#babble speaks

[babblable]

So, I'm not deaf(?), but I just bought some hearing amplifiers because I'm poor and tired and figured I needed *something* to tide me over until I talk to my doctor on the 5 of August. Why did I do this? Well, over the years of my life I have suffered a lot of trauma, from my mother screaming at me for "ignoring" her and asking "what?" too much- to teachers doing the same thing for the same reason, all the way up til now, as an adult in a safe environment with unfortunately declining health in various ways due to childhood neglect, still asking those questions but getting affirmed with a repeated answer or a gentle "did you hear me?" Followed by a repeated answer if I responded to that with "no"! But!!! Because I've been able to hear 75% of things- level and quality of hearing those things having constantly been claimed unimportant by the adults throughout my childhood- I've just come to believe that my hearing is Fine and I'm just "being difficult".

Apparently, that was wrong and I only found this out because I work at a call center now and before a couple days ago, we shared desks.

And my deskmate? A small little elderly lady with no problems with her hearing.

I noticed one day that she always had the volume turned to half on the phone. Meanwhile, me, believing that my hearing Totally and Completely Fine, had to turn the phone volume to MAX and I STILL struggled to hear the customers who'd call in.

After a week of this, I decided "fuck it" and bought a pair of hearing amps on a whim.

Y'all when I say I was blown away by the fact that the world is so much more noisy, I wasn't joking.

I thought that there was Silence outside when I'd pick up delivery orders, outside of the occasional car passing by of course.

But no. No no. My best friend, @chuubifrog, had to tell me that Silence Does Not Exist when I asked him about it and that the humming I was hearing now when going outside is a mixture of the wind, the cars from the highway which is more than 500ft from our house, the entire neighborhoods A/C units, a wind chime from a neighbor down the street and a cricket somewhere nearby.

"W. what the fuck do you MEAN there is no Silence???"

"I'm honestly surprised you've experienced Silence at all. This is what the world sounds like."

"no fucking wonder everyone's always so angry."

I ALSO LEARNED that SODA fizz makes a noise! That I was always thought of as being aggressive or giving an attitude because it sounded like I was slamming things when really, I THOUGHT I was being GENTLE based off the noise of what I was "slamming".

I learned that the dog we have isn't just annoying to hear scrambling throughout the house bc of his nails, but downright painful to hear. I learned that the vents at work are so loud I can't hear myself think very well and I'm m surprised that we all manage to speak over it.

I learned that the reason my mother and other people I live with tell me to turn things down so often is because I couldn't hear it unless it was loud, and that it was REALLY disruptive to everyone else!

I learned that my phone is fine, actually! It's NOT busted because I had to talk to people on speaker and have it close to ears to hear it on max volume! I just couldn't hear in general.

And so, I realize now that so many issues I had growing up would have been so easily solved if the adults around me had bothered to listen when I said "I can sort of hear it...(But not very well)" or "I can't hear it.." instead of playing the noise again and making me "focus" on it really hard, often times resulting in their increased anger when the answer remained the same, I chose to lie to please them or they gave up, claimed I was being difficult and marked me as having perfect hearing.

I walk a line, apparently. And that line is "not enough to be marked as disabled, but too disabled have good quality of life without aid". It isn't the phrasing I wanted, but it's what my brain could put together.

And I am now conflicted between the euphoria of being able to hear all the things that I couldn't hear before, being overloaded sensory-wise and sadness as I sit here wondering why it took 26 years of abuse, neglect, a safer environment, an elderly coworker sharing my desk and a really cheap set of knock off hearing aids for me to realize that I'm hard of hearing.

I'm choosing to see the bright side, but I'm also going to ask my doctor about it on the 5th.

For anyone else who may think they might be HOH because of similar reasons, try out a cheap set of hearing amplifiers from Walmart or something. If you can hear the wind or the soda fizz with them on after years of Silence, then you should ask your doctor about the subject.

