#also YES I am fully aware that h e is missing. I have not forgotten him I promise

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Blackout.

Back in Fair City everything has gone to chaos. People are being taken and mind-controlled by the invaders, Amazo Guy seems to be around every corner, and a ragtag group of the villains that remain work their best to try and protect their city for once. 

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I said this in the video description but thank you so much again to the participants, you were all wonderful and I owe my sanity to yall!

@livingislands Nocan, Butcher, Whammer

@drtwobrains Twobrains

@hibiscus-candy The Henchmen, Scoops

@banditllamas Big Left Hand Guy

@soupsy-daisy Victoria, Granny May, Rhyme, Reason, Maria, Eileen

@thetooncrew Invisibill

@melodythebunny Amazo Guy

@ Ruth_Less Leslie

@rosieepetalz Tobey, Ms. Question

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The Spirit Board

Character: Changkyun and Female Reader, ft Minhyuk

Word Count: 1.7K Genre: Halloween Thriller Synopsis: When Y/N finds an old spirit board while cleaning out her attic, will she still believe that spirits aren’t real?

Image Credit: @OfficialMonstaX

   “Come on,” she grabbed her best friend’s wrist yanking him forward before he had even fully stepped into the house. “I want to show you what I found!” She slammed the door, locking it before tugging her friend down the hall to her room.    “Can I get a minute to catch up?” he fussed. “You’re dragging me like some disobedient child!”    “Aish, Minhyuk, so dramatic!”    Releasing his hand, she rushed into the bedroom, plopping onto the bed. She tapped the tips of her fingers on her knees, waiting impatiently for him to finally join her.    “So, what is so urgent that you needed me here ASAP?” he asked as he dropped his messenger bag onto the computer chair. “This better be good.”    “Well, I was cleaning out the attic. My parents want to store some stuff up there so I needed to make space,” she started. “Anyway, I moved a box at the very end of the room and this board fell over.”    She pointed to the object on the bed. Both eyed the wooden board with its intricately carved details. There were celestial designs mimicking the moons and stars. The letters, numbers and symbols that had been shaped with such care had been filled in with an indigo ink. The planchette was also made out of wood and had a magnifying glass, surprisingly with only a few scratches.    “Oh hellll naw!” Minhyuk exclaimed as he jumped back eyes wide. “Y/N, do you even know what that is?”    “Yes, it’s a spirit board.”    “Exactly! A home-freaking-made Ouija board!” He shivered. “That is NOT a toy and we should NOT be touching it.”    “Oh, stop. It’s just a piece of wood with letters on it,” she brushed off his warnings. “Play with me. Let’s see what the hype is about. I’m sure it won’t move. This stuff isn’t real anyway.”    “I don’t…” Minhyuk’s eyes flicked from her, then the board, then her again. The skeptical look on his face that was laced with terror brought a laugh forth from Y/N.    “Come on, don’t be a baby,” she taunted.    “I swear to God, if ANYTHING comes out I’m sending that thing to haunt your ass!”    Minhyuk sat down, legs crisscrossed applesauce, at the opposite side of the board. Rubbing her hands together mischievously, Y/N straightened the board and placed the planchette in the middle.    “Ok, so we both have to put two fingers on this thing here and ask a question,” Y/N instructed. “Anything specific you want to know?”    “What spell did Y/N use to get me to do this?” he deadpanned.    “No, think of a serious question!” she whined.    Barely audible, Minhyuk murmured, “I was being serious.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine. How about we start with who made the board ‘cause I can’t really think over the terror in my mind.”    Y/N scoffed, though she was not surprised at Minhyuk’s behavior. Placing their index fingers and middle fingers on the pointer, she closed her eyes. She could hear Minhyuk take a deep breath and let it out slowly as if he were trying to calm himself down.    “Hello, spirits,” Y/N began as she opened her eyes. “We come in peace.” She couldn’t help but snicker, earning her a glare from Minhyuk. Clearing her throat, she continued. “I found this board today and would like to know who created it.”    The two were silent as they peered down at their fingers and the planchette beneath. Just as Y/N was about to call bull, the pointer began to move, the movements jerky.    “Ar-are you moving it?” Minhyuk stammered.    Y/N shook her head watching Minhyuk’s Adam’s Apple bob furiously in his throat as he swallowed a few times.    “Stop screwing around. I know you’re trying to scare me,” Y/N laughed.    “I swear,” he whispered as the pointer continued to move.    “I…” they both read in unison. “M…”    The pointer slid down to the center.    “I M?” Y/N repeated allowed. “What does that even mean?”    “Initials maybe? For the creator of the board?”    The pointer shifted swiftly over the letters N-A-M-E then went back to the center.    “Oh, looks like that’s it’s actual name. Different,” Y/N mused. “Well, nice to meet you, I.M. My name is Y/N and this is-“    “Don’t you dare tell it my name!” Minhyuk whisper-shouted harshly. “Don’t you dare!”    “Oh come on, it’s friendly,” Y/N insisted.    Minhyuk refused to budge. “I said no. Once it knows your name it can have power over you. Haven’t you watched a scary movie lately?”    “Alright alright, sheesh. Don’t get your undies all in a twist!” Returning their attention to the board, she asked, “How old are you?”    The pointer moved down towards the numbers with no hesitation. Again, they read them allowed together.    “336,” Minhyuk’s eyes widened. “Wow.”    “Can you tell us how you died?” Y/N inquired.    Minhyuk whimpered, “Are you sure you should ask that?”    She ignored him, totally intrigued with the spirit communicating with them. She had never believed in spirits or much less that she could actually speak to one. This was turning out to be a pretty cool discovery.    The planchette began to glide smoothly over the letters and numbers again.    “S-H-O-T-4-M-R-D-R,” they repeated slowly.    “What does that…”    Minhyuk cut her off, “Oh shit! He said ‘Shot for murder’. He killed someone. He’s evil. We need to shut this down now!”    The pointer began creating figure eight’s faster and faster until they could not keep up with it. Y/N screamed, pulling her fingers away.    “What the hell!” she exclaimed as the planchette immediately stopped moving.    “What did you do?” Minhyuk jumped up frantically. “You can’t break away without closing the session. We didn’t say good-bye first. I gotta get outta here. I need to go.”    Minhyuk snatched up his bag and rushed towards the front door.    “Hey, wait!” Y/N called out behind him. “Where are you going?”    “I’m going home and I’m going to light some white candles and pray and hope that we didn’t just let an invisible murderer loose.”    “Minhyuk, it’s just a game,” Y/N insisted.    “Yeah,” he scoffed. “Right.”    He slammed the door behind him leaving a shocked Y/N standing in the foyer alone.

