#ah yes the easy halloween costume :3

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Don't worry. Mustache Haskill isn't real. He can't hurt you.

[justonemorechapternicercy]

also. I can haz. Shadowhunters 👉👈*saw the small print* devil!Magnus and angel!Jace (costumes) meeting at a Halloween party :3

I mean, it is not exactly what you asked for 👉👈 okay, it is completely different. But hey, it's angel!Jace and demon!Magnus, so... Almost? 🫣

"I want you to possess me."

It took every ounce of self-control to stop his sclera from flickering black with the sudden intense emotions that ran through his body.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Magnus raised an incredulous eyebrow as the agitated angel walked in front of him back and forth. He must have misheard Feathers. There was an unusually loud crowd in his apartment, partying like there was no tomorrow.

"Pardon?" He took a sip of his drink, savoring the taste of his strawberry wine. That it tasted the same as the little angel smelled was just an unlucky coincidence, he was sure of it.

"I want you to claim me," Jace Too Many Last Names repeated. Magnus took a deep breath, focusing on that part of himself that didn't want to take his sweet, sweet time with the delicious little angel and claim the unsuspecting hunter as HIS.

It was a depressingly small part of him.

Nevertheless, Jace didn't know what he was asking for. Magnus was many things, but he did not do anything without informed consent.

He took another sip as he leaned back to his table. "Why would the perfect little soldier of the Angel want to be claimed by a Downworlder like me?"

A stubborn set of his jaws, no information was forthcoming. "Would you do it or not?"

"Not without an explanation for why you need to be claimed by a demon. It is permanent, you can't just go back on it. You will be mine for as long as you live, and for longer. So I'm asking again: why?"

Tense silence. Then, "So somebody else wouldn't be able to possess me."

Ah.

That explains it.

"Unfortunately if somebody would really want to possess you, being claimed wouldn't really help. They would feel uncomfortable, or unwelcome, but it wouldn't stop them."

"No. But I would be yours."

Magnus narrowed his eyes. "And you think that means- what, exactly?"

Jace smirked with that cocky grin Magnus both adored and hated. It irritated the fuck out of him, and made him ache to dominate the brat even more than usual. He just knew the angel would be the most delicious bratty little sub ever.

"That if anybody would be such a moron to try to possess me, you'd make sure they wouldn't be able to try it again."

Magnus allowed himself a tiny satisfied smirk. "You are quite right about that."

There was a thoughtful look in Jace's eyes, and the half-demon knew what it was about.

"And I would always be able to feel you, Feathers. I'll always know how you are feeling and where you are." With one step, he was standing in front of the little angel. Lowering his voice, he purred, "I would know what exactly you were doing. I would feel your hunger when you forget to eat, I would feel the rushing adrenaline in your veins as you throw yourself in a battle. I would even feel your passion, your want, as if it would be mine. Would you really want something like that?"

There was a soft look in Jace's eyes, something vulnerable, as if one wrong move from Magnus, and he would break beyond healing. It was not just about trying to avoid being possessed without his consent. He wanted to be Magnus'.

And Magnus wanted Jace to be his.

"Yes," Feathers breathed almost too quietly to hear. Then, he said yes louder, more confident. "I want to be yours."

The claiming process was easy enough (he just had to make a shallow cut over Jace's heart, push his magic and blood into the wound and seal it together), but the bonding…

Magnus thought he was ready for anything life could throw in his way. Yet, he was definitely not ready to feel Jace, and to feel himself in Jace.

His previously dormant instincts, his sheer possessiveness was going off the rails, his attention was solely focused on the delicious cocktail of passion, insecurity, depression and love that was Feathers.

It was a heady feeling.

"I… I can feel you," Jace whispered in awe. Magnus could feel that emotion as if it was his. As if Jace was-

Ah.

Jace was his, wasn't he?

Magnus could smell the way their scents mixed, he could smell himself in Jace; a hint of spices that were previously missing. He smelled devine - and more importantly, unmistakably Magnus'.

He drowned in his little angel's feelings. It took everything he could do to stop himself from tasting, inhaling, consuming Jace in every way, shape or form. He wanted to fill Feathers up with himself; he wanted to swallow him whole.

All he wanted was to own Jace's body, soul and mind, to consume him and never let anybody touch him ever again.

So, he did.

The hunter's whole body gets rigid at Magnus' first touch on the healed skin over his heart, but the demon could almost taste the want and the nervous anticipation of his little angel.

Jace's arms wrapped around Magnus, to steady himself and to pull them close to each other. They were chest to chest, their puffs of breath mixed together.

"Magnus. I can feel you in me," Jace breathed, and that was what broke the dam of Magnus' self-control.

He leaned down, kissing Jace. The soft gasp that left Jace's lips allowed his tongue to slip in, to explore Feather's mouth throughout. Jace's hands flew up to clench in Magnus' hair, lightly pulling on it, driving him mad with want.

His little angel was just so damn delicious.

Buried demonic instincts took over. A low, possessive growl rolled up from the base of Magnus' chest, something that was definitely not human.

The answering whine and the rush of foreign hunger was more than enough to know it didn't bother Jace in the slightest.

Feather's knees nearly gave out as he devoted himself to kissing and biting Jace's lips with a feral hunger, the smell of arousal growing thick between them.

[castle-dominion]

5x6 the final frontier

I remember this episode, I am a castle fan from firefly & I loved this episode & the audio commentary & everything about it

We all thought that the guy who got shot was shot with a real thing

derrick storm is a graphic novel, I forgot!

supernovacon? Shiny dsjflksdjfjskh shiny pint sized princess leiea <3

apparently the costume design used some of the old stuff, including stuff from the zombie episodes

14 episodes too many? Oh I was going to watch battlestar galactica that joss whedon show?

JE: Give me Blade Runner - a bleak, dystopian future with sexy replicants. Right? *he & castle bump fists* JE: How about you, Beckett? What do you—?... *stops at her annoyed expression*

RC: Perlmutter, good to see you. SP: Ah, if only the feeling were mutual. a tiny hole? like a bullet hole? SP: No clue

Not all nebula 9 fans will be on that site also ryan pretty af as usual so no need for a pic ig she is so obviously a fan, she could just say "oh plenty of fandoms have websites, I'm sure there is one for neb9"

lol her face when he walks in KR: Oh, I tried to talk to him, but he said he needed a minute to “Muse upon the fragile nature of human life.”

& may fortune guide her journey? really? also that booty tho I love how castle has the chance to meet someone even more egotistical than him

Never meet your heroes

Aww webisodes, that's cute af! I'm a big fan of fanfiction you're allowed to like a show even if it is bad who is this man!? also she went by k-becks? your WHAT NOW? Henry Barnett: You should've seen her as Lieutenant Chloe. Oh, wait. You can! fracking, I heard that mostly in battlestar galactica

RC: Look at my life. (whisper) My dreams come true.

KB: Perlmutter. SP: Detective Beckett. RC: Perlmutter. SP: And non-detective Castle.

that is a hell of a burn SP: Well, as much as it pains me, Mr. Castle is… [marginally or largely] correct.

KB: How is it possible that she's killed by a laser? RC: Easy. Someone shot her with a laser gun. Or maybe she was already dead when she was killed by the laser gun, or she was drugged, I'm sure you would have to sit there for at least a halfminute to burn through that much flesh

KB: Nice one coming from the guy with a life-size Boba Fett in his bathroom. a WHAT

"blasphemous" lmao

KB: posessing a... RC: Laser blaster! KB: ....... laser blaster

this scene with ryan showing the pic on his phone was filmed at 4am bc they screwed up the schedule JE: First of all, ma'am, I must ask you, uh…how are you keeping those leaves on there like that? NEBULA NINE EVE: Why don't you pull on one and find out? JE: *staring at her (eyes)*

Maybe you can't translate well but you can say yes or no... right?

*writes her number on her boob leaf* *esposito looks more uncomfortable than pleased tbh* *she took his pen* (probably glued on)

"obvi" teenager english lol

Castle shut up lol

also I'm still stuck on the fact that they just pulled castle away from his signing

ew weird bug thingy what

Becks u can say "according to my intel" u literally said it launched your career tho?

Nikki heat type pose

Drunk? in the middle of the day? two lieutenant chloes lmao I don't like espt's shirt.

oh my god!!! ALEXIS??? Dressed like what castle? she is not dressed at all apparently the cast was all weirded out bc they kind of movie-raised her since she was a teen you know what good for her she is allowed to do what she wants ig...

Yo cops they paid good money for this!

RC: Then you wouldn't mind relinquishing your weapon. good word gabriel winters is so annoying *shoots it* *it works, & works way too well & tbh they should have been wearing eye protection* mUZZLE CONTROL "Zap" said the lady

As you wish <3 NO SHE IS NOT A FULL GROWN WOMAN, SHE IS A VERY YOUNG WOMAN, plus, you two wanted it in the privacy of your own home!

"what kind of idiot does that" *looks at him* how bad can it be? "burning" desire XP

ryan pretty he so pretty always love his outfits, i love how he has a vest but no tie

KR: This is like the Halloween from hell. JE: Oh, yeah, this is probably too lowbrow for you, huh? You're probably into that boring-ass intellectual kind of sci-fi, like Gattaca ((loved that one)) or 2001. The monolith-- what the hell was that? KR: Don't ask me. No, no, swords and sorcery, that's more my thing, like, uh, Lord of the Rings. ((Ooh ryan is a fantasy guy)) [Esposito looks Ryan over. not gay at all] JE: Yeah, I could probably see you as an elf. Or a hobbit. ((bro you are not much taller!)) KR: HOLD ON THAT WAS THE LONE RANGER Esposito is a fan? he could use the excuse that he did some research for the case ryan doesn't make fun of YOU!

*authorized personnel only door in portal* "that means me!" oH NO ARE THOSE LASERS EVIL?

love donnely. apparently his shirt caused a ton of fighting on set & yet it is capable of great damage? Why did you make it harmful then? You could have made it so it feels warm when you get shot, maybe even hot, but this thing is deadly!

What kind of protection? Probably goggles Hm, license plates Castle, bringing the convo back to needing protection

*cut to castle still being concerned & feeling his face* *beckett talking abt the symbolism* ofc he'd be concerned abt his hair

alexis XD.

S name! esposito seems like he may have a nice outfit but I can't tell

*The elevator opens in front of them with a ding and Castle is there, looking anxious* RC: Hey. Tell me, you guys, do you think my hair is thinning?

*espt looking at his head with a grimace* *castle flinches* he's just playing with him Also why did castle not go wit hthem> isn't he supposed to be shadowin gbeckett?

surprised they are not doing a b plot parallel here

I really want to go to a masquerade ball doing a movie or reboot WITH YOU or what?

sort of? Ah masks

lots of money holy crap idrk if I like ryan's outfit today. It is nice & all but... yk I don't much like those stripes & smth is awkward abt it

yk what valid but her voice is so small

lol castle pretending to be capt max ew, still a crime scene it WAS a stupid show but it was still enjoyable! alexis leaving home! Oh feminism. Good for her.

What was that buzz sound tho?

I like beckett's jacket I also like how max has never NOT worn his outfit

"I need you to resist a little less" "overacting much?"

Ah the mark of cain

They could have just got like,, a handheld uv flishlight

Why didn't he want to show his left hand? was he afraid he had smth else on his hand? phone numbers? bodily fluids?

Except wouldn't he have gotten The Talk about protection "I'm captain max!" He's so proud of that hole in the wall lol there just so happens to be a UV thing there? & then there were detectives behind the door? dang she is insane WOAH HE JUST DID THAT is ther a functional stun setting tho? the two egomaniacs I love it

*tries telekenesis* bribery lol Ooh a nebula nine marathon aw come on as long as it is light hearted youo should totally make fun

*castle trying to close the elevator doors faster*

Fun music, sexy legs, then THAT face & he falls off the bed KB, with a bloody creaver mouth & mask: You want to make out, Castle? Rawr.

So wait if there was a ship is it real?

I was a firefly fan so I mostly only got the firefly references but there were a lot of other scifi members on the crew or smth so they made a bunch of references to their stuff too.

I highly suggest watching the audio commentary. Super fun.

[gothamcitytrash]

The Bet

Steph - …

Jason - …

Steph - Truth or Dare?

Jason - oh fuckin finally something to do , erm … dare

Steph - I dare you to be nice to everyone for 24 hours

Jason - Easy

Steph- No snarky comments

Jason - less easy but still doable

Steph - or backhanded compliments

Jason - oh

Steph - no insults either

Jason - wait a sec…

Steph- AND you can’t leave the manor or force people to leave

Jason - ah fuck , nah i got this

Steph - and if you fail , you can’t eat Alfred’s cooking for a month and you have to say i’m better than you BUT if you prevail , i have to say that YOURE better than me … Deal?

Jason - you’re on blondie

——— Jason wonders off to get something to eat and sees Tim practising anime moves in the mirror ———

Jason - … nope , too tempting

—— Jason passes Dick’s room to see him dancing to ABBA in a Wonder Woman halloween costume ——

Jason - i’m fucked

——— Jason makes it to the kitchen and makes himself lunch , Bruce comes to sit down next to him . Jason sees that Bruce is making the ‘Parentface‘ while scrolling on his phone with his index finger

Jason - oh i’m gonna die

Bruce confused - ?!?

——— Jason walks to the door and opens it to see Steph standing there ———

Steph - Whatcha Doin?

Jason - Nothing , i er … i was just getting some fresh air

Steph - sure , i’ll let you quit if you say i’m better than you

Jason backing off - i walked from Ra’s Compound to Gotham City , i can do this and youll never hear that outta my fucking mouth

Steph shouting - YOU DIDNT SAY I WASNT BETTER THAN YOU

——— Jason panicking and sees Duke walking into his room ———

Jason - DUKE

Duke jumping out of his skin - PLEASE DONT HURT ME IM JUST A BOY

Jason - oh thank god , i’m not gonna hurt ya but you gotta help me

Duke befuddled - oh…kay

Jason - i made a bet with Steoh that i could be nice to everyone for the rest of the day

Duke - why? , why would you do that , you can’t go 10 mins without an insult

Jason - i’ve lasted 3 hours so far , and i have 2 hours left but Damian , Babs , Cass and harper are gonna and home soon

Duke - so?

Jason - SO , they’re getting back from the KISS concert

Duke - oh

Jason - yeah fucking oh

Duke - Damian went to a KISS concert?

Jason - he lost a bet to Steph too

Duke - gosh… she’s a menace

— Damian , Babs , Cass and Harper come home —

Jason - … their here

Duke - you have to go downstairs

Jason - i’m scared

Duke - it’s okay , it’s just saying “ you’re better than me steph “

Steph from the vents - thank you duke

Duke terrified - AHHH WHAT THE FRICK

Jason pointing up - she’s in the fuckin vent dude

—— Jason wonders off to the library but hears ——

Cass - Jay!

Jason pretending to be invisible - …

Cass - Jay , the concert was so cool

Harper - yeah it’s was fuckin fun

Babs - even Damian was head banging

Damian - it was a fun activity , the outfits and face paint were a bit much

Jason physically recoils - ….