[ketchup-the-kid]

you know he would say that to splinter

[batsydoodle]

Begging people to learn how to spell the word rogue. Begging on my hands and knees. Please... I'm tired of getting taken out of the reading flow by a stray rouge

[simple-persica]

A little preview of something that was supposed to be art practice and ended up becoming a whole thing and a half.

[bonefall]

Sibling headpaw's warrior name -> headfriend

Names that are silly that I'm fond of;

Headpaw/Headtail (headass fetus twin infodumping flightrising lore while im tryna pass our warrior assessment)

Babblepaw/Babbleface (bc she wont shut up)

Moon2paw/Moon2moon

The PS5

Names that are legit that I'm fond of;

Nearpaw (closer side of the moon)

Eclipsepaw (MANIFESTING)

Starpaw (canonize the prefix erins. do it.)

[y-rhywbeth2]

If NPCs must initiate dialogue with the companions instead of the character I'm actually playing I really wish the companions would talk for themselves. Like the Myconids decide to talk to Gale, Gale gets his own autonomous, voice acted back and forth with them that I have no input in rather than forcing me to pick the dialogue options while he stands there going :| . Seeing the companions shift from their own characters to the unvoiced pc when it's not their playthrough just throws me off. It'd also make it more interesting to sit through, rather than obnoxious. How dare you steal my spotlight when I'm the protagonist. Me. Meeee!

I have no idea why, I'd just prefer it this way. ...Actually I'd prefer NPCs not initiate dialogue with anybody but the current protagonist, but whatever.

[anghraine]

Fun fact: Imrahil of Dol Amroth is only ever described in LOTR as Denethor and Faramir's "kinsman", with no distinction ever made between how he's related to Denethor vs to Faramir. It's only later, when Faramir briefly thinks of his long-dead mother, that she is called "Finduilas of Amroth" and we can deduce that the family connection was likely between Denethor's wife and Imrahil, making him an in-law of Denethor but blood relative of Faramir. We're still not told exactly how Imrahil and Finduilas were related, though.

I always had the impression of a certain degree of tension between Imrahil and Denethor, and also of Imrahil being particularly concerned for Faramir, but his exact relationships with them are quite vague in the narrative. A lot of the names, dates, and family connections among the members of the house of Dol Amroth that we now accept as a matter of course are mainly from a separate document published in Peoples of Middle-earth that explains the most probable origin story for the house of Dol Amroth and has an attached family tree. IIRC the entire existence of Faramir and Éowyn's son Elboron is based on his inclusion in the Dol Amroth family tree in POME and he's never referenced in LOTR (and possibly not in anything else, actually?).

Tolkien definitely did imagine Imrahil and Finduilas as siblings regardless (e.g. I think he mentions it when observing that Denethor's natural beardlessness as an Elrosian Dúnadan would be reinforced in Boromir and Faramir by their additional Elvish heritage through Imrahil's sister), but he didn't actually say it in LOTR.

I do think it's important, though, because it's with this later information that Imrahil taking charge of Faramir's fallen body is conclusively revealed to not be simply a prince rescuing a vague "kinsman" of political/military importance, but specifically a man carrying his dead sister's last surviving child from a battlefield.

(No wonder he and Éomer bonded so much, honestly!)

[almea]

😭😭😭😭 I think the way Yang's cheesy smile drops into this look of complete wonder after Blake says she thinks she's an extraordinary person is ILLEGAL.

[masculinerose]

Some of you only think of transmasculines as skinny and/or white and GOD it fucking shows.