***

   It wasn’t until three nights later that she started to feel like she was being watched. She’d been sleeping and a sudden overwhelming feeling of dread over took her, waking Y/N from her slumber. Out of the corner of her eye she swore a black shadow stood near her closet watching her. The shadow was darker then the darkness in her room. Shifting to face her closet directly she no longer saw it and blamed Minhyuk for transferring his fears to her. He was definitely influencing her thoughts.    The next few nights noises could be heard throughout the house. Scraping sounds, like nails raking across her walls and doors opening and closing on their own. The lights would flicker on and off for no apparent reason.    Her parents were supposed to be arriving in a week and she was counting down the days to where she would not have to sleep alone. She was having a hard time sleeping. Minhyuk had refused to step foot in her home ever since using the spirit board and she couldn’t blame him. Not anymore.    When she began to hear a man’s voice she could no longer brush it off as any natural house noises. She knew then, that on the night she and Minhyuk had used the Ouiji board, they had released something into her house.    “Y/N…”    She was walking down the hallway when she heard her name. It was just the quietest of whispers, but even then she could hear the deep timber of a male’s voice.    “Who’s there?”    She couldn’t keep the tremor from her voice as she froze in place.    “Have you forgotten me so quickly?” the disembodied voice queried. “You break my heart, Y/N,” he tsked.    “I.M?” she wondered aloud as she looked up and down the hall.    “It is I,” he chuckled.    Trying to steady her fraying nerves, she took a deep breath before asking, “What are you doing here?”    There was a heavy sigh. “I’m so lonely. It’s so lonely here.”    She couldn’t help continuing the interaction though every cell in her body told her to run as far away from there as she could.    “Where are you?”    The space began to grow cooler. She felt a slick shiver of fear wrack her body as she peered down the hall towards her bedroom. There, where the light didn’t quite reach, she could see a silhouette that appeared to be drawing closer and closer.    “Purgatory.”    She gasped, “Purgatory?!”    “Yessss.”    He was nearer now. His voice so close and bringing with him a frigid air. No longer a shadow, she could now make out a young man. Quite handsome, though he exuded danger causing warning bells to tickle at her mind. She felt goosebumps prickle along her flesh as he smiled wickedly at her with glowing red eyes.    “What the hell are you?!” The fear crept back into her voice.    “I am what I am.”    She wasn’t aware of stepping back, trying to get away from him, until her back hit the wall. The terror that was beginning to consume her made it hard to speak.    “Wha-what do you want?”    She saw the board and the planchette clutter to the floor, momentarily distracting her.    “It’s quite simple dear,” he murmured. “I want you!”    His hand flew out, snatching her wrist before she could turn and flee. Though she knew no one would hear her, she screamed until only thick black darkness surrounded her.

