#also bc october is coming up its VAMPIRE season

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canas being/looking ooc

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𝙿𝙸𝙴𝙲𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙿𝚄𝚉𝚉𝙻𝙴.   how two wrongs make a right.

                            𝚊𝚔𝚊.    how the two fragmented   &   distorted versions of qetsiyah’s immortality spell can combine to make someone a true immortal.

                            first up on my meta rewrites   ,   i’d like to address probably my favorite headcanon i’ve ever come up with over the past five years of writing kennedy.   it all starts with a simple question   ———   𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝙵 𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳𝚈 𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚅𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙼   ?

                            so i first posed this question in october of 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟻   ,   sometime around the beginning of season seven of 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜.   i discussed my theory on what would happen   &   asked for any alternative ideas from my followers at the time.   it’s an interesting theory to look back on because i had been toying with the concept in my head for several months prior to making the post   (   i think since about may of that year   )   ,   &   little did i know at the time that later on in season seven   ,   kennedy would be dealing with this exact scenario.   originally   ,   i had no set plans on when   &   truly 𝚒𝚏 i would put kennedy through such an ordeal   ,   but the opportunity arouse in 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎   &   about a month later   &   with some helpful plotting with my dear friend @crazyimpulsive​​   ,   it was decided that kennedy did in fact die with vampire blood in her system at the end of the episode.

                            so before i delve into how kennedy dies in 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎   ,   let’s first look at why i’m posing this question in the first place.

                            for all of its flaws   ,   the mythology of the vampire diaries is vast   &   very interesting.   like most twenty-somethings i know   ,   i went through a vampires    /   werewolves   /   witches   /   &   other supernatural entities phase that sprung from the popularity of those characters   &   tropes in the media at the time.   i’m not saying i ever grew out of it because   ,   well   ,   i’m still here aren’t i   ?   but i was a little less interested in high school when i first started watching 𝚝𝚟𝚍 in vampires than i was in middle school   ,   &  so when i got to silas   &   amara   ,   a lovely couple of immortals in ancient greece   ,   well   ,   i found them a lot more interesting than i thought i would   (   𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍    ).   what was more interesting than the characters themselves was the powerful immortality spell qetsiyah had developed   ,   which had been the originator for vampirism spell that runs through the blood of most of our favorite characters.

                            a spell that   ,   if kennedy died with vampire blood in her system   ,   would also now be running through her veins too.

                            okay   ,   cool   ,   awesome   ,   problem solved.   kennedy’s a vampire   ,   right   ?   no   ?   okay   ,   well why wouldn’t she be   ?

                            first   ,   let’s recall how the vampirism spell was created.   esther modified qetsiyah’s original spell.   ayana   ,   the bennett witch who was friends with esther   &    mikael   ,   refused to perform the spell believing it a crime against nature.   if i remember correctly   ,   it’s unclear whether esther had come across the spell or if ayana had informed her of the spell before warning her against it.   but what is clear is the spell is 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 from qetsiyah’s immortality spell.   it’s basically a knock off   ,   generic version   ,   was probably poorly translated from the original greek   ,   some of the ingredients had to be changed   ,   etc   ,   so instead of creating immortal beings like silas   &   amara    &   starting a new line of doppelgängers in their wake   ,   it made the mikaelsons vampires.   &   every person from then on who died with vampire blood in their system would go into transition   ,   which upon the consumption of human blood would transform them into vampires.

                            so 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 + 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 = 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.   𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 + 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 = 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎.   simple enough.   but what happens when you add another spell into the mix   ?   a spell that would halt the process of becoming a vampire.

                            does 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 + 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕 + 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 = 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗   ?

                            let me explain why i don’t think it would.   first   ,   because the reincarnation spell used on this blog is part of my own personal mythology i wanted to add into the 𝚝𝚟𝚍 universe   ,   it needs it’s own breakdown.   the gist of the spell works like this   ,   because kennedy has the spell on her soul   ,   when her body dies   ,   her soul moves onto her next life   &   body   ,   which appears identical to her last   (   this is mostly for convenience sake sake   &   also because some myths of reincarnation do include the person looking the same.   as for the scientific details   ,   i suppose somewhere along the line kennedy   ,   evelyn   ,   &   eliza can trace their lineage back to the petrovs but i have not expanded on how yet   ).   i’ve never discussed the specifics of what happens to her soul between her last life until her next   ,   but my current theory   (  which i hope to expand on later   ,   i need to rewatch the stuff involving alaric   &   matt   &   the gilbert ring   )   is that her soul lingers on the other side during this time with all the other deceased supernatural creatures    (   this of course begs a separate question about what would happen post-season six if kennedy had died 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 vampire blood in her system since the other side is 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 destroyed   ).   during this time   ,   she has access to her memories still   (   &   perhaps even her former ones   ,   you’ll have to give me a pass on the details bc all my hcs regarding reincarnation + the other side have been lost on skype   )   ,   &   when it’s time for a new incarnation to begin   ,   her soul is pulled into her new body   &   her memories are gone again   ,   with hints of it sometime lingering around.