[hpostnmain]

huurrhggg i just figured out i can cream while standing up 😁

oh my goood i pulled my pants down and rubbed my clit and hshshh it sounded soo sloppy, now i know people aren't exaggerating when they talk about creamy pussies 😵‍💫😵‍💫

as i got closer and closer i swiped my fingers side to side on my boy clit really fast and WOOAAAGGHHH i felt like a bitch in heat

my knees kept buckling and my hips kept bucking up into my hand, next time i’m gonna imagine someone doing to it me 😵‍💫😵‍💫🤤

[mashmouths]

post limit was created to silence women

[hypnautic-cereal]

Welcome Home agere babbling :3

💌🪶💌🪶💌🪶💌🪶💌🪶💌🪶💌🪶💌🪶💌🪶

I like to imagine Poppy sometimes regressing while having Eddie over

She enjoys just laying her head on his lap and Eddie petting her. Poppy feels a bit nervous in doing so, but Eddie doesn’t mind it at all. His hand glides along the smoothness and softness of her feathers, giving a few head scratches every now and then. Eddie hums a little tune to help Poppy rest, and she falls asleep, feeling like a little chick again

💌🪶💌🪶💌🪶💌🪶💌🪶💌🪶💌🪶💌🪶💌🪶

[babydollmarauders]

hear me out— we all know jack is a clean/tidy person, luke has said it before (i think a few different times) and cory schneider said that jack’s room at his house was always clean with the bed made and everything had its place, and jack is always ragging on luke and quinn for being messy…

jack with an untidy girlfriend. she’s not necessarily messy, but she’ll get home from work or wherever and throw her jacket/sweatshirt on a dining room chair and then kinda just forget about it. she’ll rinse out her dishes but just set them in the sink instead of immediately putting them in the dishwasher. she leaves her clean laundry in the basket for a couple days too long (in jack’s eyes) rather than folding and hanging it all up the same day. she’ll kick her shoes off by the door instead of putting them in the coat closet/on the shoe rack. she’ll leave little things around the apartment; like she’ll put her keys on the counter instead of hanging them on the key hook, or leave her book on the coffee table instead of putting it back on the bookshelf, or leave the throw blanket haphazardly on the couch instead of folding it and laying it on the back of the couch.

all these things drive jack crazy, they’ve even had small arguments about them in the past. but, they also bring him so much comfort. coming home from practice and seeing her shoes by the door brings him peace. seeing her keys on the counter when he gets home midday from a roadie brings him comfort to know that she’s home and waiting for him. seeing her rinsed out dishes in the sink brings him joy to know that she was eating without him having to make sure she did (because if there’s anything jack has learned, it’s that girls will regularly just forget to eat sometimes, and it can worry him). seeing the blanket thrown on the couch reminds him of just the night before, when they were cuddled up under the blanket watching a movie, before he had departed to go to bed and reminded her to fold the blanket before she came into the bedroom… which she obviously forgot to do. seeing her jacket/sweatshirt on the back of the dining room chair makes him smile because he knows that the next day, when she’s rushing out the door to get to work, she’ll forget she set it there, and then she’ll be calling out and asking jack if he knows where it is, so he’ll bring it to her, joking that she would lose her head if it wasn’t attached to her, and she’ll reward him with a sarcastic laugh and a kiss goodbye. seeing her book on the coffee table, the makeshift bookmark of a photo booth strip of them together poking out from between the pages, calms him, because he knows that she only reads her book when the two of them can cuddle on the couch, his head in her lap, one hand holding her book in front of her as the other runs through his hair, stopping every once in a while to flip the page. he loves every part of her, untidiness and all, and he’s so grateful to have found a love like her to share his life with.

[bonefall]

it is healing to come onto this blog and see basic respect for diasbility after being in other corners of the fandom and reading the words “snowkit could never be a warrior because he wouldnt know what anything is. he wouldnt even know what a clan is because nobody could explain it to him” said in full seriousness

Im..... That statement is so ableist I cannot even imagine the worldview you'd need to have in order to come up with that.

They really think the only way anyone learns anything is through verbal-speaking-words-noises? No one has ever observed something before? Not even once?

This is beyond touching grass, this person just fell out of the fucking Jurassic Period when all they had was ferns and stegosaurs.

I just...

