking and starting to reshape, nails splitting into claws, blood and teeth flooded out your mouth, old human ones forced out as new wolf ones formed in, round, sharp, capable of splitting flesh from bone.

There were no words to describe the hell your fragile body was going through, spine cracking and extending, legs bending unnaturally to take on new form. Blood, snot and tears flooded from your face, and it tore Sanford up, because there was nothing any of them could do to ease the suffering.

"They're going to be okay, right?" Deimos sounded panicked.

"Of course they are. She's always had a wolf's strength. Only now they've got the body to go along with the spirit." Doc put his tail around Dei's back, and Dei leaned into his father figure, whining softly.

Your body felt like it was on fire, a mixture of blood and puke rolled out of your mouth, your claws scraping up the concrete road. Bright wolf eyes opened, scanning the rest of her pack, seeing them in a whole new perspective.

"I know it hurts." Sanford placed his muzzle over yours, body twitching and settling into its new self. "The first few always do. But your body will get used to it. And they will never be as painful as the first one, that's when the worst changes happen. We've all been through it princess."

You rested your face into San's thick neck fur, his once off putting dog smell now appealing. "D-does.. t-this me--mean I get to bite the n-next one who joins u-us?" The joke fell flat, but Sanford licked your muzzle.

Hank took a step forward, and Sanford snarled at him, ready to attack if he advanced again. "I.. I'm sorry. It was an accident. Blood in my eyes. Instinct to bite."

"You are banished from the pack tonight. You will spend the night alone, and as many moons as it takes for her to forgive you." Doc commanded, his teeth bared. "Is that clear?"

"No." You eyed Doc, who's ears went backwards.

"I'm sorry?"

"Hank will not be punished like that. While I don't forgive them for what they've done to me, I will not deprive them of one of the only comforts they know." Your grey fur bristled.

"Are you sure?" Sanford mumbled lowly, never taking his eyes off Hank.

"Yes. You taught me the way of the wolf, and depriving them of that is cruel. But make no mistake, you are not to touch me, in any shape or form, my body is not yours to lay a claw or fang on again. You will have to do a lot to earn forgiveness, but if you try, perhaps you will."

Taking the lead, you turned and began heading towards home, each step painful as bones and muscles had to adjust to their new positions and lengths, black tipped tail hanging limp. Sanford followed, Dei behind him, Doc next, and Hank bringing up the rear.

"You are lucky," Doc growled. "that they are so kind. Even now, she has pared you from isolation, after what you've done."

"I know." Hank's tail was slightly between their legs.

Doc stopped in his tracks, letting the three of you get a lead, just enough to be out of earshot. "Besides, you owe Sanford an apology too."

"How so?"

"He wanted to change them himself." Doc gave a wolfy chuckle before plodding onwards, leaving Hank to ponder a moment. They would let their packmates nurse each others wounds, allowing their own to scab over without help, a self inflected punishment.

They trudged along, a space next to Doc was calling his name in the den bed. A space that was furthest from Sanford and his mate.

[pigeonstab]

Dust and Horror designs for the college au!

I wanted to reference Dust's Korean-ness so I put him in a hanbok and also! there is a sort of vampire equivalent in Korean Mythology called "구미호" or Kumiho for us non Korean speakers and it's like a fox lady that wander cemeteries and feasts on the hearts (or livers) of men, but what I really liked was that they have a pearl they keep in their mouth said to be what gives them their power, they use it by kissing men and forcing the pearl inside the man's mouth to steal his energy, so I associated the pearl with Dust's glowing eye.

Horror is inspired by Northern american trappers, he gets pelts to sell (idk why they'd need money but still. I guess for Killer's endeavors) and for winter for the coven, it also means he can kill and skin rival werewolves which I thought was just the right amount of horrifying lol

[blackgoldaster]

Gaster concept: "Benevolent" Eldritch Horror Gaster

Imagine this: Gaster as an absolutely horrifiying eldritch abomination whose mysteryman form is simply what we comprehend him as....but he's also a genuinly nice man and kind person whose just lonely, yet who shows said kindness in warped ways.

As he's completely eldritch, his sense of affection is a bit warped. He has a tendency to surround and even absorb beings into his goopy body as his definition of a hug, and his body happens to be the void itself, and within the void he tends to experiment on beings as his love language. These experiments are usually painless tho and can even feel pleasurable, its just that people who arent used to it get scared shitless by it.

he does other stuff too of course (also all painless ), such as puppeteering people to help them on their (hero's) journey, tell people they live in a fictional world so they dont have to worry about real world stuff, create stories for the beings to inhabit so they can have a fun time (by his definition), melt beings into amalgamates so they wont be lonely, shapeshift beings into blasters so they can be cool werewolf dragons, and overal, lots of stuff that would be disturbing to us, but gaster just sees as the most polite and kind thing ever.

