#going to skeep now

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OOC:

to the very small amount of people that actually check this blog (its probably mostly just klug, hi klug!! youre v cool), there shall be no ftl log tonight! i dont have a reason, mostly just getting tired of writing those! ill think of an excuse later... i have Plans

anygays thats that o7

(sidenote: the comment abt no one checking this blog is NOT passive-aggressive or smth, its just a statement that may or may not be true. it just sounds silly, so i said ithdskf)

[autisticlee]

random thing just thought about. used to love complimenting people. especially friends. made them feel good and was nice. then had experiences where got accused of things like flirting or being "creepy" and even lying by people who argue and say shitty things about themselves constantly. so stopped complimenting people and afraid to do it now 😭

[fandomchaosposts]

it appears that I have fucked up

[autistickfigure]

hey girl. i mean they

[macjaket]

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[dead-but-still-magic]

I'll give you nightmares dont test me

[slafkovskys]

Adam dating an older girl and comforting her after someone rudely mentions their age gap and it makes her upset

you know that gavin likely hadn’t meant it in a rude manner when he let the words fall from his lips. his second beer sloshed in his hand as he leaned against the tall bar table and squinted his eyes at you, “what do you and fants even talk about? you’re so much older than him-”

and you don’t even hear the rest of his words from the sound of your heart thumping against your ribs. your ears start to ring at his observation, so much older than him.

truly, you weren’t. you were only twenty five compared to his twenty and while he was fresh off of his first year in the league, you were three years out of college with your own career and considering a masters in your field. now you knew that there were differences and you weren’t immune to the comments that had been made about your age difference ever since you were seen hanging off of his arm at the most recent cannon ball (comments that forced you to privatize all of your social media) but to hear the words coming straight from the lips of his friend, his former teammate?

you wish that adam wasn’t able to read you so well because mere moments after gavin is pulled away and shrink back into the wall, adam is striding over with a big grin on his face. he sets his drink down beside your own and gently throws his arms over your shoulder and it’s basically automatic for you to wrap yours around his waist, “well, y/n, does it live up to the hype?”

you hum quietly, not meeting his eyes. because you had focused your gaze on his chin, you witness in real time as his smile falls and you’re quick to straighten up, letting your eyes meet his confused gaze, “yeah, it’s great! i can see why you talk about it so much, mo.”

not even the use of his nickname causes his features to soften. he takes a step closer, gently bullying himself between your legs and swoops down so you can hear him over the music, “something’s wrong and you’re not telling me.”

“everything’s fine.”

“you were fine at the game. this is not you being fine,” his hands move up to rest on your cheeks, making sure that you’re meeting his gaze when he asks, “what did gavin say to you?”

you don’t have to question how he knows because somehow he always did. in the seven months you had been together, he was quick to figure out almost everything from what made you laugh, to what made you cry, to what caused you to completely shut down. you look up at the ceiling and tug at his flannel, trying to find the words to soften the blow that his friend was the one who had upset you, “he- he just asked what we talk about considering i’m so much older than you, but it’s fine-”

“i’ll kill him,” his gaze goes cold and his tone serious. when he goes to pull away, you’re quick to tug him back, “i don’t give a fuck who he is to me, he’s not allowed to say shit about us like that. especially after knowing you for, what? an hour?”

“you can’t hurt him, adam,” it’s your turn to raise your hand and thumb at his cheek, letting your finger run against the roughness of his beard, “he’s had a couple of drinks just let it go. besides, he’s not the only one that thinks it.”

“he can have ten beers and that still doesn’t give him the right. no one has the right to comment on us or our relationship,” he grumbles, “you know that i don’t care that you’re older than me, right?”

“but you could be with someone who still likes all of this,” you wave your hand around skeeps and his narrow once again, “not a girl who’s over the college bar phase of her life or staying out late or whatever. you could be with a twenty year old that’s more your speed.”

“i could be, but i’m not,” he insists, “i thought that we conquered this hill when we got together, baby.”

“it’s kind of hard to conquer it when you have to read about it at least once a day,” you frown.