OH YES. I remember my first day of Society Lessons as a hearing person, where the everything was explained to me. Via Audiobook. FIRST they spoke and said, "you are standing on the ground." It was a life changing revelation, and the world began to spin.

But it did not stop.

THEN they said, "there are fingers on your hands." The sensation of flesh and bone crackling into existence is indescribable, but I did not yet know pain, until they told me, "that hurts." I began screaming immediately.

And yet... it continued.

They explained so much. Chairs. Tables. Walls. The sky. Frogs. Ionizing radiation. Breathing. I was told all of it, in one sitting, and only then did I understand. Only when my ears were bursting with normal hearing knowledges, did they begin... my final test.

A strange wall-chair-finger emerged from the sky-of-the-wall, stood on the ground several times, until it was in front of me. A second one came behind it, this one slimmer. The audiobook gave these things names;

Human. Father. Mother. Door. Walking. It was completely impossible to know what these things were until that very moment.

I watch a human dip a hook into water and produce a fish, and I recall my Society Lessons where they called that "fishing." I am decked in the face by a nefarious hooligan, and I have only the audiobook to thank when I know I have been "punched" by a "bad guy." It was only the magic of verbal-speaking-words-noise that made me understand that there are "other people" and that they "do stuff."

Sometimes, even, in "groups."

Before the Society Lessons Audiobook, I knew nothing. I was pure, innocent, uncorrupted by concepts such as "parents" and "door." I am grateful every day that there is no such concept as "being shown things" or "simple logical reasoning" or "looking."

Blessed be those amongst us who escape the horrors of the Society Lessons Audiobook. I pray that you never learn what anything is. Be free! Free as a bird, which also knows nothing and famously cannot learn. 🤗

DEAF/HOH FOLLOWERS I'm losing my mind do you want me to bump a 'Hearing Disabilities Herb Guide' to the top of my priorities? Something you can use to bludgeon whackadoodles like that. This is ridiculous

Obviously not a MEDICINE guide but like; common causes of hearing disability in clan cats. Accommodations for hearing loss vs congenital deafness. Actual difficulties of not having that sense Clan-by-Clan. Debunking of misconceptions like... not being able to learn APPARENTLY.

[y-rhywbeth2]

I know some people prefer Astarion's post-Araj confession as feeling more natural but I think in fairness that if I was an acerbic asshole who had learnt to see the world as an inherently evil place populated only by idiots and predators and somebody who had been one of the first people in 200 years to show me kindness for the last tenday was willing to selflessly stick their neck out for me and fight a legion of merregons, a displacer beast, and an orthon for no other reason than to help me that would strike me as a good time to realise I have feelings.

[skelletonscloset]

With the leaves starting to brown and the air starting to become crisp, your mind wandered to your loved ones as you began to wonder how to celebrate the spooky season with them.

love&deepspace halloween headcannons ! ๋࣭ ⭑🕸

cw : implied fem!reader, mentions of knives, fake spiders, Rafayel lore, all tooth rotting fluff ! this is a collaborative effort by skelle and i :)

wc : 3.6k

Xavier 🧸

Xavier isn’t used to actually celebrating Halloween, especially considering he spends most of his days either sleeping or fighting wanderers. He’s more of the kind to just use the day as an excuse to buy himself a big bag of candy and spend the day on the couch in his apartment. So, when you come to him asking him to pick between two festive welcome doormats, he suddenly starts to grow a newfound interest for the festivity that you emphasized for the holiday.

Xavier would easily get into the rhythm of taking one piece of candy from the decorative platter you had out in your living room and eating it every time he visited. You only started to notice when you passed by one afternoon and realized that all the MilkyWays were gone from the plate.

You had planned a few, cute little stay-at-home dates with him, one of which included carving pumpkins. Xavier was a little confused at first, having to stick his bare hand into the guts of a pumpkin, but watching you become so focused on getting every little seed out and onto the tray between you two caused him to ease up a little more, finding joy in your own.