Harper - makeup

Damian - what did you just say Row

Harper - make-up , it’s makeup

Damian - you’re lying

Babs - she isn’t , technically it’s Bruce’s eyeshadow for patrol

Damian - i’m going to kill you Row

——— Damian stumbles over in his platforms ———

Jason - I CANT FUCKIN DO THIS MAN!!!

Everyone - huh?

Jason turning around slowly - i can’t be nice c not even for 7 stupid fuckin hours… STEPH YOU FUCKIN WIN ALRIGHT , JUST LET ME OUT OF THIS CURSE

Steph dropping down from the ceiling - if you want this to stop , you know what to say

Jason - ah fuck … Steph?

Steph with a shit eating grin on her face - yes?

Jason - you’re better than me

Steph - That was very nice Jason

Jason - so i don’t have to be nice anymore

Steph - pretty much

Jason - oh thank god

———————Jason takes a deep breath——————

Jason - Dick , that wonder woman costume is extremely unflattering and makes you look flatter than Stephs hair in the morning and you can’t sing at all

Dick and Steph - Hey!?!

Jason - Bruce ; you are the crypt keeper and the fact you can stand up without crumbling into a pile of dust is beyond me

Bruce - Watch it

Jason - Tim , pretend and try as you might , you’ll never be Goku and it’s ridiculous that you keep trying , you are a subpar power ranger at best

Tim - harsh but needed

Jason - and now you four , you all look like bruce’s first draft of his batsuit , and Damian , even in platforms you are only 4ft tall AT BEST

Damian - Watch your Tongue Todd

Jason at Harper- this is the first time you’ve ever been able to convince somebody of something because you fuckin suck at lying and it’s embarrassing to watch

Harper - Damn

Jason - Babs… Red hair doesn’t suit you

Babs - Say that again and see what happens jackass

Jason - and finally … Cass

Cass - :)

Jason - yeah i got nothing … phew i didn’t think i could go on much longer

Everyone - Hungry ?

Everyone replying - Yes?

Alfred - Dinners Ready!

Jason - fuck yeah

Steph - whoa whoa , where do you think you’re going?

Jason- to eat?

Steph - did you last until midnight with out being a dick?

Jason - oh no! , no! , no please don’t do this

Steph - Goodbye Jason

Jason falling to his knees like Darth Vader - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[dreaming-about-fanfictions]

Choose Me Instead II Draco Malfoy x Reader II Chapter 5 of 27: You

Summary: Pretending to be in a relationship with Draco Malfoy to get back at your ex might have not been the smartest idea you ever had. Especially during your last year of Hogwarts where you should be focusing on exams and your future plans. However, you were just pretending. There was no way in hell you could actually catch feelings for someone like Malfoy. … Right?

CHAPTER 4

A/N: A chapter from a different perspective! I hope you all like it <3 And thank you so much for your support!! I love you all so muuuuuch!!!

Words: 2300 Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!Reader, post-war Warnings: none

Draco Malfoy wasn’t easy to impress. Being bored quickly by other people was one reason why he never had many close friends – and yes, he knew how utterly arrogant that sounded. It was the truth however. He was friendly with most of the Slytherins but his mother always taught him “Quality over quantity” and he agreed. Draco went so far as to apply that mindset to his love life as well. Yes, before the sixth year of school, he used to like to flirt and he had dated the occasional Slytherin girl. He was also very aware of the fact that there had been quite a few girls with crushes on him. In some cases, he even reciprocated them, however, those feelings faded quickly.

So you couldn’t imagine how much it bothered Malfoy that he wasn’t able to stop thinking of you. Not even in his dreams did you leave him alone and so he kept on going back to that evening on the Quidditch field. Until today, it was entirely unclear to him why he told you all those things. He didn’t know anything about you yet speaking to you left him feeling … good, almost. After a year of trials and coming home to find his family and life in shambles, there was no one left to talk to. No one he wanted to talk to. To whom was he going to turn? His friends which were all coming from the same pureblood Death Eater families? Yes, of course, they understood – and also they didn’t. Not quite. Did you understand him? Probably not, he guessed. After all, you were a Gryffindor and fought on the right side of the war. The winning side. But talking to you felt different, almost easy. You grew up in another world than him and maybe that was the key to it all.

Obviously, Draco didn’t plan on repeating that evening. You were friends with the whole Potter and Weasley bunch. It made it even harder to trust you – how could he be sure you hadn’t already told your Gryffindor friends and were laughing about him behind his back? It was possible. A part of him didn’t want to believe this possibility and another part reminded him of all the times he was disappointed and got hurt by the people around him. It was probably for the best to stay away from you.

Yet he didn’t stop thinking of you. He saw you looking at him in the Great Hall during meals, watched you from walk away when you passed him in hallways and the library. Without noticing it, he always chose a place behind you in class. Draco didn’t understand the urge to be close to you. It was utterly ridiculous for Merlin’s sake. You were a Gryffindor; one of the good ones. He wasn’t. Not at all.

Maybe it was because of the kiss, he wondered at some point. Maybe you hexed him in this moment. Draco knew this theory was very far-fetched but it was the only logical explanation fin his mind. Why else would he keep thinking back to that moment in the storage room? He didn’t deny that you were witty and smart and very beautiful – he wasn’t blind after all – but so were lots of girls. What the hell was so special about you that you wouldn’t leave his thoughts?! It couldn’t be your taste in men as you obviously didn’t have any. At least there wasn’t a reasonable explanation for him for why someone like you would get with someone like the Weasel.

“Draco,” Blaise’s voice pulled him out of this thoughts. “You coming?”

Draco nodded. “Yeah, just a second.”

He got up from the table in their shared dorm, putting his notebook in the drawer of his nightstand. Two months since school started and he had almost filled in all of its pages. Draco started writing during the first trial of his parents last year. It kept him focused and helped him put his thoughts in order. It soon became a daily ritual which helped him stay grounded. Draco carried it around in his bag during the day, using it in between classes and meals. His friends caught him doing it a lot and he was sure they had already guessed what it was. He was glad when they didn’t say anything because in the end, Draco would have rather died before admitting that he was using a diary.

“You’re not wearing a costume!”, Astoria exclaimed when he joined the others in the common room. Pansy, Blaise, Theodore and the Greengrass sisters were already waiting for him.

There was a Halloween party happening in the Room of Requirements tonight and his friends had convinced him to go even though it meant more awkward conversations with Astoria.

“I thought we’re not doing muggle traditions. What are you supposed to be?”, he asked instead, taking in her revealing outfit.

She giggled. “I’m a healer. Or ‘nurse’ as the muggles call it.”

“Ah,” Draco made, thinking that she didn’t look like a healer at all. “I thought Halloween was supposed to be scary?”

Astoria rolled her eyes, before linking their arms with each other. “You’re no fun. Don’t you think I look pretty?”

“Astoria, you can wear a potato sack and still look absolutely stunning.”

That answer seemed to satisfy her and they started making their way towards the exit of the common room. Draco glanced at her from the side. She was, objectively speaking, the perfect match for a Malfoy. Coming from a well-respected and wealthy pureblood family combined with her intelligence and beauty, she was everything his parents could have wanted for him. Especially now.

You had told him what to do. It was such a simple solution to all of his impending problems. However, it had been the moment where Draco had realized that you grew up differently. Not a day went by where he didn’t receive a heartbreaking letter from his mother. He knew, she just wanted the best for him and she didn’t want to manipulate him; she was simply desperate. Desperate for the live they used to have – a husband at home, a son with a promising future, money and a respected place in society.

Draco had asked himself countless times what the marriage would truly mean. His family would have another chance. Together with Astorias family, his future was secured. A good job, maybe even in the ministry if he was lucky. Enough money to take care of his mother. Who knew, maybe his father would be out of Azkaban sooner? Draco marrying Astoria would lessen his families suffering, that was for sure. But did he want that? Did he want a simple and easy solution to make their past crimes … disappear? His family was far from innocent. They had committed horrible crimes in the name of the Dark Lord – and a part of him knew, they deserved everything they got in the end. Hell, he wouldn’t have been surprised if they sent his mother and him to Azkaban as well.

When thinking about the engagement, another thought popped into his head. Could he learn to love Astoria? Would he be happy with her? Maybe. Maybe not. Draco knew only one thing for sure – there was a reason why he kept resisting to the whole idea. Giving in felt like sacrificing another part of himself to something his family had burdened him with.

“And Astoria, I disagree,” Blaise once again disrupted his train of thought by joining in from the right. “Draco can quickly make his costume appear. Just roll up your sleeves, Dray, and the Gryffindors will shit their pants on the spot.”

The rest of the group snickered but Draco didn’t react. Instead he suppressed the urge to touch the mark on his left arm and shoved his hand deeper into the pocket of his pants.

 ***

The Room of Requirement was absolutely crowded.

The Slytherins were surprised by how many people had actually appeared. Almost everyone from the sixth and seventh grade was here, wearing mostly ridiculous costumes. Music roared from invisible speakers, students were dancing and talking loudly.

“I’m surprised that the teachers didn’t already break this up,” Blaise almost had to shout. “Or Filch.”

Draco shrugged. “I feel like they stopped caring this year.”

“Maybe they feel responsible for all those deaths,” Theo suggested.

“So to make up for all the trauma, they allow us to party?”, Blaise concluded with an amused undertone.

“It’s good for us though so stop talking and start drinking,” Pansy chirped and grabbed Draco and Theo by their arms, pulling them towards the table with a few questionable bottles.

When his friends started chatting about the usual Hogwarts gossip, Draco’s eyes started to wander. He was searching the crowd for someone. You. Were you here? Did you even like parties? Draco had no idea. You always looked quite social from what he witnessed.

And there you were – standing in a group of people, listening to Granger who was gesticulating wildly. You were holding a drink and laughing at whatever the other girl told you. Draco noticed from across the room how your eyes were gleaming, your face red from the alcohol. You looked so careless. He swallowed hard at the sight.

“He’s either staring at Weasley, the mudblood or Y/L/N,” Zabini said to the others in that moment. “Don’t know what’s worse.”

Draco needed a second to understand his friends were talking about him. “What did you just say?” He turned to them.

Zabini grinned widely at him. “I said, you’re staring at the Gryffindors again, Draco. It’s fucking weird. What’s your sudden obsession with them?”

Draco quickly glanced at the rest of his friends. Daphne, Theodore and Pansy watched the two of you with a smirk on their lips, maybe even suppressing a giggle. Astoria looked at Draco with a worried expression.

“No, what did you just say?”, Draco repeated his question, straightening up slightly. “What did you call Granger?”

Blaise snorted. “What?”

Draco just stared at him.

“I called her a mudblood,” Blaise gave a half shrug.

“Yeah, what the fuck, Blaise,” Draco spat out.

“Come on, Dray,” Theodore tried to intervene. “It’s no big deal.”

“It is!” He looked at him, visibly disgusted.

“What’s your problem, Draco?”, Blaise raised an eyebrow, shifting from one leg to another. “You called her a mudblood for years and now you suddenly have a problem with it? You’re acting so weird this year, seriously.”

Before Draco was able to reply, Astoria carefully placed her hand on his arm. It took all the strength he had, not to immediately shake her off. “Come on,” she said softly. “Let’s get you a new drink and calm down.” She pulled him a few steps away from the group.

Draco gritted his teeth, remembering what he had thought about not being able to talk to his old friends. They understood – and also they didn’t.

“Are you okay, Draco?” Astoria asked, still looking slightly alarmed.

Draco looked at her. Did she want to hear an honest answer? “Sure,” he finally said.

She didn’t buy it. “You’ve been acting strange for a while now.”

“I’m really not.”

“Draco,” she reached for his hand. “I know you.”

He sighed and rubbed his eyes with his free hand. “Can we … can we not talk about this now? Here? With all these people around us?”

“There’s always a reason not to talk so we might as well do it here,” she pressed on.

Draco could think of a thousand different things he’d rather do than talk to her right now. “I’m … I’m not acting strange. It’s just a lot. With my parents and all that.”

Her smile changed from worried to pity. “I understand.” Did she? “That’s why I think we should move on.”

What kind of weird reaction was this? “Move on?”, Draco frowned.

“With our engagement.”

“Right.”

Astoria squeezed his hand. “I don’t see why we can’t just make it official.”

Draco looked at her fingers as if he was searching for a ring that he had forgotten existed. “Because the whole thing isn’t official yet,” he slowly said.

The brunette let go of his hand. “It’s going to happen anyways. My parents won’t stop talking about it and I bet it’s no different for your mother.”

Draco just wanted to get out of this situation. He got dragged here and now it was just one big argument. Why couldn’t they have stuck to gossiping and partying? “Why during school though?”

He saw how Astoria stared at the ground for a moment. When she started speaking again, her voice had become a little colder. “You know, there are a lot of men who would jump at this opportunity. My family is well respected and yours is …”

Draco let out a short whistle. “Thanks, Astoria,”

Astoria was visibly uncomfortable and Draco wondered if she regretted what she had just said. “That’s not how I meant it and you know that, Dray. I just don’t understand why this takes you so long.”

Draco put his hands on hips, pushing his jacket back. “Excuse me if I’m wrong,” he started, “But I’m not exactly your first choice either, am I?”

The girl didn’t answer right away. When she did though, Draco wanted to laugh at the sheer absurdity. “It’s not about what I want. It’s about what my parents want. Pureblood marriages will happen less and less in the future so we will be a good union.”

“Right,” Draco mumbled with a sad smile. It’s all about the family.

Astoria cleared her throat. “Well, are there any reasons why we shouldn’t move on?”

“Yes, there are.”

This didn’t come from Draco or Astoria. Irritated by the sudden interruption, he turned around to see who had so rudely eavesdropped on the conversation.

You.

***

A/N: Even though I wrote this, I really felt for Draco in this chapter. His life (like so many other characters lives in HP) is so f****** up. Sorry but I can’t find a better word for it. Poor Draco. Anyways - I hope you liked it!! I’d love to hear what you think <3 I love reading your comments *-* (if you don’t comment or do anything, it’s fine, don’t worry, I just love to read your thoughts <3)

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[ask-anti-cosmo]

The Return of Anti-Cosmo part 3

Part 1 Part 2

You hung the girly costume in your closet, thinking you’d give it away or modify it for Halloween. Small arms wrapped around you, making you try to swat at the owner.

“Aw, you missed me!” Anti-Cosmo grinned. “I’ve repaid my debt and can now roam as I please!” he said, sounding a little too pleased with himself.

“Good for you. Now how does that ‘We’ll go our separate ways' thing sound?” you huffed.

“Aw, come now! Surely you've come to like me a little.” He poked at you with his wand.

“Knock it off! You’re more like an annoying little brother!” you said and walked from him.

“I can be big if I want to!” he said as his body morphed into the shape of an adult human male. You tried not to look impressed and went to the fridge for some blood. “See? More like a hot step-brother.” He said and winked.

You glanced back and sighed. “Fine, I’ll give you that.”

“So…you know what it’s like to have a brother I take it? Did you have one?” Anti-Cosmo asked.

You shot him a mild glare.