Sans and Papyrus are used to it, of course, as they are fragments of him that sorta split of from him (or perhaps were created by him?), and see him as their weird higher self who loves them very much, and is just unusual in showing it. They have been subject to many of his experiments (cuz he loves them!) yet they strangely manage a healthy balance between the sanity of the mortal world and the insanity that is gaster. If a person wants to turn back to normal from being amalgafied, blasterfied or experimented on, Sans and Papyrus are usually there to suprevise Gaster and convince him to undo the worst of the "damage" on them so they can still function in society. Suprisingly tho, there are some that decide to stay with Gaster, who people call his "followers".

As Sans and Papyrus are parts of him (its unclear if they consider him their father or their higher self), they too, have inherited several of his powers, such as willingly transforming themselves into werewolf dragon blasters, summoning their own void goop or glitch or spacetime powers, taking on gasters mysteryman scars or reaper-like forms etc. They also love to roleplay with Gaster by making several personas using their eldritch void powers and then making stories. Strangely enough, these stories, as well as all the nasty rumours that have been spread about Gaster, seem to have impacted universes outside their own, as Gaster reported seeing other skeletons doing similar "roleplays" as themselves.

They are also protective of each other. Usually, everyone is too scared to do anything bad but if someone dares do something they really dont like, things may not be so painless anymore. (Altho they wont be killed, and if the person regrets it (which they will after enough punishment has past), they will be let go or even be put through therapy).

[corujalesbica]

Why would you wear black to a wedding

A wenclair story!

Chapter 2 ➡️

Enid was absolutely and utterly fucked. Screwed. Really, at her worse moment. She looked out the window, her eyes glaring the falling rain. If she managed to pack her things fast enough, she thought, maybe she could run away when the rain ceased. Live in the mountains, away from everyone and everything. With only mother nature and sadness as her company. Forever forced to hide and...

"Tá la la lã" Her buzzing phone got her out of her family issues induced anxiety spiral. It was on her bed, the screen shinning in bright blue in the dark room.

Yoko, my beautiful bestie

Yo you guys wanna come over and watch a movie or smt

Gaslight gatekeep girlboss

Depends. I refuse to watch any more of enids sad ass homo rom coms

Upon reading that, Enid threw herself in her old bed, reaching for her phone.

You

Hey!!! My rom coms aren't sad!

Gaslight gatekeep girlboss

Yes they are. If I have to watch 1 more scene with kissing people in the rain Ill throw myself off a cliff.

Yoko, my beautiful bestie

It's fine babes, we can watch a horror movie.

How could Yoko betray her like that ? Where was the friends before partners unspoken rule ?

You

I AM NOT watching a freaking horror movie. I'll have nightmares for weeks!!!

Yoko, my beautiful bestie

We can watch the Fear street trilogy. It has gays in it and shit.

You

You're just taking Biancas side because she's ur gf that is soooooo unfair

Yoko , my beautiful bestie

No, I'm taking her side cause u made us watch crush with you 7 times and I liked it at first but now my experience is ruined because I know all the freaking lines

You

........

Gaslight gatekeep girlboss

Enid ?

You

OKAY THEN we'll watch fear street or whatvs

Enid sighted, letting go off her phone. It was nice to be back home, thought third wheeling wasn't exactly her favorite thing to do. She looked around, and some of her old plushies looked back. Being in San Francisco felt... Different, this time. Maybe it was because of her brothers wedding this summer. And just maybe, it was because she herself was a bit different.

One way or the other, she was happy to get a break from college, to be back from Colorado. Her room there was boring as fuck, with its gray walls and metal desk. This, was much better. Someone knocked on the door, and Enid suddenly remembered why her gray room in Colorado felt as freeing as it was ugly. Her mom stepped in without waiting for permission.

" Enid. Dear"

" Yes, mom ?" The girl reluctantly looked her mother's way, shifting position so they were facing each other.

" When will we met your lovely - totally real - partner ? It must be before your brothers and Daysis wedding. You know, dearest, a werewolf needs a partner! Someone to take care of you in full moon nights, and someone to protect when you're- "

" -when I'm old and alone and hated by humans. I know mom. I told you already, youll met her soon enought! She can't get here before Dave's wedding, she has finals... "

"Well, she must find a way! I will not settle for meeting such a person only at the wedding! And if you're lying to me Enid, you will regret it" she step closer, her browns furrowed, her mouth downward in an expression Enid knew all too well. She shrieked on instintic. "You have three days to bring her here or else you're dumping her and going to the ceremony with Samantha Diologious daughter, Celine. And that's final."