You popped the pumpkin seeds in the oven, explaining to him that getting in the “fall mood” was important and promising that they tasted good.

Neither of you were very good at carving pumpkins, in fact, Xavier’s barely looked like one in the end. He almost treated it like a wanderer with the way he was using the carving knife you’d given him. You both still ended up placing your pumpkins on display in a corner of the kitchen, you two joking about the process every time you laid your eyes on them.

Because he never really celebrated Halloween, he never really felt the need to dress up before. You were thinking of ways to celebrate with him and you figured it would be funny to ask him to dress up for a costume party being held by the Hunters Association. Another “team bonding” experience as dubbed by Tara. You just didn’t expect Xavier to agree and for the costume you picked out for the both of you to end up looking so good on him.

Choosing a classic princess and knight duo, you used it as an excuse to wear a pretty, flowy dress while Xavier took a more modern approach with his costume, opting to forgo the helmet that came with the outfit but insists lets you secure the cape beneath his shoulder plates.

Bonus: You’d jokingly ask him to dress up as Lumiere from Beauty and the Beast as long as you got to be Plumette.

On the night of the party, you were getting ready to leave, making sure you didn't leave anything behind before heading to the party before you heard a knock at the door. It was probably Xavier coming to pick you up.

You made your way over to the door, making sure not to step on the fabric of the white, frilly dress you wore with your heels. Opening the door, your eyes meet Xavier’s, whose averted from your gaze, the tips of his ears tinged pink.

Your mouth drops open, giving him a once over as your lips curve into a giddy grin. His icy eyes travel from the floor and up your figure, becoming entranced with the look of the dress on your body.

“You… look beautiful,” He murmured as his eyes met yours, a look of awe etched into his expression. The tips of his ears were still a little red from the embarrassment of walking down the complex’s halls in a knight costume.

“Not too bad yourself, Sir Lumiere.” You joked, placing a hand on his chest plate and pushing him backward into the hallway. You closed your apartment door behind you. “We should get going, the party is starting soon.”

You barely got two steps ahead of him before you were gently pulled back, Xavier taking your hand in his. You look at him with a confused expression as he kneels down to one knee.

“Please, let me escort you, Your Highness” He says, his voice soft and gentle, and the look in his eyes even more tender as he kisses the back of your hand. His hand holds yours as if it were porcelain, and his warmth seeps into your skin as he guides you down the hall.

Rafayel ☠️

Rafayel had learned what Halloween was over the course of his time here, but never did he once celebrate it. It wasn’t out of hatred for it, but back in Lemuria it was never celebrated or even heard of. So he had no real idea how to go about participating in such a holiday. Before knowing you, he also had no interest in doing so.

This was precisely why you had made it a point to try and do something fun with him each day of the month of October.

On the first day, as in the very first day of October, you showed up to his home very early, decorations piled in multiple bags all held in one hand, and in the other were a ton of snacks. Day one was decorating his home to fit the vibe.

You explained common myths surrounding the holiday, most of which people don’t consider to be true but regardless it’s fun to talk about. You told him stories from your childhood of how you’re family celebrated and traditions you had each year.

His least favorite decoration was the big black cat figure with its back arched high and fake fur all puffed up. In fact he made you remove it from his presence at once.

Later on in the month you and him had visited a pumpkin patch. Rafayel spent at least two hours scouring for the most perfect pumpkin he could find. one without blemishes and one that was perfectly round. Once he found it he practically begged you to carry it, saying that if something happened he could hurt his wrist and never be able to paint again, eyes big and round and puppy dog-ish

After managing to find “the perfect pumpkin” you returned back to his place to start carving.

Pumpkin carving had so far proven to be his favorite activity, showing off his skills much to your despair.

He looked over to see your pumpkin and complemented its face, noting all the uneven sharp edges forming a sinister smile and slanted eyes. you expressed your gratitude with a smile Only it dropped the minute you looked over at his and he was literally carving a beautiful greek statue depicting icarus on his giant pumpkin. you decided to start cleaning up your own mess and be done after that.