“i don’t care what people say about you or me or us. our relationship is ours, they don’t get to put their two cents in just because it’s not logical to them, okay?” he looks at you for assurance that you were understanding his words and you provide him with a hesitant nod. he grins and leans forward to press his lips to yours, “besides, if they’re this upset when we’re dating, i can’t wait to see how mad they get when i marry you.”

you shove at his arm, “let’s get you out of a boot and off of an elc first, pretty boy.”

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[huggybug]

good luck charm - luca fantilli

word count: 2.2k words

Your phone buzzed on the table, stealing your focus away from your professor’s lecture on flow state. Looking down, you see Luca’s name pop up and you sigh, pulling up the conversation on your laptop.

You’re coming tonight, right???

They were playing Ohio State tonight in the first round of playoffs and Luca had been bugging you all week about it. However, as the end of the school year was approaching, your assignments and tests seemed to start loading up and it was heavily cutting into your social life, something that your best friend was not happy about.

Not sure, have a paper due on Sunday :(

His response came back almost immediately.

Pleaseeee

You had a hard time saying no to Luca, he could almost always get you to agree to whatever it is he wanted and that truly went both ways. You liked his message and knew he’d understand.

Leaving your lecture hall an hour later, you see Luca standing alone across from the building, clutching something tightly in his hands. He’s searching the crowd of people that had formed from classes being let out and when he spots you, his entire body relaxes as you make your way over to him.

Before you can get a word out, he’s shoving the balled up sweater into your hands. “Wear my jersey tonight”

“What?” You ask, hesitantly taking his jersey from him.

“It’s playoffs, Y/n. I need you to wear my jersey” You weren’t going to pretend that you understood him. Hockey players were weird with their rituals and superstitions, you weren’t sure you even wanted to know the reasoning behind this one.

“You gonna score if I wear it?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’ll try” Luca smiled brightly. You both knew there was no way you’d say no so you folded the jersey up and held it against your chest.

“Good luck tonight Lu” You grin, waving the jersey at him as you walk away, making sure he knows you’ll be wearing it.

…

“You’re wearing that jersey this entire run, baby!” Luca was running off the adrenaline rush after the game as were the rest of the boys that had finally made it to Skeeps. The first win of playoffs felt even better since it was against Ohio State so the boys knew a night a Skeeps was needed.

“It’s the only reason you won, huh?” You grinned. Luca’s goal was, in all honesty, meaningless. It padded the team’s lead and you didn’t want to discredit it or him but it made it even funnier how serious he was taking the jersey you had worn.

“Of course, you’re my good luck charm” He winked. “Drinks on me tonight”

“Aren’t they every night?” You tease, grinning at him as you snag his drink from his hand and take a sip.

You spent the entire night with Luca, sitting at the tables listening to the boys talk about the game and watching some of the guys strike out with girls on the dance floor down below.

Nights at Skeeps seemed to last forever but every time without fail, Luca walked you home. Sometimes it would be him and Adam or him and Johnny, you never knew if someone else would be tagging along but without fail, Luca was there. He wouldn’t even think about not taking you home, it was practically apart of his routine now.

“You ready to go?” Luca came back from the bar, coming up to stand behind you at the table where you were talking to some of the sophomores. You spin around to face him, not realizing he had his hands on either side on you on the table, bracketing you in.

“Get a room!” Hoots and hollers from the boys around you didn’t stop even when Luca flipped them off behind your back.

“Adam coming with?” You ask. You hadn’t seen his brother in a while but you assumed he was still here.

“He’s with Seamus somewhere” Luca shrugged, “We can go now though” It seemed like he wanted to leave so you nodded, grabbing your stuff and saying goodbye to the guys.

Luca guided you out of Skeeps and you held his hand until you got outside, dropping his hand as you walked beside him on the sidewalk heading back to the dorms.

“So… Minnesota next weekend” It was going to be a tough game, especially since it wasn’t at Yost.

“Yup” Luca paused, “You’re gonna come right?”

“I don’t know… I’ve got exams and stuff” You wished you could go but you had an exam the following week so you weren’t exactly sure that a weekend trip would be the best option.

“Oh…” Luca trailed off and he sounded so sad, you had to look over at him.

“I would if I could Luca, you know that”

“Yeah, I just… wish you could come” You put your arm around his waist in attempt of a makeshift hug and his arm naturally dropped around your shoulders.