“Come now, I’ve been open with you, now it’s you’re turn!” he insisted.

“Fine, yes I had a brother. Lost him to Polio.” You huffed.

“Polio huh? Let’s see, the vaccine was made in 1954, so your brother passed away before then~?” he asked.

“What’s with that tone?” you glared.

“Just trying to figure out your age~ not simply ‘decades’ old are you?” he teased.

“Neither are you Mr. Centuries!” you huffed.

“Want to know a secret? I’m the youngest Anti-fairy in existence.” He stated proudly.

“What?? Are you serious?” you frowned.

“Indeed, an Anti-fairy can only be born when a fairy is born. Ever since my counterpart was born and destroyed countless cities and lives, the fairies ban themselves from having anymore children. We’re all immortal anyways so it’s not like having more offspring is too terribly important.”

“So you’ll never have kids?”

“Never.” He concluded firmly. “Even if I did want children, it’s not up to me. And my counterpart would be the last fairy alive they’d choose to have the first baby in centuries.”

“Huh…that’s sad.”

“If you knew him you’d know it’d be for the best.”

“I know you, and I can tell you certainly don’t deserve children.”

“Sticks and stones darling. Now then, it’s time to go find the one who put me in that safe.” Anti-Cosmo said and cracked his knuckles.

“You’re going to find her?” you asked eagerly.

“One turn deserves another “ he said and poofed up a spinning grindstone wheel and sharpened his wand against it for a minute.

“…I’m going with you.” You said.

He looked at you surprised. “I thought you didn’t care about me.”

“Well maybe I want to congratulate her.” You said sarcastically. “or learn her secrets.”

“Perfect, so do I. There is no way she could have known all of that information of my weaknesses just from what her grandmother knew. I never even told my doll about butterfly nets! Ooh, and maybe if she’s still alive, I’d see her too…” he grinned wickedly.

“She’d be an old lady.” You told him.

“No doubt, I’m used to that fact.” He shrugged. “I could easily make her much younger in an instant anyhow, so either way it doesn’t matter to me.” He said, swinging his wand slightly.

“That easy huh?” you asked in surprise.

“It would be easier to have an extra drink of blood.” He said, looking at you expectantly.

“No way bozo, you’re as dumb as your counterpart if you think I’d agree to that.” You folded his arms. His eye twitches at the insult.

“I need some kind of payment for you coming along to my revenge plan, it takes magic to teleport things to other places you know. Think of it as gas money.” He said and held his hand out to you.

You glared at his hand then at him again.

“Let me have some blood or you get to stay here while I go after the *beep* who locked me away.” He glared back, now looking impatient.

“Well look who got all entitled after I saved you from said safe.” You snarled. “for someone who preached about equal exchange, I haven’t received much thanks other than unwarranted touching and mocking.”

“Oh sweet summer child…” he said and your blood suddenly went cold. Not just a shivering feeling, your blood literally felt cold, as if it was freezing, slowing and hardening. Anti-Cosmo’s wand glowed with a vicious darkness. “What makes you think I owe you anything after you bit me?” he asked.

“I-if you hold you o-own b-blood in such high reg-gard…” you shivered before leaning forward and biting his arm, breaking the skin through his sleeve. The black shimmering blood escaped his flesh and tingled in your mouth, soaking his clothing.

He stared at you with amusement. “Well, you can’t deny now that we’re even. But if this is what it takes to avoid hurting your pride…” he shrugged and pulled his arm and your face closer before biting your shoulder. You grunted, unused to the sensation and started to feel light headed as your blood warmed and ran into his mouth. You started to struggle and bite harder, but he only laughed at you.

He took one last swallow before letting you go. “There now, I have my payment and you didn’t have to agree to it.” He smirked.

You let go of his arm. “That is not how deals work!!”

“You bit me, so I assumed it was fine to bite you back. What else was I supposed to assume?”

“Listen here you-“

“Magic for blood is my deal you asked for magic, so I took my payment.” He frowned and folded his arms. “You took my blood for releasing me. That made us even. Now that you’ve asked me to use my magic to help you come with me, it’s a deal.”

“Then hurry and finish up your end!” you growled, rubbing your bite mark.

“Nobody likes a whiner.” He huffed and waved his wand, making it glow darkly like it did before.

You felt your feet remove themselves from the ground and fell in a fancy old house. You stumbled from the strange Sensation of being picked up and set down magically. The house looked as though it was starting to be neglected, as if there was a single maid to do everything and wasn’t keeping up. The fact it was night didn’t help with how scary it was looking either.

“My my it has been quite some time~” Anti-Cosmo mused and began to walk around. “Looking a bit more haunted than I remember, but it no doubt belongs to my doll.”

“Does she still live here?” you frowned.

“Hmm…” Anti-Cosmo grinned and started to walk across the floor towards the stairs. He began to step upwards with a rhythmic sway and started to hum for a minute before beginning to sing.

“Places, places, get in your places~ throw on your dress and put on your doll faces…” he chimed, dancing up the stairs in a dancing manor. “Everyone, thinks that you’re perfect, please don’t let them look through the surface.”

He made it to the top of the stairs. He kept stepping to the beat of the song he sang so creepily, his voice echoing through the haunted halls. “Picture, picture, smile for the picture~ Pose with your brother, won’t you be a good SISTER?!” He yelled the last word and you heard a loud shriek echo through the house. You both could hear a set of footprint run from upstairs.

Anti-Cosmo giggled softly and motioned you to follow him. You swallowed and followed him up to a hallway with a room at the end. Inside the room, you could hear a woman crying and another comforting her. Anti-Cosmo grinned cruelly and became to sing again as he walked down the hall slowly.

“D-o-l-l h-o-u-s-e, I see things that nobody else sees. D-o-l-l h-o-u-s-e, I see things that nobody else sees.” He sang creepily before opening the door. Inside was a grown woman, comforting an old lady with hair curlers and lots of scars on her neck. They looked like bite marks, from a child sized mouth. “Hello again, my little doll.” Anti-Cosmo grinned wickedly.

The old lady whimpered at the sight of him, shrinking away and trying to hide behind the younger one.

“You…I buried you in the ocean, how are you here?!” the younger woman said.

“Ah yes, well this lovely dear freed me. We have a lot in common you see~” he said as he touched your face. You slapped his hand away.

“Knock it off you creep.” You huffed.

“I have never called you back…go away, I don’t want anything from you…” the old woman sobbed.

“Yet you send your lovely grand daughter to hunt me down and disengage my interaction with human lives?” he frowned.

“I did not send her…”

“I went on my own! Grandmother told the stories of everything awful you did! Creating worst problems than what she had before you came! You are an evil creature that doesn’t deserve life!” the younger woman yelled at him.

“She knew the price when making a deal with the devil.” Anti-Cosmo yawned. “What do you think, does granny deserves another life? I certainly think so, she used to have the most perfect porcelain face…” he said before waving his wand.

The grandma suddenly began to grow younger, but not just that, you noticed her skin began to shine and her eyes gloss over, looking more and more like a real ceramic doll.

“No! Leave her alone!! I’m the one you want!” the younger woman insisted. “I trapped you!”

“Indeed you did.” He glared and waved his wand at her. Her arms were suddenly chained down to the floor. Walls of a safe began to enclose around her, making her panic. They suddenly stopped.

Anti-Cosmo stepped closer to her. He waved away the safe wall that was in front of him so he could look her in the eye. “How did you know my weaknesses?” he glared. “You knew with too much exactness, and I never told your granny such things. Not even most fairies know as much as you did.” He glared and pointed his wand at her.

“I…I tried to Summon you.” She admitted. “Granny said you were everything opposite to Fairies, so I looked up ways to Summon fairies and…did the opposite of them. I even did it on a Friday the 13th…”

Anti-Cosmo narrowed his eyes. “Clever, but obviously you didn’t succeed.”

“Actually I did, just not in summoning you.” She said and hissed in pain as the chains around her arms tightened. You felt pity for these two women the Anti-fairy tormented and tried to think of a way to get AC off their backs.

“Who did you summon?” Anti-Cosmo hissed. “NAME THEM.”

“Ah…Anti-Binky…” she whimpered.

You almost laughed at the silly sounding name, but seeing the rage in Anti-Cosmo’s face got ride of that feeling. “He told you how to imprison me?!” he asked angrily.

“H-he said to pick a Sunday the 7th…that you’d be the most weak on that day, and to be sure I was your only target…to have the safe lined with butterfly netting and to keep your wand far from you…”

You started making mental notes of said weaknesses just in case. Especially with the plan you decided to put in place to save these two.

“I see…” Anti-Cosmo said before stepping back. “Well then, I know who to go for next. That little boil have been seeking my crown for centuries.” He huffed. The walls of the safe around the younger woman began to close in around her again.

You decided to start your plan.

[wolfs-hunt1]

See me after class 4

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 1573

Warnings: Alchool consuption, sexual themes

A/N: drunk drabble for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ .  Can’t believe it took me so long to write this, but the ideia I had for it when out the window as soon as i wrote the first few words. I know I might have gotten way off topic XD. So this isnt like i had hoped for, but i do hope you’ll like it.

Part 3  

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The best part about Halloween season in university? All the parties being planed by the students. They were an annual occurrence, and the talk of the school for weeks before, making the corridors buzz with excitement for them. Some of your classmates were gonna dress up with matching costumes, but you?

You had something else planned. Bucky had agreed to go with you to one of the parties, since he put in for a transfer to another university the two of you could be a bit more open with your relationship, but now you couldn't really gawk up at him during classes anymore. Oh well. It was a small price to pay.

He had also agreed to let you choose your costumes. So you had decided to try and get creative with your costume, and maybe even try something new in the bedroom with him. You had chosen the costumes already, you only needed to hide them for a bit more from Bucky so that you could watch the surprise on his face when you showed him.

The week dragged on, and once the weekend came you were so excited to spend the next week with Bucky you barely managed to keep yourself from jumping up on him when he showed up at your apartment door.

"Wow there." Bucky leans down and gives you a long kiss, before looking longingly at you, "I know you are excited babe, but no need to jump me here in the hallway," he chuckles at you, leading you back inside, "we can wait for when we're inside." he waggles his eyebrows suggestively making you laugh and gently slap his arm.

"I've been two weeks without you, I don't want to wait." you two walk further into the apartment, him taking off his leather jacket and laying it on the back of the couch. You start kissing him, interlocking your fingers in his hair and pulling him to you gently. "I have something for you. It's a surprise." you say between kisses.

He hums and grabs onto your hips, walking you into a walk and moving his lips across your jaw up to your ear. "I do like surprises." he whispers lowly, making a shiver run down your spine. He sucks gently on your neck and gives a little bite before gently licking the spot to soothe the little pain. "So, what did you have planed?"

"I bought us matching costumes, and thought that maybe we could…. do some roleplay with them?" this intrigued Bucky.

"Roleplay? I think I like that idea. So… what costumes did you get us?" you felt giddiness course your veins at his question, so you moved from the wall, and pulled him with you to the bedroom. you walk up to the wardrobe and pull out two big costume bags to put them in the bed for Bucky to see.

"Go on, you can look." you say, a big smile adorning your lips while you waited expectantly for his response. He opened the bags and stopped, looking at the contents for the longest of times. There was a small smirk on his face when he took out the pair of fluffy ears and tail to inspect them better. He noticed the but plug in the tail and looked at you to see you biting your lips.

"Those are for me… and the rest is for you." Bucky put the items on the plush bed covers and looks inside the bags once more, he can see a red shirt, leather pants, and a dark red cape with a hood.

"Oh, I get it. So you're gonna be my big bad wolfy now, are you?"

"And you will be my little red riding hood." you nodded at him, getting closer to him until you stood right in front of him, between the bed.

"But here's the catch. We need to stay in the costumes all night at the party, and we can't do anything before we return home." with this is smile dropped and he forced a pout.

"Ah, babe, but watching you with that tail all night and not being able to touch will be torture to me." You lean ever closer to his body, mischieve in your eyes. You can feel him harden against your body, and so you rub harder against him, making his breath came out in hot pants. You suddenly step away, wanting and disappointment crossing Bucky's face, before he straightens himself up and concedes to your terms.

"Very well, no touching while at the party… but that doesn't mean I can't tease you." you think over his words before answering.

"Deal."

Dressing with Bucky constantly trying to tease and to grope you wasn't easy, he also made you not go to the party twice so you could stay home and fuck like mad rabbits. But you managed to take his insatiable hunger for your body and here you two were at one of the parties that were being thrown by the students.

His red shirt hugged his body in all the right places and the leather pants did little do hide his bulge, which seemed to refuse to leave every time he looked your way. The cape with the hood was a bit on the smaller side, only reaching his knees, but it was enough to know what he was dressed up as.

You had fishnets on with booty shorts, the but plug tail sticking out until your mid-thigh, swishing around every time you moved, its soft fur caressing your skin and making shivers run up your spine. You had also a leather corset, and some high heels on, making you almost as tall as Bucky himself.

His hands go to tour lower back, gently guiding you up the stairs of the frat house, before letting you walk through the door first. The entrance hall is filled with dancing monsters and fairies, everyone holding a cup of some alcohol or another. Everyone's costumes were on point and even the simpler ones had something special that put them apart from the others.

The loud music was making the entire floor boom, and the rumbly bass making your bones shake. You danced a bit around, rubbing up against bucky whenever the other people got too close to you and squeezed you to him. You could hear him hissing softly when your tail pressed up against his bulge, making you smile in triumph. You were so going to make tonight hard on him. Literally.

You did have a lot of compliments on your wolf costume, although you could see the other girl's eyes lingering more on Bucky than they should. That actually made you feel hotter, because you knew you were the one taking him home.

"I see Nat, by the bar, I'm gonna go say hi." you yell over the music, while he nodded at you and walked over to the food table.

"Hi, Nat!"

"(Y/N)!" she throws herself at you, hugging you tightly, making you stumble a bit on your heels and hug her back just as tightly. "You look hot, girl!"

"And you look devilish!", she stared at her. She, in her red lingerie and pair of black wings, was the sexiest rendition of a demon, anyone's probably seen that night.

"Wheres Wanda?"

She smiles and waggles her eyebrows, nodding to the dance floor behind you. "She's busy drooling over Vi." you looked at the place she had pointed to see Wanda and Vision dancing super close together, not even acknowledging anyone around them. "So... What about you? I see you're dressed has a cat?"

"Wolf."

"Or that... did you bought matching costumes for your date?"

"Yes. He's my little red riding hood."

"Wow, I thought it was the other way around?"

"I thought to give it a twist." you grinned, calling the attention of the bartender to make you and Nat some shots. "Besides, he looks hot in those leather pants." you nod at Bucky only to see him swarmed with college girls, wearing even less than Natasha if that was even possible.

"Seems like they are trying to steal your little red. Wanna go wolf them down?" you think for a few seconds and decide that you would. you asked the bartender for some more drinks so you could bring one to Bucky, and walk throw the crowd to them.

"Here you have it, sweetie, your drink." you say seductively, catching Bucky's eye, and the other girls. He took the cup and pulled you to him, ignoring the girl that was cuddling up to his side altogether and pushing her aside.