When you brought up your memories of trick or treating as a kid and all the tooth rotting candy you got from it, even having some left over for months after October, he seemed increasingly interested in the event. He practically begged to go this year with you.

You had to sit him down to explain that normally it’s children, young kids who go trick or treating and that normally you’d dress up, so it would be hard to find a costume now anyway.

This did not stop Rafayel from whining and begging on hands and knees to go trick or treating. He didn't stop until you pulled out your laptop in defeat to order a costume online.

You thought he would look handsome in a Phantom of the Opera costume so you ordered one and luckily it would be here just before halloween night.

You had tried a few times to convince Rafayel to go to a costume party instead, something more sophisticated and fun but he was insistent you go to the nearby neighborhood and trick or treat with the local families.

☆BONUS☆ Rafayels favorite candy would ironically be Swedish fish (get it..)

☆BONUS☆ As a joke you definitely asked him to dress up as the little mermaid and prince Eric. you were prince Eric

You sat on Rafayel’s couch waiting for him to change into his costume. You sat in a beautiful vintage cream colored gown to match that of the Phantom’s love interest. Hair done to match the character as much as possible. You fiddled with the lace hemming of the puffy sleeves as you waited for him, adjusting bits and pieces of your dress. You thought back to all the fun you’d had with Rafayel over the month, aside from his insane talent of carving pumpkins he also enjoyed taste testing different candies that you dumped into a plastic candy bowl you had gotten for him.

“I can’t tell if this is right… help me please?” Rafayel walked out of one of the nearby rooms, fiddling with the white mask with one hand and adjusting his tie with the other. The coat tails danced behind him as he walked, shiny black shoes clacking against his tiles floors.

The minute his mauve eyes met yours his face turned red. “You look beautiful. I can see why the Phantom would fall for you,” he bowed, holding his hand out for you to take.

“Thank you Raf, and you… look so handsome,” you smiled, taking your hand into his gloved one, letting him kiss your knuckles.

You gently took the mask and leaned up, fastening it with the velcro band that it came with. You leaned back to make sure it was even and make sure he could see clearly through the cut out hole for his eyes. His hands immediately rested on your hips.

Your eyes widened when you realized. He didn’t need any help with his costume, he just wanted you closer. “Raf!” you scolded, “You didn’t need my help at all.”

“No really, I needed help..” he pretended to pout, only holding you tighter. “Come on, let’s go trick or treating!” He spun around you and dragged you along out of his home.

The two of you walked down a street of cookie cutter houses, decorated to the shingles with fake cobwebs and twinkling purple and orange string lights. Kids ran up and down the street in homemade costumes and store bought ones slinging around little baskets brim filled with candies. The sun was setting quickly and stars began to flicker in the sky.

“Come on! I heard one of the kids say that the house has king size candy bars!” Rafayel slid his gloved hand into yours and dragged you towards a big house. He knocked on the front door, an old woman opening the door while he shouted “Trick or treat!” holding a kids sized pumpkin basket that he insisted he take.

“Aren’t you two a little… old to be trick or treating?” The older woman questioned as she tossed a king sized bar of chocolate into his bag and another for you.

Rafayel frowned, nose scrunching. “There is no age limit to joy,” before stomping off. Most of the night carried on like that, but by the end he had filled his small basket to the top, tiny candies falling over the rim.

Zayne 🧸

Halloween? Celebrating?? Halloween??? As a doctor?? Yeah, no.

Zayne is very used to his colleagues getting in the festive mood, decorating corners of the hospital with purple, orange and black garlands, mugs with black cats on them, and even crafts that some patients (mainly the children), helped with making.

However, Zayne never really had the time himself to make any plans, nor did he really care to. He was too busy all the time, getting called back into work even on his days off, leading surgeries, literally getting not an ounce of sleep. This usually occurred with most holidays, actually.