“I’ll be cheering you on from here, I promise”

…

The day of the Big10 Finals, you were sitting in your dorm while opening snaps from the boys who were all in Minnesota. They had left a couple days early and you’ve been kept up to date with everything going on thanks to Luca’s constant snaps each day.

Adam and Rutger have both texted you, complaining about how much Luca has mentioned you and it made you second guess missing the game. You looked over at Luca’s jersey that was flung over your desk chair and made a quick decision that you were getting to that game.

You found a flight that left in a couple hours and booked it immediately. Grabbing some essentials and shoving them in a bag along with the jersey, you were out the door and on your way to the airport in less than 30 minutes.

…

The game was close, you were on the edge of your seat the entire third period but in the end, they did it. You jumped up when the buzzer went off and screamed with the rest of the Michigan fans in the building.

Once the crowd had thinned out, you headed down closer to the ice; you spotted Luca’s parents and made your way over to them.

You’ve met his parents a few times from when they’ve come to games so you made small talk as you watched the other boys take turns to skate around with the trophy. When it was finally Luca’s turn, he came right near where he had already spotted his dad and then he saw you, sandwiched in between his parents, cheering just as loud as the other guys’ families and girlfriends.

Luca’s smile grew even wider when he saw that you were wearing the jersey he gave you last weekend. He stuck his tongue out at you, still balancing the trophy over his head which made you laugh as you mirrored him. It felt like time had stood still for a moment before he skated away and handed the trophy off to Adam.

You caught his gaze a few more times while they were on the ice. He still couldn’t believe you were actually here and in between hugs from Duker and Moyle, he kept finding himself looking for you.

“I’m glad you were able to make it sweetie! I think Luca was pretty upset you wouldn’t be here” You smiled at his mom as you walked together down to the locker rooms where the families were instructed to wait for the boys.

“I’m just glad he was busy all day so I couldn’t ruin the surprise” You we’re terrible at keeping secrets, especially when it came to Luca which was a well-known fact among your friends.

“Well just know that we’re both grateful you’re there to look out for both our boys but especially Luca, he’s lucky to have you” You chuckled at her first comment; Adam probably looked out for you and his brother more than anything but you didn’t say anything. You were too stuck on the last thing she said.

You were thinking about what she meant by it when the room suddenly erupted and you turned to see a bunch of the boys coming out to see their families who had made the trip to the game. You saw Adam but no Luca.

“So are you gonna talk to him?” He had made a beeline for you as soon as he came out of the locker room, barely stopping to hug his parents before pulling you aside.

“Who? Luca? About what?” You looked up at him, very confused.

“You know…”

“Adam” You groaned, becoming frustrated. “What are you talking about?”

“Your feelings! You should tell Luca tonight” Adam exclaimed, acting like it was the most obvious thing on this planet. Which apparently according to everyone other than you and Luca, it was.

“My feelings?”

“You’re telling me you would’ve flown out here if I had asked? Or Shea… or any of the guys for that matter” You hesitated at that. Adam was your friend but he had a point, you wouldn’t have considered coming here if it weren’t for Luca. Up until now, you hadn’t even thought of it. Luca was your best friend. Nothing more and nothing less.

“You know it’s not like that…”

“I think it is though” Adam huffed, “I know my brother, Y/n. He’s different when he’s around you, believe me” You take a minute to think on that before your attention is once again taken elsewhere.

“There he is!” You heard their parents talking and turned around to see Luca had finally made it out of the locker room. He hugged his parents before you saw him looking around, searching for you.

“Y/n” Luca called you and Adam sent you a knowing look before letting you go, walking back to distract his parents from his older brother to allow you to have the conversation he’s decided has to be had.

“You came” Luca mumbled as he hugged you tightly. You let your body relax into his, suddenly feeling emotional and you’re not sure what about whether it was how proud you were of him and the team or the two weird conversations you’ve just had with two people that know Luca better than anyone.

“Of course I did, it’s you” You pull back a little to look at him only to find him already smiling down at you.

“Thank you” He whispers and suddenly the air feels thick around you.

“Good job today, Lu. I’m super proud” You do a little fist pump at the end and it’s so stupid it makes you both laugh.

“Couldn’t have done it without you” He finally stepped away, awkwardly running his hands through his hair.

“Really?” You hummed.

