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Eddie x Pencils - 🎃 Halloween 🎃one shot

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Summary: pretty much what it says on the tin. Halloween one shot with our dearest Eddie x Pencils. Enjoy. Pure fluff. A tiny suggestion of smut at the end. Inspired by this lovely photo set & this prompt post that got me off my ass to write again.

Also another shoutout to the gorgeous @tvserie-s-world who made this amazing Eddie x Pencils edit that I’m still gooey over. 🖤

“So, what brings you to my dark and creepy neck of the woods?”Came a cocky taunt as soon as the trailer door swung open after your knock.

It’s usual rusty-screeching melody preceding its occupants flirty remark. The sound of the Smiths comes slithering out the creaking door behind him. The tape you bought that got lost in the avalanche of both your cassettes that slide and slip, congregate on his passenger seat.

He will not smile for anyone. And pretty girls make graves.

The lanky shadow of your boyfriend cuts across the warm yellow glow of the lights that slant out the doorway behind him. His costume makes you grin. Sheer moronic love.

You stood halfway up the steps. Candles flickering and throwing dozy pools orange in Jack-o-lanterns across the toes of your boots. They’re all wonky and have imperfect slanted mouths and jagged eyes. Loping together on the uneven porch steps. Fat orange gourds all drunk with gravity.

The very same pumpkins you’d helped him carve a week ago, after a misty morning weekend trip to Merill’s pumpkin farm. Eddie had the rather dastardly and determined habit of choosing pumpkins bigger and heavier than his actual van tires. You ended up with so many.

Your kitchen has smelt like squelchy pumpkin innards all week. You’re still finding seeds cropping up under the toaster or in the corner of the cabinets. As per Eddie’s way with most things, It wasn’t exactly a neat process.

You can’t help but laugh at his greeting too.

“I distinctly remember making plans to invade the spooky neck of your woods tonight, my little death trap.” You smile as you edge your way up the sloping steps. Holding a huge pumpkin shaped bucket of candy in your arms. The contents rustle as you move.

Everyone’s touting pumpkin buckets tonight. Driving in and even on the street back home, you saw a load of elementary kids walking around the park in their costumes. Ghosts in bedsheets. Aliens. Bats. One very ambitious papier maché pumpkin. Superhero’s. Clowns. Home made astronauts clad in crinkly tin foil and bulbous helmets. All wandering with an adult in tow and buckets clutched in their hands, ready to be filled.

You opted for a simple witch costume. Stripy tights and your dark thrifted docs. A black dress with a little cape tied around your shoulders and a witches hat. You applied dark purple-plum lipstick and dark smudgey grey eyeshadow, and liner. Your eyelids glitter like purple constellations. He finds stars to gaze at so often in those pretty eyes.

Eddie had gone for an Alice Cooper inspired look. Top hat. The dripping dark eye makeup that you’re amazed he managed all on his own. Hair it’s usual long rocker mess. Gothic black and lots of it. A huge goth belt with studs and buckles. You spy a cane grasped by his side too. A fake toy snake looped around his neck. Just like the man himself. He really does go all out.

The fringe benefit being he looks hot as hell to your eyes.

“You’ve got me under your spell, O’ bewitching one. How could I possibly resist.” He opened his arms out to you as you came to the last step.

“Bet you say that to every witch who shows up at your door on hallows eve.” You smile. Unashamedly grab the snake that’s looped around his neck and reel him in by it.

“Only ones who bought me jolly ranchers.” He preens. He can see the multi coloured hue of the wrapped candy in the huge bowl you’re carrying.

At the same time, he plucks the flimsy pointed witches hat off your head so the brim doesn’t get in his way. You unconsciously move towards the same goal together. It’s spooky. Sometimes it’s like you have the same brain. You’re one entity mashed together in a frenzy of melding hearts, music mania and relentless adolescent infatuation.

He lopes forwards and gladly slots his slanting smirk onto yours. Tasting of orange sweet candy corn and beer. His thumb and forefinger meet on your chin. Your hand slid for his neck. Fingertips along his jaw as you share a giddying kiss. You mouth at the plushness of his lips. He does the same to you.

You pull back before he makes you swoon dangerously down these steps. His kiss should come with a warning sign; dangerously addictive metal head. May possess body and soul.

You can tell already that you’ll have to wave goodbye to this lipstick. It’s now smeared all around your mouth and most of his. Now he looks like Alice Cooper doing nine to ten in Arkham Asylum.