When you drop by his office, a store bought lunch in tow, you miraculously catch him on his “break”. You sit down across from him, letting him take his portion as he once again separates the carrots from his, giving them to you. You ask him what his plans for the holiday will be, or if he has any, and he’s almost confused for a second. When he remembers it’s October and the people of Linkon are getting excited for a particular, sweets-filled holiday, he admits he’s never really had room for celebrations.

You almost take a personal offense to this. Has he never felt the joy of sitting down in a dark room, a bowl of candy in hand, as a classic horror movie plays on a flatscreen? Immediately, you insist Zayne requests the day off. Almost just as quickly, he denies your demand. (He used Meow This.)

After plenty of convincing (which mainly consisted of leaning on his shoulder, giving him your best puppy dog eyes), he knew he couldn’t say no to you. He reluctantly agreed to take Halloween off, much to his colleagues' surprise.

As the week progressed, you introduced several ways to celebrate with him. Scenic walks in the park with overly sweetened pumpkin spice lattes in hand, going to halloween stores and picking up tacky decorations and cheap candy, and even trying your hands at making your own apple cider.

Zayne didn’t really seem like the type to go to a costume party, so you decided to spare him from more of your begging pleading. However, he still wasn’t exempt from wearing a costume.

Bonus: Zayne’s favorite candies are snow caps or york patties.

Bonus: You mentioned it would be funny if you two dressed up as Snowmeiser and Heatmeiser.

“Zayne, have you seen the candy bowl I set up earlier? I can’t remember where I left it. I thought it’d be on the counter…” You mumble to yourself, shuffling between the areas of the kitchen and the front door, trying to look for the bowl.

From around the corner, behind the bathroom door, you hear his silvery voice call out. “l believe you left it on the coffee table in front of the couch,” He answered as the bathroom door jiggled.

You turn around to look in the direction of the coffee table, seeing the bowl of candy and catching a glimpse of the door opening, revealing Zayne clad in black, red and white. Your eyes trail down his figure as you bite your lip, taking note of the deep cut of the white, frilly shirt on his chest. You grin widely as you stride over to him with excitement.

“I fail to see the appeal in dressing up like this. I feel foolish.” He sighs, analyzing your giddy reaction with tenderness. You smile up at him, beginning to fix a strand of hair that fell from his slicked-back style before ultimately deciding he looked better that way.

“Oh, come on Zayne! You make an amazing Dracula!” You exclaim. You get on your tip toes and lean towards his ear before saying “And a very, very attractive one at that,” in a hushed voice. Your hand gingerly rests upon his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken just by a hair. His ears tinge with pink before the look in his eyes match that of yours.

“You look better in this kind of thing than I do, but I’ll humor you for tonight.” You watched as the fake fangs he wore poked out from inside his mouth as he spoke, pursing your lips in response.

“Maybe I should ask you to wear this kind of thing more often…” You murmured, eyes lingering on his lips. Zayne’s expression twitched in the slightest, squinting before he decided to tease you back.

“Careful, beloved. These fangs aren’t just for show.” He whispered, leaning down slightly as his lips just barely brushed against your ear.

Sylus ☠️

Sylus was used to spending most of the holidays alone in his mansion with only Luke and Kieran to entertain him. Despite the N109 zone being inhabited primarily by conmen and other criminals–and despite not having any favorable visitors before you– Luke and Kieran were persistent in their efforts to at the very least decorate the main foyer.

Halloween was by far the easiest to decorate for considering the dark atmosphere and eerie decor already inhabiting the mansion.

Despite the now habitual ruckus caused by the twins during the few days leading up to Halloween, Sylus was pleasantly surprised when you asked him to celebrate the holiday with you.

What he did not realize was “celebrating” in fact meant helping you with the last finishing touches to your apartment for a costume party you were hosting. Not that he minded really, getting to spend some time with you outside the comfortable darkness of the N109 zone and instead the excessively bright skies of Linkon was more than acceptable. You assured him every one was too busy preparing for the weekend to notice him or be concerned about his presence.