“You’re my good luck charm Y/n/n, I’ve told you” He tugged at the jersey you were still wearing and it made you smile.

“Hey… can we talk for a minute?” You bite the inside of your cheek which of course he notices. Luca nods, pulling you out of the room and down the hallway where nobody would interrupt.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing just… your mom and Adam both said something and-”

“Oh my gosh” Luca’s cheeks turned pink as he ran his hand over his face, “I’m gonna kill them”

“Just listen for a minute?” You reached out for his hand, squeezing it to refocus. “I hadn’t even thought about this until today and Adam brought it up because you’re my best friend and I love our friendship and I wouldn’t ever want to ruin it but I think this could-” You were rambling but didn’t know how to stop, the nerves had suddenly gotten to you.

“Hey- nothing is going to ruin our friendship” He knew what you were talking about, he’s been at the brunt of Adam’s talk a few too many times. Ever since you became best friends, Adam hasn’t been able to drop the idea and after a month of denying it, Luca had taken the time to think about what his younger brother was saying and realized he was right, not that he’d ever tell him that.

“I like you Luca” You take a deep breath before looking up to meet his gaze. “I really do but I don’t want to lose you so if you don’t feel the same way-” Luca cut you off by leaning in and kissing you. You melt into the kiss, pulling him even closer if that’s possible.

“I like you too if that wasn’t obvious” Luka chuckled as he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Hey lovebirds, we gotta go” Adam suddenly appeared at the end of the hallway, smirking like the little shit he is.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked, stepping away but keeping his hand in yours. Their flight home wasn’t until the morning while yours was tonight.

“Yeah, see you at home” Luca grinned, kissing you one more time before following Adam, trying his best to ignore his brother’s incessant teasing.

[1nm806]

OK NOW IM GOING TO SKEEP FOF RREALS!!!! EXHAUSTED EEPY TIRED LOSER JACK NEEDS TO GO HONK SHOO!!!!!!!!!!! snrk mimimi

[eulchu]

Well it's 7am so if you sleep now you'll probably wake up when George does and maybe he'll stream

so i should go to skeep thank you very much .its 3am somwehre too

[watuhcar]

When the- the art.. 3 AM

Ahahaha- concept art- uhm

I need skeep

first one is a passive underwater bug-like creature (a bit smaller than your average Scug) with glowing patterns on its back, resembling eyes. It uses these glowing markings to scare off predators. Very nummy, two food pips. (Search up flatworm, it kinda looks/moves like that)

second one is a very big creature that floats around, mouth wide open. It just kinda.. floats, and whatever goes in its mouth goes in its mouth. Big baby, also, blind.

third one is- oh, yeah, that one’s fun. It’s based off of an underwater creature fittingly named ‘the wall of death’. A creature with electrical tendrils that it spreads about the water, kinda like a wall of death.

the last one- it’s a sundew, basically. Carnivorous plant. It grows a singular, diamond shaped item in the center of it, of which takes extreme caution to aquire. (It’s either going to be good if some kind or something very nice to trade with the scavs- like- above pearl nice. Tho if you have any interesting mechanics you’d like to suggest, asks are open ;3)

that’s it for now, I’m gonna… sleep

[slafkovskys]

secret relationship with tyler duke while he’s at osu, and you’re at umich

shocking the rest of the team when he walks around like he’s knows where he’s going

but in actuality he does, because he’s up there so often

you were practically inseparable during high school and maybe the summer after, that’s when you decided to see whether it you could work out as anything more than friends. after a whirlwind two months together, you split up. while you stayed in michigan, he went off to ohio and you tried your best with long distance.

it was mostly you catching flights out to him every month, but every now and again he was able to slip away to ann arbor, under the nose of his brother. you would spend hours walking around or hanging out in the library, so much that by the time he arrived on campus he didn’t even need a tour.

it’s late one night and after leaving the pregame, tyler and a few members of the team are heading towards skeeps with tyler surprisingly leading the pack. jacob calls out, “did you google directions before hand, baby duke?”

“i came here a few times with my girlfriend last semester,” i’m his tipsy state he doesn’t realize he’s spilling the only real secret he kept. the group gets loud and suddenly the attention is one his older brother, asking if he knew, while tyler is scrambling to text you.

you come out of the bathroom to a barrage of text messages from tyler and they cause nothing but a pit of dred to form in your stomach

baby i’m sory

i didn’t mean to

plese forgive

immediately you’re calling, “what did you do?”

