#anyway. happy spooky day I hope everyone is doing well

[musical-chick-13]

The worst thing, actually, is trying to write for a niche/character/ship/fandom/etc. that ISN'T rare, exactly, but also isn't incredibly popular. If no one is going to see it because no one's interested, then it doesn't have to be good. If there are tens of thousands of options, it doesn't matter if people hate yours, they can just go elsewhere. But if interest in the topic is small enough that everyone can reasonably get through all the works about it, but large enough to potentially have people actually discussing it........HELL

[screaminglygay]

KINKTOBER day 9

pairing: dark!quinn bailey x fem!reader, tara carpenter x fem!reader, slight quinn x tara

summary: you and tara are in relationship, happy one, but what if someone thinks they can be better for you?

warnings: smut!!!, dark!quinn, begging, choking, biting, noncon, dirty talk, slut as a nickname, degrading, crying, mentions of blood, cheating, face slapping, quinn is threating with knife, pussy spanking, little dark!tara as well, not proofread, if anything else - let me know!

word count: 3.3k

an: i wrote this at my work and... yeahh, i basically got paid for this so i guess that´s a win! heh, i hope you´ll enjoy this. i think i need to write some fluff after this, or maybe just touch some grass outside, anyways... enjoy!:p

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky time and be safe!

"Tara, please!" You whine out.

"Look who´s begging now, huh?" She smirks agaist your neck as her hand run all over you.

"Shut up and just-" For Tara´s height she was really strong, you´re not really sure if it´s because of her training with her sister, or because you underestimate her all the time, but the way she´s pinning you down right now is unbeliveble, and hot.

Tara´s hand slides up to your neck and it shut you up real quick, she makes eye contact with you and squeezes a little. "If you want something, you should ask nicely, (Y/N)."

Of coruse she´s teasing now, since you already made her cum two times tonight. And to be fair, you weren´t entirely nice about it either.

"So how it´s gonna be, (Y/N)?" She smiles at you.

You hate her in these situations, because she always gets what she wants. Always. It´s her stupid pretty face with stupid frackles and stupid big eyes, that make you melt everytime.

"Please Tara," she slows down her hand movements on your body, "I want you to touch me and just-" She starts to circle on your lower stomach as she listens to you very closely, "make me cum, please."

"Your wish is my command, love." She kisses you one more time and then slowly makes her way down, it was really easy access since both of you were completly naked.

Closing your eyes to feel the full pleasure was something you did often, but Tara wasn´t really satisfied with so little eyecontact so she bites into your skin, something that Tara did often to bring your attemtion back to her. Even in school, when you were reading a book for some quite time, she bit your hand.

As you open your eyes, Tara just gives you a small smile, indicating that you did very well. You´re needy as much as her, she just really needs to taste you and make you fall apart. And she did, she starts out slow, teasing you and mostly teasing your clit, she was the biggest fan of yours and she made sure you know it every day.

That night she made it known four times, before you were overstimulated.

After Tara cleaned you up, she noticed that you were already sleeping, which is a good thing, since the last few days were hectic and you barerly slept. She got up and made her way to the kitchen.

"Oh shit, you scared me, Quinn! I thought you´re at you Italian boyfriend." Tara chuckles.

"He´s not my boyfriend and I realized he´s not so good in bed, it was just his lucky day, the firt time we met, I guess..." The readhead shrugs as she sips on her water. "But you sounded like you had a great time, huh?" Quinn raises her eyebrow and Tara just blushes, real hard.

"Oh um... yeah. I though that no one will be at home, so we like-" Tara stutters and Quinn just laughs.

"Didn´t hold back, got it." Quinn nods.

"Yeah... can you not tell Sam? I mean she would give me some sex advices and I just really don´t want to hear it." Tara groans.

Sam knew you and Tara were dating for a few months, but after everything that happened a year ago, she was still very suspious of you turning into a big scary killer and kill everyone. Which is definetly what you´re doing as your after school activity every Wednesday and Friday. You even had a small arguments with Tara, one time she was on Sam´s side, the other day she was hating her sister for always being up her ass. Well let´s just say that dating Tara is little rollercoaster of emotions, but you wouldn´t trade it for anything.

"Won´t do and hey, bring your girl some water, I think she needs it." Quinn throws a bottle of water to Tara.

"Thanks! Goodnight, Quinn." Tara is still blushing like crazy, but she quickly dissapears into her room.

Quinn watches Tara go to her room, where you were sleeping peacefully after Tara made you scream like that. How much Quinn wanted to be there, to see you, to take care of you, to make you scream her name.

You and Quinn met after you brought some literature books to Tara. Which was few months ago and since that, she can´t get you out of your head. But Tara captured your heart first, but she know she can change your mind. And she will.

What Tara didn´t know was that the bottle she just caught was Quinn´s special bottle for her plan to work. And so far it was working amazing, Sam out of town for buisness meeting, you being dead asleep and Tara being so naive, which makes her vulnerable.

Quinn read Tara like a book, so she knew right away, that she will have a sip or two as well. So after Tara making you drink at least half of the bottle, you pass out back to sleep. Her lips touches the bottle too and she drinks the rest of it. And bang, she´s dead asleep too.

Quinn peaks into Tara´s room and smirks to herself, knowing she has the whole night for making the perfect scene.

...

You´re not really sure what time it is, but when you open your eyes, trying to ajdust to the light, you can´t see Tara in the bed with you, so it must be after 8AM, since Tara likes to go to the coffee shop for hers and yours favorites orders.

As you try to sit up, you notice you can´t. Your hands and legs are tied to the bed and you just let out a chuckle. You know that Tara is really open about trying out new things with you, but this is a big unexpected jump even for you. But to be honest you don´t mind at all. You still feel little sore, from yestreday´s action, but nothing you can´t take.

"Baby?" You say little louder, hoping she would get in the room immidietly. But there is no response. "Love?" You try again, but nothing comes from the other side, the doors are still closed. "Tara? I uh- I´m awake!" You get little imatient, as it´s been few minutes, on the bed, without your girlfriend, tied to the bed.

The door finally open, but it´s not your girlfriend. "(Y/N), are you oka-" you and Quinn look at eachother. "oh- sorry! I didn´t know-" Quinn turns around, ready to walk out.

"No, Quinn! Wait! I- Can you help me please?" You quickl say, before she can dissapear.

"Help?" She turns around. "I don´t want to get into, whatever you and Tara have..." Quinn lies, but you´re too emberassed to catch how her words came out in a sarcatic, harsh way.

"No, it´s fine. Uh Tara is not here and my hands are getting really sore, so... if you could just-" You nod towards the ropes attached to your wrists.

"Tara is not here?" Quinn tilts her head, playing innocent is really easy for her, but she can´t contain herself much around you, especially around your naked body, tied to the bed. Completly at her mercy.

You just nod, hoping you will get out of this situation quickly as possible.

"That´s a shame isn´t is?" Quinn walks to you closer, sitting on the bed next to you as her hand grab your wrist. "That Tara is not here." She looks at you.

"I mean... It´s just embarrassing." You mumble as you look at her hand on your wrist.

Why is it taking so long?

"Aww you´re embarrassed. Don´t be, look at you. Look at your body," her hand is now running from your wrist, along your sides, then back up circlening on around your nipples, "it´s perfect, (Y/N)."

"Quinn, what are you doing? This is not- Tara will come back." You try to move away from Quinn, but it´s really hard with the fact that you´re tied to the bed.

"Don´t worry, she won´t come back. Not now at least." The readhead whispers into your ear, which brings out goosebumps on your whole body. Your nipples are now hard, since you´re naked and the room is quite cold.

"Quinn-" you look at her in complete panic, you don´t know what to do, but Quinn does. She planned this to every single detail.

"Shhh, just enjoy it. I heard you last night, you sounded so good, but..." she moves closer to you and kiss you under your jaw, "I know you can scream louder than that, slut."

"Please don´t..." few tears start to fall from your eyes.

"Okay, if you´re not wet, I´ll stop. That´s fair, isn´t it?" She smirks, knowing damn well, that you gonna lose this one.

Fuck, you´re fucked.

You try to move your hips, hoping you could dry yourself up somehow, but you know it´s a lost fight already. You hate your pussy for betraying you like this. You´re body always wanted this kind of a treating, but you need your body to understand that this is not you Tara.

"Let´s see..." Quinn stand up and slowly trails her hand from your breasts, to your stomach and all the way to your pussy. "And look at that!" She smiles as her finger slips into you so easily. "You´re drenhced. You don´t like this, you love this, of course you do!" She pulls her finger out and brings it to her mouth, tasting you. "So fucking sweet. I don´t blame Tara for eating you out for hours, this taste is addicting!" She chuckles.

You try to get out of those restrains, but you can´t. "Quinn-"

"Zip it, I want to hear you scream my fucking name, when I make you fall apart, got it?" Quinn put her hand around your neck and squeezes hard, then she moves to sit on top of you as she begins to make out with you. As a protest you bite her lip, but that didn´t stop Quinn at all, it´s the exact opposite, her kissing gets messier as you can taste her blood on your lips, she´s more turned on. And sadly, you are too.

Her hand slips back on your pussy as she starts quicken her pace and you let out a moan. "See? Not that hard." Quinn mumbles against your lips. And it´s her time to bite your lip.

Fuck- this is so wrong, but it feels so good.

Her hand on your neck starst to get really tight as her other hand on your pussy is playing with you faster, so fast that you can´t hold it anymore. "Fuck, Quinn!" you let out the most pornographic moan of your entire life.

"Good fucking girl, I knew you will like this. Of course you do, you´re such a slut. My slut." She wispers into your ear.

You hum agaist her, trying to catch your breath was the only thing you can concentrate on, at the moment.

"And now you´re agreeing with me. See? I knew you will like this." She kisses your head. "Let´s show this to Tara, hm?"

Your eyes widen at the mention of your girlfriend. "W-what? N-n-no, I don´t think-" Quinn cuts you off.

"You´re not here for thinking, slut. Only for screaming my name, so now shut up and don´t move." She winks, knowing you barely can move a muscle.

After five minutes Quinn comes back with Tara tied to a chair. "Oh my god-" you scream. "Tara? Tara, baby?" you yell towards her, but Tara just looks up at you with tears in her eyes.

"Quinn let her go! Please," you whine, hoping that she will listen. "please." You start to cry more, already forgetting about the pleasure she made you feel a minutes ago.

"Jesus christ, you´re such a cry babies." She comes to you and slaps your cheek. "I will give you a reason to cry, if you continue, slut." Quinn´s soft hand make contact with your cheek one more time and you try to hold your tears.

You lay there completely naked as your whole body is shaking, you´re not sure if it´s still from the pleasure or the stress or the fact that you´re actually really cold. You look at Tara and you notice that she stopped crying too.

"I´ll make a deal with you two, if you," Quinn smiles and looks at Tara, "will fuck (Y/N) the way I say, do everything I´ll order you to do, then I might think about not killing you. If you won´t, Tara... bye bye, see you on the other side." Quinn takes a pocket knife out of her pocket and swings it next to Tara´s cheek.

"You can´t do that!" Yelling was a stupid thing to do, but in order to protect your girlfriend you would do anything. Quinn turns to look at you and she slaps you again. "Gosh, stop making me hurt that pretty little face of yours." She looks at Tara, but quicly turns back to you. "Are you doing this on purpose? Of course, you fucking like getting spanked!"

You blush at Quinn´s words. You fucking blush. "Tara..." your voice breaks as you look at your Tara, watching your naked body.