                            this particular form of a reincarnation spell can trace its first use   ,   of course   ,   to the 1400s when irina   ,   a bennett witch descended from the same line as qetsiyah   &   ayana   ,  created it.   like most bennett witches we know   ,   she got tangled up with the petrov lineage   ———   but instead of befriending amara’s doppelgänger   ,   she was friends with anastasia petrova   ,   kennedy’s first incarnation.   the two were best friends   &   told each other everything.   as we know   ,   ana was pretty much a two-faced bitch to most of the people she knew.   but never to irina.   irina was the only person ana was whole-heartedly genuine with.   she never lied to her.   she never betrayed her.   she told the girl everything there was to know about her   ———   her fears   ,   her loves   ,   her regrets.   irina was her confidant.   irina helped her learn more about magic after katherine stopped sneaking around   &   learning traveller spells behind their father back.   while katherine had begun seeking out attention from pretty men   ,   anastasia had continued seeking out more knowledge on witchcraft   ,   &   irina was always there with a helping hand   ,   trying to guide her to use it properly   &    respectfully.   because of their deep friendship   &   all the honesty ana put into it   ,   irina was faced with a terrible choice.   when the bennett witch had a terrible premonition about anastasia’s violent death   ,   she decided she had to do something to stop it.   she searched   &   searched for a way to prevent ana from dying but every trail turned up dry.   eventually   ,   irina came across a family heirloom   ,   an ancient translation of an immortality spell   ,   different from the vampire spell   ,   more permanent.   like with the vampirism spell   ,   some of the ingredients had been changed   &   some of the words had been translated wrong.   reading over the spell   ,   the witch was aware of what it would do   ———   it would not make anastasia immortal per say   ,   but instead it would allow her the chance to live again   &   perhaps make make amends to all the girl had wronged in her current life.   the bennett witch brewed the spell with one special addition   &   slipped it into ana’s drink one night.   two weeks later   ,   the entire petrov family had been slaughtered   ,   &   there were no signs the spell had worked.   anastasia’s soul didn’t pop up again until the 1800s in a small town in virginia   ,   a town where a few years later   ,   another bennett witch would be make an appearance.   the small addition irina had made to the spell   ?   an insurance policy that would link ana’s soul to the bennett line   ,   so when the time came to break the spell   &   restore balance to nature   ,   a bennett witch would be able to remove it.   however   ,   because of how much time had elapsed between irina    &   emily’s interactions with ana’s incarnations   ,   none of the bennett witches ana’s soul met had any idea how the spell came to be or how to break it.   little is known in-universe on how ana was able to reincarnate other than there was a spell   &   a bennett witch performed it   &   then linked it to the bennett bloodline.   it is only after kennedy’s death that katherine offers up what she has learned of the spell having researched it throughout the years since meeting eliza gilbert.

                            in summary   ,   just like the vampirism spell   ,   the reincarnation spell on kennedy’s soul is also derivived from qetsiyah’s immortality spell.   so what would happen if someone were to die with both of these fragmented   &   distorted versions of the spell were to co-occur   ?   would one win over the other   ?   would neither work at all   ?   they’re 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 the same spell   ,   resulting in an imperfect form of immortality   ,   both with the ability to still die   (   vampirism with a stake   ,   reincarnation via a human death   ).   so what if instead of the two spell competing with another   ,   they instead completed each other   &   fused into one spell   ?   my solution to this problem is that the spells fit together like pieces of a puzzle   ,  combining to fix what had been distorted   &   fragmented until they form the complete   &   proper immortality spell the qetsiyah created all those years ago.

                            so if the 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕 = 𝚊 + 𝚋   ,   the 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 = 𝚊   ,   &   the 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 = 𝚋   ,   then 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕 + 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕 = 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕.   meaning our previously forever reincarnating witch would no longer be a witch   &   she wouldn’t transition into a vampire either   ,   but instead would become a proper psychic immortal.   it would be just like she took the elixir silas   &   amara took.

                            which is really the gist of it.   i was gonna talk about how kennedy dies in 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 but this post is long enough   &   i have a drabble on it already that i just need to spruce up before publishing again   ,   so i might do that later this week instead.   there is the caveat that because kennedy’s lived four different lives   &   the whole other side memory wipe thing i mentioned earlier   ,   that when kennedy wakes up after dying   ,   she doesn’t have any of her memories   &   there’s a whole process of having to trigger each incarnation’s set of memories in the order of who lived first to who lived last   ,   so we take a brief pause on the other nonsense occurring in season seven get to see ana   ,   eliza   ,   &   evelyn for a bit before finally reuniting with our lovely kennedy   ,   except she gets to keep all of those memories from her past lives this time as well.