***

   Minhyuk curls up in his bed, staring despairingly at a picture of himself and Y/N as the audio from the news channel his mother is listening to finds its way into his room.    “...no new information in the disappearance of Y/N Y/L/N who has been missing now for three weeks. The police have confirmed there was no sign of forced entry and are not ruling out the possibility that she may have run away. Her friend, Lee Minhyuk, stands by his statement. He alleges that Y/N had confessed that she suspected she was being followed and that the stalking began after they used a Ouiji board. He claims a demon was released that night and is the cause of her disappearance. He is currently seeking psychiatric help and is not a suspect. If you have any information on this case, you are asked to contact the local police at...”

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Super Strange Things

Chapter Seven: Dream Weaver 

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Reader

Overall Summary: Y/N Winchester, middle child of John and Mary Winchester, arrives in Hawking’s with her family to investigate a series of disappearances and hearsay of a strange, faceless monster, along with a girl who can supposedly move things with her mind.

This Chapter: Y/n’s dreams are invaded by a face from her past.

Warning: Graveyard themed. Witches.

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Your humming only ceased when gentle snores left Jonathan’s body. He had fell limp about ten minutes ago, but you wanted to make sure the boy you cared for was in a deep slumber before you allowed yourself to succumb to sleeps embrace.

It had been a long, eventful day. To say you were simply tired was an understatement, so it was no surprise to you that when you closed your eyes sleep was quick to take you.

You were, however, surprised to be reopening them moments later. You were especially shocked when you discovered that you were no longer in Jonathan’s room, but rather, a graveyard.

“What the-” you muttered under your breath, your eyes wandering the area as you looked from side to side.

The cemetery had seen better days, you hoped. As you looked at it now, the spiked iron fences that boarded the perimeter were being eaten away by rust, slowly rotting and snapping in two. The grass was over grown, poking through the fence and hiding smaller graves where it grew in abundance. All around you tombs and mausoleums stood, some twice your size, all of them crumbling in some way, shape, or form due to ageing and neglect.

Your feet stared moving without you really thinking about moving them. They appeared to know your destination, so you allowed them to guide you down the broken cobblestone paths between the resting places of the dead until you saw an emptier section of the cemetery.

A figure soon came into view; a young woman, sitting atop an aged mausoleum. Though there was no current of air in the dream world (because what else could this be?), the girl’s long tasseled shawl still drifted through the air as if a strong breeze were present. The tousled mess of strawberry locks atop her head were also moving to the side, swept away by the intangible wind.

“Hello?” you asked, stepping forward.

Slowly, the girl turned her head to face you, meeting your E/C irises with a level gaze. The corner of the girl’s lips turned upwards into a smirk as a gasp left your lips.

“Liliana?” your voice was a mix of awe and disbelief as you watched Lily toss herself of the mausoleum. It had to be thrice her height, but she fell gracefully, her hair whipping around like a supermodels before she landed firmly on the round, her shiny combat boots didn’t make a sound on impact, nor did her knees buckle.

“It’s been a long time, Y/N,” Lily greeted as she began to approach you, her strides long and elegant.

“How?” you asked, your jaw going slightly slack as you watched the witch approach you. You hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Liliana since the day your dad pack you and your brothers up and got out of New Orleans. What was she doing in your dream?

“I am a Dream Walker,” Liliana explained, her hand sweeping up to vaguely gesture at your surroundings, “I created this cemetery so we could have a place to speak.”