"Fine. You fucking freak!" Tara spits on Quinn.

Quinn smiles, "oh you two are so messy and I love it!" She swings her knife again, laughing at the two of you. "If you try anything, I´ll cut your throat like, understood?" Tara just nods.

Quinn unties Tara and immedietly points her knife at her. "I want you to eat her out. And you-" Quinn point her knife at you, "you better fucking scream, remember your sweet girlfriend´s life is on the line, (Y/N)."

Tara slowly moves towards you, "are you okay, baby?" she whispers to you and you just nod.

"Enough with the chit chat, get to fucking work!" Quinn yells as she sits on the chair next to the bed.

Tara just gives you a soft smile, something that used to calm you down, but not now. At least you´re glad that the both of you are okay... alive.

As she slowly put her hands under you, she draw small circles of reassurance, hoping it would calm you down at least a little bit. Clossing your eyes sounded like a good idea, at least now you can imagine being there with only your Tara, if that was the case, this would honestly be a very enjoyable moment for the both of you.

As her motuh got closer to your wet pussy, you could feel her breath on you, which brings the shivers everywhere and you let out a soft moan. Tara kisses your pussy, she did this everytime, you love how soft she can be in a dirty moments like this. But... both of you feel like this is a completly different thing, as you´re trying to stay alive.

Tara´s tongue start to go up and down, tasting you made her hums against you as you let out yet another moan. "Fuck, Tara-" your hips jerk at her skilled motuh.

"Oh none of that! You will moan my name, slut. Not hers. Come on!" Quinn harshly says.

"I-" all of your words left you, you don´t know what to say, it feel so wrong. But you want to survive this, whatever this is.

Tara´s hand squeezed you softly, giving you a sign that it is okay. You take a deep breth and at the same time Tara quicken her licks and you moan. "Quinn! Fuck, oh my fucking god!" You moan.

Quinn is smilling ear to ear as she knows how much fucked up thing she´s doing right now. But it took her so long to look at you and Tara, like she didn´t care, like she was okay with you two. But now? When her plan is perfectly made, she can do whatever she wants.

"Give the slut three fingers." Quinn orders.

Tara knows you never took three fingers with her, you´re too tight, she wants to protest, but she also knows the consequences of this decission. So without missing a single beat she slides three fingers into you. Shockingly it went in smoothly and you´re now a moaning mess, repeating only one word, "Quinn".

"Harder," another one of Quinn´s orders.

Tara start to pump her fingers in and out harder, making you whine at how harsh she is going. "That- hurts."

"Good, make it hurt." Quinn´s hand start to slide into her own pants and she was drenched, everything that happened today and is still happening was her dream.

Tara´s fingers were hurting you a lot, but at the same time you feel this pleasure that you never felt and it feel so good, your pussy is swallowing Tara´s fingers and she can feel how much you like it.

"Slap her clit." Quinn let out a shaky words as she was also coming closer to the edge.

And Tara did, so hard, that you think she´s letting out all her anger and frustration on you and you are correct. She don´t stop, she just contniues slapping your clit, until it´s Quinn who brings her out of it. "I think she had enough of spankings, Tara." Quinn chuckles as the sight of Tara slapping you was truly a masterpiece.

Tara stops, but you can tell by looking into her eyes, that she was still angry, sad, horny, but mostly furious with you and the whole situation. And Quinn could tell too, which was again something that just made her plan work, even better.

"Stop and sit on her face, let that little slut make you cum." Quinn notices how Tara´s eyes shift at that order, she was fucking with the two of you so effortlessly.

No matter how much you whimper or try to buck your hips, none of the girls cared, Tara just sits on your face and her hips start to move back and forth, not really carring if you can´t breathe with her pussy in your face at all. Your tongue start to get to work, licking as much as juices as you can, noticing that Tara is enjoying way too much. Noticing that her body is betraying you as much as yours do.

"Let it out, Tara. All these ugly emotions, let it all out." Quinn mumbles as she´s nearly there herself.

No need to say it twice, Tara lean in so she can reach your pussy and she start to spank you again. This time faster and harder, letting out all the anger from you screaming Quinn´s name, from all the moans that were supposed to be hers, but mostly from you being a slut.

And the fact that you´re very close to cumming just comfirms how big of a slut you are, not to Tara, but to anyone who is willing to touch you.

This moment was meant to be, as on the same time all of you cum from the pleasure you are feeling. Tara came all of your face, as almost suffocating you in her juices and pussy. Quinn came at the beautfiul sight infront of her and you came as a dirty little slut, from all the pain that´s Tara been causing you by her hand.

Quinn stands up and come closer to you and Tara. "You did great, my little sluts." She smiles.

Tara want to do something, but she is too tired to jump on Quinn and tackle her down, but she´s trying to come up with the best thing she can do right now.

"Don´t even think about it." Quinn put some fallen hair behind Tara´s ear. "Because I´m so nice and I want this to be more than just a one time thing, I made sure that you two will behave." She walks to the window, where she had her phone recording this whole time, but only the bed, so if she truly wanted to, she would manipulate this recording for her own use. "Because of this, we will have so much fun in the future, girls."

And now you´re truly fucked.

Thank you for reading!!!!

[lustlovehart]

I usually struggle with writing/commenting on anything, but I gotta. The monster!AU, that Malleus piece? Fucking gold. I absolutely loved it. I don't know how often I reread it. Likely seriously. It's so good. I love your writing style, I love how you portrait Malleus as absolutely infatuated but still as a (powerful) monster who, well, does monster things. En mass, since he's so powerful.

I'd love to see more of the Monster!AU (especially Diasomnia, I'm a sucker for them), but I also just wanna say I'm gonna read whatever you post anyway.

Love your work, I hope you're doing well and have a fun spooky month ahead of you!

People really reread my stuff that much?!?! IM HONORED.

Honestly, I really thought the Malleus piece would only get like, 100 notes as it was on the older side. I did go back and add more to it though, so that might be why it got more traction than expected 😭.

My writing style for Monster!Twst is basically just a constant, “How do I make it sound romantic enough for everyone to understand their interest“ and “how do I make them crazy murderers?“

Malleus and Readers dance was probably one of my favorite ways to show it! (There was also something simialr to it in the Incubus!Vil piece, but its a bit more subtle compared to Malleus. This next paragraph is just gonna be me blabbing about Hard Stoned Gallery Dance guys!)

I tried to show MH!Darling’s lack of awaraness of the danger he imposes in the dance! Throughout the whole thing they’re sloppy, essentially relaxed as each step they take is messy, but still lands where they’re meant to. Menwhile, in the complete opposite of the spectrum is Malleus, who is quite literally serandaing you with praise and kisses, while performing the dance with perfection.

It shows how oblivous reader can be about the danger they let run rampant into the world, and said danger lovingly holding them in his arms.

Until you smell the foul stentch, and the disposition changes immediately. You become rigid with worry, while Malleus’s gentle grip becomes harsh, movments becoming swift amd sharp with no time to reciporocate.

I’m sorry about that ramble, but i wanted to gush about the one part I liked about the fic (≧◡≦) ♡

Don’t worry! Ive stated before there will be a lot more Monster!Twst to come, especially with it being halloween season (￣▽￣) (I have like 3 requests for the Au, The Heartslaybul chapter, and one extra post with a potential thought of Fellow and Skully!)

Speaking of Diasmonia, all the dorms play a heavy part in the story, but! They’re actually a bit more of special case! similar to the actually storyline in twst, I wanted to make it so Diasmonia was basically a mystery factor within the plot, so, they may or may not be some parts where they’re mentioned, or possibly, even there...!

Whether you read only Monster!Twst or my other stuff, i’m happy you spend time out of your day enjoying my writing! Thank you for your kinds words, and I hope you have a very sppoky october too!!!! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

[littlelalu]

In the Spirit of Halloween | Milo Manheim (Fluff)

NOTE: Happy Saturday everyone! As promised, here is the other Halloween one. I am slowly having more free time. Hoping to write more this upcoming week.  Let me know if you guys have any suggestions like more smut?  More fluff? More Milo? Make a zed / Wally/Ryan/Joseph?

Have a good weekend.

Y/N = Your Name

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The months of October have been crazy for Milo and me. From going to Halloween parties every Friday and Saturday to going to haunted houses and Halloween-themed escape rooms on Sundays, we were doing our best to spend as much time together as possible before he leaves to film. Since I work Monday through Friday, the weekends are when we have more time together.

Today is officially Halloween and it’s been raining all day. Milo and I had planned on dressing up and passing out candy to trick-or-treaters, but we just decided to stay in and celebrate anyway.

“Y/N?” I heard Milo’s voice coming from our bedroom.

“Yeah?” I responded from our bathroom. I always shower when I get home from work.

“Come in the kitchen when you’re done!”

I finished up my shower and got out to put on some comfortable ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ pajamas. I went to the kitchen when I was done. Milo was looking in our pantry for something.

“Here!” I said happily.

Milo turned around. I noticed he changed his clothes too. When I got home, he was wearing his usual t-shirt and jeans, but he changed into a cute Oogie Boogie onesie pj’s. He looks so adorable.

I giggled instantly when I saw him.

“You like my outfit?” He said as he did a quick spin showing it off.

“Yes, I do. You look cute” I told him. “So, what did you call me for exactly?”

He smiled mischievously. “I found some stuff that can make our Halloween date better”

I looked at him suspiciously. “Okay… What did you find?”

Milo went to the fridge and pulled out some stuff as I sat on one of the stools we have here. He brought them in front of me. Pillsbury pizza crust, mozzarella, pizza sauce, and my all-time favorite, Pillsbury Halloween cookies.

“Were making our pizzas?” I asked excitedly.

“Yes, BUT….” He said as he turned around and looked through our drawer. He turned back around to face me and showed me some Halloween cutouts we had.

“Oh, my goodness. This sounds like fun! Thank you, babe,” I said as I got up and walked up next to him.

“You’re welcome. I know you were a bit bummed out earlier about our plans changing.”

“I was a little bit, but with us going out a lot, I realized alone time with you and no one else around sounded amazing.”

“Agreed. Let’s not do that again next year. Except maybe the escape rooms. I liked those”

“Nerd,” I said jokingly.

“You know what. I’ll take that as a compliment because, without me, you would still be stuck there.” Milo said. We slightly laughed. “I’m going to miss moments like these,” Milo said to me as our gazes met again.

“Me too.”

“But as soon as I am done, I am coming home straight to you,” Milos said as he placed his hands on my waist and mine did the same to his. I would wrap my arms around his neck, but our height difference does not allow us to do so.

I smiled at him. “Good. I will be here waiting”

“I love you, Y/N”

“I love you, too, Milo.”

Milo leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back. It was a quick kiss though, so we had to pull back.

“Shall we get started?” Milo asked.

“Yes! I’m getting hungry already.”

Milo began opening both cans of Pillsbury pizza crust. He laid one crust in front of me and the other in front of him. He put the Halloween cutouts he had found in front of us as well. I saw him reach for the pumpkin cut out. I picked the ghost cut out. We pressed them on our dough.

“Mine looks like a chunky pumpkin right now,” Milo said as he pointed to his pumpkin-shaped crust. 

I giggled. “My ghost looks a little lopsided, but it’s okay. It makes it look spookier”

He laughed. “Oh, it’s spooky alright” 

We took turns cutting our pizza into different shapes. 

“These are very….” Milo said as he looked at both of our creations together. “Unique!”

“They do,” I said as we laughed. 

Milo passed me the jar of pizza sauce and the mozzarella.