Helping lug around big bags full of the last needed decorations and goodies he proposed playing a classic horror movie in the background to help motivate the two of you to decorate. When you agreed he quickly set up Friday the Thirteenth.

He used his evol to get in the hard to reach places and to hold the candy bowl out of your reach when he thought you’d eaten too many too early in the morning.

The day of the party arrived much quicker than he anticipated, but for once he seemed relatively excited to spend it doing something other than sitting around his home. Luke and Kieran were unrelenting in their endeavors to be invited to the costume party.

He had forgotten about that aspect of celebrating. Aside from whatever Luke and Keiran prepare for either themselves or him, he never partook in any festivities himself. That’s why when you initially marched up to him with a decorative bag in tow asking him to dress up in a matching partner costume he said no.

Disappointed but not defeated, you endlessly negotiated, tried to strike up deals, and nearly begged. It didn’t take too much convincing to match with you when he heard you mumble about returning the product.

He opened the bag, playfully rolling his eyes at the pleased and self satisfying look on your face. Inside the bag he could see a dark gray set of something fluffy. He looked up from the bag, unamused. Pulling out the items he realized it was the parts of a wolf costume. Fluffy gray ears attached to a cheap plastic headband, a small wolf tail attached to a stretchy velcro belt, and two big fluffy wolf paws that would surely make it hard to grab a piece of candy from the snack bowl or text the twins back to tell them they were invited to the party.

His surprise grew when he noticed in your own hands a small red cloak and a wicker basket. The classic fairy tale of the big bad wolf and little red riding hood. It was definitely an amusing duo idea you had come up with for sure.

☆BONUS☆ His favorite candy would probably be something “spicy” like Hot Tamales or Red Hots!

☆BONUS☆ As a joke you’d ask him to dress up as a scarecrow to see if it spooks mephisto

Sylus tapped his foot impatiently behind your closed door, pushing the tuft of fur away from his wrist to check the time on his watch. It was ten minutes til the party was supposed to start and he was waiting for you to finish the last touches of your costume. His gaze swerved around the apartment, the faint sound of a halloween playlist playing softly from a speaker in the kitchen, helping to set the atmosphere.

Fake spider webs with abnormally large spiders were hung in every corner of the ceiling, different horror movies playing on the screen, dangling fairy lights of purple and orange decorated some areas of the apartment. There was even a small fog machine that was hidden behind the couch. The work you had done—the work he had helped you with—certainly was worth it.

The door clicked getting his attention, looking over he felt rather pleased being your costume partner for the evening, seeing how you looked.

The red cloak billowed delicately behind you as you walked over to him, the hood resting loosely on your hair. He looked you top to bottom not bothering to hide the smirk on his face. The dress was a simple cottage-core style ensemble: frilly, short and sweet accompanied by black tights and brown heels. The wicker basket swung around your wrist. Twirling, you chimed, “How do I look? Do I look like i'm on my way to bring my grandma some sweets?” You opened the basket to reveal a couple of candies resting on the bottom.

“You look great, Sweetie,” Sylus hummed, lifting the hand of yours that wasn’t holding the wicker basket to his lips to plant a kiss on your knuckles. His free hand sliding into one of the openings in the basket to snag a candy and pocket it for later.

Letting go of your hand, he slipped it around your waist and under the cloak, squeezing you close to his side. The paws he wore took up almost all the space along your torso with his giant they were. He hated how he could barely feel you beneath the thick fabric of those damned paws.

“Oh my, what big teeth you have!” You playfully teased, nudging him in the side with your hip.

Sylus leaned down, lips close to your ear, “The better to eat you with, my dear.”

A knock on the apartment door left you no room to retort as the party had started. All you could do was try to collect yourself as he sent a wink your way before greeting the guests.