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ok not gonna lie paranormal romances sounds so cute omg did u read good ones that u remember or were they all kinda meh?

the psy-changeling series by nalini singh is one of the best paranormal romance series i’ve read!! absolutely love it. in the same vein she’s written a series with vampires and angels and stuff and it’s called the guild hunter series and i’m not all caught up with it but i used to really like it. both of these series are ongoing. i will warn you tho these books are full of sex like sometimes i was like pls mrs singh can u calm a lil bit down... but yeah those are romances so it comes w/ the genre! and believe it or not there’s worse in terms of horniness (the demonica series being one that i can remember off the top of my head)

more on the urban fantasy side of things but kate daniels by ilona andrews and jane yellowrock by faith hunter are two series i can vouch for especially the first. there is also the mercy thompson series by patricia briggs but it’s a bit repetitive. i’m currently re-reading the kate daniels series and i still love it SO much and after that i’ll re-read JY and MT and give some updated thoughts

i read the chicagoland vampire series up until a certain point then it got ridiculous but i thought i could give it a shout out so that you can check the blurb. same for laurell k hamilton i read up until book 7 and it all went downhill from there like the most ridiculous series i’ve ever wasted my time on.

among the series i want to try soon there is the bone season by samantha shannon and trail of lightning by rebecca roanhorse which are more recent, october daye by seanan mcguire, the others by anne bishop, alpha & omega by patricia briggs and hidden legacy by ilona andrews

there is definitely a lot of mediocre works of pnr bc it used to be a genre really popular back in the days not bc of its quality but bc of its capacity for entertainment and for a while the sub-genre has been kind of neglected but i think there will be a paranormal romance/urban fantasy renaissance soon... 

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— pumpkin spice & everything nice.

requests: hi ♥️♥️ idk why i thought of if but its spooky season at target and they have all the Halloween stuff now and i thought about hcs where the reader and the rks dress up as couples costumes or the reader comes out in like this gorgeous makeup look and the bois r SHOOK. haha ilysm and ur writing 💕♥️💕:)

Would you consider writing something for Halloween? I'm a bit of a Halloween nerd (though i cant handle scary things- no horrors for me!). I can just imagine the boys being so confused about people dressing up and everyone handing out candy :') maybe the reader and the Connors could carve pumpkins or watch a scary movie while hiding under blankets and eating all the sweets they managed to get while trick or treating? Anyway, I love ur blog more than I love Halloween, it always makes me smile💕💕

Soooooo it’s October. . . Do you have any ideas for cute couples costumes for the RKs and their S/Os?

i am a slug ahahah pUmPkINKs

Connor:

• he has thought about a cute costume idea for two whole months now • but he’s such a nerd everything he has come up with was too difficult to do or for others to understand • human custom are weird and straining how do people put up with this every year without crying for a solid week • ok maybe he’s got it: either sumo or a cop • no no please don’t tell him he can’t be one of those • you propose a lil’ change tho: you’ll be the cop and he’ll be your criminal, handcuffed to you and all • aND BOY DOES HE LOVES THIS WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL HIM SOONER • not only he gets to be handcuffed to you all night but it’s pretty fun • you go out to a party with some friends and some detectives of the precinct • dragging Hank out of his crib is a hassle but totally worth it he makes the party lots of fun • oh!! if you can he’d like to go home a bit earlier he wants to try to give candies to children he wants to see them smile! • the same smile he has the entire night because?? he was so worried about ‘not doing it right’ but it all turned out so well and,,,, there was no need to worry at all in the first place what a stress fueled android he is!! cuddle him with tiny pecks • he realizes pretty soon that his fav part about this ordeal is coming home with you, the scenery illuminated by thousands of pumpkins hollowed out • of course you two did one too, it was a nice first experience and he ended up with smelling like pumpkin for two days somehow • everyone is out and the streets are filled with laughter and kids • when you and your boyfriend enter the rooms are dimly lit by the scented candles you brought • it’s actually very relaxing and he never noticed • he’s very happy, at night he’s mostly alone so being with you like this is very nice • oh?? you want to watch some movies? • he’ll melt yes he doesn’t want anything else if not hiding under the covers with you and cuddles while the tv softly speaks 

RK900:

• “it’s the fifteenth of September” • “you won’t stop me from buying these tiny pumpkins decorations” • he’s extremely concerned to say the least • like?? why?? • why do you need this many decorations what purpose do they serve • why do you even like having this many decorations it’s a mess • just stop you’re tearing this family apart with your halloween obsession • nevertheless he still helps you putting fake cobwebs on room corners and cooking pumpkin pies • i mean isn’t he the perfect boyfriend? he doesn’t have a fucking clue about what’s going on but still wants to help i love him! • what?? carving?? you won’t carve pumpkins you stupid what if you get hurt that’s a sharp knife right there woah • ok on a second thought you might get to carve the face since you asked so nicely • no you didn’t ask you just exasperated him enough to say yes • he’s still gonna watch you doing it v nervously & worried tho • please let him empty them?? if only that please • ah yes roasting pumpkin seeds is nice plus they are a healthy snack you can have those • why does he have to carve a pumpkin too,,,, • no ‘it’s fun’ it’s not a valid reason he doesn’t have any imagination you’re putting him under pressure™ • yes he does have all the capacities to chisel in a perfect way but?? what?? what does he need to carve?? eyes nose and a mouth?? you sure?? a smiley face maybe?? can’t he carve ‘i love you’ on it give it to you and call it a day? or that would be too cheesy? • “you’re too old to go door-to-door and ask for treats” • “sounds like you’re in for a trick, baby” • oh god if he’s in for a trick, just ask him that again and he’ll make sure that you’ll be too occupied with another kind of treats during Halloween’s night • do we want to talk about the costume? i think we do: a helpless vampire who has no idea about why this holiday is such a big deal and you, his immortal partner vampire for centuries • also,,,, fangs • he’s so handsome and sexy with that red and black outfit he should be arrested • tell him and you’ll have a blue red and black outfit bc he’ll be blushing all the time • i swear if you don’t grab his ass in those leather trousers you’ll live with regret • WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE GONNA EAT ALL THOSE SWEETS IN A SINGLE NIGHT HE’S GOING TO DIE PLEASE STOP MAKING HIM SO WORRIED • FUCK YOUR SUGAR LEVELS DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT HE’S TALKING ABOUT YOU’RE A TOTAL MONSTER NOT ONLY BECAUSE OF YOUR COSTUME • which he very much like btw • he doesn’t think he’ll survive another Halloween 