“I couldn’t find pepperoni here. I know you like it sometimes.”

“It’s fine. The cheese will do” 

We covered our pizza crusts with sauce and mozzarella cheese. Once we were done Milo transferred them onto a baking tray. Our little figure truly looked funny. He preheated the oven while we cleaned up and washed our hands.

When the oven beeped, Milo placed the tray in the oven.

“Do you want to prepare the cookies now or after we eat?” Milo asked as he picked up the cookie packet.

“Let’s do it right now so we can watch a horror movie without having to pause.”

“Are you just saying that because you’ll be too scared to walk to the kitchen after watching half a movie?”

“Maybe...” 

Milo laughed. “Okay, you big baby”

“Hey last time we watched a horror movie, you were the one who was terrified of getting up at night”

“I thought we weren’t gonna talk about that anymore…. Oops”

Milo playfully glared at me. “Meanie”

I laughed and opened the cookie package. “Which tray are we going to use for these?”

Milo went to look in our cabinets for an extra tray. “Found one!”

He brought over the tray, and we began to align the cookies in rows. Once we were done, the pizzas were done. Perfect timing.

Milo took our pizzas and put our cookies in. 

“At least now we can wait for the pizzas to cool down while the cookies bake,” Milo said. “Wanna clean up here while I set up the living room?” 

“Sure,” I said. 

Milo nodded and left the kitchen. I began to pick up our mess in the kitchen. 

By the time the timer went off for the cookies, I was done cleaning. I took out the tray and placed it next to the pizza tray.

“Babe!” I said from the kitchen. “Everything is ready. Want me to serve us?” 

“Yes please!” I heard Milo respond.

I pulled out some cute Halloween-themed plates I found the other day and placed our pizzas in one and our cookies in the other. I also bought us these cute ghost cups a couple of days ago. I got those out and served us some coke. 

I grabbed the plates first and walked to the living room. When I got there, it was nicely decorated. The Halloween décor we had around the house was now all over our living room but looked great. Blankets all over our couch. What I loved the most was the cute Halloween lights. Purple, orange, and red. 

“No wonder you were so quiet,” I said. “Oh, Milo this looks amazing.”

Milo smiled. “Thank you. I wanted to make it extra for you.”

I walked over to the living room table and placed the plates there. “You always do.” 

“Why don’t you get comfortable and pick the movie while I go get us our drinks”

“Sure. I already served them though. They’re on the counter.”

Milo went to the kitchen to grab our drinks and came back. “These are adorable. Where’d you get these?”

“Probably family dollar or dollar tree… I saw them and thought they were cute”

Milo giggled. “What movie did you pick?” 

“I picked the original IT movie”

“I guess we’re spending the night in the living room tonight” Milo joked.

The rest of the night we spent it in the living room. We ate our pizzas and some cookie. 

Milo cuddled me close to him. The smell of his cologne calmed me down a bit. I did find it funny how he would easily jump or yell “oh shit” when he would get scared. I think I ended up cuddling him more during the night since he got more scared than me.

[rotm-channel]

The Legend of the little Boy.....

Twas a cold dark night in auttum and Pippa was resting in her little bed,she was tired and was almost ready to go to sleep,Jack tucked her in gently.

Pippa however was not ready to go to sleep yet

“Jack?Could you tell me a story, you know lots of them!Could you tell me one please?”

“Okay,but you'll have to go to sleep after”He said,Jack really did hear plenty over the years and liked telling them to the kids

“I will!Could you please tell me one of your spooky stories?”

“A spooky story?”But it's not Halloween just yet,besides you're trying to go to sleep and a scary story will just keep you up and give you nightmares”He said to little girl

“Oh!Don't worry about that youre stories never scare me!Go on now!Tell it.”She replied,eagerly awaiting his answear

When Jack heard that a mischievous grin formed on his face 

“WE-L-L If you insist,here is an old story about a boy from long,long ago”He said as he sat on her bed and began to unfold his old story:

He lived in a little town. I don't know his name but I do know he was a chipper and eager little boy who was part of a family of LumberJacks.

He worked hard day after day with his dear father and other fellow Lumberjacks and was friendly with everyone and loved his little town very much and all of its surrounding….

There was however one particular part he didn't really like…

There was an old abandoned quarry a few miles away down a sideroad,many claimed it to be haunted,the little boy was always nervous whenever he had to venture there.He didn't know why exactly,but he always felt as if he was being watched....

One night he came back to town along with a last load of lumber in a horse drawn cart with other lumberjack, when one of the Lumberjacks came to him “Little boy could you please go back down the road to pick up a cart,it was left there by mistake and well really need it for tomorrow”

The brave boy was always happy to help so he got on a pony and raced into the night to find the missing cart.

As he headed boldly in the darkness though a fog came down “Surely it will pass over soon,besides it'll take more than a bit of fog to stop me” The fog however quickly became so thick that he lost his way down the road.

And ended up getting lost and going the wrong way.

The boy was unaware of this until he reached his destination.

For in the fog he became so lost that he hadn't realized that he was heading towards the abandoned quarry.

The little boy was scared of being at the quarry all alone in the dark,but he was tired and so was his pony and he knew it was unsafe to head back down the road in the thick haze…

In spite of his fear,he decided it was for the best to wait until morning in hopes that the fog would be better then

He went into one of the old buildings and drifted off uneasily to slumber.

Late that night awoke startled to a noise coming from beneath the building.

He opened his eyes and saw long ghastly looking fingers reaching for him through the floorboards!

THERE WAS A MONSTER under the structure.

Terrified, the little boy ran out of the building as fast as his legs could carry him, with the horrible man-eating monster chasing him through the night……………..

“The-then what happened?”Pippa asked nervously

"Ahh,but thats where the story ends little Pippa no one ever saw the little boy again…."Jack replied stoically

“Bu-bu-but what about the Monster?!”She stuttered

"No one knows for sure….legend has it the monster still lurks about to this very day,hiding by unsuspecting people….."

"Waiting for the right moment…. TO STRIKE…"

“Anyways theres your story,so it's time to sleep”He said giving little Pippa a frosty kiss on her cheek

He went to the window and said “Goodnight”and flew off into the darkness…

Pippa however was far too scared to even think of sleeping,while she was no longer bothered by the cold presence of the frost sprite,her thoughts now dwelled on Jack story

“It couldn't be real!....could it?Pippa dared not to make a sound just in case any monsters were listening…

One terryfing tale for:@rotg-halloween

[amoodysim]

Amiyah: Ok, I think it's spooky enough now!

*knock on door*

Amiyah: Hey ya'll, come on in! Happy Spookfest!

Amiyah: *sharp inhale* ... Ali?

Amiyah: Hey!

Ali: H-Hey! Umm... Hope you don't mind me crashing your party... I like your costume.

Amiyah: Haha, thanks! I'm actually-- I'm really happy to see you.

Ali: Me too! I've just been so busy and I needed a break and Nataly told me we would go out for Spookfest and bar hop, she made me wear this ridiculous costume, I feel so silly, and at the last minute she brought me here and... What's that look?

Amiyah: Nothing, I just-- you look good... And... I feel like shit about the way we left things... and... how I reacted to...

Ali: It's ok... I'm just happy that we're talking now.

Amiyah: Yea? I'm... I'm sorry... and... *deep inhale* umm... Let's sit in the kitchen, it's getting kinda crazy here.

Amiyah: So, tell me about the fight! How did your match go?

Ali: Well... umm... not as expected... but, I'm training for another match I got next month so...

Amiyah: I'm sorry I wasn't there to support you! Maybe I can be there for the next one?

Ali: I'd love that! *awkward silence*

Amiyah: I'm gonna refill drinks...

Ali: Hey wait... umm... I still-- I've missed you... and Jamari! We should umm... you know, catch up over some coffee or something soon.

Amiyah: *nervous laugh* I'd really like that!

Ali: Ok! Great!! Umm.. Can I use your bathroom?

Amiyah: Yea, it's the door behind you... I'll be here...

Leigh: What the f--

Amiyah: Hey!

Leigh: So you've been avoiding me all night to talk to her?

Amiyah: What? No-- we're just catching up. I was-

Leigh: You know, this look on you isn't flattering. You look cheap.

Amiyah: What the hell is your problem? You've had an attitude for the last couple of days.

Leigh: Yea, because you're using me as a babysitter while you try to sleep with everyone!

Amiyah: What? I've only been with you... and, I'm not even sure what we are... What are we? What about Jamari? I thought-

Leigh: We? Ha, we're nothing! You're just an easy lay.

Amiyah: Wow... I thought you wanted to spend quality time with our son! I thought we were-

Leigh: HE'S NOT MY SON!

Amiyah: You know what, you've been drinking... You're shouting and people are leaving... You should go, we can talk about this tomorrow.

Leigh: Don't tell me what to do, bitch!

Ali: Hey! What did you call her? Get the hell out of here!

Leigh: Oh please... Like I should be scared after we saw you get your ass beat in your last match... What are you gonna do?

Ali: Get. Out. NOW!

Leigh: Whatever. Not worth my time anyway... *drunken hiccup*

Ali: Hey, everyone left... you ok?

Amiyah: That was so embarrassing. She's so... ugh... I'm sorry about what she said.

Ali: Hey... it's ok... it's over with now... Don't worry about it, it's not a party without a little bit of drama. *long silence*

Amiyah: Why are you looking at me like that?

Ali: I'm just happy to see you again.

Amiyah: Me too.

[sugarcryztal]

Hello I was wondering if I can request a romantic matchup for mha please? And I also request some nsfw headcanons as well? :)

I’m a 25 year old woman and my pronouns are she/her. I am bi, but I do have a preference for men. I’m 5’4 with a curvy/chubby body type, which I’m very insecure about. I have wavy dark blue hair that’s just passed my shoulders as well. I have many piercings (ears, nose and lips) and I have a tattoo on my left thigh as well. I also have big tree eyes and I wear glasses.

I’m shy and awkward around new people. But once I feel comfortable enough to break out of my shell I’m much more talkative, bubbly, playful, giggly, sarcastic, sweet and a bit moody/sensitive at times. I do have a spicy side where I can be super sarcastic and petty. But that only happened when I’m upset. I prefer to stay home than going out, even though I enjoy traveling. I love to help others out and make them feel welcomed and included. My sense of humor is often dry, awkward and a tad bit dark. So most of the time it’s just me laughing at my jokes lol. I suffer from mental health issues and need someone who can be patient and understanding of that. I can be social when I want to, but I’d rather be more reserved and observant of my surroundings during social settings.

Sexually, I’m much more submissive and I’d rather have my partner be the more dominant one. But I can be a bit bratty as well. My kinks are light choking and spanking, dirt talk, brat taming and restraints 😅.

I enjoy reading, traveling, makeup, fashion and shopping, playing instruments, singing, anything spooky and paranormal, tarot readings, food lol, going on walks, nature and napping! I can literally sleep for hours on end. I love animals and kids as well. I have two cats of my own and would like to have kids in the future. I also hate spiders, crowds, loud abrupt noises, being belittled, and rude/inconsiderate people.

I do enjoy teasing and banter though, so I need someone who can dish it out as well lol. I’m not much of a touchy person as being randomly touched by people triggers my anxiety. But I can be very cuddly and clingy with my partner.

Thank you so much and I hope you have a good day/night~!

Your MHA match is . . .

HAWKS !

SFW:

Oh boy where do I even start? Pre-relationship? Pre-relationship.