"And hello back, babe, I missed you when you were gone." he took a sip from the cut, and with his arm still around your waist, moved over to where Nat was laughing her ass off over the girls disappointed and angry faces for having been ignored. "You know I only have eyes for you, right?"

"Oh I do my little red, but you seemed like you needed saving from those harpies, and who best than your own bad wolf?" your voice was but a whisper on his ear, leaving then a trail of nips and kissed down his neck making him shudder.

He didn't take much longer than that. He said goodbye to your friends and grabbed you over his shoulder, taking you home soon after and making you howl his name all night long.

Part 5

[honyakuninakunaru]

Startling Lesson // Mithra SSR Card Story

CHAPTER 1

(Hallway)

Akira: "Hi there, Mithra."

Mithra: "Ah, hello, Master Sage."

Akira: ("Oh, he's carrying a basket. And there's something in wrapping paper inside...? Seems like everyone got excited around the whole Halloween talk and decided to give it a go. Is Mithra's taking part in it too, perhaps?")

Akira: "Um, Trick or Treat!"

Mithra: "Dear me, not you too... Here you are."

Akira: "Whoa, I never thought I'd receive candy from you. Thanks! And also... What's wrapped in this? I feel like I just saw it moving."

Mithra: "It did."

Akira: "...C-can I ask what's inside?"

Mithra: "It's just candy. Rutile and Mitile were whining that they wanted sweets, so I went and captured some."

Akira: "C-captured...?"

Mithra: "Yes. It should still be fresh."

Akira: ("What on Earth does 'fresh candy' mean...")

Arthur: "Mithra! Trick or Treat!"

Akira: "Ah! Are you trick or treating too, Arthur?"

Arthur: "Precisely. You were so kind to teach us about such an event, it would be only right to make the most out of it."

Mithra: "Goodness, they keep on coming one after the other... This should be enough, right?"

Arthur: "Thank you. I'll definitely enjoy them."

???: "...Squeak..."

Akira: ("What was that just now? There isn't candy in this basket after all...")

Arthur: "You don't mind if I open them right away, do you, Mithra?"

Mithra: "Go ahead. They should still be fresh."

Akira: "H-hold on! P-please don't open them just yet, Arthur."

Arthur: "Is something the matter, Master Sage?"

Akira: "W-well, wouldn't it be better to eat them later...?"

Mithra: "Eating while it's fresh tastes better, that's just common sense."

Arthur: "I should eat them right away, then!"

Bats: "Squeak, squeak!"

Akira: "A-are these bats!?"

Arthur: "Well, this is something. Not exactly the type of 'fresh' I was imagining..."

Mithra: "Hey, I just caught them, you know."

Akira: "I-is this the candy you were talking about...?"

Mithra: "They taste sweet when you bake them, so it's the same thing, isn't it?"

Akira: ("What kind of definition is that..")

Arthur: "Ahaha, as expected of you, Mithra. You're really good at surprising others. ...Right. Would it be alright to advise with you on something? There's something I'm a little worried about regarding Halloween."

CHAPTER 2

Arthur: "The customs of Halloween which Master Sage taught us are very interesting and everyone's enjoying themselves. I've been trying to think of a prank to play on someone, but I haven't been able to come up with anything appropriate."

Akira: ("It seems like tricking has become more popular than treating...")

Akira: "It is a bit hard to come up with a good prank on the spot. Especially for you, Arthur, since you're naturally kind-hearted."

Arthur: "I'm grateful for your words. However, I'd like to join everyone else and give them a good scare. That's why I was wondering if you could give me an idea for a prank like the one you just did, Mithra."

Mithra: "When you say everyone, that includes Oz too, right?"

Arthur: "But of course."

Mithra: "Sounds interesting. Count me in then."

Arthur: "Thank you!"

Akira: ("I wonder if it's a good decision to ask the man who wants to strike Oz down for a prank idea...")

Akira: "It's just a prank, so please don't take it too far, okay, Mithra?"

Mithra: "I'll simply blow up this room, nothing too extreme."

Akira: ("That's so not what a prank is!")

Mithra: "Ah, but that won't be enough to surprise Oz, will it. I do this type of thing all the time."

Akira: ("If I don't say anything soon, the manor might collapse...")

Akira: "A-actually, in my world, dressing up as ghosts or monsters and scaring people is a very popular prank."

Arthur: "Ghosts and monsters, you say."

Mithra: "Do you go out of your way to skin demons? You sure do some bothersome stuff."

Akira: "I-it's nothing of the sort! It's just a costume that replicates how ghosts and demons look."

Arthur: "A costume, huh... What kind of costumes are there?"

Akira: "Let's see... You could wrap your body with bandages, or...?"

Mithra: <Arthim>

(Screen goes black)

Akira: "Eeek!"

Akira: ("What is this?! Suddenly, I can't see anything and...I feel like something's...wrapping around me?")

Arthur: "I see. So this is how monsters look in your world, huh."

Akira: "Mmnph..."

Arthur: "But it seems like you can't really breathe like this... I'll unwrap you right away, Master Sage!"

Akira: "Phew! Thank you, Arthur."

Mithra: "...Now that I think about it, I feel like I have met a bandage-wrapped creature in the past."

CHAPTER 3

Akira: "Are there mummies in this world, too?"

Mithra: "I don't know the name, but I think its roar resembled the tremor of the earth. Why don't you try groaning, Master Sage?"

Akira: "What!? That's silly..."

Arthur: "Will you please show us how to give a good scare, Master Sage?"

Akira: ("He's looking at me with such expectation...Aaa screw it all! It's whatever at this point!")

Akira: "Grr... Graaaaw!!"

Arthur: "I-impressive... As expected of you, Master Sage!"

Akira: "Thank you..."

Arthur: "I'll have to try hard if I don't want to lose to you!"

Akira: "Was that really...okay...?"

Mithra: <Arthim>

Akira: ("Ah, the bandages loosened!")

Mithra: "That was quite good, Master Sage."

Akira: "Ahaha..."

Mithra: "Still, I can't believe that that Oz fusses over this child."

Akira: "...Aren't you the same, though? You're giving your all for Rutile and Mitile, it's probably just as unbelievable to Figaro and the rest."

Mithra: "...You're quite cheeky for a Sage, aren't you? Here, hand this over to the brothers please."

Akira: ("The basket he was carrying earlier? Even if I did hand it, there are just bats inside...")

Akira: "Wait, Mithra. I don't think I can give this to them.."

Mithra: "Trick or Treat."

Akira: "What?"

Mithra: "You’re the one who introduced this event to us, aren't you prepared or anything?"

Akira: ("Ah! I completely forgot that they could ask me, too...")

Akira: "T-then, you can have these bats back!"

Mithra: "But that's the sweets I planned to give out."

Akira: "R-right...Sorry. I don't have any candy on me right now."

Mithra: "Well, if you don't have anything to give me, I'm afraid I'll have to trick you."

Akira: ("Wha? H-he's getting closer, what does he...")

Mithra: "Ro— ar!"

Akira: "Eeek! I-I'm so sorry!!"

Mithra: "Ahaha, you're so easy to scare. How delightful. Halloween might not be so bad."

Akira: "...At this rate, I'm going to need several hearts..."

If you were to be pranked

(Hallway)

Akira: "Everyone's Halloween pranks are something else..."

Mithra: "You get scared by the smallest thing, even though you're the one who should have the most experience with it."

Akira: "You are all just too good at this... I lost count of how many times my heart was about to stop!"

Akira: "I always knew the western wizards were good at surprising others, but turns out you're just as good at it, Mithra."

Mithra: "Well, surprise attacks are like a greeting in the North."

Akira: ("That's one hell of a greeting...")

Akira: "...Just for reference, but what kind of prank would scare you, Mithra?"

Mithra: "Come again? Do you really think I could ever get scared by something like a stupid prank? As if."

Akira: "Y-you're right, sorry!"

Mithra: "But now that I think about it... I think I'd be surprised if you brought me Oz's head."

Akira: "Surely, you don't expect me to be able to do that..."

Mithra: "Right, you might get killed, and that would be troublesome. If you were to surprise me... I'm sure I'd be very surprised if you put me to sleep right now."

Akira: "What?"

Mithra: "That's actually a good idea. Let's go, Master Sage."

Akira: "H-hold on, Mithra! Wait!"

Mithra: <Arthim>

Big thanks to @/Fioresimmer on twitter for providing the raws!

[marigoldvance]

Halloweening - Kíli

PART 3/3

ONE ׀ TWO

Outside, the sky has softened into evening, already dark despite the early hour. The breeze is crisp and fresh, a kaleidoscope of colorful leaves lifted to twirl across Kíli’s front yard. The old oak’s branches creak, casting menacing looking shadows through the sitting room that add to the spooky ambiance you spent all day creating. 

Inside, the house is alive with the laughter and stampeding of little children as they tear about from room to room downstairs, seeking out the candies Kíli hid like parents do at Easter. For extra treats, the children perform easy tricks: making their scariest monster-faces, groaning their most ghoulish sounds, telling a silly joke or riddle. 

Supper is an easy selection of finger foods assembled into Halloween shapes and a stack of cheese pizzas from Bombur’s restaurant in town that Bombur himself delivered when he dropped off his grandkids. The man’s personality took up as much room as his stomach when he’d stepped in to see what you and Kíli had accomplished with your efforts. 

Currently, you’re leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping sparkling water from a skull-shaped plastic cup while you listen to Gimli’s mother talk about her day at the market. Her stall boasts some of the best local produce in the area and is always busy with a queue of people from the city looking for farm fresh vegetables. 

Kíli’s nearby, rummaging through the fridge for something with a bit more bite to add to his own cup. He pulls back, a bottle of white wine held above his head like a trophy, and barks, “Ah-ha!”

You chuckle and decline his offer when he tips the bottle in your direction. 

                “One of us has to stay alert.” You tease with a roll of your eyes. 

He wiggles his eyebrows in response, leaning into your space and chuffing your nose with his, “Come on, love, after everything we pulled off today, we deserve to celebrate!” He says the last part with gusto, pouring a generous amount of the wine right into your sparkling water. 

                “I guess I like spritzers now.” You mumble to yourself, trying hard to keep the smile Kíli is coaxing out of you to yourself. It’s not working if the warm gaze Kíli relaxes on you is anything to go by. 

Gimli’s mother clears her throat, breaking the spell that you didn’t realize had settled over you and Kíli. You’d completely forgotten she was there as soon as Kíli caught your attention. According to the unsubtle jibes you received from most of the parents tonight, you guess it happens a lot when they come to collect their kids from the daycare. 

Oops.

🎃

The party ends with Hocus Pocus in the sitting room, blankets and pillows laid out on the carpet for the children to curl in to. Most of them are already starting to droop sideways as they watch the Sanderson Sisters return from beyond, their costumes dismantled, accessories strewn all about. 

Parents filter in, a couple at a time, to collect their child from the pile, grabbing their Halloween loot before saying their thank yous and goodbyes. Maeven is curled up in her mother’s lap, squished between the arm of the recliner and her mother’s swollen belly, dozing sweetly. Some of her blue face paint transferred to the collar of her mother’s scrubs. Her mother doesn’t notice, her own head tossed back in welcome repose after a difficult day at the hospital. 

You snicker to yourself and snap a picture on your phone; they make an adorable picture that you’re sure Kíli will appreciate later. 

When it’s quiet, save for the last few stragglers - their parents huddled in the kitchen over a bottle of red Kíli found in his pantry - Kíli finds you lounging long-ways on the couch, enjoying the movie. 

He lifts your legs without preamble and sits down, dropping them over his thighs once he’s comfortable. You’re stunned, eyes saucer-wide and lips pressed white, at this unexpected display of familiarity. Sure, he’s been flirting nonsense at you all day, and yes, he’s managed to find ways to be tactile with you, but this feels like something couples do. 

                “Thank you,” He says earnestly, drawing you from your thoughts. “Really.” His face is open and sincere, eyes soft, mouth curled in a smile you just want to kiss the shit out of— 

                “Anytime.” You say easily. 

He squeezes your calf and turns to the television. 

🎃 

Much later, after you’ve helped Kíli clean up, after you waved Maeven and her mother to the guest room upstairs to sleep, after you’ve finished another glass of wine courtesy of Kíli’s well-stocked pantry, you and Kíli are on the floor in front of the loveseat, Rocky Horror playing on the screen for you to laugh at and sing along to. 

Kíli tells you that he was in a production of Rocky Horror, his first semester of uni in the city. He shows you pictures and, damn, yeah, alright, that man’s ass is stunning wrapped in lace, accentuated by the sky-high hooker heels he wore. 

                “Surprised?” He laughs as you turn crimson. 

                “Not even a little.” 

You’re so transfixed on the image that you don’t notice Kíli’s weight against your side, his hand sneaking under your chin to turn your face toward his. Before you have a chance to register what’s happening, he leans in. It isn’t fireworks. It isn’t heat and passion and redredred. 

The kiss is the featherlight tease of his lips brushing yours before pressing in firmly, locking you together with your lower lip sucked between his teeth. It’s hot, oh yes it is, but it isn’t urgent. He dips his tongue in to lick the tip of yours, retreating immediately to pant a breath and then lurching forward to start all over again. Nips and wet smacks and satisfied groans. 

Your cheeks are flushed and your breath is quick when he finally pulls back, cradling your jaw in his hands, staring at you like the 8th Wonder of the World. 

                “I’ve wanted to do that for awhile.” He admits, his forehead against yours making it hard to focus on his face, all blurry from his close proximity. 

                “Yeah?”

                “Definitely.”

                “Well,” You say, voice filled with laughter, “Don’t think you can just go around kissing me whenever you want. Just because I let you this time doesn’t mean I will every time!”

                “Is that so?” 

                “Mhmm.”

And, crack-kaboom, there it is, the thing you forgot about in the heat of the moment. When Kíli’s tilts backward his eyes are huge and glossy, his lower lip pursed out and somehow reminding you of a helpless little mouse. His chin wobbles faintly, adding to the overall effect. 

Damn puppy-eyes, you curse. You take his face between your hands and scoff, leaning forward slowly, “One day, those might not work, Mr. Durin.”

                “Well, I’ll be happy to keep proving you wrong, Miss.” He says in a low gravel and closes the distance.

🎃

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

AO3

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Kasa Obake

Debut: ???

Despite everything, I wasn’t really planning to do another yōkai post after the Gashadokuro, but you know what? I can’t help myself! I’ve got so much to say and this is my only outlet for that! I mean not be an expert, but dang if I’ve got passion! So even though I’ve touched on them once before, here they are with an encore performance: the Kasa Obake! Please give them a round of applause!

But first: What the heck does “Kasa Obake” even mean? Kasa is the Japanese name for an umbrella or a parasol, and obake means... well, ghoul, monster, ghost, goblin, take your pick! (It’s a vague term, like yōkai, but strictly speaking it means “changing thing”!) Of course, in this case we have a karakasa, or a traditional paper umbrella, which gives them the alternate names of Karakasa Obake or Karakasa Kōzo (kid)!