“i told them about us-”

he’s cut off by a loud voice, “is that the mystery ms. baby duke? i want to talk to her!”

[connorsui]

I thought this was a full blown fic!?!?...until I realized ..THERE IS NOT ONLY A PART 2 TO THIS ...BUT A PART 3?? HELOO?? I was thinking of skeeping after this but fuck that🩷🩷YOU HAVE A WHOLE LITTLE MINI SERIES OVER HERE ...and I ain't gonna deny when I say I'm loving it so far cuz either way ....imma go to part 2 after this just to see what the hell this crazed maniac gonna pull now 🤪

But the little relationship (reader) has with (bestie)?? its lowkey so fucking cute🥺🩷.... its like looking at me and my bestie enjoying our lives in a little fucked world with a serial killer that we always dreamed of being delulu with (imma show her this fic later)

Bestie: omfg ..girl ..it's him ..it's him again

Him: *standing in the corner..breathing heavily with a literal head in his hands* 🧍‍♀️

Reader: bitch ..there go your new manz 💀 u ain't gonna chase him?

Bestie: ?? ..with this fat ass? 😭

Reader: ...*looking up and down* ..girl where? 💀

Her just looking at me ⏬️⏬️

Me tho ⏫️⏫️

BYE I LOVE YOUR PART 1 IMMA GO TO PART 2 🩷🩷🩷

☾✧꥟ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✧✰☀︎︎

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧

Yandere! Serial Killer x Reader

Mentions of blood! Mentions of Death! Mentions of mutilation! Mentions of Murder, GN! Reader, NReader/Diolouge uses a lot of black colloquialisms/AAVE *slightlyyyy black coded but only for the speaking bits. NO APPERANCE MENTIONED!* READ THE NOTE AT THE END PLZ! (●’◡’●)ﾉ Part 2 here Part 3 here

Halloween.

The day where people grasp the fact that the summer's over and the seasons have finally changed. Corny decorations on front porches, masks in windows to scare unaware customers, and people dressed as slutty cartoon characters.

You loved the last one. You’ve always worked hard on your costumes; from a small cameo in the school yearbook to entering contests and pageants. You loved fashion, everything about it. The different fabrics, colors, patterns; you cherished it all. So, it’s no wonder that’s what you’ve chosen as your destined career path. You somehow managed to get into the third most prestigious fashion school. I say third because the first one you applied for, was full of egotistical French exchange students who do nothing but compare their lives at home to their lives in America. The second… well, you don’t want to talk about it. Regardless, you’re so grateful your talents have been recognized.

That leads us to now. At the biggest fright fest of the year. Your professor decided that if everyone got at least a 95% or above on the unit test, he’d take the whole class on a field trip to the annual Freak do Shek Carnival. A free trip and creating a new costume? You’ve never studied harder in your life. You spent days working on your costume; hoping to win the annual costume contest.

“Breaking news! The killer know as the “Mask Maker” is still on the loose and is currently suspected to be in the Witchwood area. It is recommended for all residents to stay indoors travel in groups-,”

Your heart sinks.

No, no, no! Why does it have to be now? Why here? The area you lived in was one of the safest in the city! Police patrolled regularly, security systems were available to all, and most people have been traveling in groups these days. So, why? You look at your friend, Malika, who no doubt received the same alert as you did, judging by her face.

“Well what the hell are we supposed to do now!?” She yells in frustration. You all have arrived at the festival and the bus has already taken its leave. Unless you call an Uber, there’s no way out; but then again, with a killer on the loose, no person would be dumb enough to let any stranger in their car. You tell your teacher your concerns, but does he listen? No.

“We’ll be fine,” , “just travel in groups,” , and “make sure you check in with everyone at least every 15 minutes,” is all he says to shake your worries. Great job by the way. With that, he goes ahead with another one of the chaperones, probably on their way to get drunk on cheap beer and look at young girls. Pig.

“I know I ain’t stayin for damn sure,” you chuckle at Malikas abrasiveness and nod your head in agreement.