- Before you and Hawks officially got together I feel like you guys would, for lack of a better term, friends with benefits that definitely had some romantic tension. He definitely thought you were a baddie. 🙏

- Bonus: When he had a crush on you he was probably kind of scared because he didn’t wanna lose because what would he do without your shy and snappy personality!

- Even though he seems like a pretty outgoing dude, he’s also pretty content with staying at home with you! He says he doesn’t need to go to parties because he’d rather be with you anyway. (I imagine him having a bit of separation anxiety.)

- When it comes to your mental health challenges I can imagine he is willing to overcome them with you. Though he may not get it sometimes, he plans to make you his wife someday. And happy wife or no life!

- If you are prone to anxiety attacks and touch is a specific trigger, he is literally body shielding you from everyone. He doesn’t like watching people touch what’s his anyway.

- If you do break down every so often, he is always there to pick you up. Well, not always because of his job, but he tries his best. When he is home he will lend his shoulder to cry and lean on as you talk about what happened. After all of that he likes to treat you as comfort! Snacks, movies, games, manga, whatever you would like you shall have!

- If you guys wanna go travel I can imagine you just hopping onto his back and using h wings to fly to your destination LMAO

- Don’t worry too much about if you’re heavy or not, he reassures and proceeds to pick you up bridal style to prove his strength. He loves carrying you because he can hold you as close as he wants!

- Wants to do ALL of your hobbies with you.

- He learns how to play an instrument, he lets you practice make up on him or he practices on you, you guys host mini fashion shows for each other to decide what to wear on dates, if you did a tarot card reading on him he will be slightly freaked at the accuracy, but overall support you, watching horror movies with you, and, his personal favorite, taking naps with you. He loves spooning you and stuffing his face into your hair.

- Will tease you, but never with things you’re insecure about. You guys made this board where if someone successfully teased the other and flustered them that would give them a point and whoever has the most by the end of the week gets one favor from the loser.

-When he heard you wanted cats he was like “omg same!” and then you guys got a tuxedo cat he WANTED to name Nuclear Missle, but you protested and settled on the name Tux instead.

- Tux hates him by the way. Whenever Hawks tries to play with Tux he always comes back covered in scratches, but if you play with him you’re just fine! Favoritism smh.

It was a quiet afternoon in your and Hawk’s apartment. The sun outside was slowly setting with each minute passed. It was tranquil and calm as you read a new novel you got into by the window.

That was until you heard the loud shattering sounds of a vase and hissing noises. You quickly got up and rushed to the living room and lo and behold, your boyfriend was holding your cat as it scratched at him while hissing.

You sighed deeply and gently took your cat from him, setting him down before tending to the scratches on Hawk’s face. He whined, “Babe, it’s just a scratch! Now come on, give me a kiss!”

You huffed a stern no at him and he whined more. He was your boyfriend, didn’t he deserve a bit of affection?

“You’re a fool, you know that?” You mumbled at him.

“Hmm. Yeah. But at least I’m your fool~” He replied in a teasing tone. He gently swatted your hand away from his face as he cupped your cheek and dragged you into a slow and passionate kiss.

(SORRY THAT WASN’T LONG 😭)

NSFW

- DEFINITION OF MAN IN THE STREETS AND A FREAK IN THE BED!!!!

- When you guys are in bed, he loves pressing his face against your stomach or into your boobs and thighs. You can whine all you want, he’ll still do it.

- LOVES using his quirk to pin you down to the bed so you can’t move while he ruts into you! Also loves tying you up in ropes or handcuffing you to the bed.

- Oh, and don’t even think of mentioning insecurity to him. Because he will fuck you so hard that you forget everything about it.

- Either loves missionary or prone boning you. Prone boning especially if you were being bratty earlier.

If you’re to fucked out to speak: “Oh? What’s wrong baby bird? Getting dumb on my cock? Yeah that’s what I thought. Too rough? Should’ve listened to me before then.” He wraps a hand around your neck from behind, lightly squeezing your throat just enough to produce tears and have you begging for more.

If you still decide to be a brat: “You wanna be like that, brat? Ass up. I’m not going easy on you now.” And proceeds to spank your ass until it’s a little red, not enough to do serious damage though.

- Don’t listen to him when he says he’ll be gentle. 9/10 times he’s lying. It’s really not his fault! You’re just so warm and soft!

- You said you wanted kids? Oh he will definitely give you kids. If he pulls out and sees any of his seed leaking out, he scoops it onto his fingers and pushes it inside of you.

- And you guys aren’t stopping until he knows you’re pregnant!

- Aftercare? Aftercare!!!!!

- After letting you rest a bit, he’ll get up and prepare things like your favorite food and/or drink. A nice bath for you both to soothe any achy muscles, and matching pajamas for a movie marathon!

Thank you so much for requesting!

08.21.24

[rae-raewrites]

Hi! How are you? Anyways, can you AK Scarecrow having a young millitia (13-14) in his army? Like he dosent even know how they got here but he knows that they had some traumatic past events and decides to keep a close eye on them so they dont get hurt? The kid is also very sweet, kind and quiet. Thank you and take all the time you need! Have a good day/night!

Been saving this one for Halloween because screw it I love this so much.

Also happy Halloween everyone! Hope we’re all safe and feeling spooky!

Arkham scarecrow with a militia kid

Jonathan crane did not expect the Arkham knight to bust into his laboratory that faithful day a couple of months ago nor did he expect this

The knight coming into his laboratory with a much smaller figure in toe certainly catches his attention

Adrian has the look of someone who’s see so much despite being only 14. A by product of a man taking his child with him as a merc and not making it.

Jonathan isn’t usually the kind to be bothered by children,the years before the croc incident were rather neutral to them. Scareable but not the kind of fear he was looking for.

So when the knight informs him he’s apart of his security detail there’s a point of interest in his mind

A child watching over the master of fear?

There’s this part that wants to shake the kid off yet……

“A-are you sure you should be handling that without any gloves?” “With such a tiny dose? Child this is nothing.”

The boy genuinely cares about him,the subtle things are easy to pick up on for one so focused on reading people.

It’s something refreshing considering how stiff a lot of the others in the militia seem

Jon wasn’t expecting to teach him how to make his toxin, but this is certainly a more pleasant lab accident

If this kid is getting bullied on by any of the older militia boys then they can promptly say goodbye to everyone they love

Poor kid ends up dealing with rest of the rouges trying to figure out how scarecrow acquired a small child.

“Is Mr nigma normally this rude?” “My dear boy please, call him Edward. And yes he can be insufferable.”

Doesn’t mean it’s all sunshine and rainbows,he still has a plan to enact.

Adrian isn’t going to be treated like trash because they have work to do,boys still young enough to where an eye has to be kept on him.

It kinda becomes his pet project to look after him when he’s not reworking his toxin

A return to his roots if you well

He may not seem like type for it but he extends a hand if the lad wishes to talk

[ficoandleo]

LEO, drop a Halloween costume try on stream and my life will be yours 🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥

Well you'd better have your wish prepared for when you sell your soul to the little demon because Leo is live on TikTok, WickTok, and YouTube! "🎃Halloween Costume Try-On Stream!❤️‍🩹" Pretend I posted this on Halloween and not literally the next day!

Since he's streaming from his phone Leo does try and give it a minute to let the stream load and populate for all the earliest viewers, humming along to the royalty free, slightly spooky, lo-fi music he had playing in the background while wiggling around in a little half dance in front of his tripod.

"Hey, everyone! It's me!" Leo greets with a chipper wave of both hands. He laughed a little, shaking his head. "I think it'd be way more weird if it weren't me. Why do we always. . .anyways, hi!! Happy Halloween!"

The stream of comments and hearts increased, greeting him, and wishing him a happy Halloween. On Youtube he got a few Super Chats too, which he thanked the senders for. Everyone who paid a certain amount and above got their name read out, too.

"Soooo Halloween, right? I always do a little costumed stream with Sho-chan and we'd go around street parties or like we went to a zombie run two years ago that was super fun--and I hate running! Sho was carrying me by the end of that stream."

Newer viewers or people who missed it commented in amusement, some asking if anyone had a recording or highlights. A few people who had been there for the stream said that Leo got drunk on top of running from zombies and they were surprised at how much he could drink for such a small guy.

"But here in Darkwick apparently they do like an American Halloween thing. So there's kind of trick-or-treating? And I've never been trick-or-treating because we don't do that here in Japan! So I'm kinda excited to trick-or -treat and I was like. . .well, I need to have a really good costume for my first time trick-or-treating! And I ordered a bunch and they didn't get here until, like, last night because shipping stuff to Darkwick is a fucking nightmare?"

Several Darkwick students in chat agreed that it was a pain to order things to be delivered to the island. You'd think such an elite school wouldn't have these problems. Some people mentioned sending things to Leo and asking if they'd arrived yet, or saying that it took an unexpectedly long time for things to be delivered on their trackers as well.

"Yeah. . .sorry about that guys. I'm talking to them about seeing if there's a way I could, I dunno, pay extra to get some kind of faster processing for stuff people send me but. . .mail doesn't really work like that. You guys haven't been sending me perishable food or anything, right? You know better than that. Anyway.

"Everything gets here like yesterday afternoon and I'm like 'that's way too late for a whole stream,' so I decided I'd just do one this afternoon. And I wanted to do a trick-or-treating stream for you guys but the way my data works here it's hard to stream if I'm not somewhere with access to wifi. So I'm probably just gonna record it and edit it down for a VoD. Sorry!"

Everyone understands at least and tells him that they'll be looking forward to the VoD. Someone said they'd be handing out candy at their House and they hoped Leo would drop by.

"Oh! So trick-or-treating, for anyone who doesn't know, is like. Normally you go door-to-door and say 'trick or treat!' and get candy. And if you don't get candy you can play a trick. But since Darkwick's only got the dorms and the main buildings and some shops and a restaurant or two that's kinda lame, right? You'd run out of places real quick.

"So you go to different dorm rooms and trick-or-treat. And some people trick-or-treat, like, individually? Like they go up to people and say 'trick or treat' and it's kinda considered fair game. But also it's also totally fair game to be tricked instead of given a treat! It seems like a way smaller kind of event than what you might normally see in Shibuya but there's also only, like, a thousand people here. So it makes sense not to have a huge event. Especially since there's normally a school festival--they call it Samhain because they want it to have a fancy name--around now. But it got delayed."

Then Leo claps his hands and steps back from the camera a little. "But that's enough chatting! I bought a bunch of costumes to try out! I match with Sho every year, but he didn't wanna try on his costume with me and just said to bring it to him when I choose mine so. . .sorry, no Halloween Sho live this year. But I'll make sure he goes trick-or-treating with me so you can see what he gets to wear too. So! Let's check out my costume options!! Obviously I can't, y'know, change on stream but I'll step off-screen and you can entertain yourselves for a couple minutes while I get dressed! Be right back!"

With that explanation out the way, Leo waved and stepped off screen. Behind him his bean bag chairs had been given Halloween themed covers, a pumpkin, a ghost, and a skull--Monster, the red teddy bear he likes, is sat on the skull off to the side, and some of the chat greets him excitedly. He left a screen on his wall playing a little video of a chibi of him dressed in previous years' Halloween costumes popping up around the words "HAPPY HALLOWEEN"--one of the chibis was also with Sho, in a girl's costume that matched Leo's as always. Regular viewers would recognize the chibis as having had been redressed versions of the ones that played during other streams where he tries on clothes or puts together outfits. The artist was credited beneath the text.