RK800-60:

• H̶̨͍̠̻̱̮́͋͋̀͞E̷̢̯̭̖͔̺̝̅̍͊̀̃̋͑̃̕͡ W̖̫̤̻̬̭̯͍͛͋͗̂̌̾̈̀̀Ą̢͍̺̳̹̱̼̬͂̈́̂͋͐͢I̶̡̦̦͈̤̠̠͓̫̘͆̉̎̿̍̚͘̚͡T͔͍̠̞͈̟̊̐̆̀̃͛͋̇̈̚͟Ȇ̵̡̧͔̘͈̥̘̳̌͋̚͡D̹͚͓̹̪̞͇̻̎̀͆́̇͆͒͝ A̷͈͚̖̪̟̼͖̪̍̓̓͌͜͢͡ Ẇ̡̨̤͍̲̺̫̟̥̰͌̀̐̀͠H͎̤͇̮̮̭͇́́̽̐̂̉̊̋̕͝O̡̼̪͇̦̥͛̀̇͆̑̎͂͘̚͟͝Ḷ̷̜̗͊̆̐̌͛͟͢͞͞E̩̫̮̺͈̙͈̓̆̓͐̀ Ȳ̙̥̱͕͖̼̠̓̉͋͐͑̇͘̚͟͡Ę̶̠̗͓͈̦͓͓̙͑̇̔̽͐̚Ą̻̗̲̱̓̀͋̏̍͠R̢̝̤̝̦̩̖̠̿̑̈́̀̀͒ F̷͇̗̤̱̠̂̒̎͛͛̍̐͒̆O̵̺̗̳͍͔̙̰̒̌͂̓̔̃̕̕͜͝Ṟ̨̡̦͔̹̫̠̻̎̃̈̿̂ T̹̝̟̺̊̈́̔̑̌̀̿ͅH͙̠̞̝̝̲̣͗́͛̍̍̉͐͠I͔̥̻̬̩̰̓̍̈̉̈͗̿̂̒͜͡ͅS̸̢͔̗̫͔͈̥͔̬̔̔̂̂͂̀

• no seriously he loves Halloween • yeah he says that about every holiday he experiences but • why didn’t you say it sooner that carving vegetables would be this fun • help how do you stop him from wanting to sculpt every cucumber you have in the fridge • hello yes he wants to choose the costume(!!!!) • what do you mean sailor moon is not a valid disguise he likes her • you’re a real party pooper >:( • OKAY FINE you won’t go as Haruka and Michiru • yeah why are you asking he would be Michiru • so,,,, he’s Frankenstein and you’re his bride • pretty neat honestly do his make-up and he’ll be the most beautiful monster you’ve ever seen • just look at him!! all purple and green he’s a messy handsome android • you both hope make-up will go away from his synthetic skin • oh gosh you’re telling him you’ll have free sweets from strangers? • he tears up when a human give him some candies for the first time • 🎶 two morons chilling on the couch five feet apart cause they have stomachache 🎶 • the third time you announce you want to watch The Nightmare before Christmas again he desperately hacks the tv and puts on some real horror movies • he loves them whatchu gonna do about it • you’re scared? well too bad you’ll have to hug him to feel safe oh noooo 

[hermannsthumb]

ok to kick off october (aka the month of halloween) bc its officially past midnight heres a little ficlet i tweeted the concept of a few weeks back! some classic “hermann gets dragged along into a corny fake haunted house and newt is the semi-incompetent worker who keeps flirting instead of actually trying to scare him” au meetcute. also dedicated to @newts-geiszler and @ee-void, the former who indulges me in all my halloween newmann talk, the latter who drew VERY cute art of this on twitter. im gonna make this longer for ao3 lol

The house is large, full of dark corners and artificial fog, fake, too-red gore splattering the walls, the hardwood floors, and cobwebs—these quite possibly real—hang from the chandeliers and wall-set candle holders. It all looks a bit like the set for some bad horror movie. Something that would come on the television at midnight that Hermann would deliberately skip over. “Forty dollars,” he sniffs, as he waits in line with Tendo, Mako, and Raleigh, “for this.”