“You couldn’t have just put us at Café du Monde?” you asked, your eyes wandering from Lily to observe the crumbling graves around you. You had to admit though, this was rather impressive. If you had known better, you would not have thought yourself in a dream. Her attention to detail was impeccable.

“I could have,” Lily shrugged, “But I am most comfortable here.” Her voice was just as you remembered, light and airy, like a dream. And her eyes, they were still that distrait green, just like they had been the day you met her.

“Come, walk with me,” Liliana beckoned you to her side by curling her index finger.

Silently, you followed the witch across the graveyard, watching as the brown boots that were not yours peeked out from underneath the tattered army green skirt that was also not yours. You and Liliana were dressed similarly, looking as if you had just left a Stevie Nicks concert.

“What did you bring me here to talk about?” you asked. You hadn’t spoken in years, what could she want from you now? You bit your lip as you trailed after her. I hope they’re not trying to get me to join the coven.

“This,” Lily said firmly. She briskly walked over to a grave and sat on the greyed surface, slapping a tarot card that she had fished from her salmon colored high waisted short’s pocket.

Slowly, you made your way around the grave she was seated upon to sit on the opposite side of her. You tucked some of your H/C locks behind your ear to keep them from your face as you peered down at the card.

“The Tower,” you read slowly. The card itself had seen better days, it was bent in two places, one of the four corners tattered and fraying. You momentarily wondered why, if she created all this place, everything was so old and decaying. The graves were molding and crumbling, the white blasted surfaces cakes with dirt and peeling paint. Even the small card before you was so beaten down.

“I like old things,” Lily said absent mindedly, “I think that there is beauty in the old and forgotten. In the mistreated and neglected.” She ran the pads of her fingers along the grave you were seated upon. It was unmarked- no name or date present on the headstone. A minor detail you supposed, one that would take too much to compose.

“This is my family cemetery, the old one, at least.” Her voice was quiet, her green eyes staring off into the distance before she shook her head lightly, sending her long wavy looks into a frenzy.

“But that’s not what we’re here to talk about,” Lily said, a black painted nail tapping the battered tarot card.

“Are you familiar with divination?” Lily asked, her green eyes looking directly at you in a way that almost made you uncomfortable. Your chest clinched as you looked down at the occult card before you, knowing that it wasn’t bad, but knowing you didn’t want to be part of Lily’s world.

“Umm,” you paused, running a hand through your loose hair, “That’s like looking into the future right?”

“Yes,” Lily said as she gave you a firm nod, “Seeing into the future to discover hidden knowledge. It’s a common practice among witches.”

“What’s that have to do with us?” you asked curiously.

“I learned how to deal the cards ever since I could understand the complexity of them. I read them for various people, whether they are aware that I do or not, mostly to check in on friends and family that have strayed.”

“I consider you to be a friend, Y/N. You are also family, as you belong to this coven.”

“I am not a witch,” you said firmly. You hardened your eyes and squared your jaw as you looked at the slightly older witch before you. She was the one who had informed you and your father about your “gift”, had even suggested you leave your family to start your training. Your father had contemplated it, and still threatened to send you away till this day if you step out of line. You had never fully forgiven Lily of giving him that leverage. You didn’t want to be a witch; you just wanted to be a Winchester.  

Liliana waved you off, and you huffed in an irritated manor, crossing your arms defiantly.

“So I deal the cards for you and your family, every few months or so to make sure you’re all ok. The life of a Hunter is a challenging one,” Lily continued as if you had never interrupted her.

You listened quietly as you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

“It was ever anything concerning, until last week, when I drew the Tower for you in a reading.”

“What does the Tower mean?” you asked, though you could already assume it meant nothing good for you. Stupid witches and their foresight.

“When the Tower appears in a reading it’s a forewarning of an upcoming disaster, an unseen danger. A catastrophic force,” Lily’s voice rose as she spoke quicker and quicker, her accent more prominent as she picked up the pace.

“I did they layout over and over and over, getting the same result. So I tried scrying for you,” Lily met your eyes and quirked her head to the side, “But I couldn’t find you. I’ve been meditating for hours waiting for you go to sleep. Where are you?”

“I’m-I’m in Hawkings, Indiana,” you sputtered out, “At my friend Jonathan’s house.”

“You’re not on a hunt?” She asked, if you had known her better you would have say she looked slightly relieved.

“We are, there been a bunch of disappearances. No bodies are turning up though, we’re not sure what it is.”