"I can't see the chat, so don't say anything my mods would have to get on you for! I mean it~♥" Leo called from where he was changing out of sight. The chats proceeded to fill mostly with silly, non-punishable words or promises to be good among the usual chatter and cries that Leo was 'gone forever,' although a handful of people did get timed out or have messages deleted. He'd considered borrowing Romeo's fox robe and just buying accessories for each costume rather than getting whole costumes, but there was something less fun about that. Besides then he would have the hidden zipper on the back and someone could ruin his time by unzipping him. So his time spent changing was all realistic.

"Okay! Were you guys good? Did you behave for me~?" Leo's voice again came from off screen to herald his coming return. He also chimed in a shout out and thank you to the artist of his background graphic before he stepped back in sight, jangling gently with every step.

His first costume was grim reaper inspired, and he specified where he got every piece of the outfit from the hooded cloak to the red-tipped metal ribcage 'vest' around his torso and the matching clawed hand bone gloves going up his arms into his sleeves. Beneath the 'vest' his black shirt was nearly skin tight with gaps in it that opened to his pale tummy following the shape of the vertebrae in his spine, tucked into plain black pants. The belt took the role of the bones instead, chains looping into the shape of hip bones and dangling leg bones, bound behind his slim hips and legs by black-painted chain that blended in to the rest of the outfit.

"I could not find matching shoes that didn't look tacky to me." So he went with plain black boots with buckles, tapping them with his simple scythe. "Or a cool-looking scythe that wasn't plastic. So I'm not sure about this one! It feels, I dunno, incomplete. I really like the top and the ribcage though--I was thinking I could wear the glove bones as like a bracelet and rings instead, though. What do you guys think? Sho-chan would get like a little torn up white dress and some powdery makeup for the ghostly look, maybe we could get his hair in his face. . .and I got manacles and a chain for his ankles so it's like I'm leading him to the afterlife, y'know? I'd probably throw on some makeup too--give my face a skeletal look."

He posed a little bit, trying to read the stream of comments as they came in, although they were coming in pretty fast. He went on a little bit about the way it fit and felt, and complained some about the chains looking cool but getting a little tired of the clanging noise.

"Why do I always make Sho-chan crossdress? Because it's funny? And he looks good like that." He shrugged, closing the bottom of the loose cloak over his legs to see if maybe he could get away with having it partially closed. "Also let's be real, I'm not making him do anything. Sho's like twice my size. I can't make that guy do anything he doesn't wanna do.

"I did kinda think about crossdressing this year?" He says in response to another comment he kind of sees go past. "But no matter how I look at it it's just kind of boring if I do it. I mean I look like a guy who'd crossdress, right? Obviously I'd look good but that's not really the point, right?"

Understandably quite a few people disagreed and would have loved to see him in a skirt or a dress, or even a particularly feminine pair of shorts, something frilly or something sexy, even if it wasn't particularly Halloween themed. . .he smiled in amusement and ignored those comments. Maybe if he lost his next bet with Sho. For a while he continued to respond to some comments that he could catch and respond to superchats as well, and showed off parts of the reaper costume.

"Okay, gimme a few to try on the next one! Be back soon!"

This continued on for a while with Leo showing off a variety of costumes, some from popular media especially from this year, some from classic media or media that he liked, some his own takes on something more generic. He sources each piece, mentioned what he would do for his makeup in each one and how he would dress Sho to match, what he liked about each, and what didn't vibe with him. He conducted it very similarly to how he did other outfit streams, chatting with viewers in between everything, always kinder and sweeter with his words than he was in real life, laughing and smiling, but so skilled with his acting that he never seemed unnatural.

"Okay, okay! Last one! Be right back!"

Leo once again left the camera, stretching before getting to work changing out of his newest costume and into the final one. "This one's a bit more exposed and honestly I originally wasn't gonna bother with it because I was like 'it's autumn, it's gonna be cold!' but it's actually cozy enough today that I was like. . .maybe I can get away with this. It's not like exposed exposed where I might be considered indecent or something, and it's got a jacket so if I get cold I can just close it."

After a few minutes of fussing Leo returns in a somewhat simpler costume than his last ones.

"Honestly the thigh-high boots are gonna take some breaking in to be comfortable walking around in, so I was kinda thinking I could swap them out for like. Chaps?" He explained, turning around to show his back. "Cuz I have chaps. They're a couple shades lighter than the shorts. I'll show you the chaps in a minute."

The chat is moving a little too fast to read. The simple, platform, black thigh high boots are buckled closed with a line of metal clips and leave a few inches of Leo's upper-thigh exposed before the legs of the matching colored shorts end to keep his modesty. They hug his hips well enough that the studded belt is wholly unnecessary for anything but securing the inverted pentagram harness over his torso at the bottom. His torso is otherwise bare save for the oversized leather jacket hanging more off of his arms than his shoulders and a pair of somewhat low hanging chains. Without his shirt quite a few of his viewers are learning his navel and nipples are pierced. Around his neck, along with his headphones as usual, is a choker in which he's clipped his yellow Vagastrom broach.

"Honestly it's a lot of black and grey and silver." He turns around again, showing the way his wings and tail, also decorated with chains, originate from somewhere under the jacket and have some sort of wiring in them allowing him to reposition them slightly. He reached up to adjust the pair of ring-decorated horns on his head too. "I usually do more monochrome colors but it feels like too much? I kinda wanted some gold accents but it made me think too much of my house uniform. Oh, and the jacket was made by--"

He read off the name of the fan who'd sent him the jacket, repositioning it so the design on the back was visible--his own name, in a spraypainted design, the O stylized as a heart. He faced forward again. The chat hadn't slowed down by much. He had to catch up on donations--one asked if he was wearing pointed teeth, and he pulled his lips aside to show them off. Another reminded him that he mentioned possibly wearing chaps instead of the boots and he said they were right before running off to swap the boots for another pair that slightly resembled hooves the way they poked out from under the chaps.

"So for makeup I was mostly thinking I'd just make the bases of the horns blend in more. Maybe try and put some kind of marking on my stomach? That'll be hard to do myself so I might see if Romi-sama will do it for me. . . ." He ran his fingers above the hem of his shorts and around his belly button to show around where he wanted the marking. "But also maybe it'd be too busy. What do you guys think? Oh and I wanted to do, like, claw nails or rings too. I was thinking gradient dying my fingers but I don't want the color to get stuck. . . ."

Reading the chat was probably not possible at its current speed. Leo caught that people were vying for the boots or the chaps, suggestions that he wear something beneath the top harness and not just go topless, people who preferred a previous costume. . .he fiddled with the tail again, wrapping it around his leg then bending his leg at the knee to see if it'd be comfortable to walk that way. He continued to give special attention to superchats and donations with comments, as they were the only thing he could really read.

"Oh, Sho? I can't choose between a nun costume and a succubus for him to match me. I'll see what we decide on when we go out. . .probably have to go with the nun since his outfit probably wouldn't cover enough and we might end up in trouble." Leo muses, pausing while eying the camera. "Aaand as I say that he's texting me."

Leo comes closer to the camera, checking his texts with his lips parted in focus, inadvertantly showing his false fangs. The comments enjoy this closeup as much as one would expect. "Yep, he's on his way back. And I've got clothes all over my room! Okay, I've gotta clean this up and start getting ready! Sorry I gotta cut it like this, guys! I'll make up for it with a longer stream another time, okay?"

Leo starts to go over his stream schedule for the coming week and gives an estimate for when the trick-or-treating video will be out, although he admits he doesn't know how long they'll be out or just how much will be worth sharing in the first place so editing it down could take more or less time. He thanks his top donors and his chat mods, and everybody for coming and supporting him, and he tells the others at Darkwick he hopes he'll see them when he and Sho go out.

Finally, he signs out as he always does, smiling brightly and making a heart with his fingers, telling his viewers he loves them and will see them again soon.

[calamari-minecraft-corner]

I don't remember if you've talked about this before but how did dnd!Phil go from king to ..... Whatever he is I'm not actually clear, and on the same thing how did Techno go from in the monarchy kinda to menace of all the kingdoms?

I was going to ask this earlier but I honestly forgot lol

I have not talked about it actually! I only vagued some stuff so :3 anyways I love emeraldduo in this au

Philza honestly just- didn’t want to be king anymore. There was a lot of stress on him and pressure from the kingdoms that have been formed and he just.. didn’t want to do it anymore. He’s basically immortal and ruled his entire life, so when the pressure was too much he- he basically left without anyone noticing and left Wilbur in charge. And ever since he left- he’s been happy honestly. He feels free from the centuries of ruling and trying to deal with only one kingdom that soon sprouted to four others besides his own.

He returned though when the final battle of the war happened after the explosion- and honestly Philza and Techno knows what truly happened

That Wilbur was the one that blew up the kingdom- not Dream. And Philza ended up killing Wilbur.

But then Dream revived him then and there thinking it would be beneficial and it backfired literally minutes later

Present day he helps the commune, many people see him as the old man they go to for comfort and advice, some recognizing who he is and others not knowing at all.

And as for Techno— techno is very interesting as well c:

Techno had been with Philza after he first formed the kingdom since he is kinda immortal as well, and he didn’t really want to join the monarchy but Philza kinda pushed him into it but only being as a bodyguard. And Techno agreed. But over time when the pressure got too much Techno couldn’t handle it either and he puts it into perspective that what is happening is wrong and that they need to do something to fix it.

But Philza really has no idea how because they built so so much- and it fuels the need to leave and figure it out a different way.

So they both left the kingdom!

Techno however shows up time and time again throughout the war, making sure no one is going near Icebreaker’s Land. He eventually got roped into Wilbur, and then Schlatt’s mess— and everyone knew him as the blade. And he honestly felt more like a weapon and being used that during the end of the war he honestly had enough and fought back a bit before he left for good.

After the war though he was being sought after, like he was THE BLADE after all, and they wanted to see if he could join them. He responded firmly no at first but then people got.. a bit violent so he responded back violently and it led to him almost getting executed in Quackity’s Kingdom! He was miraculously saved though, and people knew he was now a big threat due to his allegiance with the Blood God that they all remembered.

Quackity remembers all too well after all :)

But after that he kinda- stays in the commune, refusing to really leave to the other kingdoms. What they did practically fueling his need to dismantle the entire hierarchy.

Also tidbit— all the kingdoms reference Techno as “The Blade”, being vague and basically describing him as like an item. It’s in a heavily negative light in Las Nevadas for obvious reasons, but yeah that’s why Cala and Spooky really don’t know that Techno is well- techno.

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I hope this makes sense- DHDJSJSK but yeah I just love them both in this au so so much and I’m excited for their reactions to Cala and everything.

[ask-richard-jackdaw]

Hello, Richard, my favorite ghost!

I just wanted to drop in and bid you a Happy Halloween! It’s your day, or night, to thrive! I haven’t written to you in quite a while, my apologies. Anyways, if you’re dressing up, what are you dressing up as?

Magnolia, hi!

Am I really your favourite ghost? It's such a competition for us, ghosts, out there that I am really humbled to claim this title!

I've heard about your Halloween plans from some other spooky sources, matching pajamas is an absolutely adorable idea, say hi to Cecelia from me! I would love to stop by and say hi myself but I have a feeling I won't pass the sliding staircase test: I am not really a ghost today.

And my costume of choice is the King of Hearts! Or an attempt at it, at least. As you know, I do not really own anything: The Ministry of Magic doesn't think we need to since we cannot touch anything. So I searched for as many related items as I could after I turned human (was really easy to do it today for some reason, perhaps the Veil is really thin).