“Who’s gonna pick us up though? We all came here on a bus and no Lift driver is stupid enough to let strangers in at this time,” you both sigh and end up agreeing that she’d call her boyfriend to come get you. The only downside is he lives in the next county. That means 3 whole hours plus some that you two have to try and rid your paranoia.

“How ‘bout we go check out the costume display for the upcoming show? Maybe scope out some the competition?”

“You know what Malika, that sounds like a great idea,” she holds out her arm and you take it , laughing your way down the hay covered dirt path wearily dodging scare actors. Unbeknownst to you the glowing eyes of one of the masks are filled with anything but fake intent.

“Hey, Mal? Is he on the way yet?” You two have already viewed the display, concrete knowing you’re gonna knock everyone at the park. So you decided that maybe a little sightseeing wouldn’t be that bad.

“Ugh! He said he’s on his way but knowing him, that means he just got in the shower,” with a deep sigh she puts her phone back in her pocket.

“Look,” she continues

“ How about we go get something to eat and enjoy what we can. I mean, we did wait all year for this,” you’re a little hesitant but you end up caving; fried oreos do sound good right now.

The walk to the concession stands is filled with jump scares from actors, Jack, o lanterns illuminating your path and the laughter of children and adults a like. The environment reminds you of why you came here in the first place, maybe there is nothing to be worried about.

Oof!

“Oh I’m sorry! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,” to wrapped up in the scenery and nostalgia, you failed to notice one of the actors scrambling by. You hear the muffled laughter of Malika and try your best not to strangle her to cover up your embarrassment. Fortunately , it was just the water that spilled on them; Unfortunately, your oreos lay spread eagle on the ground. However, even with a soaked costume and powdered sugar all over their boots, they remain in character. Only giving you a tilt of the head, a grunt, and tightening their grip on their axe. The eyes that lay behind the papier-mâché mask boar deep into your soul, the white contacts holding something deep and dark. The feeling of guilt is slowly washed away and replaced with anxiousness. Man, they're getting employee of the month. Still, you feel bad so you grab the napkins from your back pocket and gently wipe their mask, some of the fake blood coming off along with the water. Hmm, these effects are off the chain too.

As you clean them up you can’t help but to think that they’ll join the costume contest, definitely giving you a run for your money. You're snapped out of your thoughts when Malika pulls you along the road, whining about how upset she is because she didn’t get to snag one of your Oreos. Making your leave, you look over your shoulder one last time, only to find those same white eyes trailing your figure.

My god, you're even more beautiful up close.

“Personally, if that happened to me I’d kill myself,” once again, your friends laughter snapped you outta your own mind. You just giggle and brush it off.

“Shut up! It’s not like I did it on purpose! Besides he was kinda fine not gon’ hold you,”

“I know right! the way he titled his, had a tear running down my leg not gon’ lie,”

“Girl… don’t you gotta man? Like… on his way here?”

“Shhhh don’t ruin the fantasy,”

Two hours have officially passed, the same old texts between Malika and her boyfriend, this time however he was actually in the car. She had pressed him to turn on his location for safety, you could never be too sure now can you? He should’ve been here by now but with how crowded the festival is getting, you can’t blame him. Thankfully, the contest is just about to start! Going against your better judgment, you and Malika thought that being apart for about 15-20 mins wouldn’t hurt. She’ll be waiting in the audience while you go change anyways.

Rushing to the changing rooms you fail to notice another contestant coming towards you just as fast. For the second time this night you managed to bump into someone.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t mean I-,”

“Watch where you’re going bitch! Y’know how long it took me to make this thing?” You look to the left and then to the right trying to figure out who the fuck they think they’re talking too.

“Look I didn’t mean it, I’m sorr-,”

“Yea yea whatever, just stay outta my way next time. Besides, it’s not like you're gonna win this thing anyways,” just before you were about to give them a piece of your mind, the manager stepped in and separated you two. Jeez now this is gonna take even longer than you expected. You thought it was only fair to let Malika know shoot her a quick text. “No worries, babe! Gill's location says he’s here already so Imma grab us a quick bite to eat before I look for him and we head to you. See ya soonnn❤︎︎!!!”