Piercing, electronic screams drift through the shadowy doorway. The line moves forward. “Look, it’s totally worth it,” Tendo insists. “We’ve done this—what, how many times?”

“Three times,” Mako says. She smiles at Hermann. “It is fun.”

A “zombie”—face green, clothing hanging from its body, groaning—ambles past them, nearly bumping into Hermann, and Raleigh takes a small step between it and Mako.

By the time their group is ushered inside fully, three more zombies and a vampire have wandered by and Hermann is more than ready to go home. His leg isn’t aching him—not yet—but his head is, and it’s been a long day and it looks as though there are a great many stairs to climb in the house. And the flashing strobe lights aren’t helping anything. “Where first?” Tendo says, and points at a little signpost listing the different attractions the house has to offer. Knife-wielding serial killers are delegated to the dining room and kitchen, evidently, vampires to the master bedroom, bloodthirsty scarecrows to the field beyond the house and the undead! to the graveyard beyond that. “Your pick, Hermann!”

Whatever will get them out of here faster. There’s a large group clogging the main entrance that leads to the dining area and Hermann doesn’t particularly fancy standing around anymore, so he examines the sign for their other options. “Basement?” he says.

“The mad scientist’s lab,” Tendo says, lowering his voice ominously, and Hermann sighs.

A few people in costume leap out at them on their journey to find the basement, or, the mad scientist’s lab: a man in a hockey mask wielding a bladeless (and blood-splattered) chainsaw, a villain Hermann recognizes from one of those countless 1980s slasher flicks, a murderous and fanged clown. Much to the delight of Mako, Tendo, and Raleigh, and much to the disinterest of Hermann. He spares a glance at his phone when they finally descend upon the lab. Half past nine. Hermann would normally be in bed by now.

The mad scientist’s lab is decked out in sterile metal, flickering overhead lights, and shelves lined with strange disembodied things in jars. Hermann catches sight of some sort of animatronic Frankenstein’s monster-esque creature strapped to a metal table. That’s all there seems to be. It’s terribly anti-climatic. “Shouldn’t someone be jumping out at us?” Raleigh says, as they stand there staring.

A door swings open, and a short man in thick glasses and a lab coat stumbles in. He’s covered in more fake blood from his face to his clothing and holding what appears to be a large alien brain in a jar. “Shit!” he hisses. He nearly drops the jar in his haste to get to the side of the strapped-down creature, and he’s muttering under his breath. Hermann finds him oddly charming. Tendo and Mako are snickering.

When it’s clear the man won’t be leaping at them or stabbing himself with a retractable knife or any of the host of other things Hermann’s seen others do tonight, he can’t help but say “Are you meant to be scary?”

The man prods the animatronic creature one last time and turns his attention to them once more. “Uh. Obviously,” the man says, and he holds up his bare hands. “You see any gloves here?” He taps at his glasses. “Any goggles? I’m a walking OSHA violation, man. I’m a fatal lab accident waiting to happen.” The animatronic creature suddenly jerks to life with a deep yell, sitting up ramrod-straight and fighting its bonds. The man also yells, in surprise, and he falls back and does drop the jar this time. “Fuck! Now it works.”

Hermann has a hard time stifling his laugh; his colleagues are not even trying. “Are you quite alright?” Hermann says, as green liquid and the fake rubber of the brain ooze across the floor.

The man hauls himself to his feet, brushing off his bloody lab coat, and shoots Hermann a broad smile. “Yep! Yep. All good. Technical difficulties. All minor, though.” He ducks out of sight again, presumably for a broom.

“Come on,” Tendo says, grinning, and nudges the small of Hermann’s back.

They wander on through the basement. The short “mad scientist” they left behind isn’t the only thing to see down there, but he was certainly the only one that caught Hermann’s eye, and the rest of it passes by in a blur. They’re ascending the staircase once more—Hermann, slower up it on account of his cane, bringing up the rear—when a familiar face pops up in a gaping hole in the wall.

“Hi,” the mad scientist says, not making any move to shout or make a grab for Hermann. He’s just leaning on the jagged wood.

“Hello,” Hermann says, and frowns. “Shouldn’t you be—”

“Jumping out at you?” he says. “Probably.” He hoists one leg over the hole, then the other, much to the surprise of Hermann, then lands heavily on the staircase just behind Hermann. He dusts off his lab coat.  “So,” the mad scientist says, “uh, I’m Newt. What’s your name?”

“Hermann.” It’s hard to make out Newt’s face from underneath the makeup and fake blood and the poor lighting to boot, but he has pleasantly round cheeks and a very nice smile that Hermann likes instantly.

“Hermann,” Newt repeats, and then goes and spoils the moment by waggling his eyebrows ridiculously. “You come here often, then?”

Hermann makes a face and begins ascending the stairs once more. “Not if I can help it,” he says. He’s lost Mako, Tendo, and Raleigh, but he’s got a new companion, evidently—Newt’s trailing after him, hands shoved into his lab coat pockets.