I used my student robes for the base; the crown and mask are from the theater club (I'm so glad I have such understanding acting partners!) The red bowtie — oh, I hope whoever owns the cat I took it from won't be too upset, I was running out of time and needed something... I'll return it if I ever find that specific cat again! And finally, the fancy frills were @theodoradevlin 's idea. I do not know what she was giggling about while helping me put it on but she said everyone at the Ball would love to dance with me as a result!

Can't wait to dance my night out, and you have a Wonderful Spooky Halloween as well!

Lots of love,

Your Favourite Ghost

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Episode 11 Thoughts

Spoilers for TBB Season 2

It is day 873 without Echo and I am not thriving. 🤧

We unfortunately did not get the Rex and Echo centric episode that I was hoping for, but I still really liked this episode. So obligatory "I miss Echo" bit aside for now, let's get into it!

Mysterious smoky ship. Interesting. 🤔

Aside from the little electrical zaps, the first few seconds is very monochrome. I kind of love it.

Horror(ish) elements coming through very early on!

MOUNT TANTISS

Dr Hemlock!

Okay, so the hemlock people were right. Dr Parsnip would've been kinda funny though. 🤣

Ngl, the way they were hiding his face, I thought that there was going to be something about his face worth hiding.

There wasn't.

Unless Dr Hemlock is someone that's been sent before? 🤔 I don't remember anyone by that name. 😅

Nala Sé has appeared!

Omg Cid is such a bitch. 🤬

JUST DITCH HER!

Wrecker nodding along to each percentage then seeing Hunter's unimpressed look and going into angry mode. 😭

Interesting to see Omega, who has always been the first to help Cid, turning as well.

I get very stressed when Tech goes off by himself somewhere. He's already broken a leg this season. 😬

Tech wouldn't have to go off by himself if Echo was here. 🥲

The squad feels so empty without Echo and Cross. 😭

This episode is spooky. I like it!

There was me thinking it was a weird Zillo hybrid. Turns out that's just what small Zillobeasts look like.

Saying that, THE ZILLOBEAST IS BACK!!!

Completely forgot we got a glimpse of it in the trailer. 🤣

Tech looks so adorable. 🥰

Another Omega and Tech team up!!!

There is a lot of Hunter piloting the Marauder this season.

Omega being a little nerd is so personal to me. Science girlies rise!!!

Although I guess it was less of a choice for her. 🥲

But she's a smart bean and I love her.

HOW QUICKLY IS THAT THING GROWING?!

FORGET INDESTRUCTIBLE ARMOUR DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT COULD MEAN FOR SCIENTIFIC DISCOVERIES

RAPID CELL DIVISION = POSSIBILITIES OF FINDING NEW THINGS FOR ANTI CANCER RESEARCH AND-

I'm getting ahead of myself. Oops. 😅

Although I will say this...

HOW??? I know it's Star Wars but that thing grows that quickly off energy??? What???

I just realised I forgot to mention the arm from earlier.

Yeah... the arm hanging out of the mouth.

Ew.

Anyway back to where we were! 🤣

Omega having to turn off the machines so that Tech will actually leave. 🤣

Zillibeast laser? Interesting. 🤔

Is that likely a giant bacta tank or just a random fluids container?

These poor people just lost all their electricity because of the zillobeast and now they're being forced to leave?!

I feel so bad for them. 😭

So many Commandos this episode. 🤨

I just love Wrecker leaning on things with his arms crossed. 🥰

I wanna give that man a hug.

He would give good hugs.

ECHO AND REX MENTION!!!

We have to be seeing those boys soon. Come on. 🥲

They're definitely all still in touch with each other though which makes me happy. 🥰

Is that Scorch?

Suspected that Lama Su would still be alive!

NOPE NOPE NOPETY NOPE NOPE NOPE

WE ARE NOT GOING AFTER OMEGA

NOPE

Anyway, overall thoughts are that I really liked this episode! The spooky vibes were really fun and I was glad to see some more of the zillobeast!

Felt like a pretty even split of dialogue across the Batchers today, and we got some new characters as well. I think it was well balanced! Not the Echo and Rex episode I was hoping for, but still very enjoyable. 😄

BUT NEXT EPISODE IS A CROSSHAIR EPISODE AND I CAN'T WAIT!!! I MISS THAT GRUMPY TOOTHPICK SO MUCH!

Anyway, I'm gonna have to disappear for a few hours while I avoid Mando spoilers 😅, but I can't wait to see what everyone thinks of the episode later!

[stargazer-sims]

Katsuki Aiko for @rebelangelsims Kim Ami’s Bachelorette Challenge

Hey, Aiko. Come here for a minute.

Aiko: What’s up?

I have a surprise for you.

Aiko: Ooh… I like surprises. What is it?

I’ve signed you up for Kim Ami’s Bachelorette Challenge.

Aiko: Oh my Watcher! Are you serious right now?

Absolutely serious.

Aiko: I’ll do my best. I promise!

Why don’t you go ahead and introduce yourself, then? They’ll need to know all about you for the show.

Aiko: Okay!

Aiko: Hello! I’m Katsuki Aiko, but you can just call me Aiko. I actually like my given name a lot. The kanji for it is 愛虎 and the characters mean love and bravery.

My pronouns are he/him, my gender identity is male, and my sexuality is heterosexual. They need to know this stuff, right? Like, I’m not being weird and over sharing already, am I?

Anyway, as you might’ve guessed, I’m from Japan. The town of Mt. Komorebi, to be precise. I’m 25 years old, my birthday is 13 December, and I work as a professional photographer. I do mostly portraits. I’ve done some modelling and fashion photography as well, and I’d like to get into the fashion and entertainment side of things a bit more. I also write, when I have time, and my big dream is to become a bestselling author some day.

I like to think of myself as adventurous. I’ve done a lot of travelling around the world, and I like to go on excursions such as rock climbing and hiking the mountain trails. Unfortunately, I’m a little clumsy, so I’m never going to be exceptional at sports or dance, but I enjoy dancing and doing outdoor activities, and I always try really hard! My friends jokingly say I’m an overachiever, but I just like to think of myself as enthusiastic about the things I enjoy.

Let’s see… what else? I like to cook, and I recently started to learn woodworking. My favourite colours are purple, yellow and black. My favourite holiday is Spooky Day. My favourite food is either onigiri or pizza. I think it changes with my mood, to be honest.

I like all kinds of music, from classical to folk to pop, and I play the piano. Oh, and I can sing too! I love karaoke, and unlike my friends, I usually don’t embarrass myself too badly. I would love to be with somebody who would do karaoke with me.

I’m not sure what else to say, except I’m excited to be part of this show! I’m not even worried about whether I win or not (although I’m hopeful). I just want to have fun and meet everyone and do my best to impress Ms. Kim.

Thank you!

———

I think it’s safe to say he’s happy with this development in his life. 😃

If you need any more info about him, let me know!

[lamuradex]

Short Story: Mercenaries

(Thought I'd start with a spookier one because it's Spooky Month)

Title: Mercenaries

Wordcount: 3000 Words

Commander Aberdeen must lead his men through the jungle after a mission left them with a lot of loot and a long way to carry it home.

But when something starts whistling out in the woods, they realise they might not be as alone out here as they thought.

Mercenaries

Entry 1: Day 1                                                                         03/04/08

Personal log of Commander Aberdeen of Wraith Company. Honestly, it feels strange to report my own name. Strange even hearing it. Most people I know just call me Commander. Mercs know their place and know respect when someone’s paying for it. I’m keeping a log here because I’ve always found it safer to have a record, in case there are issues later or inquiries, and because it’s something to do in the evenings. We’re here in the jungle, I won’t specify where, to raid a supply convoy of some rather vital and expensive things aboard. I won’t specify what either. If someone captures us and reads this, they can just ask our employers, whoever they are.

The raid went off without a hitch. Well, almost. We had intended to capture the trucks and drive them out, but Everett got a bit trigger happy and one of the gas tanks went up. We lost all three trucks, but saved the cargo. It was a steal or destroy op anyway. Just as long as this stuff doesn’t get where it’s going. Still, this stuff should be worth something, so we’re heading back with it.

It’ll take a while though. Between dodging local authorities, militia, and having to heft this stuff through the jungle, we’re estimating two months before we reach the airstrip. Not a problem. We’re in no hurry. Supplies are on sleds, and we’ve got a couple of ATVs to drag them. Six of us, including me. That’s me, Everett, Michaels, Cally, Gorman and Jameson. Those are just my codenames for all of them, by the way, in case we’re captured.

Two months to go. Just need to keep a low profile.

Entry 2: Day 3                                                                                 05/04/08

Been a little while since the first entry. Everyone’s staying well behaved. Almost throttled Michaels earlier today though when I thought he was whistling. Was about to call him out when I realised he wasn’t making a sound.

It’s coming from the jungle. Might be a bird or something, but now I’m not so sure. Thought I saw someone out there. Just a glimpse of something moving in the green. Thought I saw some eyes. Maybe just some locals, but we’ll keep watch. If they report to someone, we could be in trouble.

Entry 3: Day 7                                                                               09/04/08

Four days now, but the whistling finally stopped. It warbled like a bird, but then Everett whistled back. He always was our little musician. Moment after he did, the whistling stopped. Whatever was calling got its answer. Glad it’s gone.

Nonetheless, I had Cally double back to check. He says he found tracks. Couldn’t say if they were animal or human. Not really a concern. We’re armed to the teeth and in the middle of nowhere. Who’d hear a gunshot out here?

Entry 4: Day 14                                                                                16/04/08

Jesus Christ. Something happened today. It’s been about a week since my last entry, but I’ve got to get this on record.

We’re down a man and one bullet. Jonathan “Cally” Wilks, deceased. At least, we hope he is.

A couple of days ago, Gorman started to get a bit jumpy. He thought we were being followed. We kept an eye out, and others agreed. Then this morning, before we could pack up, something came running through the treeline. Gorman jumped and opened fired. The intruder fell dead.

It was bloody Cally. Gorman almost fell apart when he realised. But when we looked at him, Cally was a wreck. He was mud soaked, covered in scratches, and looked like he hadn’t shaved in a week.

Thing is though, he didn’t look like that yesterday. Cally slept in the tent next to mine. I heard him snoring. One of the men saw him that morning, clean shaven and fine. Everyone’s wondering if we’ve had an imposter with us this whole time, or if maybe the dead man’s the imposter. Either way, the “other” Cally is nowhere to be found. His stuff’s still here, but he isn’t.

The men are pretty shaken. They boxed up Cally and put him on the sled. Best thing is we take him home. He was a good man.

On another note, that whistling started again.

Entry 5: Day 19                                                                                21/04/08

 That damned whistling. It’s driving the men mad. Still, everyone knows to keep a cool head. We’ve already lost one out here. We don’t want another.

Thing is, I don’t think we’re alone out here. I was on patrol, shorthanded with Cally dead, when I saw something. A figure in the trees. It was pretty far out, but there was definitely something. A dark figure, peering at me.

Now, I’m not some idiot who’s scared of black tribal villagers. You work in jungles enough, you meet your fair share. Even traded with a few. So when I say this man was dark, know that I mean it. Skin like charcoal and piercing white eyes.

Then he was gone. I sent Gorman and Michaels to look and they found a boot print in the mud. It’s the same brand that’s part of our uniform. I had Jameson check the supplies, but we’re not missing any, and Cally still has both of his. Gorman says the boot print was messy. Says there was viscera in it, that’s how Gorman put it. We’ll be more careful with our night guards from now on.