Good; that buys you just enough time. After getting changed and checking your reflection for the hundredth time, you step out feeling as confident as ever. Just as you exit the stall, you hear the worst blood curdling scream of your entire life. You look over to your right and see that asshole from early and that guy with the really nice axe murder costume. Your eyes have to be deceiving you! One of their legs is completely severed, blood dripping from the stub left behind. Slash marks, deep and crooked, adorn their arms and remaining leg. They Look as if their limbs could snap off at the slightest breeze. They cry and groan as they reach out to you. Following their eyes the crazed murder shifts his eyes to you. Their weapon of choice freezing in their hands mid swing. Their victim continues to moan in pain and crawl away, begging and pleading for someone to save them. But…you just laugh.

“I see what you're trynna do here, and it ain’t workin’. Your costume is good but it isn’t better than mine. Assholes,” the last part is mumbled under your breath as you walk away. Even though you presented yourself in this prideful manner, you can’t help the feeling of disappointment that bubbles inside you. You tried really hard this year, let’s just hope that everyone else thinks you did too.

CHOP

Finally. Holding up the severed head he smiles, crooked and eerie. The bitch wouldn’t stop screaming, but at least he gets to see the look of fear in their face forever.

“Hey! What the hell’re you doing!?” hm? Turning around he sees the manager from earlier, standing before him with wide eyes filled with shock and anger. He can’t have his plans be ruined by a little slip up! He didn’t mean to act so impulsive but he couldn’t help. Nobody talks to you like that; not if he had something to do about it. Swinging his weapon of choice up on his shoulder, he’s about to take a step before he’s interrupted.

“Didn't I tell you guys to keep all spare props in bags because of the fake blood?! It gets everywhere and I’m the one who has to clean it up!” They shoved him to the side before grabbing a large trash bag from the cart they lugged behind them; simultaneously grabbing a mop and bucket. Continue to grumble about how “they don’t get paid enough for this” and “all the newbies are irresponsible”. But hey, free disposal.

“Sh, sh it’s okay; it was never your fault,” you tried comforting her but to no luck. All she can see is red as the burning hot tears streaming from her eyes ruin the makeup she spent so long on

“Okay?! It’s not okay (Y/N)! He said he was stuck in traffic all the while he was toungin’ down some bitch in a slutty cat costume. Very unoriginal btw!” You try to keep your giggle in for her sake. You kept trying to tell her this idiot wasn’t any good for years but nooo “the dick was too good to let go,” and apparently, someone else thought so too. Her weeping continues before she builds up the courage to speak again.

“All I wanna do is go home; fuck this competition,” you smile seeing her personality shine through her sadness just a little.

“Yea, fuck this competition,”sure you’re sad about to being able to participate this year, but with your best friend in distress and a serial killer on the loose, you can’t help but to think that maybe you could wait until next year. Ordering the Uber, you suggest that before it gets here, you should check in with your teacher first. Of course you don’t have his number and you're sure your other classmates are not worried about their phones unless they’re snapping pics and recording for their stories . You send them a quick text to your classes group chat and look for the exit.

“He really is a dick, you don’t need him,”

“Yea, I know. Besides, maybe that axe guy will take care of him for me,” she giggles but you don’t find it funny at all.

“What?”

“Yea, I saw him outta the corner of my eye when I walked in on he who shall not be named about to fuck that other girl,” she rolls her eyes and continues walking but you remain stationary.

“You gotta be joking,“ she turns around and gives you a quizzical look so you continue further.

“He and another dickhead I bumped into put on this whole show to get me to drop outta the contest. Lost limbs, fake blood and everything. I don’t know what his problem is, but he needs to leave me the fuck alone before I get the manager, on some Karen shit”

“Now that I think about it, he has been high-tailing us ever since we’ve got here,” she freezes before looking at you dead on. She wipes away the tear stains and brushes her nose against her sleeve before scanning the area.

“You don’t think it’s Kee-,”

“No! Don’t. It’s not him. It couldn’t be,” she holds up her hands in defense before pulling you along to get the hell up outta here. It goes dead silent, tension filling the air. It couldn't be him! It’s just some rando whos jealous of your skill! But…your mind was just playing tricks on you. That feeling of paranoia started to rise again and the flashbacks felt like they were hitting you in waves. She saw this and decided to speak up before it got worse.

“Hey, I’m sorry for bringing it up. I really didn’t mean to-,” this time it’s your turn to cut her off. You offer her a light smile and hold her hand in yours before squeezing.