The Kasa Obake might just be one of the most quintessential yōkai, and it’s quite easy to understand why- a one-legged, one-eyed paper umbrella monster who hops around like a pogo stick? Instantly charming! Instantly spooky! Sign me up!

They’re also (sometimes) a lovely example of a tsukumogami, one of my favorite classifications of anything ever! In short: a cherished object that lives to around 100 years old gains a fresh new soul and becomes a yōkai of their very own! Yes, while Pokémon fans have been complaining about object monsters for a long time, the Japanese have been relishing in them for centuries! Take that!

But alas! Like the Gashadokuro, the Karakasa’s origins may be a bit misleading! Though not quite as recent, the Kasa Obake is more or less considered a “made-up” yōkai, appearing somewhere around the late 19th century, without any legends, stories, or, well... anything to its name!

But again, I just think that speaks for its charm! Those Japanese artists from 300 years ago may not have invented this paper umbrella ghost, but I’m sure they wish they did! They’re iconic, they’re easy to draw, and people can’t get enough of them! And damn right, I say! We should stop trying to make Halloween costumes sexy and just dress up as umbrellas every year. They can’t stop us all!

A big force in making the one-legged Karakasa as popular as it is today came from Obake Karuta, a variation of the popular Karuta game from the 19th and early 20th century- rather than using famous poems or common idioms, it had a deck full of Funny Monsters! It was basically one of the first examples of categorising and marketing as many Funny Monsters as possible, so it’s pretty much the great grandpappy of all Funny Monster Games! In a sense, we might owe this blog to Obake Karuta to some extent!

(Speaking of Obake Karuta it’s also one of the few appearances of the Shumoku Musume who really has nothing to do with this post but she's another favorite of mine)

Anyway! As Funny Monster related media continues to grow and expand, so has the Kasa Obake’s grasp on popular culture! Movies, cartoons, games, they really have it all! No media can resist their allure! So once again, under the cut, some fictional Kasa Obake! (as opposed to regular Kasa Obake, which are real)

Did you know? Yokai Monsters: 100 Monsters is one of the best films ever made. Of course, that’s judging purely by the number of monsters, I haven’t seen it myself, but how many movies do you know that have 100 monsters? Not many, I assume!

Look at this guy! Not only is he fantastic, but that’s some really cool puppetry, too!

2005′s The Great Yokai War, which was kind of a spiritual successor to Yokai Monsters, also features a Karakasa as the comic relief character, and I can’t think of anything better to be comic relief! Hollywood take note!

(from Obscure Video Games on Tumblr)

Naturally, we see plenty Kasa Obake in the many, many GeGeGe no Kitaro adaptations! 

They look quite different with every appearance, but my favorite would have to be Shigeru Mizuki’s original illustration- I mean, you can’t beat that cheeky little smirk!

Then there’s Pallysol, from Yo-Kai Watch! Of course, they had to make it clear that this guy is a pal, objectively, like Pal from Pac and Pal. I feel like as far as cutesy Karakasa designs go, this one’s nearly perfect!

What’s that? A mobile game variant of Pallysol, based on a disposable umbrella with a little rain boot? Don’t mind if I do! This is probably like, the peak of monster design. This is what the Kasa Obake was born for. 

This here Touhou is a Karakasa... I guess? Hm... If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this is just a girl! 

Look, I respect Touhou! Some of my best friends are Touhous! I’m certainly partial to an anime girl every now and then! But, it’s more or less my creed that you shouldn’t make a boring human character when a funny monster would offer so much more!

See, now isn’t that way more pleasing to the eyes? Er... eye?

The Ghostbusters mobile game has a very cool Karakasa design that I wanted to mention. Did you know there’s a Ghostbusters mobile game? Neither did I!

Uh oh, Nioh! He’s quite scary, but look at him dance! He’s so happy! 

The Jackbox game Tee KO features a whole roster of funny yokai to pick, including (but not limited to) a Karakasa looking to win the prize money and open his very own sandal shop! Look how adorable! As objectively the best character, the real aim of the game is to be the first to pick him. This one is named Taco, I guess.

Oh, you won’t fool me this time Touhou! This is a girl and I know it!

Jumpershoot, a midboss from Kirby’s Dream Land 2 and 3, is about as Karakasa as a Karakasa can get! But with one of Kirby’s main abilities being a Parasol, it’s a wonder why they’ve barely appeared since! For shame, HAL!

Ah well, at least the Kirby Twitter artwork gives them some love, right? Though, what hasn’t the Kirby Twitter referenced at this point?

Well, that’s about it! That’s pretty much all the Kasa Obake I can think to talk about, though probably not all the ones that exist. If you’ve got a Karakasa of your own to share, hit us up! I swear I've gotten all my yōkai juices out of my system, and I’ll never subject you guys to a post like this again! Unless you want me to...?

Actually, I can’t shake the feeling I’m forgetting something. Wasn’t there another series I liked, which also had a Karakasa...? Hm...

[netflixbingger]

Scientific Theories

Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader

Summary: A lot of things can happen in one night, add alcohol in that mix and the possibilities expand. With emotions and longing stares, Y/N Henderson finds herself in the passenger seat of a car that belongs to none other than Steve Harrington.

Word Count: 2224

Notes: Hey, quickly batched up this short fic, I got an idea and I kind of ran with it! I might make it into a short series following through the events of Season 2 and 3! Let me know what you think!

“I can't believe you dragged me into this.” 

A frown was set upon your face as you dramatically slammed the door to your best friend’s car. You heard him mumble a curse in your direction and your head immediately snapped towards his. He stared amused in your state; an angry face, hair all puffed up with spray and a jumpsuit identical to your favorite character Ellen Ripley. Sending a glare his way, you crossed your arms and waited for his response. But just as he was about to reply, you interrupted him moving your hands in dramatic flares, “I swear to god Johnathan, don't even. Okay?”

He took a step back with an amused smirk on his face, throwing his hands up in defense and sarcasm, “I wasn't going to say anything. But nice costume”. Shaking your head you couldn't help but smile as you threw an attempted punch or two.

   “You said it was a Halloween party. And unlike you, I’m trying to fit in.”, you yelled, referencing to your dressed up high school peers who were seen through the windows of the house dancing with the blasted music. “Besides, you can't make fun of me. Don't forget I’m doing YOU the favor here.”

“Ah, yes. Because you had so many other plans you could have attended tonight.”

Flipping him off you turned around and made your way towards the loud music. You heard yells of sorries coming from behind you, but you choose to ignore them as you found your way further into the house, and soon you were searching for a familiar face. After a few minutes of meaningless hellos, you finally spotted the head of hair you’ve become so immersed with. Steve Harrington. 

It was no lie to say you two had a long and complicated relationship. Just last year you hated the guy, wanted to beat the shit out of his perfect face. And, so, you did. But, you had your reasons. He was being a douche and picking on Johnathan, and you had enough of it. Strings of curses were exchanged, bickering back and forth and staring each other down in the halls; it was easy to tell you two hated each other. But then everything changed, he changed. After the whole ordeal with the Demogorgon and him helping you fight, you two decided to put your past behind. He and Nancy finally became a couple, and with Johnathan, you all became a little group. You and Steve still bickered back and forth, always arguing about the tiny stuff. But even with all of that, your hatred towards the boy quickly turned into a crush. And you fell, you fell hard. 

Your thoughts were interrupted with a yell in your direction, “Henderson?!” 

The very boy you were searching for, taking his glasses off with a grin, motioned you to join him. Pushing past the dozens of drunk teenagers grinding against each other, you finally made it to Steve.

   “My, my, my, Henderson. Is that really you?”

“Oh shut it.” you playfully push his arm and shyly look down to the ground. After a few seconds of silence, you look up, making eye contact with the boy. 

“You driving tonight?” he asked while taking a gulp of beer before tilting the bottle your way with eyebrows raised.

“Nah, Johnathan drove” you shrug your shoulders before grabbing the bottle and taking a sip

“Shit, Johnathan is here too? I must be dreaming.”

“Is it that weird of me to be at a party?” you jokingly asked with your hands fiddling the bottle like a middle schooler, bouncing on the balls of your feet. You saw him release a breathless chuckle before opening his mouth to reply. But before the words came out you felt a pair of two boney arms make their way around you. “Y/N! You made it!”

You were immediately able to smell the alcohol coming off the girl before you even got the chance to turn around. Plastering a smile on your face, you returned the hug and said your greetings. You listened as she blabbered on about the night, basically drooling with drunkness. 

“Nance”, Steve said before reaching out and gently pulling the drunk Nancy off of you, “let’s leave annoying Henderson to me, okay?”

You laughed at his comment and stepped towards his direction before he was dragged away with Nancy, making their way towards the dance floor. Now alone, you watched as Steve and Nancy danced together, pure joy dripping from Steve’s toothy smile. Your heart broke as you admired the couple, hoping for one day to be in Nancy’s spot. Turning around you grabbed another drink as you made your way further into the party, just hoping to forget the boy. 

Trying to num the loneliness feeling, you drowned yourself with everyone else. A few too many drinks in and you were talking away, laughing at your own jokes. You moved from person to person, hoping to eventually bump into Steve again. You were in mid-conversation with some senior named Tod, when from the corner of your eye, you spotted Steve. You expected Nancy to be clinging to his arms or a fleet of girls following him. But you were surprised to see him alone and with an expression of anger and sadness written upon his face. You motioned for Tod to stop talking and muttered an apology as you followed the mop of hair storm out of the house. By the time you made it out of the home, all you could see was his back turned, seeming to struggle with his car door. Silently approaching, your mind went through the endless scenarios of what could have happened to upset him. With your drunk and unstable mind, you weren't paying attention to your surroundings and with a twist of your ankle you fell off of the curb, smacking the ground with a loud “fuck.”

Grabbing the attention of the boy, he turned around and ran to your help. You were able to see the disappointment in his eyes as he brought you to your feet, keeping one hand on your waist for stability, “not you too”. 

You giggled at his saddened expression, poking him on the nose, hoping to turn his frown around. But seeming to just annoy him you sent out a puff of air, rolling your eyes. You wanted to know what was bugging him, what was making those once cheerful eyes glisten with tears. You didn't like seeing him like this, so serious and in pain. You two were always quick to notice these things, and you always did stupid shit to distract each other. Whenever you seemed upset, Steve would always take your books or poke your sides. While you always went for the bop of the nose, it was easy to say that it had no effect on him right now, so you decided to take one from his book. Sending him a drunken smile, you slid your hands to his stomach and attempted to tickle. Expecting him to crack a smile or laugh along, you were left embarrassed as he was quick to back away telling you to fuck off.

  “wh, why such a Debbie-downer Steve? I’m having fun, like super fun. And you are like killing that fun. Why are you so sad. You know, I was talking to Tod about how there are like alternate universes and shit. He totally didn't believe me, but anyway. Like, what if in another dimension you weren't so sad? Because I saw you frown from across the room. Not that I was watching you or anything, because of stalker alert. But anyway. I saw you frown, and I was like, hey, I can change that.” 

Backing away from his confused stare, you threw your hands up in the air, “And, and, and you know what. You are killing that. I’m trying like super duper hard here and you like aren't giving in. I could be eating nachos right now, but instead, I’m here talking to you trying to cheer you up. oh shit, I really want nachos. I’m, I’m, I think I’m going to go home and eat some nachos.”

You wave a messy goodbye in his direction and aimlessly walk away. Five steps in and you felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around you, semi-carrying you to the car. You closed your eyes and smiled at the warmth. “Hm, I like that” you mumbled, giggling to yourself. “Where are we going?”

“I’m driving you home, you are clearly not in the right mind to be alone right now. And I won't be able to sleep tonight unless I know your home alive.”

“Aw, Stevey has a soft side” you snorted, “but it’s okay, Jon was gonna drive me home.”

“Seeing how he is driving Nancy home, I don't think that's an option anymore”, he frowned as he helped you into the car, fastening your seat buckle. 

“But he said, he, he lied to me?” you frowned, upset that Johnathan would so willingly ditch you for Nancy. Ha, Nancy. Why Nancy. What was so special about Nancy that always made you second, to everyone. Sure, she is a pretty girl. But what else? Your mind tried to find something bad to say about her, but you were left clueless. She had the brains and the beauty. She was basically perfect, what guy in their right mind wouldn't fall in love with her.

“Yeah yeah, people say a lot of things they don't mean”, he looked away for a moment, silently running through the events of the night. Letting out of huff, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to hold back the tears. Wiping them away, he turned back to you, “Woah, hey, no frowns for you. Okay? That's my thing, you are supposed to be cheering me up, remember?”

Happy with the sudden attention you seemed to forget about the girl, and you smiled at Harrington giving him a thumbs up. Content with your response, he chuckled and closed your door, making his way over to the driver's seat, buckling in and starting the engine. As he began to drive towards your house, you blabbered on about the scientific theories that drove your mind insane sometimes. You referenced several sci-fi films and even made some awful attempts at puns. But for some reason, even with the weird, far fetched topic, you somehow made Steve smile. Whether it was the pure passion driven into each sentence, the goofy smile that spread across your face, or the light giggles at your own punny jokes; you distracted him. 

It wasn't until you got into your driveway when you finally had shut up. Realizing it all had come to an end and tomorrow everything would go back to normal, you almost didn't want to leave the car. You didn't want to go back to being the bickering almost-friends, watching him fall deeply in love with Nancy every further minute into their relationship. You wanted to continue driving, continue blabbering on about shit that didn't matter, you wanted to stop comparing yourself to the perfect girl that had him wrapped around her finger. 

As he helped you out of the car, walking you towards your front door you couldn't help but unhide the sorrowing face that matched your thoughts. He was quick to notice the silence and sad eyes, “What's going on in that mind of yours?”. 

“Nancy.” you were quick to respond. Almost too quick.

You heard him clear his throat, pain hiding beneath his voice, “What, what about her?”

“I don't know, she’s pretty. Like, really really pretty. And I’m” you gestured to yourself. Messy hair, worn off mascara, and the baggy jumpsuit that hung off your frame. 

“Hey. Stop that. Okay? yeah, Nancy is pretty. But, you know, you’re pretty too”

Looking down at your feet, you kicked a pebble close to your toes, “You mean that?”

“Of course I do you, idiot.”, he chuckled, gently grabbing your chin upwards, “Hey, Y/N. You said something earlier about an alternate dimension, with me being happy? I think that's a possibility. Somewhere, some other me made a different choice. Cause, you know, if I could do it all over again, I think I would. ”

“What?” 

He shook his head as if it were erasing his last words, taking a step away and reaching towards the door, he gently knocked on it. 

“Just, know that you are a pretty awesome person, and any guy would be lucky to have you. Even in your drunken-nerdy glory”, he laughed shrugging his shoulders before knocking on the door again. Waiting for a response, you two stared at each other. Neither moving a muscle, but as heavy footsteps were heard from within, Steve sent you a sad smile before backing away towards his car. As you heard the clicks of the knob turning, you turned to then face a very angry Dustin, “Jesus Y/N, what the fuck. Do you know what time it is?”