Liliana frowned, puckering her lips and looking up that the cloudy sky as she though.

“Did you notice anything strange?” Lily asked, her green irises shifting from the drab sky to your confused face.

“Strange? There are some electrical anomalies in the house of the missing kid and the ringing-” your voice drifted off to the events that occurred an hour before you shut your eyes.

“And a ringing in my ear. Normal at first, I just brushed it off. Then, tonight, so loud that my ears bled, I saw- I saw a replay of what happened earlier in that day. Almost like a vison of the past.” You explained, your tone of voice shifting from high to low, confusion evident in your facial features as you looked up at the older girl.

Liliana’s eyebrows furrowed at your words, her lips parting slightly as confusion flooded her face as well. “You saw into the past,” she drawled slowly, getting her facts straight, “You know this for sure?”

You nodded, “Yea I asked about the little girl I saw, Ms. Byers said she’d been at the house earlier that day. Do you know what that was?”

Lily sighed and stuck her hands in her bangs, slowly dragging her hands through her hair, her eyes fluttered closed as she thought.

“Yes,” Liliana muttered, her eyes still gently shut closed, “You have the gift of Sight.”

“Sight?” you asked slowly, the words rolling uneasily off your tongue.

“Yes, it’s a rare gift bestowed upon witches, kind of how necromancy is so rare.” Lily explained her hands waved elegantly though the air as she spoke.

“And Dream Walking?” you asked. You were curious, and you hated it.

Lily waved a hand dismissively, “Dream Walking isn’t a common gift, but things like the Sight and Necromancy are only gifted to one witch per century. They’re very hard gifts to control,” she explained.

You rubbed palms against your face, your eyes crammed so tightly shut that small galaxies danced across your vision.

“Wat am I even supposed to do with this information?”

The older witch shrugged her shoulders, her floral patterned shawl falling lower down her arms as she did so. “Gifts like these don’t often devolve in, no offence, weaker bloodlines like yours. However, I have read that in some cases that these rare gifts can form in light of extreme circumstances. So maybe you should figure out what caused you, a lower level divination witch, do gain a power like the Sight.”

You tried not be offended, that that shit was kind of rude. You huffed slightly as you uncrossed and re-crossed your arms, reminding yourself that you didn’t even want to be a witch. Once more Lily’s panted nail was tapping the card laid out on the grave, “I have a feeling it has something to do with this.”

“The impending doom?”

Lily blinked up at you slowly, unamused, “This is serious, Y/N. I couldn’t find you, which means the town is shrouded by something. And not another witch, by something unknown. And while I typically find the unknown fascinating, this time it’s scary. You need to be careful, there’s something nasty going on in that town.”

Liliana pushed herself up off the grave and bent over, plucking the tarot card up off of it and pocketing it once more. She then rounded the grave to where you were seated bending over so that she was eye level with you. You leaned away from the strange girl, not liking the close proximity. She was your friend of sorts, but you liked your personal space, well, personal.

“You’re going to need to practice your gift in order to utilize it. Witch’s throughout history who’ve had the Sight say that it’s impossible to fully control, but with the right amount of meditation and practices you can get a good enough hold of it,”

Liliana took her middle and index finger and placed them gently on your temple, a warm feeling surged through you, causing a sigh to pass you lips and your E/C irises to flutter shut. Gradually, you found yourself knowing a bit more about your gift and how to work on “mastering it”, Lily was feeding you knowledge. You shuttered at the thought, witches were so weird, and you still didn’t know how you felt about being one.

“Better get to accepting it,” Lily whispered in your ear, her soft breath tickling your skin, “Because the sooner you do, the stronger you’ll be.”

Liliana pushed herself up from her leaned over position, her hands locked behind her back. She gave you a pleasant close lipped smile and you watched her strawberry blonde locks sway in the false breeze. Though you had mixed feeling about seeing her again- and her invading your mind- you had to admit that she had comforted you. You hadn’t wanted to admit it to Jonathan or yourself, but the vison had really freaked you out. It was nice to know that you could be able to get in under control one day.

“Now,” Liliana said as she turned on her heel, “You can return to bed, Fais de beaux rêves.”

Liliana parted her hands, waving one side to side without looking back, and soon, the cemetery started to bleed away, leaving you to enjoy a dreamless sleep.