The older woman left then, and Enid held her breath until she couldn't hear her mother's steps anymore.

You see, Enid needed a partner for her brothers Dave, wedding, and her love life wasn't exactly going well. Her last girlfriend dumped her after cheating, and broke her delicate heart in a million pieces. Since then she had gone on multiple dates with her mothers warnings in mind, but none of them wanted to go to a strangers wedding nor did they want to see her again after she asked.

She had even got as desperate as to ask Yoko to pretend a break up with Bianca and be her fake date but her girlfriend wasn't the fondest of that idea. With a sight Enid asked herself how the actual fuck she would get a date willing to go with her to the ceremony in three days. Because there was no way she was going with Celine Diologious. Celine was a self centered, cruel person who would always kiss Enid against her will when her mother forced her to go on dates with the girl. Enid protests and complains about harassment were useless, which of course had nothing to deal with the fact that the Diologious were rich, and prestigious among the werewolf community.

Maybe some miracle would happen and Enid would end up with a beautiful, nice girl in her arms just in time to not have to expose her lies to her mother, who had almost made her phone stop working with all the messages she sent before Enid invented this fake girl. Maybe everything would work out.

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It was late at night, Bianca and Yoko asleep beside her, while Enid scrolled mindlessly through her Instagram. The movie wasn't as bad as she thought was gonna be, though she was sure that had more to do with the fact that she gat gotten used to the blood and the gore being a werewolf than with it not being scary.

She yawned, Yoko had a spare mattress in her room for nights like this, and at some point, she would have to wake up the cuddling girls beside her. The girl decided to get some water so she could take her medicine and be ready to sleep before waking her friends up. Yokos house was huge, but she was used to it. Her parents were probably out, always bloodthirsty vampires in the night. She respected that, thought it was easier dealing with Yoko, who got along with humans better for being a vegetarian.

There were piles and piles of books scattered around the house, when he wasn't sucking blood, her friends dad was a book worm. Even in the kitchen, books and notebooks full of Yokos moms notes filled the shelves you would usually see food in. As she filled a glass of water, Enid saw something shine in silver in the corner of her eye.

She kneeled beside it, a book with a black and silver cover thrown carelessly on the floor. She opened it, curiosity getting the best of her, and was met with words that started whispering to her, floating around her head and calling her name. The phrases told stories old and magical, and Enid lost track of time as she flipped through the pages. Countless spells were explained throughly, and she stopped as she found one that got her attention.

For the old and new, the sweet and bitter

To do the ritual, you have to be witter

Call the curse holder in desperate help

And in your aid, the witch will come

Enid had a terrible idea.

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You see, Yokos parents weren't really gonna miss the book. They had thousands of them, including dozens and dozens of witchcraft books, just like this one. She would return it in a few days anyways, but her brothers wadding was a day and a half away, and she was far beyond desperate.

The circle she drew in her rooms floor was adorned by lit candles and black roses. In the center, all kinds of offerings Enid could think of rested in a bowl, from candy bars to dead mouses (ew), because she had no idea what the witch would like, and the book wasn't all that specific on the ritual.

Finally, she sat on the floor and closed her eyes. Usually, Enid had a hard time remembering the information she read, but for some reason, the words for the spell were stuck in her head, repeating over and over again. She said the verses out loud three times as the clock struck midnight, too late for anyone in the house to hear her. The canddles went out, leaving her in complete darkness. For a whole minute, Enid breathed hard in slight disappointment but sweet relief, thinking the ritual didn't work. But as opened her eyes a dark figure stood in front of her.

The person wore all black and irradiated a cruel energy. Two dark eyes stared at her from the very center of her circle, looking like they were able to see into her very soul. She got up, her legs shaking, turned her phones flashlight up and before her...

Before her stood a petite girl with black hair. She had a braid resting in each of her shoulders and a notebook in her hands. Her face was delicate, beautiful sharp angles, and an expression that berayed no emotion. Enid calmed down then, not quite knowing where to start her request for the witch.

" Hum... I... I mean-"

"You have summoned me." The girls before her said. " I will therefore fulfill your wishes of revenge and blood"

"I don't want-"

"However," the girl interrupted her. "You must give me something in exchange for my services. What are you willing to give up on for this, Ms ?

"Sinclair. Enid Sinclair."

"Wednesday Addams"

They looked at each other, both a bit astonished.