“It’s alright. Besides, who needs men anyways. You’re all I need,” she gives you an even brighter one, her usual self returning, before squeezing just as hard, laying her head on your shoulder while you walk.

“Yea, fuck men,” you two laugh in sync before changing the conversation to what you’ll do when you get home; maybe a Horror movie marathon and some junk food will cheer you up. Who cares, the night has just begun for you and there’s no way anything was gonna ruin it.

Watching you walk away a gloved hand slams into a tree. Dammit! You won’t get away so easily. You’re his. Nobody else’s. He’ll make sure of it. Starting with her.

Hello everyone!!!! Hope you enjoyed the first part of my Halloween special. I’m breaking this down into 3 parts because I’m afraid people will think it’s too long if I put the whole thing on tumblr. I will be making an Ao3 and the whole fic will be posted without any split up. When it’s created and up I’ll let you know. Hope you enjoyed Loves!!! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎.

-Love, Sosa❤️

[molemanninethousand]

Resuming with commentary posts on my battles, am I, now? Why, yes; yes, I am.

The decision to make this video in the form and format in which it now exists came very sporadically in a sudden stroke of inspiration following roughly a year of inactivity from MERB, after which it was immediately and rapidly produced. As of MERB #51, the next battle was intended to simply be Petyr Baelish Vs. Bigfoot, which had been part of long-term plans for years beforehand as evidenced by the cryptid's silhouette teased among other characters at the end of MERB #42. The idea was amusing enough on paper, but come time to actually make the battle, I found Bigfoot exceedingly difficult to work with as a figure, leading me to keep putting off on writing it, and by July of 2022, the amount of time that had passed without a battle from me was well-past the point where the initial concept for MERB #52 wouldn't have cut it as a hiatus-breaker.

As such, I revamped plans while still refusing to outright go back on the in-video promises of both Littlefinger and Bigfoot, using V.V. Argost from The Secret Saturdays as a more specific and less nebulously-defined version of the latter while formatting the video as a meta-commentary on my own poor scheduling, using it to establish a roadmap going forward and adding additional characters whom I was interested in using yet had no solid conventional matchups for (or whose would-be matchups would be incompatible with others I was now planning in one particular case). The first MERB News is something of a pet personal favorite among my older videos, after all.

I remain extremely grateful to Justin Mike Buckner, now known as Mr. Jay, for playing Joseph Smith here in what is definitely a solid candidate for the single best verse in my entire series, partially on account of its unrivaled length but definitely solidified by his performance. Skeep Tieel as the Crypt-Keeper is another highlight in this lineup, and Finn McCool as Argost warrants mention as well in terms of vocal talent from fellow YouTubers here. Even though he's only a cameo in this, it was also cool to have Yobar in an actual completed video after his MERB debut as Nom Anor in Sonic Vs. Star Wars ended up being relegated to audio-only status.

As stated in its outro, every character I had planned to use in the seven battles announced through this video is hinted at in its lyrics; this is no longer the case, but only on account of plans being expanded to include two more battles, with the "season" (which has occupied half the time my series has existed at this point, I know) currently intended to end at #60.

I'm well-aware that despite it serving as an announcement of a major return my quantity of output since this video has remained severely wanting, which I'll admit has had to do with me relapsing into investment in cartoon girls being [REDACTED]. As of this posting, here's hoping once more to pick up the pace going forward, and that the resumption of my activity here on Tumblr will help keep me motivated in that regard...

[turnstileskyline]

sprry i promise in going to skeep i just had a panic attack thats all but im ok now

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

Boyfriend(Cam) and Girlfriend(Ashley) baking a cake

Girlfriend(Ashely): Wow Cam, the cake is going great.

Boyfriend(Cam): Beep bop! ( Thanks Ash!)

Girlfriend(Ashley): Your Sister is gonna love the cake we made for her.

Boyfriend(Cam): Beep skeep bo bop! ( Yeah, Say GF, Should we also make brownies for Pico and the Shrugfriend duo too?)

Girlfriend(Ashley): Yeah, I just started making them right now, you wanna add m&m's into the brownies?

Boyfriend(Cam): Yeah!

Girlfriend(Ashely): Alright then!