You smiled at his annoyance and pushed your way in. Turning around to say your goodbye to Steve, you were left with only the sound of an engine driving away. Closing your eyes, you tried to take it all in; every stare, every touch, every word, before your drunken mind erased it all. 

[anonthenullifier]

You think Tommy & Billy occasionally have to hear their parents get referenced or discussed in classes or school hallways?

I am so so sorry this took a long time. I hope you enjoy it! 

The echoes of the bell are still bouncing through the halls and the room is still teacherless. There are signs that Mr. Byrne, their physics teacher, is around – a coffee cup sitting on top of a pile of their ungraded papers (which is fine by Tommy, he’s tempted to just go knock the mug over and get everyone As) and also the word DENSITY scrawled on the board. “What is it - 3 minutes and we get to leave?”

“Fifteen,” Billy doesn’t even turn to acknowledge his twin, too focused on organizing his notes, “pretty sure that’s only for college and also not sure it’s even a real rule.”

Apparently today his brother is in one of his serious, academically focused moods. “No one asked you, nerd.”

Now Tommy’s earned a steely stare, “You did.”

“Whatever.” Fifteen minutes seems excessive anyway, if Tommy is going to lead a revolt to not have class, he’d rather only wait five minutes, max. Given the make-up of their classmates, he’s reasonably confident he could get at least three-fourths of the back two rows on his side. Definitely not going to garner any sort of sympathy or fealty from the front rows, where they sit, because Billy says he hears better up here. Tommy only sits with him because they are near the door for an easy escape. “Do you think he’s dressing up again?” 

Billy writes Density at the top of a new page before looking at Tommy with disdain finally aimed at someone other than him. “God, I hope not.” 

“Who do you think it’ll be this time?” 

“Probably Carol.” Tommy snorts and then gags at the mental image, also a sliver proud of Billy’s emotionless delivery.  You see, Mr. Byrne is one of those…”cool” teachers, self-described, not student labeled like their kickass literature teacher next period. He’s “up” on memes, pop culture, and slang, though usually only on an academic surface level, the way old people try desperately to relate to the “youths” of the time. Why he tries, Tommy doesn’t know, the man has to be at least in his mid-thirties.* His choice of cultural relevance this semester? Superheroes. It’s awful, every week they have to watch him fanboy about someone else they know. It’s bad enough being the children of Avengers and dealing with other students who either have unoriginal questions (“Why do Hulk’s pants not rip apart?”), want autographs (particularly from Tony), want to prove they can win a fight without super powers (they can’t and Tommy’s detentions prove this), or, his favorite is when they ask sexually explicit things about his parents. That is a topic he never ever ever ever wants to think about ever again. 

Tommy checks the clock – four minutes. One more and then Živjela revolucija!** 

“Good morning class!” Dammit. “Today we will be…,” Mr. Byrne’s entrance is drowned out by sniggering, everyone murmuring around them and Tommy swears he can feel at least fifteen people looking at him.  

“Oh no.” It’s Billy’s voice that worries him the most. 

Tommy finally looks up,”Oh fuck no.” 

“That’s right,” it was bound to happen, they should have seen this coming, should have dropped this class when the whole superhero examples and costumes started. But they didn��t, they had just a bit too much faith in humanity. “Today we will be learning about density from the expert himself,” Mr. Byrne, face painted a too bright red and a plastic gem that he probably stole from a troll’s stomach stuck to his forehead, tries to swipe his Halloween costume store quality cape dramatically, “The Vision.”

A swift kick to the left gets Billy to tear his eyes away from the abomination at the front of the room, “Fuck this shit, I’m out.”

Except a thin blue strand traps Tommy in his seat,, “It’s one day,” Billy’s mouth doesn’t move but Tommy can hear his damn placating voice in his head, “we need this class to graduate and you can’t go to the principal again, so just stay and suffer.” The last part is almost gleeful. 

“Nope, I’ll just get a G.E.D.” Tommy throws his brother and teacher the middle finger as he vibrates his molecules and phases the hell away. 

Dad’s face is not pleased and mom’s eyes are glowing. “I swear this one is justified.”

“Yes,” his dad’s voice matches the tone he’s used on villains begging for freedom, who try to explain that the death ray was just meant to exterminate the rats in the city not, you know, the group of people tied up, “I am certain your detention will be justified this time.”

Well, he’s a lost cause, so Tommy shifts to the more rebellious parent, “Mom, I promise, that man is a lunatic and I had no choice but to skip.”

The Scarlet Witch, feared and revered for her reality warping, is about to tear a hole in reality and kick him out of this existence. “I’m sure.” 

Jody, the secretary, in all her villainess cardigan wearing glory shushes them sternly, “You know the rules.” The reprimand is replaced by a mannequin-esque smile, “The teacher is on his way and then Dr. Bennett will sort this all out.” 

Five minutes of agonizing silence pass, dad on one side in his unassuming and gaudy sweater vest and mom on the other, flicking arcs of scarlet between her fingers, before an out-of-breath Mr. Byrne arrives. He’s changed, now in khakis and a polo and face clean other than a slight tinge of red that looks like a sunburn. The conniving bastard. “The Vis-, I mean, Mr. and Mrs. Maximoff, what a pleasure to meet you.” 

Mom provides a taut, yet polite smile, “It’s too bad we didn’t meet under better circumstances.” 

“I agree,” Mr. Byrne’s voice conveys the same feeling that a patronizingly placed hand on the shoulder would, “Tommy is such a bright boy.” The if only is left silent, thankfully, a phrase he is so sick of hearing. 

This is all bullshit. Mr. Byrne knows exactly why Tommy left and yet, as the way it usually goes, the adults will all believe the adult. Actually, as it usually goes, he’s going to be left out here and not be allowed to speak his piece. 

The door to the principal’s office opens with a, “Mr. and Mrs. Maximoff, Mr. Byrne, please come inside.” 

His fate is sealed now, at least one more detention and maybe, if he’s lucky, an expulsion, though honestly that wouldn’t be luck because then he’d probably be forced to do some community service thing or, worse, have dad homeschool him.  But then, like an Avenger that’s been gone for a way too damn long time during the battle, salvation comes in the form of Billy rushing through a portal in the office wall. “Wait, I have evidence!”

“William,” the principal’s voice is almost the same cadence as dad’s when he’s disappointed, “this is unprecedented.”

Billy is way better at playing along with superiors, his body folding in just enough to show he is ashamed at the breach of protocol, but he remains steadfast against the admonishment. “I know Dr. Bennett, but I have pictures of what happened in class today.”

Curiosity is the prime emotion in the office, but it is not the loudest, that would be the absolute blissful terror draining the last of the color from Mr. Byrne’s face. “Let us see it.” Billy hands his phone over to the Principal who squints with a “Huh,” and then hands the phone to mom who immediately starts laughing while dad, well, it’s hard to read his reaction, but Tommy knows that anytime he stands that still and that impassive it means he has come across something so horrendous, so lacking in social respectability that he is doing everything in his power to not phase through the floor. “Mr. Byrne, I believe you and I need to have a conversation. Thomas?”

“Yes, ma’am?” Whatever kindness may have been on her face is gone. “Um, yes, Dr. Bennett?”

“You should go back to class.”

He salutes her. “Will do.”

Tommy waits just a moment longer to watch the slouched form of his teacher go into the principal’s office before joining his family in the hallway. “That was amazing! You should save me every time…” he’s really confused right now why everyone isn’t celebrating with him. “What?”

“You should get back to class,” mom doesn’t sound mad, in fact, she seems entertained by the whole thing and is only putting on the parental facade because it’s what she has to do as his mom, “we can discuss some better ways to handle these types of situations later,” something he expected, “once your poor father here isn’t so traumatized.” Ah, he sees it now, dad’s still a bit stiff and hasn’t blinked in awhile, it would be rude to rub this in any more, that’ll be for dinner tonight. 

“Sounds good. Won’t skip class again.”

“I’m sure…” 

Billy tugs Tommy away as he counters back, “Have faith, mom,” and he walks away a free man.

*30, according to my own students, is the equivalent of being elderly and about to die. 

**Long live the revolution!

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

Taehyung Halloween Scenario| You both are ghosts haunting a house and you compete to see who can scare people the most

So this wasn’t a request but I got this from a random writing prompt generator and I thought it sounded fun and perfect for Halloween. So happy Halloween everyone!

“So what are we now... 4 and 2?” 

“No way that last person that came in here was totally more afraid of me than they were of you! You radiate too much happy energy and they can sense it. More like we’re tied up now 3 and 3.” Taehyung chuckles at you.

“Alright y/n, I’ll agree I guess. We’re tied now. But the night is young and I will beat you!”

“In your dreams Tae! Actually not even then because you’re a ghost and don’t sleep!”

You had been at this haunting this house for as long as you can remember. It was the abandoned house at the end oft he street. Countless people told stories about it. A few brave souls dared to enter every so often. It never ceased to amuse you how a simple creaking of a floor board or door opening would cause adults to go scrambling and screaming out of the house. One day, you noticed a handsome young man show up in the house. You had woken up and found him there, standing in your kitchen like he owned the place. You pick a floorboard up and toss it across the room, landing next to him. 

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that to scare me.” He turns around and looks right at you.

“Wait a minute you can see me?”

“Yes?”

“So.. are you a ghost too? What the heck are you doing here?”

“Well normally I haunt the house next door.. but I’m lonely and decided to come over here to visit you.” Your heart pangs at this, knowing that feeling all too well. 

“Well what’s your name?”

“Taehyung.. What about you?”

“Y/n.” He gives you a wide boxy smile and you immediately feel warm and welcome around this man.

“Alright Taehyung you can stay. I guess. Welcome to my humble abode.” 

“Why do you stay here? The place is falling apart..”

“This was my childhood home it didn’t always look like this..”

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It’s fine Taehyung. I’m just glad to have someone else here to talk to that can actually talk back.” He smiles at you, and he’d hold your hand if he could. 

Since that day you two had quickly became fast friends. When Halloween was approaching you had made a bet, whoever could scare the most people out of the house won. You weren’t really sure what to bet since you both didn’t own anything.. so you just decide to make it a friendly competition for bragging rights.

Throughout the day multiple  people had came in, and all had ran out screaming. As it was getting late at night you knew more people would be coming in, braver souls who decided to come in after dark so you knew you’d have to turn it up a notch. A group of men had come into the house. 

“Come on, Jin quit being such a baby this place probably isn’t even that bad.” 

“Not that bad?! Namjoon have you not heard the stories? This place is the real deal, it’s haunted as hell.” You watch the group of them walk around the different rooms. You had gathered all their names based on their conversations with one another. Jin and Hoseok were terrified, you knew they would be the easiest ones to scare. You and Taehyung had mutually agreed that scaring them out of the house would only be .5 a point each because you were 99% positive they would run at the creak of a floorboard. Jungkook and Yoongi were 2 points each. Jungkook seemed super competitive and you knew he wasn’t going to run for much. Yoongi was rather intimidating and looked bored from the moment he walked in and you knew he wouldn’t be an easy scare. Jimin and Namjoon you couldn’t really get a good read on so you decided just one point for each of them. Although Jimin was clinging rather closely to Jungkook so you thought he wouldn’t leave as long as Jungkook stayed. 

“Ready to let the fun begin y/n?”

“Yep.. let’s do this. Who you going for first?”

“Not Yoongi or Jungkook that’s for damn sure that’s going to take some build up.” 

“Well, Hoseok and Jin are still standing in the door way so why don’t we make sure they don’t want to come in to begin with?” Namjoon turns around after this and notices the two of them still standing on the front porch.

“You chickens coming or not?”  

You giggle to yourself and slam the door shut. 

“Oh fuck this I am out. You guys are crazy I am not even setting one toe in that house!” Hoseok yells as he retreats off the steps and onto the side walk. Jin was already long gone the minute he saw the door about to slam shut. You and Taehyung are both laughing hysterically.

“That was too easy I feel bad taking 1 point for that.”

“I mean technically they weren’t in the house yet.. you didn’t scare them out of the house like the rules.” You jut your lower lip out in a pout and Taehyung relents.

“Alright, alright. So now it’s 4-3.” Taehyung glances around and sees they predictably have split up into pairs. Jimin with Jungkook, and Namjoon with Yoongi. Jungkook and Jimin were exploring the kitchen while Namjoon and Yoongi had went upstairs. Taehyung makes his way into the kitchen. He slowly opens one of the cabinet doors, allowing it to make a loud creaking sound. Jimin jumps and turns around.

“Um.. was that cabinet door always open?”

“It’s an old house Jimin don’t let stuff like that scare you.” He opens another door right in front of them and they both watch the door slowly open right in front of their eyes.

“That’s not just an old house Jungkook! That’s a freaking ghost! Can we go now please? I don’t want to be here anymore. Let’s just go grab Yoongi and Namjoon and get out of here.” 

“Ah calm down Jimin don’t be such a baby! If all this ghost is gonna do is open a few doors then that’s not even scary. They’re gonna have to try harder than that if they want me gone.” Suddenly a plate flies out of one of the cupboards and crashes into the wall next to their heads. Jimin yells and immediately bolts out of the kitchen and out the front door. You and Taehyung are both collapsed on the ground laughing your butts off as Jungkook goes chasing after him to try and convince him to come back inside.

“Well, that’s 3 points for me. Guess I’m leading now 4-6.” 

“Yeah yeah there’s still the two upstairs and 3 more points up for grabs.” You both float upstairs and find that they are in your parents old room. 

“Well I guess we’re the only two left eh Yoongi?”

“It would seem that way yes. You know the bet was that whoever the first two out were would buy the others dinner so we can both leave. We already don’t have to buy.”

“Are you scared? Wanna leave you big chicken?”

“No! I just don’t want to stay in this dusty old falling apart house. I’m probably going to get a respiratory illness from this shit.” 

“He just insulted my house!”

“The nerve of that man. You better scare him good y/n.” 

You slam the bedroom door closed, locking too. Namjoon runs over to the door and attempts to open it, only to find it won’t budge.

“Alright Jungkook if that’s you its not funny let us out.” You chuckle to yourself. You walk over to the mirror that Yoongi is standing in front of and write a message in the dust.

I’m not Jungkook.

“Shit. Namjoon open the fucking door I want to get out of here.”

“I’m trying but it won’t open!” Yoongi starts banging on the door and Namjoon looks around the room for another way out. Taehyung giggles to himself and you turn and look at him, head tiled and a questioning look on your face.

“You wanna see something funny?”

“Sure.”

“Alright, go unlock the door since they aren’t trying to open it anymore.” Both of them are now looking around frantically for a way out. Yoongi is shouting at the other members out the window to get their asses upstairs and let them out but they all refuse. 

“If something has you scared Yoongi there ain’t no way any of us are coming in there!” You hear Jungkook yell. Taehyung grabs the blanket off the bed and throws it over himself like a child’s attempt at a ghost costume. 

“Boooooo I’m a ghost! Fear me!” Taehyung yells comically. You grip your stomach as you fall on the ground and burst into laughter, tears springing from your eyes. Namjoon turns around and sees the floating blanket and yells loudly, running for the bedroom door and pulling on it as hard as he can, expecting it to still be locked. He falls on the ground from the force he opened the door but immediately gets up and runs out with Yoongi running quickly behind him. Taehyung pulls the blanket off his head and you both continue laughing together. 