"I gathered some stuff for you," Enid gestured awkwardly to her offerings. The girl looked her dead in the eyes and, without so much as blinking, caught a chocolate bar with gum flavored filling between the tip of her fingers. With the most disgust Enid had ever seen anyone show for anything, Wednesday put the candy bar in front of her face. " This ?"

"Yeah ?" The werewolf paused, not knowing what to do. "There's also some dead mouses if you'd like". The Addams girl sighed in exasperation, and rolled her eyes.

"I have been holding the family's curse for three years now, since turning eighteen. And not once in those 1095 days has such a moron summoned me. What do you want, disgustingly pink girl ?"

Enid wanted to be offended, she really did. She was whoever, wearing her most neon pajamas in that moment, pink panthers silly face painted with glitter in her shirt. Also, she was really, really desperate and not at all, wanting to have to deal with her mom.

"Look" she says, sitting down, too tired to care what the witch would think of her "I need a date for my brother's wedding. It is crucial I bring someone, and I was kinda hoping whoever I summoned could help me find a person my age to go with me. But, oh well, to my very surprise you are the one I summoned and also a person my age so maybe you could go with me? Do you want some of my blood in exchange for it ? Or maybe teeth ? I've heard if you mix dust made from a werewolf's teeth with fairy hair you can grow plants faster or something…" She shut up then, a finger on her tin and the knowledge she had been talking for way too long doing lops inside her head. Her eyelids were heavy, she just wanted to go to sleep.

"You want… A date ?" The Wednesday girl looked more than disgusted now, almost like she would prefer to wear Enid's pink panther pj's. She furrowed her brows, in an expression Enid thought she wouldn't be able to decipher even if she was fairly awake.

"Okay." The witch said. "I'll be your date to the wedding. This relationship is purely professional, however. And I have several ground rules. And I'll need you to-"

Before she could finish it, Enid had gotten up, wide eyed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She smiled, a weight she hadn't know she'd been caring suddenly lifted from her shoulders. "Oh my God, can I hug you ? Would that be OK? It's alright if it's not, but really, thank you!"

"You may not hug me" The girl took a step back "And I'll only attend the wedding on the condition you come with me to the Addams family reunion in two months. I need a partner for the blood ritual."

"Of course! Is that your only condition ?"

Wednesday took a second to think to herself. "Yes" she said carefully. "Do we have a deal ?" She extended her hand, and Enid shook it, delicate but strong fingers with black nails meeting her rough ones. " Yes we, do , Ms Addams" she said cheerfully.

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This was supposed to be a one shot...

I'll link chapter 2 when it's up

[feralhippie]

A Wolf in hippie’s clothing.

To humans lucky enough not to cross his path when he's hungry, he's just the friendly neighborhood dealer living in his van. To other supernaturals & his closest human friends, he's a proud werewolf who's been living the hippie lifestyle since the 1960's.

🍃 Fandomless & selective werewolf oc. Mainly horror themed. 21+ only, as this blog will contain gore, body horror, drug use, & other adult content. Open to OC's, AU's & most fandoms. Written by Leaf.

☮️ ASK

☮️ BIO

☮️ RULES

☮️ MEMES

☮️ VERSES

☮️ OPEN STARTERS

☮️ MUSINGS

More info under cut

Full name: Kale 

Species: Werewolf

Birthdate: February 16, 1946

Birthplace: San Francisco, California

Age: Looks to be in his late thirties , but is actually 78.

Zodiac: Aquarius,

Gender: Male

Sexual orientation: pansexual ( slight preference for men )

Occupation: Drug dealer of soft drugs/ sketchy odd jobs. 

Residence: Lives in his camper van 

Personality: Laid back, sweet, spacey (due to decades of soft drug use), peaceful in human form, crafty, eager to avoid conflict, won’t fight back if attacked (unless he has a chance to transform), paranoid. 

Hobbies: Experimental music, various soft drugs like acid and weed, dumpster diving, New age spirituality, meditation, artwork, playing the drums. 

APPEARANCE  

Height: 6’0

Build: lanky. 

Faceclaim: Paul Dano 

Hair: Long brown hair, headband around his forehead. 

Eyes: Brown (sometimes yellow). 

Attire: Dresses like a hippie. 

WEREWOLF TRAITS

Strengths: Can transform at will, can outrun any human in wolf form, stronger than any normal human in wolf form, enhanced hearing and sense of smell. 

Weaknesses: Can be hurt or killed by silver, wolfsbane will force him to reveal some werewolf features. 

Transformations: Can transform at will, but will always transform on the full moon. Silver can prevent transformations anytime except the full moon. As they’re very painful and take huge amounts of energy, there’s a limit per day. 