“Hello.” You beam. Rubbing smudged purple off his lips. Vamptastic Plum the colour name.

“Hi.” He smirks like a lunatic. End of his nose rubbing into yours where he gazes at you.

He does it a lot. It’s honestly so lovesick you should be kinda nauseated.

When you’re studying. Watching a movie. Eating popcorn or pizza. Every now and again he’ll just rest his chin in his hand and smile all warm and stupid at you. Cheeks bunched and crows feet at his eyes. Even when you have paint flecked across your forehead. Or pizza cheese slung in a string across your chin. Or when you’re frowning at your fingers when you smear your nail drying polish. He loves watching you just be near him.

It always ends the same way. You’ll feel his eyes burning their fond cinnamon gaze into you. You’ll turn and meet his eyes. And that smile lopes even wider. He’ll loop a pinky though yours and kiss the back of your hand. Or your forehead.

“Permission to enter your lair?” You seek.

“Thought only vamps had to ask permission to come in?” He flirts with you. Eyes on your mouth again. Your lips all kiss bruised makes him ache. In fact, makes another sort of serpent twitch in his jeans.

“Misdirection. I am actually a vampire. The witch outfit is a clever disguise to work my cunning way into unsuspecting trailers.” You raise your brows naughtily.

He grins. “Clever subterfuge.”

He slips aside from the door to let you come in. Another kiss pressed to your lips before he lets you sidle on past him. He hangs your witches hat on the coat rack with his spare jacket and Wayne’s denim.

“Need me to park your broom?” He jests.

“Left it in the car with my black cat. You’re safe.”

“How many more witchy jokes could we stretch this out too?”

“I reckon I’ve a few left knocking around…” you guess. Placing the bucket of candy on the kitchen counter. Hopefully Eddie doesn’t pilfer the whole lot before Wayne’s home. You hope he leaves his uncle a treat or two. And doesn’t scarf the lot like a damn seagull.

This trailer hugs you any time you enter. You thought that when you and Eddie started dating. And you still think it now. Capital H home. This place. Filled with his and Wayne’s memorabilia. And a few more other things tonight;

You haven’t seen your boyfriend as much of late. He’s been out hitting the teenage party circuits with his metal lunchbox. Making a healthy chunk of change by the looks of it. He’s strung up plenty of decorations to help pep this place up with Halloween spirit.

There’s pumpkin paper garlands arced in loops up high. Orange and black twisting streamers over the mug shelves. Fake rubbery bats hanging down from the kitchen island cupboards. Dancing skeletons hanging on the little spare space the walls have to offer. The coffee table is cleared of its usual junk and absolutely heaped in candy and snacks.

Butterfingers. Butter popcorn. Pretzels. Red vines. Cheez balls. Mallomars. All of which happen to be your favourites. He has two cold beers side by side. And a fat tight joint sits waiting in the ashtray too.

He’s even bought those fake filmy cobwebs to spread in a few places with fake plastic spiders - to join in with the real ones dusted around in forgotten corners.

All your tensions melt down right to your toes. All is right with the world. Halloween night. No school tomorrow. And Eddie. And a whole uninterrupted night of movies and bliss. You’ve lost count of the amount of times a movie night has ended up getting dirty on his couch. Tape flicking to the end whilst you’re attached lip to lip with wandering hands.

You sigh gladly as you stand to toe off your shoes. Putting them aside. Heat slides into your stomach all squirly and scorching as he stands from behind you and his hand reach around and skilfully undo the cape around your shoulders.

“Let’s get you comfy my temptress of the night. Beer?” He seeks. Throwing your cape over his shoulder. It lands nowhere even near the coat rack.

“Yes please my lovable nightmare.” You sass. You walk over to the couch. Spying an absolute mound of VHS’s ready to go by the TV. The colour seemed to dip in and out sometimes. The set was old. Eddie had to whack the side sometimes to get it to behave. You find it more endearing than a set that worked seamlessly.

You pluck pieces of popcorn out the bowl and throw them onto your tongue. Crunch them down as you sit with your knees tucked under you.

Eddie kills the music and slings himself down next to you on the lumpy couch. Frame squeaking and rattling as he settles.

“Damn. You got a great selection, Munson. What did you do, bribe Harrington with your soul to score all this?” You remark as you peer at the videos on the coffee table.

1941 Wolfman. Christopher Lee’s Dracula. The Fog. Halloween. House on Haunted Hill. And Friday the 13th. You loved old school movies as much as he did. The old swelling suspense of a good black and white.