“So I win then? 4-9?”

“What?! No way! I definitely got Yoongi he would have been out that door if it hadn’t have been locked.” 

“But-!”

“Please Taetae?” He pinches the bridge of his nose, knowing damn well you know he can’t say no to you when you use the fond nickname.

“Alright.. fine! But that means you still lost then! Because it would be 6-7.” 

“The night is still young Tae. More people will come in here and I will beat you by the end of the night.” Taehyung smiles fondly at you, reaching his hand out and attempting to ruffle up your hair, only to have his hand phase right through you. He frowns and pulls his hand away.

“How stupid is it that we can interact with objects in the human world but we can’t touch each other? I just want to hug you.” 

“Well, you can Tae. It’s the same concept when you change yourself to be able to pick up objects. It just takes a lot more energy and a lot of ghosts can’t do it..See?” You hold your hand out and Taehyung notices it looks more solid now. He tries to do the same but is only able to make his finger tips look more solid. He brushes his fingers across the back of your hand and smiles widely. 

“You’re warmer than I imagined you'd be.”

“So are you..” You two enjoy the soft moment together before you hear another group of people approaching the house.

“Shall we?”

“You’re on.” 

[keichanz]

Shadows

i stayed up past my bedtime to finish this lmao whoops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

drama? in my inuyasha family au? it’s more likely than you think l;ajdfoiajdf 

*maniacal cackling*

Spooktober Day 24: Shadows

so when are we gonna tell em?

Parked on the street in front of Izayoi’s school, Inuyasha whiled away the time on his phone while he waited for his daughter to emerge from the building. He’d gotten out of work early enough that he’d had time to go home and change before driving the short trip to pick her up from school. Usually Kagome drove both of them home since it made more sense; Tai would either walk to her classroom after his lessons or she’d go to him, and usually Izayoi waited outside for her mom to pick her up.

This time he figured he’d save her the trouble since he had the time anyway, and he always loved the look of pleased surprise on his babygirl’s face when she spotted his truck waiting outside for her. A daddy’s girl through and through, Inuyasha wasn’t ashamed to admit that part of the reason he’d wanted to pick her up himself was to selfishly spend time together, just the two of them, even if it was only ten minutes on the way home.

His phone chimed with a new text and Inuyasha tapped the notification to open it up.

Mmm I think it’s best to wait until after Iz’s birthday. Don’t wanna steal her thunder.

steal her thunder? she’d probs think it’s the best bday gift ever kagome

She’s turning 13 Inuyasha. That’s sort of a big deal and it wouldn’t be fair.

kagoooomeeeeeeeeeee

After her birthday, Inuyasha. You can wait a few more days can’t you? <3

Chuckling, Inuyasha sent a brief “love you wench” and put his phone away with a sigh before glancing out the window toward the school. It was just before 3 pm, so Iz should be coming out any time now—

Inuyasha froze, sat up straight in his seat, and then leaned forward amber eyes narrowed dangerously. His lip curled and a low growl rumbled in his throat as his hand clenched tightly on the steering wheel, claws digging into the black leather, but he didn’t notice.

Some punk was chatting up his babygirl and standing way too fucking close. Inuyasha was out of the truck and storming toward them before he even realized what he was doing, murder on his face and golden eyes boring a hole through the punk’s head that dared flirt with his daughter. She was too good, too pure for the likes of him, for anybody, and he’d be damn sure to let the little asswipe know that in no uncertain terms.

“...And the skirt is going to be layered brown lace with some white ruffles—ugh, I’m sorry, this would be a lot easier if I had a phone so I can just show you a picture. Sorry I don’t have one yet.”

Izayoi blushed and gave an awkward smile, embarrassed that she lacked something most kids her age already had. Heck, even Rin had a phone. Granted, she was a year older, but she’d gotten it months before she turned thirteen. If it weren’t for her overprotective father and worrywart of a mother, she’d probably have one by now. Or at least she liked to think so.

Ugh, her life sucked.

Raiden smiled. “Nah, it’s cool,” he assured with a one-shouldered shrug, blue-green eyes warm as gave a lazy grin. “Mine was a gift for my fifteenth birthday so I haven’t had it long. Couple months, tops.”

He shrugged and laughed and oh well would ya look at that, her life suddenly sucked a lot less. Who knew a one Raiden Mashimo was the solution to a sucky life?

“That’s awesome!” she gushed, perhaps a bit too excitedly, and Izayoi flushed again before clearing her throat and saying much more calmly, “I’m hoping I’ll get one for my birthday too in a few days. I feel so left out, you know?”

She shrugged helplessly and smiled and gosh darn it he was just so freakin’ good-looking.

Raiden visibly perked up, his head tilting a little to the side as he queried, “Your birthday’s soon?”

Dear god why was she blushing again? “Um, y-yeah. Next week, actually. Monday.”

The dark-haired teenager grinned. “Wicked. And I have an idea now: how about after school, we can go the Halloween store and you can help me pick out my costume to match yours? Then afterward, if-if you want to, that is, we can maybe...I dunno, go somewhere and get some celebratory hot chocolate, or somethin’.”

Raiden offered a shy smile and rubbed the back of his neck. Izayoi wanted to gape because it was the first time she’d ever seen him anything other than his usual confident, easy-going self and she found this shy, sweet side of him made her heart race in her chest as butterflies erupted in her belly.

“Oh,” she breathed, her eyes widening as she realized what that meant. A smile slowly bloomed across her face and she bit down on her lip, fighting against the urge to hop around in excitement like an idiot. A date! He’d asked her out on a date!

“I��I mean,” he continued, wincing a little as pink dusted the bridge of his nose and cheeks. “If you’re doing something with your family or whatever I completely understand, we can do it the next day or—”

“No!” Izayoi hurriedly interjected, waving her hands and shaking her head vigorously. At his startled look, she blushed and elaborated, “Er, I mean no, I don’t have anything planned, and yes I’d love to go with you.”

Visibly relieved, Raiden’s lazy grin reappeared and he nodded. “O-okay. Good. Cool. I mean—” He coughed and tried again. “Sounds like a plan. So should I wait for you or—uh...”

Raiden’s eyes suddenly went very wide as his gaze shifted behind her and Izayoi frowned.

“Raiden? Are you ok—”

The deep, dangerous growl that reverberated from behind her was very familiar and the sound, filled with lethal warning, had the bottom dropping out of her stomach and her heart jumping up into her throat. She stiffened and sucked in a sharp breath, ears pinning into her silver hair as horror seized her every thought.

No, she thought, even as she watched Raiden take a tentative step backward, noting how he kept shooting her nervous glances. Belatedly Izayoi noticed the shadow that had fallen over her and never before had she wanted so much to crawl under a rock and die. No, no, no, no nononononooooo...

Despite his obvious trepidation, however, Raiden – bless his heart – swallowed his nervousness and offered a wavering smile.

“A-ah, um, M-Mister Taisho,” the younger dog demon began, recovering from the initial shock of the imposing and slightly frightening figure the half-demon made. He cleared his throat and though still clearly nervous, he dipped into a shallow bow of respect.

Izayoi wanted to give him a big kiss for standing his ground and not running away. She knew from personal experience how intimidating her stupid dad could be sometimes and she knew he was purposely laying it on thick right now in an attempt to scare Raiden away. She knew she liked him for a reason and she may have just fallen a little harder for him right then.

“It’s…nice to meet you, sir,” Raiden said a little haltingly, however not once did he look away from the half-demon’s intimidating glare. “Uh, my name is Raiden Mashimo. I…go to school with Izayoi.”

When Inuyasha did nothing but continue to glower fiercely at him, arms crossed with a light scowl on his face, Raiden faltered slightly and glanced at Izayoi. She could do nothing but offer a trembling, apologetic smile, face burning in embarrassment while her eyes begged him to forgive her. If Raiden never talked to her again after this, she was never going to forgive her stupid overbearing father.

Raiden returned he smile, though it came across as more of a grimace, and swallowed thickly before focusing his attention back on her silent father. Inuyasha’s jaw tightened but he said nothing.

“We were just, uh, talking about our costumes. For the party. At…your house?”

Inwardly Raiden winced and wanted to kick himself. Oh yeah. Real smooth, idiot.

That finally received a response and the half-demon narrowed his eyes before growling, “Costumes?”

Encouraged, Raiden seemed to breathe a little easier as he nodded eagerly. “Yeah! I mean even though she lives there, we decided we’re gonna go together and, y’know, match up our cost—”

“I don’t think so,” Inuyasha cut him off, his tone cold and his stare hard.

Raiden balked and blinked in surprise. “What—”

“He means okay,” Izayoi hastily interjected in a voice unusually high pitched, her eyes wide and imploring as the stared at the boy in front of her. “Don’t worry, he’s just—”

“I mean,” Inuyasha snapped, shooting his daughter a sharp look to quell any further interruptions while simultaneously demanding her obedience, “that you’re not going anywhere with my daughter and you sure as hell ain’t gonna ‘match costumes.’ I can’t stop you from coming obviously, but I catch you anywhere near her and I will personally escort you off my property.”

Izayoi whimpered and smashed a hand over her mouth as her eyes brimmed with tears.

Raiden gaped incredulously as the half-demon finished with, “We clear, whelp?”

Dropping his gaze to the girl before him, Raiden stared into amber eyes glistening with unshed tears and easily read the desperate plea for him to forgive her for her father’s unfair behavior. She removed her hand and mouthed “I’m so sorry” over and over, shaking her head, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

Nodding once to her, hoping that she understood that he did not blame her at all, Raiden steeled himself and focused his attention back on her father, carefully schooling his expression.

“Understood, sir,” he murmured, gave another short bow, then meeting Izayoi’s teary gaze with an apologetic wince, Raiden turned and walked away, hands in his pockets and posture stiff as a board.

Inuyasha snorted as he watched the kid go, more or less satisfied with how that exchanged had gone. Granted, he’d looked more confused than truly intimidated as that had been what he’d been aiming for, but whatever. Didn’t matter as long as he got the message that his precious babygirl was off limits.

“Least this one seems to have more brains than the wolf’s brat,” he commented before dismissing the boy and heading for the truck. “Let’s go, Iz, it’s cold out and you forgot your jacket again.”

When he didn’t hear light footfalls following after him, Inuyasha paused and looked over his shoulder with a frown. Izayoi hadn’t moved, still standing there staring in the direction that little punk had wandered off to. It appeared she hadn’t even heard him ears completely immobile and face blank.

His frown deepened. “Izayoi,” he called. “Let’s go. Your mom’s probably wondering where we are by now and I’ll have ten missed calls and thirty-seven texts on my phone.”

Once more he went ignored and Inuyasha sighed impatiently. She couldn’t be that hung up on some kid, could she? He opened his mouth to demand she get her butt in gear, unafraid to stalk over and carry her if he had to, but then the salty scent of tears drifted over to him on the breeze and Inuyasha faltered. What the—was she...was she crying? What the hell—

“Iz?” he asked, turning around and crossing the distance between them. “What’s wro—”

“How could you?” Izayoi suddenly hissed and the amount of venom in her voice had Inuyasha stopping in his tracks.

Inuyasha studied her silently for a moment, trying to figure out why she was so upset, but when nothing came to him he shook his head and asked carefully, “How could I wh—”

“How could you?!” his daughter shrieked this time, whirling around to pin him with a fierce, baleful glare it momentarily took Inuyasha aback. Tears were running unchecked down her face, her hands were clenched into tight fists, and her ears were flattened against her head.

Recovering quickly and unwilling to let his child get away with such a show of temper, especially to him, Inuyasha pinned her with a glare of his own and bared his fangs as a warning growl echoed in his throat.

“Watch your tone, pup—”

“No,” Izayoi snapped, glowering at him even more fiercely as the tears continued to spill down her cheeks. “I can’t believe you just—I can’t even—ugh!”

With a wordless cry of fury, the young hanyou growled her aggravation before abruptly spinning on her heel and storming away, back stiff with anger and teeth clenched so tight her jaw ached. She tried to ignore the hallow ache in her chest, tried to swallow the sob of despair that welled up in her throat and fought to escape past her lips as her stomach clenched painfully. She felt cold all over and was vaguely aware that she was shaking, but none of that mattered.

Her mental anguish far outweighed anything that she might have been feeling on the physical plane because Izayoi was positive now that Raiden would never talk to her again and it was all her stupid dad’s fault.

“Hey!” Inuyasha called after her, but she ignored him. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going? Get in the truck, Izayoi. I’m taking you home and we can discuss this—”

“I’m walking,” Izayoi spat back at him without stopping or even looking at him. Like hell she was going to voluntarily be in the same space as him right now. She was too angry, too hurt; she couldn’t even look at him without wanting to break down and weep. Just thinking about it had another sob catching in her throat but she bit it back, pressing her lips together as her eyes burned with more tears.

“The hell you are,” her father snapped and stomped after her. “Quit the attitude and get in the truck, Izayoi. Now.”

Izayoi ignored him and kept walking, a little faster this time.

Cursing a blue streak, Inuyasha stopped, crossed his arms, and barked, “Truck now or you’re grounded.”

His daughter stopped. Straightened her shoulders. Then whirled around to pin him with a withering glare so intense, if looks could kill he’d be six feet under by now.

Unmoved, Inuyasha stared back evenly, not giving an inch, however the slight narrowing of his eyes, a not so subtle warning, suggested she would do well to heed his demand and promptly.

Izayoi glared murderously at him for another minute, no doubt pissed off that he’d used such an unfair threat, then finally did ass he was told and stalked toward the vehicle still sitting on the street.

Inuyasha waited until she was inside with the door shut, not putting it passed her to bolt at the last second, before following suit, jogging the rest of the way just in case she decided to get smart and lock him out. Thankfully she did and when he slid behind the wheel she refused to look at him, arms folded tightly across her chests as she glowered out the window.

She was still shaking and Inuyasha turned up the heat before pulling away and making a U-turn to head home.

“You gonna tell me what the hell all that was or you gonna keep being pissy?” he asked her, flicking a glance at his silent daughter through the review before looking straight again.

Izayoi tightened her jaw but otherwise did not respond, remaining in stony silence.

Inuyasha sighed and hung a right. He hated fighting with her, but sometimes it was the only way to solve the problem at hand. How fortuitous to be blessed with a daughter with a temper that matched his own?

And by fortuitous be meant annoying as fuck.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re so mad about,” Inuyasha growled as he turned onto their street a few minutes later, “but this attitude needs to stop, right now, because if you think I’m gonna let you talk to your mother like you did with me, you got another think comin’, kiddo.”

Izayoi scoffed loudly and grabbed her backpack, getting ready to open the door and bolt the instant they pulled into the driveway. Another wave of tears pricked the back of her eyes and she bit down hard to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape. Her chest ached, her throat tightened, and she squeezed her eyes shut tight.

Glancing at her in the review, Inuyasha frowned but didn’t say anything more since they were just about home anyway. Predictably Kagome’s SUV was already parked in front of the garage and he pulled in next to it, hoping that the brief car ride had cooled her temper somewhat like it had his.