Entry 6: Day 23                                                                               25/04/08

The whistling stopped again. No more sightings of the man with bloody boots. There is certainly someone out there though.

We keep coming across strange totems. Hanging off trees, buried in the ground. They’re made with animal bones, most still covered in blood. Might explain the boot print. Jameson says this region is uninhabited, but the rest of us are worried we’re walking into tribal territory. Even so, I think we can handle ourselves. So far we’ve seen one guy, at most. We can deal with a lot more than one guy.

Entry 7: Day 27                                                                              29/04/08

We found another boot print today, bloody as the first. Gorman almost stepped on it. I know we’re moving slow, but the idea they’re in front of us is unsettling. Still, it’s not my current concern. My current concern is Michaels.

When we found the footprint, everyone gathered round like it was a spectacle. But Michaels is silent. Now, I know I haven’t described him, but Michaels is a bloody chatterbox. It’s why I thought he was the man whistling, him or Everett. Everyone else is having their say about the footprint, but Michaels is just quiet.

He just got back to work without saying anything. I’m gonna find out what’s bothering him. I’ll beat the information out of him if I have to. Now’s no time to be keeping secrets.

Entry 8: Day 28                                                                             30/04/08

I’m not sure what to make of today.

I confronted Michaels, but he refused to talk till we were alone. Then he finally told me, and I wished he hadn’t. He’d recognised the boot print.

The most recent one was different to the others. There was a cut across the heel. I’d just thought a twig or insect had crawled through it, but then Michaels tells me this story about Everett. The idiot stepped on a serrated blade two tours back, and only missed losing his heel because Michaels kicked his foot. Still has the boot to prove it though.

First I was unnerved by this, then I was angry. I decided to confront Everett. I marched up to him and called him out in front of everyone, thinking this was some big prank. Turns out the others had words to say too. Everett had been acting strange. One man said he’d been staring at Cally’s coffin.

Everett never answered. Something changed in him. Even now, I couldn’t put a finger on what, but suddenly it wasn’t Everett anymore. It was just something that looked like Everett. “Everett” then opened its mouth, screeched like a goddamned banshee, then sprinted off into the jungle. Michaels drew his gun and took a shot, but we’re sure he missed.

A couple of hours later, the real Everett appeared, battered and muddy, like he’d been missing for a week. He was also missing an eye.

While Jameson, our medic, looked him over, Everett told us what he remembered. He’d heard one of us calling him in the woods, and stepped away to see. After a few minutes he couldn’t find anyone, so turned back. We were mid transit, so he wasn’t too alarmed when he couldn’t immediately catch up. When he couldn’t catch up after a day, he started to get worried. When he finally had to rest and fell asleep, he woke up the next morning with an eye missing, not bleeding a drop. Then he found us later that day.

He doesn’t remember finding his boot print. He even still has his scarred boot. By his report, he vanished sometime after we’d seen the first one. He’s been missing for about a week, but swears up and down it couldn’t have been more than three days.

On top of everything, Jameson gave his report. Everett’s eye wasn’t removed surgically. It was torn out. Until we can get to proper hospital, Jameson has taken a sports team badge off his uniform and given it to him for an eyepatch. For all the horror of the situation, Everett doesn’t half look silly with a Bolton Wanderers patch tied to his face.

Entry 9: Day 30                                                                            02/05/08

I’m glad I’m keeping this record, or I might think I was going mad. The whistling started again, and I’ll admit I felt goddamned scared. I’ve given a standing order to the men. No one leaves the camp without a direct order from me, given eye to eye. Not that they would. More and more, they’re reporting seeing the dark figure. Charcoal skin and watching us. It only occurred to me earlier today that the whistling could be multiple of them communicating. We just need to get out of this jungle.

Entry 10: Day 36                                                                            08/05/08

The whistling stopped. I don’t know if that’s more unnerving. Either way, I gave the men a new order today. No one travels alone. Not for a second. I don’t care if you need to use the bathroom, you have another man watch you do it. I’m not having any “I only turned my back for a second, then he was gone.” We are not losing anyone else.

Entry 11: Day 40                                                                             12/05/08

We found more boot prints today, with a noticeable bit missing near the left toe. Everyone hurriedly checked their shoes to see if they matched. None did. Then Jameson decided to check Cally’s in his coffin. It was a perfect match.

Entry 12: Day 43                                                                              15/05/08

We found a body. It was barely recognisable and at first we thought it was another totem. Then we saw its face. It was Jameson. This was doubly strange, as Jameson was standing beside me at the time.

Immediately guns were drawn. We all expected to hear that same banshee scream, but “Jameson” just pleaded with us, so we put up one of the tents and dragged him in. This one is talking, and we’re getting answers. The tent is so the others don’t have to watch.

I’ve only briefly stopped to write this. I need it in case I start to question myself. Jameson is an old friend. It’ll hurt torturing something that looks like him.

Entry 13: Day 43                                                                             15/05/08

Another man is dead. Eric “Gorman” Jenkins, deceased.

It’s a good thing I forgot to write that for Jameson.

Me and Everett set to getting information out of “Jameson”. He never broke. He kept saying he was the real deal. I wished I’d believed him.

Then we heard this godawful noise. Screaming and gunfire. We ran out and found Gorman ripped in half. Michaels was sitting nearby, bloodied, terrified, and clutching his gun. Jameson’s body was gone. When we finally got some sense out of Michaels, he told us what happened.

Him and Gorman had been listening to us work, when one of them realised they better box up Jameson’s body. It had been sat out there in the heat, and neither was looking forward to it, but it needed to be done. When they got there, they both saw something odd. A wild dog had found the corpse in their absence, but it just walked up, sniffed, then snarled and ran away. When they looked closer, there wasn’t a fly or a maggot on the corpse. Not a worm or a beetle. Lines of ants seemed to be threading their way around it.

They found this strange, but blamed whatever had killed him. They set to move the body when Gorman suddenly froze and went damned pale. He just pointed and Michaels moved to look. He was pointing at a Bolton Wanderers patch on the corpse’s shoulder. The same one Everett had been using as an eyepatch for the last week.

Gorman tried to radio us. Before he could, the corpse moved. It got up and turned into something. Michaels describes it as looking like one of those totems, just bigger and with more teeth. It grabbed Gorman and ripped him along the middle, then turned on Michaels, but he shot it twice and it ran off into the trees. Then we arrived.

We’ve let Jameson out of his restraints and boxed up what was left of Gorman. There are only four of us left.

Entry 14: Day 45                                                                              17/05/08

Michaels is not doing well. He’s doing his job, but he is not well. He keeps grabbing a patch on his arm, as if to remind himself he’s still him. It’s a logo of some indie band he follows. Told me once he met his girlfriend during one of their concerts. I’ve always like the logo honestly. Looks military enough for a uniform. Better than Bolton Wanderers, anyhow. It’s a pair of arrows crossing each other with a plane behind them. Maybe if we get through this, I’ll make sure to buy them both tickets. Whatever the case, I think this might be Michaels’ last tour.

Entry 15: Day 46                                                                              18/05/08

I saw the dark figure again. He was in our camp this time.

After everything, I was loathed to sleep. Everyone else was wired, but with two standing guard, two of us could sleep. I had to. The last few weeks have been more than I could bear. I slept fitfully, but got a few hours. I awoke in the middle of the night and decided to trade off with someone.

And there he was. Charcoal black skin that almost looked burnt, crouching on the balls of his feet by the fire. He was staring at Michaels’ tent, eyes wide open, unblinking.

It took me longer than I’d like, but I drew my gun. Before I could get it out of my holster, he turned, looked me in the eyes, and sprinted off into the trees. I raised hell, but no one else saw hide nor hair of him. Where he had been crouched, there were two footprints in the mud. They were both caked with long dried blood.

Entry 16: Day 50                                                                             22/05/08

We are finally through. We reached the airfield yesterday and we’re finally going home. No one is comfortable though. We’re all looking at each other with uneasy glances. I think everyone is thinking the same as me.

I’m scared it’s still with us. I’m scared of what might happen if it follows us back to civilisation. I’m scared of how little we understand about what happened.

Entry 17: Day 50 – Final                                                               02/05/08

I’m writing this from the plane. Just as the plane arrived to take us and the cargo home, I turned for one last look at the jungle. Then I saw him. The dark figure, standing barely behind a tree. He stood watching me from the treeline, then he smiled. A mouth filled with huge, pointed teeth. He grinned, then carved an image in the tree bark with his fingertips. When he was done, he pointed one finger at the plane.

He’d drawn two arrows crossing one another with a plane underneath. I remembered that it had been Michaels and Gorman alone who had seen what happened with the fake Jameson’s corpse. Only Michaels had survived to tell it. I turned and saw my men boarding the plane. I followed.

I’m not scared anymore. I know what needs to be done.

Accident and Recovery Report: Mountain Rescue                                    Dated: 04/05/08

Investigator: Edward Palmer

Two days ago, we received a report of a plane crash in the mountains. Mid-flight, the pilot was communicating with local stations when there was the sound of gunfire and the line went dead.

The plane was located, crashed in the snow. There’s presently believed to be a single survivor from a crew of eight. Evidence indicates two or more may have been dead before the crash.

Reports indicate Commander Aberdeen and his men were travelling home, when Aberdeen drew his pistol and shot one his men and the pilot, causing the plane to crash. Many of the bodies are burned beyond recognition, and their identities mostly unknown. Recovered pages from a damaged mission log name the individuals by codenames, and it is believed that “Michaels” and pilot Walter Philips were shot. The body of “Michaels” cannot be recovered, having apparently been jettisoned from the vehicle during the initial landing, and is currently lost in the snow. Commander Aberdeen refuses to explain his actions, and has been remanded to police custody.

There are reports that there may be another survivor however, possibly injured. Rescue workers reported seeing an unknown figure standing in the snow some distance from the crash. When they pursued to try and talk to them, the person fled, leaving behind a trail of bloody footprints.

End Report.

[trashcandroid]

another october 13, another year on T (3 total now!). but this one’s special since it’s a super spooky FRIDAY october 13. more random stuff about it under the cut

part of the reason i chose october 13 to start T is because it was soon after i got my prescription, it would be a tuesday (thought it would be funny to have T days be on Tuesdays) , and because at some point it would be a super spoopy friday october 13. i looked up when it would be a friday and saw it would be in THREE WHOLE YEARS. i would have graduated college by then! and then… who knows what i would be doing??

turns out i’m doing even more school for the next probably five or six years. it’s refreshing to only be around people who really just see you as A Guy. i don’t think they even suspect i’m trans (or most of them anyway) since i’ve had quite a few conversations where they definitely would have asked if they thought so. a few of them i remember off the top of my head:

someone was asking if people had partners and i said yes (…i mean, i sorta do, don’t really wanna get into it here lol). she asked me if they were a boy or a girl and i said neither. she then kept trying to find out what they were really and seemed to be a little disappointed when i wouldn’t tell her. (to be fair, she was pretty drunk and actually passed out later that night… but that also means she totally would have asked me if i was trans if she thought so)

this same person also asked me earlier if i was bi (for some reason she was asking everyone that), then when i said no she asked if i was straight (no) or gay (no). this led to me telling another guy that i was ace and aro, and he asked a bunch of weird questions about it lol (i gave him permission to since i was wondering what questions you would even have about that, seems straight forward to me??). but no questions about being trans

oh yeah, this same guy showed my openly trans friend who was visiting some trans memes he had saved (his gf is trans). but he didn’t show them to me 🤨

ok one last one. another guy was talking about how he was thinking about joining an lgbt group here, but had felt kind of left out and different at the one he went to before. i said i felt the same (true). he got happy that i could relate and said, in a relatable tone, “yeah, they’re mostly trans and non-binary people there so i didn’t really fit in!” i hope i didn’t mislead him into thinking i was gay lol

i also joined an ace aro group which has been pretty chill. at least half the people there are non-binary and i have no idea if they think i’m trans or not. i’m guessing no..? or they’re being decent and not just asking

i never thought i’d be stealth but it’s actually so nice being around people who don’t give your gender a second thought. i did experience that in my band and in my last two years of college (well, stuff happened at the end of my third year that made me freak out for all of my senior year… which you can read about in the previous one of these lol) but the anxiety that everyone is just being nice has always been in the back of my mind. but all these small interactions seem to indicate that these people just genuinely think i’m a regular guy

ANYWAY. IN OTHER NEWS. since i have student insurance that covers 100% of the cost of medical transition stuff, i decided i could finally pursue top surgery! i already have the consult scheduled for early next year, and if the timeline is similar to what they said on the phone, i could have it done by the end of next semester! possibly even before my birthday? but depending on the available dates i might postpone til after finals. (on the plus side, those should really be the final finals i’ll ever have to take.)

i also got my passport updated with the correct name and gender marker. now i just need to update my birth certificate and that’ll be everything

despite lots of other shitty things going on in my life right now, i actually feel really positive about where things are going in terms of my transition. i can look at my face in the mirror and just see me. i can be around people who just see me. i don’t have to be around family members who mess up pronouns or awkwardly stumble around sentences to avoid using pronouns for me at all. i can just exist.