“Not your scene?” Newt says.

Hermann shakes his head.

“Well, don’t worry,” Newt says, and winks cheekily. “I’ll protect you from—fuck—!” An animatronic skeleton swings out at them from another gaping hole in the wall, and Newt jumps and grabs onto Hermann’s left arm.

“How heroic,” Hermann says dryly, and pats Newt’s hand. Newt does not let go, but Hermann finds he doesn’t really mind. “Why are you working here, exactly?” It doesn’t seem like Newt’s scene, either.

“I’m part time for the season,” Newt says, eyeing the dangling and fairly innocuous skeleton nervously. “I just love Halloween.” They step up another few stairs. Nothing else jumps out at them; Newt starts to relax. And talk more. “I’m a full time biologist, though,” he says. “So the mad scientist shtick isn’t totally a shtick.” He plucks at his lab coat. “I actually stole this from work.”

“You’ve covered it in fake blood,” Hermann says. “Doesn’t that count as some sort of contaminate?”

“Maybe,” Newt says, and shrugs. “I never actually wear it. Anyway, what do you do?”

“I teach maths at the university nearby,” Hermann says, and Newt’s face lights up.

“Oh!” he says. “This—” he waves his hand over Hermann’s—sensible—cardigan, tweed blazer, and glasses chain, “—isn’t a costume, then? I thought you were supposed to be a librarian or something. Math professor makes a lot more sense, though. Cool.” Hermann supposes he should be offended over the jab as his appearance, but Newt’s endearing in some odd, infectious sort of way. Like a particularly animated and particularly resilient weed.

They’ve reached the top of the staircase and Hermann’s colleagues are nowhere in sight, so he doesn’t let go of Newt’s hand quite yet. They wander out to the front of the house together, through a kitschy little graveyard of Styrofoam headstones engraved with terrible puns and more rolling fog.

“My shift’s over in five minutes,” Newt suddenly says, casual. He’s watching Hermann from the corner of his eye. “Just so you know. If you wanted to ditch this place and, uh, grab a drink or something.”

“A drink,” Hermann says, and then he realizes what Newt’s implying. “Oh. Yes. I would like that.” He doesn’t imagine Tendo will be too upset if he calls it a night early. Especially considering the circumstances: Newt is even nicer to look at in the moonlight, faux blood splatters and all (and he does hope Newt has a change of clothing, or else they may not be let in to any bars), and though Hermann isn’t the type to run around falling for handsome strangers at Halloween attractions something about Newt feels different.

“Ha! Awesome!” Newt’s near-bouncing on his feet with excitement and beaming at Hermann, which is probably why he doesn’t see the chainsaw-wielding man in the hockey mask from before until he leaps out right in front of them. Newt swears loud enough to wake the dead and undead alike. “Shit! Okay,” he says, as Hermann smothers his laughter behind his hand and the man in the hockey mask crouches behind a tombstone once more, “I’m so over this.” He starts dragging Hermann towards the exit. “Let’s go, Hermann.”

[chiquititae]

was tagged by @queenyoonji for this ily!

last

drink: coke (coke runs in my veins by now)

call: my mom

text: the girl im kinda crushing on whoops

song you listened to: 4 walls by f(x)

time you cried: uhhh  dont remember like 2 weeks ago???

have you ever

dated someone twice: no

kissed someone and regretted it: no

been cheated on: no

lost someone special: yes

been depressed: have been constantly depressed for 4 years lmao

gotten drunk and thrown up: yep

favorite colors: black, blue, purple

in the last year have you

made any new friends: yes

fallen out of love: uhhh kinda?? stopped having a crush on someone

laughed so hard you cried: i think so?

found out someone was talking about you: yes

met someone who changed you: yes but idk if for better lmao

found out who your friends were: more like who wasnt my friend

kissed someone in your fb friends list: no

general

how many ppl from ur fb friends do u know irl?: i dont know like 2 ppl irl??

do you have any pets?: 2 cats (misha and luna) and a dog (tika)

do you want to change your middle name?: i dont mind my second name but would prefer sth more original (its anna, my second name is anna and in poland its a really common name)

what did you do for your birthday last year?: last year i had exams on my birthday so.... yeah

what time did you wake up today?: 7:40 am

what were you doing last night at midnight?: uhhhh reading a fanfic i think??

what’s something you can’t wait for?: bts’ concert in october!!!

what’re you listening to right now?: big god by florence + the machine

have you ever talked to a person named tom?: to a person with polish version of this name, yeah

something that gets on your nerves: lmao this is literally what i was discussing with my therapist yesterday and its the general unfairness, especially my parents’ unfairness towards me. also, you know, general stuff like homophobia/ racism/sexism/double standards/etc.

most visited website: youtube, facebook, tumblr

hair color: uhhh light brown?? it used to be dark blonde tho

short hair or long hair: shortish?? arms lenght

do you have a crush on anyone: ....its complicated

what do you like about yourself?: ummmm my legs, my ears, my fingers?? when it comes to personality then the only thing i like about myself is my open mindedness

want any piercings?: yes someday!!