He hadn’t even put the truck in park before Izayoi opened the door and darted out so fast she didn’t even bother to close the door behind her. Inuyasha cursed and hurriedly shifted into park before cutting the engine and hastily following after her, not wanting to spare the extra second to close her door but he did.

Kagome was in the kitchen fixing up an after school snack for her daughter while Tai watched cartoons in the other room when the side door suddenly slammed open and the hanyou in question came tearing through it.

“Iz—” she tried but her daughter didn’t even spare her a glance and Kagome heard what sounded like a muffled sob as Izayoi tore past her and ran toward the stairs, not even bothering to take them one at a time and instead using her hanyou strength to launch herself to the top in two leaps. Seconds later another slam reverberated throughput the house as she closed herself in her room.

“Izayoi!” her husband barked a second later right before he came crashing through the door and Kagome blinked.

“Oh, dear,” she whispered and putting down the peanut butter covered butter knife, Kagome hurriedly moved to intercept the obviously ticked off hanyou intent on following their daughter.

“Dammit—” Inuyasha hissed, scowling as he stormed after his rebellious offspring, but small hands were suddenly pressed against his chest, stopping his warpath, and he turned his glower on his wife.

“Outta the way, Kagome, I need to—”

“No,” Kagome said firmly, her tone brooking no room for argument. “Not like this, you aren’t. I have no idea what happened, but you need to sit down and cool your temper before you go talking to her because you’ll just end up making it worse.”

He snapped his jaw shut and glared at her, offended.

She shrugged because it was true; she knew first hand how her daughter and husband’s arguments could be like because she was often in the middle of them.

“Go sit, drink some cider,” Kagome told him, firmly but gently as she reached up to fondly tweak his ear. “Let me talk to her first, okay? Sometime tells me you’re the last person she wants to see right now, anyway.”

And it was if those words took the wind right out of his sails because Inuyasha deflated, ears lowering as he closed his eyes, shoulders slumping. Dammit, she was right, as usual; his daughter could be just as headstrong as him, and if he went to her now, they’d just end up in another shouting match, getting nowhere fast.

Kagome’s hand on his cheek prompted him to open his eyes to find her smiling gently at him, her caramel colored eyes warm with understanding and his throat tightened as a whine threatened to escape.

“Let me talk to her,” she repeated and leaned up to kiss his jaw. “It’ll be fine, love. Just give it some time. I’ll be back soon.”

With that she patted his cheek and headed for the stairs to get the story from their clearly distraught daughter.

Inuyasha took a steadying breath, pinched his nose, and wandered into the living room to see to their five-year-old. He could hear little sounds of distress coming from him, no doubt wondering what was just happened, and he couldn’t bear to have both of his children upset.

At least this one didn’t want to tear his face off, Inuyasha sourly mused as he hefted Tai into his arms where he immediately burrowed into him and then sank down onto the couch to wait.

He hated waiting.

Mercifully it wasn’t long at all before he heard the sound of a door being closed and light footsteps coming down the stairs a few seconds later. Reclined on the couch with Tai napping against him, Inuyasha’s ears perked up and he turned his head as Kagome entered the living room. Her small smile was encouraging, but he didn’t let his hopes get too high; it was entirely possible Izayoi still didn’t want to talk to him. He didn’t know if it was because she was female, nearly a teenager, or just because she had his blood in her veins, but when his daughter held a grudge, she held a grudge.

Kagome settled beside him and smiled down at their napping son, smoothing back his hair. She was silent as she gathered her thoughts, trying to find a way to explain as best as she can without upsetting him again because she knew he wasn’t gong to like what she had to say.

“Well, she told me what happened,” she remarked with a sigh. “And I know you’re not going to like this, but you shouldn’t have done that.”

Her husband set his jaw and looked away, glaring at the TV that at the moment had brightly colored cartoon characters on it.

Kagome shook her head, unsurprised at his reaction. “She really likes this boy, Inuyasha. And you embarrassed her by putting on your ‘I’m-so-intimidating’ act and pretty much forbidding her from going near him and vice versa. And threatening to escort him off the property if he gest too close? Inuyasha...”

Said hanyou scowled and refused to comment.

Kagome dropped her gaze to Tai’s sleeping face and tenderly smoothed back his bangs, remembering when her little girl was this small and she was still able to pick her up. She couldn’t believe she was going to be a teenager in just a few short days. How time flies...

“She’s too good for him,” Inuyasha suddenly grumbled, a slight pout of his face. “She’s...she’s innocent, too young to be thinking about boys.”

Kagome smiled. Now she understood.

“Inuyasha,” she began softly, moving her hand to cradle her husband’s jaw and adding gentle pressure to get him to meet her eyes. “Whether you like it or not, she’s going to be thirteen in just a few short days. She’s going to start being more independent, more outspoken and rebellious, and yes, she’s going to start dating, too.”

Inuyasha flinched and looked about ready to argue, but Kagome spoke up before he could get a word in edgewise.

“I know it’s a little hard to accept, but she’s not going to be your little girl forever, Inuyasha.”  

He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes with a wince, the words painful to hear however true they were.

Kagome smiled sadly and continued, “You can’t be her constant shadow, protecting her from everything and essentially stunting her growth. She needs room to grow, to make a few mistakes and learn from them, to become a lovely young woman with a good head on her shoulders. She’s not stupid, Inuyasha, you and I both know that. She’s fully capable of taking care of herself, or do I need to remind you of Daisuke?”

Inuyasha blinked and then a slow grin curved his mouth upward, recalling how she’d broken the brat’s nose for being too forward. Heh. She could take care of herself, couldn’t she?

Kagome suddenly sighed and stood up, leaning down to take Tai from his arms and cradle him against her shoulder; he remained fast asleep.

“I don’t think she’s ready to talk yet,” she said, casting a glance at the ceiling. “Let her come to you, alright? I know you want to fix this, but you won’t get anywhere if only one of you are willing to mend the bridge.”

Sighing in defeat, Inuyasha nodded and thrust a hand through his hair. She was right. Again, goddammit.

Slim fingers caught his ear and rubbed the soft flesh soothingly. Inuyasha closed his eyes and leaned into her touch.

“It’ll be okay,” she whispered before warm lips pressed against his cheek. “Just give it time.”

With one last warm smile, Kagome left, probably to take Tai up to his room to have the rest of his nap in peace.

Inuyasha watched her go and withheld a whine.

Fuck, he really hated waiting.

It was just after 9 pm when Inuyasha padded down the carpeted hallway to her room, steaming cup of hot cocoa in his hand and hopeful mindset. Izayoi had only come out of her room to eat dinner and shower before retreating from whence she came. Though she still wouldn’t look at him – or even acknowledge him, really – his daughter was no longing glaring death at him so he would call that an improvement.

Maybe it still wasn’t the right time, but he couldn’t wait anymore. He’d done nothing but think about what happened and now he wanted to reconcile with his little girl. He wanted to feel one of her hugs, wanted her to smile at him again, and he desperately wanted to hear her say “I love you, daddy.”

Even if his efforts were wasted, he at least wanted to try.

Stopping before her door, Inuyasha took a breath and knocked.

“Iz?” he called out softly, confident she could hear him through the heavy wood. “Can we, uh, talk?”

Nothing.

Ears lowering, he tried again. “I brought you some hot cocoa. The way you like it, with the marshmallows and whipped cream.”

More silence. Not even a rustle of clothing, though he did hear the gentle whistling of the wind outside.

He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the door. “Please, babygirl. I just wanna talk. Can you let me in?”

Still nothing, and Inuyasha frowned. “Iz?”

Taking a chance, he turned the knob and cracked open the door enough to peer inside. He wasn’t expecting it to be dark inside his daughter’s room and instantly concerned, he opened the door the rest of the way. When he didn’t see her right away the beginnings of panic started to set in and he whipped his head around, amber eyes searching the shadows of the room for his daughter, and he was just about ready to bellow her name when a he felt crisp wind on his face and something fluttering in his peripheral.

Inuyasha snapped his head toward the window—and relaxed, the breath whooshing but of his lungs as realization dawned.

Heaving a sigh as his ears drooped low – it looked like he wouldn’t be getting that talk tonight – Inuyasha ambled over to the open window where the curtains were gently swaying in the breeze and set the mug of hot cocoa down on the nightstand beside the window.

Hidden within the shadows of the large oak tree in their backyard, Inuyasha caught a flash of silver and gold as Izayoi pretended she hadn’t noticed him at her window and the older half-demon tried very hard to ignore the ache in his chest as he left his daughter’s bedroom without a word.

[jencala]

We are in a really long que together and I'm wearing a tux but you're wearing a full on pirate costume and it's no where near Halloween.

Ah, I absolutely love this!  Thanks for this great prompt, my wonderful friend.  I hope you like it!

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Remus couldn’t help but sigh when he saw the long line and took his place at the end of the queue.  He had just over an hour to make it to the wedding on time, but he had to get his Macbook fixed so he could work and had been hoping for once the queue at the Apple store wouldn’t be ridiculously long, but of course it always was.

He felt a bit self-conscious standing in the queue in his tuxedo, but the store was on his way to the wedding venue and he didn’t have time to go home and change before the ceremony.  Remus looked at all the people ahead of him in line once more and sighed once more, his shoulders sagging in defeat as he leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.  He might not even make it to the wedding in time if the line didn’t start moving soon.

“Chin up, mate, at least you’re not the most ridiculously dressed person here.”

Remus’ eyes snapped open and he looked into the grinning face of the man who had apparently addressed him.  A strikingly handsome man who was dressed as a pirate;  a loose white shirt, open low at the collar tucked into skintight black pants with a red sash at his waist.  His long dark hair flowed to his shoulders under a black pirate hat and a large gold hoop dangled from one ear.

“You’re a bloody pirate!” Remus blurted out.

The man barked a laugh, his grey eyes sparkling with mirth. “Well most of the time I’m an artist, but yes, today I’m a pirate.”

“But why?”  Remus clapped his hand over his own mouth. “I’m sorry, it’s none of my business.”

“Nah, it’s alright, it’s my godson’s birthday and he’s obsessed with pirates right now.” The stranger shrugged. “His party is this afternoon and I promised him I’d dress up, but my phone died on the way to his house and I can’t get it to work despite the battery being full so here I am looking like a git.”

Remus couldn’t help the thought that a ‘git’ was the furthest thing the man looked like.  His eyes raked over the other man, admiring the way the tight trousers hugged his arse and the tantalizing expanse of creamy skin visible at the open collar of the blouse.  He flushed as his gaze traveled up and met the stranger’s knowing smirk.  “Uh yeah,” Remus cleared his throat, embarrassed at being caught ogling the handsome man. “That’s an excellent reason to be dressed as a pirate.  I’m sure your godson will be thrilled.”

“Oh Harry will love it, but I know my best mate, Harry’s dad, is going to take the mickey out of me once I put the eye patch on.”

“There’s an eye patch too?”  Remus chuckled. ”You went all out, didn’t you?”

The man’s grin grew. “My godson will get a kick out of it so it’s worth it.  I had to draw the line at wearing it in queue though, figured the eye patch would just be a bit much.”  

“Oh yes, because the hat is easy to ignore, the eye patch would just tip the scales from sexy to ludicrous.”  Remus retorted.

“Sexy, huh?”  The man smirked and Remus felt his cheeks blaze with heat at his slip.  “So are you going somewhere as James Bond or do you always wear a tux to run errands?”

Remus ducked his head, biting his lip as he tried to stop the butterflies in his stomach at the way the man’s eyes scanned him from head to toe. “Well I’m either on my way to a wedding or I’m a secret agent sent here to infiltrate Apple and protect them from pillaging pirates, you decide.”

“Well shiver me timbers, witty and good-looking. It’s my lucky day.”  

Remus burst out laughing.  “Did you just really say ‘shiver me timbers’?”

“Well I thought it was a bit better than the crass joke I was about to make about pillaging.”  The man stuck his hand out towards Remus. “My name’s Sirius, by the way.”  

“Remus.” He shook Sirius’ hand, the feel of the other man’s soft hand in his sending a spark of awareness up his spine.  They each held on for a beat too long and their gazes held for a charged moment. 

Remus released Sirius’ hand and cleared his throat once more. “I’m curious about the crass pillaging joke though.”

Sirius leaned closer and Remus couldn’t help but follow the flick of the man’s tongue as he licked his lower lip. “How about I tell you over drinks after your wedding and my godson’s party?”

“Well I am curious about the joke.” Remus shrugged, his lips quirking into a smile as they shuffled further up the line.

“I’m sure I can come up with a few more.” Sirius teased, pointedly looking at Remus’ arse. “Something along the lines of surrendering booty and all that.” 

Remus flushed once more, but laughed. “I have to admit that’s a bit better than walking the plank or the buried treasure jokes I expected.”  

“So it’s a date then?” Sirius asked, one eyebrow raised hopefully.

Remus nodded, his smile growing and secretly hoping the line would start moving even slower then.  “As long as you wear the eye patch.”

[hildorcostumes]

Cosplay Plans

I guess tentative plans, at best? I’m mostly posting my list to keep things organized so that I can keep busy. 

First up, projects that I want to revisit and take pictures of.

1)Nanny Ashtoreth: Complete! The only project that I 100% completed this year. I added this costume to the list since I’ve yet to debut because, well...and I hope to knock out another photoshoot at home with some improved makeup.

2)Aurora: my goal is to FINALLY get this forever project done next year. 

3)Cinderella: I was originally going to upgrade this costume and wear her to ECCC this year...since that didn’t happen I’ve half finished the upgrades and this gown has been sitting in a storage bin in my closet since March :/ I literally just need to touch up the modesty panel (the seams got a little loose since the first time wearing her I rushed the stitching. A very easy fix.), finish the new swags, bow and add some more rhinestones. Maybe a 2-3 day project at most. 

4)Sarah Sanderson: Ah, another project that I got excited to upgrade, got pretty far....and then I lost all of my motivation and she’s been on my dress form since mid-October (back when I had aspirations for a Halloween photoshoot in the small pumpkin patch in my backyard garden). I have the entire bodice cut out and I just need to actually sew everything together. Like Cinderella, this is maybe a 2-3 day project that I definitely want to finish.

New projects! 

1)Snow White: My first actual Disney Princess costume was Snow White about 7 years ago (I don’t really count Briar Rose as that was a peasant dress) and I really want to make an updated version to prove to myself how much I’ve improved. I’m definitely taking inspiration from the Elizabethan era here. 

2)Lestat (Interview with the Vampire) : Yes, this 100% is an excuse to act like a drama queen and make some fabulous Georgian clothing, haha. 

3)Jaskier (Witcher: Wild Hunt): See above but with Elizabethan, lol. 

4)Nadja (What We Do in the Shadows): Another excuse to make historically-inspired clothing that I can repurpose in my daily wardrobe? Of course. 

5)Evie (The Mummy): Mainly an excuse to make a Book of the Dead prop but I genuinely do love this character. This movie was the first DVD I ever owned as a kid and I watched it to death...hur...hurr...