[inquixotic]

EVELYN & DANTE, DAY 37.

stairwell, outside dressing room

with @graftisms !

evelyn mendoza.

"how was the bedroom last night?" with his concerns about marcus and romi, not them together but the lack of privacy, she wishes eden had gotten to keep the living room bed instead of her and charlene. with how marcus had behaved in casa, maybe they'd make better use of it, even if evie couldn't complain about the privacy. "or like. did you and romi sleep outside?" her eyes go wide at the possibility — she doubts it, but she'd like to see him have a win past them just choosing him too.

𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗮.

"it was good," he smiles, leaning back against the fire pit bench thing. "it didn't feel very different, but i did miss charlene. it's sad you still can't sleep inside with everyone else." maybe it felt like a two star version of the hideaway to charlene and evie, considering they got their privacy, but for dante it feels a lot like they're somehow being punished, unable to play with the rest of the class. "no, we were inside," he shakes his head, coy smile on his face because it was the first night since being back that marcus was sharing a bed with someone that wasn't josh, and dante took advantage of it. "did you and charlene sleep well? hopefully she wasn't scared."

evelyn mendoza.

"psh. no biggie. we had a whole room to ourselves!" even if she weren't nervous about tv sex, she probably would've been too scared to make a move anyways but that's neither here nor there. the privacy is still nice. "you were inside, aaand?" she drags it out, nudging him a little at his smile. "or do you not wanna kiss and tell? i'll totally respect that, cuz, but like, god, i hope you showed them a good time after your cute little speech." she would've been swooning if it had been for her, she already probably did have stars in her eyes when he gave it. "nah, we def did. she was like, a little scared? i think because it's a little dark in there, and she doesn't like the dark." a little spooky, too, being the only ones there in a room that wasn't hers. she grins brightly, though, proud of herself for not also being scared. "but i was totally brave, i cuddled her and, like, was a right proper protective girl."

𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗮.

"did you take advantage of it?" he can't help but ask with a grin, eyebrows raising playfully. it seems fair that he can ask, since she's doing it as well. but the question does make him laugh, tickled that someone would actually want to know. "no, i do not mind, but... it wasn't only just kissing," he says, smirking a bit. "but this is not new. me and romi... i never notice other people in the bedroom," dante laughs, a little sheepishly. "it's a lot easier to ignore everyone else than you may think." he doesn't know how to nicely say they've been banging the entire time. her compliment on his speech makes him beam. "i think my speech was so bad," he admits sheepishly, a hand on the back of his neck. "i was so nervous. yours was good, too. i'm happy you chose charlene. she deserves a protective girl who will cuddle her. do you really like her?"

evelyn mendoza.

"nothin' much more than what we had already done?" she offers, a tiny grin, but her flush betraying some of her excitement. charlene had told her she and dante were close, getting lost together and what not, so she didn't feel weird exactly sharing that with him. she doesn't know how much he knows but that felt like a very safe answer. "oh, i thought you guys were, like — " with marcus back, she thought they hadn't been having sex, but maybe she was wrong on that front. the way he phrases it, though, the framing is still just sweet as far as she sees it. 'he sees only them' vibes."nevermind. that's still fuckin' sick, though, super sweet, babe. so it's like, a little chilled from a couple days ago?" she doesn't remember what day of the week it is already. "are you kidding? it was so perfect. short, sweet, and romantic," she gushes, her hand going to his arm to reassure him. "i think so. she gives me butterflies, y'know? the nice kind."

𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗮.

oh, he knows exactly what she's talking about, having gotten the lowdown about the kiss in the rain from charlene yesterday. "that's nice," he grins back, pleased to hear it. good physical chemistry is important, after all. eyebrows raise slightly as he tries to gauge what she's inferring, a cross of confusion on his face before she says nevermind, pulling him out of it. "yes, it's chilled," he nods, although after a second he hesitates, remembering something marcus had told him the other day (that mochi just threw at me now). "but..." does he throw this at her? the offer to confide in someone new is too tempting to resist. "i don't think marcus is trying to get over her. he told he wants to keep being her friend, so he can not let her go. i... worry a little, that romi is not going to let him go, either. but i don't want to ask her to do that, because i know he is important to her. do you think i should worry?" talking about charlene is a nice distraction from himself, smile warm. "butterflies are good," he says. "new love is always so exciting, no? i love the feeling of it."

evelyn mendoza.

“yeah, i think so too,” she smiles back easily, happy to have someone to share that with that’s just pleased too. his hesitation gives her pause, clear on her face as she chews her lower lip. “he said that?” she asks, slowly, to confirm for certain. eden is being lowkey, but she wants them to work, and she doesn’t want to see eden get played if romi changes their mind, either…but. “look, i think it matters that they picked you, y’know?” marcus came back single and they still chose dante. her eyebrows are knit, the line between her brows deep. “i think…it’s hard, because i don’t know that i’d want them to be his friend either? but i don’t think they’re gonna mug you, either? so like, i think you’re human if you are a little bothered, but i don’t think you should think too much on it.” her nod is more determined, chin set, before it fades into something more akin to worry again. “that’s like, totally in confidence, right? i can’t go blabbin’ about it?” she asks, speaking quicker, almost a plea to give her an out to not have to tell eden any of it. “me, too. tell you the truth, i’m not sure i’ve ever really felt it? like, real love.” the admission is sheepish, but he’s got a few years on her, so she’s sure he knows way more. “i get butterflies, but i dunno. i really want to feel something more than that, too, eventually.”

𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗮.

slowly he nods, not really thinking about the uncomfortable position he's putting evie in by telling this to her—only that he could really use someone who isn't also friends with romi to talk about this with, if for nothing else than to just vent a little. "no?" he asks, hopefully. "did you watch the season before coming? i will say, i was looking forward to meeting romi most, but i did think her and marcus would get back together. being here makes me believe otherwise, being with her, because i don't think she would do that to me. but... nevermind," he sighs, not really sure how to explain all he's feeling. all he knows is that he cares about romi too much to not give her what he wants, and after everything they've been through, he still has doubts that dante is exactly that. he didn't even think about the possibility of evie telling someone, but he nods. "please," he asks, dark eyes on her. "i told marcus i would not tell romi what he said, too." evie's admission makes a smile bloom on his lips, a needed contrast to getting in his head about romi. "i don't think there's such thing as real love and not real," he tells her. "maybe you feel more love for someone over someone else, but it's all still love, no? have you been in many relationship?" dante asks.

evelyn mendoza.

she hums in confirmation, nodding a little. "yeah, they seemed very nice," she agrees, although her lack of commentary has everything to do with the fact that most of what she paid attention to was romi with marcus. "i really don't think they'll mug you off, sweet. cross my heart." she mistakes his hesitance for not wanting to say too much, and in turn moves to reassure him, her hand moving to pat his with a tiny smile. "i'd tell you if i thought you needed to be worried, for real." aside from the fact she can't lie for shit, her romantic notions also tell her someone wouldn't go back on a decision like that. "you can talk about it to me whenever you need to, though, i really don't mind." especially with the confirmation that it's private, confidential, and she has an out should anything go wrong down the line, giving him a quick, determined nod. "i'm great at secrets. well, except surprise parties, but those barely count. i'll take it to the grave." his comment, thoughtful and much deeper than she was expecting after her own silly admission, brings a grin to her face. "you're like, really wise, you know that?" maybe it's the five years he has on her. "i like that a lot. i've only really been in two, three if you count the boy i "married" in primary. i think i had a lot of platonic love for them?"

𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗮.

dante meets her tiny smile with one of his own, leaning into the brief touch. "thank you, evie," he says, sincerely. in reality, it's not like she has much insight on his relationship with romi or romi's relationship with marcus that would make her opinion hold more weight than most, but dante is comforted nonetheless by how sure she sounds. he's always been the type that trusts people by how they speak; if they sound like they know what they're talking about, they usually do. besides, it just feels good to be talking about it to someone, considering this is usually the sort of thing he'd keep to himself. "i'm good at secrets too, if you ever have any to speak about," he offers in return, smile glowing at her compliment. it's not often he's been called wise, if ever. "i'm really glad you are here," he tells her, arms wrapping around her to pull her into a hug. she's so small that it's easy to tuck her into his body, as if he's trying to put her in his pocket. after a beat, he pulls away. "that makes sense," he nods. "when was your last relationship?"

evelyn mendoza.

her smile broadens, reaching her eyes, at his offer to keep her secrets. she doesn’t have any, painfully bad at keeping them for herself, but the offer is so sweet that when he pulls her into a hug, she wraps her arms around his waist comfortable, like she’s known him for a lot longer than three days. “you’ll be the first to know, soon as i have any,” she promises into the hug, comforted by the proximity and reassured that at least she has one friend here. “you mean that? you’re so sweet.” her lower lip juts out for a moment at the sentiment, a semblance of the pout that she’d make at a really cute puppy. “um, just over a year ago i think?” she tries to do the mental math, continuing to speak in spite of it. “i’ve gone on dates and things but none of them have really panned out, and she only lasted like…four months? it was nice, though.”

𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗮.

he doesn't actually remember the last time he was in a real relationship, having to consider his own question to compare it to evie's. over a year ago sounds about right, but it's the word relationship that's the hardest thing to gauge, used to little love affairs that never hold any titles. "how do you meet people at home?" he asks. "do you use dating apps?" where he lives is too small of an area to use one of those things without having to travel far to meet someone, but dante's seen enough about dating apps through media to find them pretty fascinating.

evelyn mendoza.

he earns a broad smile for that, with evie’s amusement at the question. dating apps are pretty much all she uses, for her little flings that she doesn’t consider relationships. “sometimes, yeah. my last girlfriend i met in a pottery class.” the drama of that one will be saved for another time, though, with how lovely their conversation has been. “i’m in the city, so it’s pretty easy to just meet up at a bar, right? but you must be more rural,” every vineyard she’s been to has been, at least. “so do you do things the old fashioned way? what was your last relatio