blood type: A+ (at least one thing about me is A+ fjdghfjdk)

nicknames: the only one is smurfette and my grandma calls me that

relationship status: single

zodiac sign: taurus

pronouns: she/her

favorite show: oh boy i think doctor who?? or brooklyn 99!!

tattoos: i don’t have any but i want to!

right or left handed: right

every had surgery:  no

piercings: only the basic ear ones??

sports: god no

vacation: i dont really travel a lot

trainers: god tier

more general

eating: nothing atm

drinking: just finished my coke lmao

about to watch: im rewatching the vampire diaries bc i stopped watching at like season 6 and forgot what was happening before. also i want to watch the originals. what can i say im a vampire fucker

waiting for: nothing really??

get married: i mean maybe?? if i find the right person that i would actually like spend the rest of my life with

career: bitch i wish i knew

which is better

hugs or kisses?: hugs

lips or eyes?: eyes

shorter or taller?: taller tbh?? but short girls are also cute!!

younger or older?: olderor but preferably the same age

nice arms or stomach?: nice stomach

hookup or relationship?: relationship

troublemaker or hesitant?: if its a troublemaker boy then no thanks

have you ever

kissed a stranger: no

drank hard liquor: yes

lost glasses: yes and i had them on my goddamn nose 

turned someone down: i mean in primary school yeah dsjgkhsadjgk

had sex on the first date: no

broken someone’s heart: again, in primary school and i still feel guilty

had your heart broken: yes

been arrested: no

cried when someone died: yes

fallen for a friend: ugh yes

do you believe in

yourself: bitch...im...trying.....

miracles: no but i wish they would happen to me

love at first sight: no wtf

santa: no

kiss on the first date: sure

angels: used to believe in them but now...nah

other

best friend’s name: im a lonely bitch but my best buddies on tumblr are marti and sanduni

eye color: something between blue and grey

favorite movie: the handmaiden, the whole jurassic park series

favorite actor: don’t have one??

i tag: @kids-these-dayz @namgii @uselesssbian @cuteyg @rysiowate @lesbiansana @maigcshop @bloodsweatandgaytears @singularitytae @gukmul but dont feel pressured to do this

[followmetoyourdoom]

Halloweening // Chpt 1 - Trapped

So imma do Iristo weekend as like one fic, with (hopefully) one chapter each day. Iristo isn’t too heavy in this chapter, but it’s there. Also, bc I know this is gonna confuse some people, this is set after season 2 episode 2, except it’s still October in universe. Yeah I know, but *gestures to canon* they put the random-ass Halloween ep in there okay, not me, I’m just pretending it happened two weeks before Halloween and that the rest of season 1 and the first 2 eps of season 2 happened in those two weeks. It’s a stretch, I know. Let’s just pretend.

So, without further ado, I present Day 1 - Princess/Knight

The twins decide to hatch their next plan on Halloween, using the town’s infamous Haunted House as the location for their next devious plot. But when the twins run into a problem, it’s up to Iris to be their knight in shining armour.

Read it on ao3 or below:

As dusk fell on a vibrant and festive Sunny Bay, skeletons on the sides of houses danced a jig in the cold october breeze, pumpkins grinned eerily out at passersby in costumes, and giggles and shrieks of children and teens alike echoed down the streets.

The girls were making their way towards the infamous Sunny Bay Haunted House, open to the public for Halloween. To those brave enough to enter that is.

There was, of course, nothing haunted about the house. It was simply old and decrepit, and perhaps had an issue with rodents. That didn't stop the mayor of the town using it to rake in money for his retirement fund, especially not when it was also the murder scene of a family back in the 1960s. Murder was good for business.

This time, however, a certain pair of twins were going to make sure its patrons got more than what they paid for.

"Urgh, do we have to wear these tacky costumes, Mephisto?"

Her brother grinned, "C'mon, Prax. They're not all that different from our usual outfits. Besides, I like the teeth." He smiled again, showing off the razor sharp incisors the two twins had magicked onto their own teeth. "Besides, pretending to be ghosts won't work. So vampires it is."

Praxina curled her lip. "Ah yes, perfect pretty Princess Talia with her ghost vision. Please."

"Ew, did you just call Talia 'pretty'."

"No!" Praxina said defensively. "I meant it in an insulting way." She whacked her brother on the back of the head when he started chuckling. "Let's just get this over with."

Mephisto nodded and peaked around the door frame, spotting the girls in the crowd. He squinted slightly. "Okay. Iris is in… red? Yes, that's Iris, blonde hair, okay. Auriana… I don't know what Auriana is meant to be, but she has white paint on her face and-"

Praxina elbowed him. "I'm not the one that mixed Iris up with some random human last time. Just get in the coffin before I give you a reason to be there permanently."

"Fine fine, relax, I'm going."

She thought for a moment, then grabbed her brother's arm last minute. "Make sure you don't get trapped or stuck in there like an idiot. We rigged them to open from the inside, but just make sure you don't mess it up or-"

Mephisto cut her off as he smiled, recognising her worry. "I'll be fine."