Temperament: Very feral , even in human form. On full moons he is completely driven by instinct and is very aggressive but other times he’s in wolf form it’s more 50/50.

Appearance in wolf form: From a distance he looks like a big wolf, including walking on all fours. His proportions and face are unsettling if you look closer, as they don’t match a normal wolf’s. 

Lifespan: Longer lived, with some werewolves making it to 200- 300 years old. 

Diet: Needs a significant amount of meat (preferring human in wolf form). Eats raw meat, even in ‘human’ form. 

Tag Dump:

🐺 // A wolf in hippie’s clothing ( about) 

☮️ // Your energy is beautiful ( likes )

💊 // Space cadet. ( drabbles ) 

🍃 // on a smoke break ( queue ) 

🌕 // off howling at the moon ( ooc )

🪞 // Stranger with a wolfish grin ( face )

 🌿  // Get to know the wolfman ( musings )

 🌙  // The wolf with all the answers ( answered )

☮️ // Meme love not war ( memes )

  v; I was a teenage werewolf - Newly turned verse

  v; Werewolves in space - Star Trek AU

  v;Champion of the endless hunt  - High Fantasy AU 

[the-himawari]

A3! Usui Masumi - Translation [SSR] Haunted Butler (3/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Izumi: (Tomorrow is finally the Halloween event.) (The announcement also went well… I wonder what kind of costumes everyone is going to wear tomorrow?)

Citron: Come on, Masumi. Hurry up and come over here!

Masumi: No.

Sakuya: Don’t say that. Let Director have a look!

Izumi: You three… are those your costumes for the big day?

Sakuya: Yes. The three of us plan to wear these costumes to do our street act.

Citron: We are going to make everyone shudder with a bloody horror!

Izumi: Really now? (Their costumes are more cute that scary though… I wonder what kind of bloody horror it’ll be?)

Masumi: …I asked these two to prepare my costume, but they dropped the ball. I asked them because they said they would choose a cool costume that would captivate you.

Citron: We chose it correctly!

Sakuya: Yeah. You look cool, Masumi-kun!

Option 1: “I think it’s great too!”

Izumi: I think it’s great too!

Masumi: You like it, Director?

Izumi: Yeah. It suits you.

Masumi: Have I captivated you?

Izumi: EH!? Um… I wonder about that.

Option 2: “You can really feel the Halloween vibe!”

Izumi: You can really feel the Halloween vibe!

Masumi: It does fit the vibe like you said, but I wish the costume was cooler.

Izumi: What kind are of costume are you thinking of?

Masumi: Like Dracula or a werewolf…

Izumi: I see. So you like those kinds of costumes, huh?

Izumi: But I think that costume is fantastic since it balances out Sakuya-kun and Citron-kun’s ghosts.

Masumi: I thought so too.

Citron: He is way too good at changing his mind with the flick of a snitch!

Sakuya: Flick of a snitch…? Ah, could you possibly mean… flip of a switch?

Citron: That’s it!

*door opens*

Taichi: Director-sensei! What do you think about our costumes?

Izumi: Oh, you and Yuki-kun chose wizard costumes! Those bring back memories. I also thought this before, but these costumes really are high-quality!

Yuki: Of course they are.

Taichi: We plan to put on a street act about twin wizards tomorrow!

Kumon: Director! Look at me too! ROAR!

Izumi: (Everyone looks like they’re having fun. I’m sure the event will turn out well.)

Homare: Everyone appears to be in high spirits.

Izumi: Ah, Homare-san. You’re dressed up as a yokai? Wearing Japanese clothes for Halloween is also refreshing!

Homare: Many thanks. However, this is not all. Now then, here comes the main star.

Itaru: Thank~ you~ for~ waiting~.

Sakuya: I-Itaru-san!?

Citron: Oh! It’s a princess!

Izumi: That really packs a punch…!

Itaru: I asked the kimono shop to borrow it especially for this occasion. With this, we’re gonna win this thing.

Masumi: …

Kumon: So Homare-san is dressed up as a yokai… I thought we were going to wear our onesies together…

Homare: I-is that so? My apologies… In that case, how about I don a combination of a yokai and onesie…!

Masumi: I’ll wear Japanese clothes and leave a fresh impact too.

Izumi: But your current costume looks good on you, Masumi-kun. It’d be a waste to change. I’m really looking forward to your trio’s bloody horror!

Masumi: If you say so, then I’ll wear this costume and get first place tomorrow.

Citron: Masumi is motivated. We are going to terrorize Veludo Way tomorrow!

Sakuya: Let’s do our best together, alright, Masumi-kun!

Masumi: Yeah.

Izumi: I can’t wait to watch your street act!

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