“Nothin major. Just a little selling of my body and charms. Deviant sexual acts. Just so you know I’ll have raw knees for a month.”

“Mm you filthy slut.” You hush. Impressed.

“Finest slut in the Midwest.”

“So I’ve heard.” You grin. Leaning in to kiss him. Seemed too infeasible not too. He cups the back of your head as you do. Keeping you close as he dares. Sweet kiss like icing sugar dusted across your lips.

He makes a small ‘mmm’ noise before you pull back.

“Besides. I consider The Fog a film that makes me think fondly of our very early courtship.” He remarks.

Snoopy bed shorts. A tin of Campbells. His lunatic escapades of climbing in your window late at night.

“And, well, only the best for you, Pencils.” He grins.

You tilt your head. A sigh caught in your throat.

“You must’ve busted your ass to get all this. You didn’t need too. You know I don’t need all this. I’m happy just to watch crappy reruns with you and order a pizza.” You tell him.

Concerned about the cash he would’ve laid out for tonight. The decor. The snacks. The primo shit from Rick. All must’ve cost a pretty penny.

“You’re worth every damn cent. When you’re dating a spooky awesome girl you gotta put in the ultimate spooky effort.” He tells you. Gripping his beer bottle and leaning back.

You clink your beer bottle to his.

“Please tell me you overcharged those meathead jocks for your product.”

“…. And then some.” He winks.

That’s my boy. You couldn’t be more proud.

“I’ll drink to that.” You murmur. Taking a pull on your cold beer. Cool heaven sliding down your throat.

“Thanks to Tina’s party last week, I mean, man, I scored big time. So many stoners invited. Walk in the park.” He smiled.

That deserved a kiss. Which you gladly give.

“Kinda love you for that.” You suppose. But there were no two ways about it - you were completly head over heels for him.

“Good to know.” He supplies. Hand rubbing your back.

“We better put a video on before I maul you.” You threaten with a great deal of flirt. Dragging your purple painted fingernails down the front of his top.

“Mmm kinky.” He grins. Leaning over to press a spitty kiss to your cheek. Before diving for the pile of VHS.

“Ok, roughly how long do you wanna argue about which one we watch first?” He seeks.

You narrow your eyes. Taking a sip back of your beer. “Depends if I win or not.” You look at him all cunning.

“House on haunted hill?” He bargains. Crouching and pointing the VHS at you.

“Don’t point that thing at me.” You smile. Stealing another handful of popcorn. Eating it with a grin.

Let the bickering commence…

The credits rolled to your third film of the night. Halloween the 1978 original. Orange twinkle lights flicker in the warm yellow lights near the kitchen. The rest of the trailer in dozy darkness. The sounds of kids trick or treating and laughing, batter against the trailer side in the night air.

You magnanimously let him pick the film. Maybe you’re growing soft in your old age.

This found you and Eddie slumped down together on the ratty couch. Limbs tangled. Joint smouldering in the ashtray. Verdant smoke in the air. Beer bottles empty. Only popcorn kernels left in the bottom of the bowl. The snacks had been pilfered and pinched at your leisure.

Eddie was pressed down onto you like a lanky weighted blanket. Snoozing happily with a belly full of beer and cheez balls. Socked feet hanging off the end of the couch. Hands slung all over you like a gangly octopus. He’s currently letting out content little breathy snores with his head cushioned against your boobs. A little spit of drool by the side of his mouth.

He’d nodded off sometime around Michael Myers fifth victim with the boyfriend and the blonde pigtails. You’d been carding your fingers through his hair. Scratching his scalp. Made his eyes flick back in his head.

You swear he was one step away from twitching his foot in contentment like a canine at the work of your hands. Made his brain short circuit.

More so when he was on Indica. Just the kinda hit he needed for a slow sleepy and spooky night in. You can’t deny you’re fighting the effects of it yourself.

A couple of puffs. Eyelids drowsy. Your limbs feeling like cotton stuffed pillows. Indolent and slow. And now you’ve got your perfect metal head keeping you pressed down.

“Guess the party circuit wiped you for six, huh babe?” You smile. Thumbing his cheek. He mumbled something incomprehensible.

You shift your leg up. Which tumbles his knee more into your lap. He snuffled. Nuzzling his head further onto you. His breath was all sugary red vines, and fruity weed.