Praxina nodded. She knew she was asking a lot of her brother, having him lie in wait in a tight dark spot, but he'd assured her he'd be fine. The months of Gramorr torturing Mephisto and playing on his fear of the dark were behind him, he'd insisted. Besides, his paranoia only kicked in when he couldn't get out.

The girls finally got to the front of the queue and Iris paid for the tickets. The three girls entered the house, Auriana rushing forwards, grabbing onto Talia's hand and dragging her with her. The Xerin Princess gave Iris a look that meant something along the lines of 'save me' before she was pulled into the depths of the house.

Giggling to herself, Iris made her way slowly around, trying to get into the right mood. But she'd seen the house a million times over, surely there was nothing that could-

An ear-splitting scream shook the entire house and Iris jumped, covering her ears.

She didn't recognise the scream and after a while, it faded. Clearly there was something good further on in the house.

Iris hurried through the next door, ignoring most of the second room and passing into the third - she needed to catch up with Auriana and Talia anyway. But they were nowhere to be seen in this room either.

Then a soft wail, a murmur, thumps, and knocks, came to her attention. She cast her eyes around cautiously, about to brush it off as sound effects when her necklace began to glow.

The banging started up again, coming from behind the next door and she hurriedly pushed through it, expecting to find resistance. But the door gave way easily and Iris tumbled to the floor, dust flying up everywhere and getting in her nose. She sneezed a couple of times and squinted through the dust, trying to see what the problem was.

"Hello?" she called out.

"Iris?" called out an unidentifiable voice, but it seemed heavy and thick with tears.

The Princess wandered over to the source of the voice, coming across two coffins lying side by side, various pieces of furniture tossed carelessly on top of them - more than likely the haunted house workers making some last minute touches to the interior.

Her name was called again and Iris' eyes went wide as she recognised the voice. "Praxina?"

"Yes!" she snapped. That was Praxina alright. "Release us from these death beds so we can attack you."

Iris frowned down at the coffins. "Is Mephisto in the other?"

"Well I'm not using the royal we!" Praxina snarled. "Now get us out before he starts freaking out again. "He needs help," she added after a pause.

So that had been Mephisto's scream.

Iris nodded to herself and used her magic to remove the furniture from the top of the coffins, Praxina bursting out of hers as soon as she was able to, then angrily turning and blasting the offending wooden box to smithereens. Without sparing Iris a glance, she tugged open the other coffin.

"Mephisto, Mephisto you're free, get out. Mephisto! Get out, stop fooling around… Mephisto? Mephisto, come on!"

But the Ephedian teen made no attempt to move and, when Iris walked over and stooped down to look, she found he was curled as small as he possibly could in the space allowed, eyes shut tight, his entire body shaking.

Praxina continued to shout at him, her demands turning to pleads as she tugged at his sleeve.

But he wouldn't budge.

Eventually, Praxina gave up, and hung her head, mumbling apologies. Iris didn't know what to do, she'd never seen this side of the twins before, this vulnerable side that reminded her that Praxina and Mephisto weren't that much older than her. That they were just child soldiers like she was, except they were on the wrong side of the war.

"Mephisto," Iris said softly, reaching in to pull his hand out, "Mephisto look." She used her light magic to illuminate the room, almost blinding herself and Praxina who fell back, shocked.

Opening his eyes at the light, Mephisto blinked and glanced around, roughly pulling his hand out of Iris' when he realised she was holding it.

He looked up at her like a deer trapped in headlights, the fear fading slightly as he processed what had happened and where he was. "You… saved me?" he asked, unsure where this was a good thing or not.

Praxina made a noise of disgust.

Iris nodded and magicked one of the glowing pumpkins towards the three of them so she could let her magic fade but still have light.

Mephisto thought for a moment, then shakily got to his feet, stepping out of the coffin. "Then thank you, Princess. That's the second time you've helped me." The vulnerability returned to his eyes as he looked at her, searching for an answer. "Why?"

"You needed help," Iris said simply.

Praxina had had enough and pulled her brother away. "We don't need some knight in shining armour or, well, Princess, to help us everytime we mess up," she snarked, hands shaking, but not out of anger.

"Prax… You weren't… well you were there but you weren't-"

"I know what happened," she snapped, "you told me. Then praised the Princess' fighting style for about an hour afterwards. It made me sick."

Iris blinked at this information while Mephisto laughed nervously.

"It's not funny," Praxina muttered, crossing her arms. She let out a puff of air and turned on her heal, trying to act like her old self. "We'd love to stay and chat, Princess. But we have evil plans to put into play."

"Are you sure you're both okay? You're still shaking."

And indeed they both were.

Iris smiled sadly. "Surely even villains deserve a break? Why not spend the rest of the night with us? Call it a Halloween Truce. We can go trick or treating later, there's free candy."

Mephisto's eyes lit up at this, his paranoia settling at the talk of candy. "Can we, Praxina?"

After a few seconds of pursing her lips and looking back and forth between her hopeful brother and Iris' kind features, Praxina caved. "Fine. But this first truce thing had better be the last."

Iris wasn't sure she could promise that.