You kept on stroking his hair. Leaning forward to nuzzle a kiss to the crown of his messy hair. Apple shampoo and that lost tang of American spirits.

“Edward?” You ask.

You get a sleepy, sticky gurgle from him.

“I’ve got a really nice bra and panties set on under this dress, y’know.” You whisper at him.

Another mumble. You smile and rest your cheek on his warm head.

“You’ll have to let me move to put the next movie in, babe.” You tell.

“No. S’comfy.”

Then you hear him grumble. “Boobs.”

“Great boobs.”

You chuckle. Honestly.

“Knock yourself out. Munson. You smile.

Shifting down to let sleep come and gently take you too.

“Oh, and Happy Halloween.” You add. Letting your eyes close. Letting the static at the end of the video ebb you softly into dreams. Along with the sound of wind kindly rattling the roof. Brushing along the walls outside. All the trick or treaters have been coerced indoors. Safe inside with their candy spoils.

Much later on. You hear the rustle of clothes and feel the heat of his breath. The warmth of his limbs leeches off you when he moves. Coldness sneaks in.

You wake with bleary-sticky eyes to those brown ones staring back at you. Cheeks all flushed. The tell-tale sign of a tented zipper bursting at his crotch.

That dripping eye make up looks smeared and downright dangerous. He looks absolutely ravishing and you suddenly shake off your tiredness to see him looking so good like this.

“You said something about a bra, Pencils…” he smiles. “Be a shame not to show it off now-“ He beams. Waggles his brows.

“Heard that did you?” Your brow crooks.

Happy Halloween, indeed.

This is for everyone; but especially for @tvserie-s-world @lunatictardis @heyndrix @callmeloverr @joequinnswhore @atabigail @thewrathoffemalerage @lurkingprincess @songforeddiemunson @palomahasenteredthechat @babybluebex

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altocat · 4 months ago

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In a way to celebrate the spooky season, what little decorations would Angeal, Sephiroth, Genesis and Zack would put on their desks and doors? Let's add Lazard too!

Angeal: He fills a big plastic pumpkin with candy and lets the troopers take their fill whenever they pass by. Though he reminds them to continue to stay in shape!

Genesis: Gothic curtains, candles, and general vampiric imagery. He's gone full Anne Rice. And is loving every minute.

Zack: Googly-eyed bats, spiders, and ghosts. He has some glow in the dark creepy crawlies too. It mostly just looks like a kindergarten art project.

Sephiroth: Nothing except for a single (1) tiny plastic bat on top of his computer. Sephiroth is a grouch. But the bat was a gift from Zack.

Lazard: Five assorted bottles of ibuprofen.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephcanons #crisis core #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #asks #angeal hewley #zack fair #lazard deusericus #final fantasy vii #AGS #ASGZ

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adriwatchestoku · 19 hours ago

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Gavv ep9

Kamen Rider buddy decided she wants to lay in front of my second monitor today so here she is

I can and I will make you look at her every time I post these

Ooh, Halloween episode!

Shouma is still too cute. Adorable baby in pumpkin costume, and is that a gochizo dressed up like a bat ghost? If it was that would be so cute

"FREE CANDY??? HALLOWEEN IS GREAT" I mean there's a reason it's my wedding anniversary and it's not just because I'm spooky, shut up

Is Shouma going trick or treating? On his own? Sweetie… let Sachika take you the first time so you know the rules

hmmmmmm. monsters by a tunnel.

the circle lenses that the actors use for the stomach family is just. a really good design choice. "it's the only reason you like nyelv's design so much" SHUT UP

I haven't mentioned before that Shiita and Jeebh's designs are fascinating to me because of the fact that Shiita's outfit has a lot more "masculine" while Jeebh's is "feminine." Like, I'm pretty certain Shiita's top is what the YoRHa Type-51 Robe of Casting looks like on male characters in ffxiv, and Jeebh's outfit is a dress? I believe? I love it. Gothic lolita twins.

But there is something about Nyelv's design that makes my brain slide sideways and I don't know why

I like how they added Valen to the op. just a little thing but fighting next to Gavv? Perfect

GOD I might like the song that plays over this but it has a sound like someone entering a discord call and I have to keep looking over to make sure I'm not in a voice channel

Oh Shouma, you're too "old" (read: PEOPLE ARE FUCKING COWARDS ABOUT TRICK OR TREAT) for this

you're adorable, Shouma. You shouldn't be allowed to trick or treat without Sachika to teach you the rules

Hanto, you're not exactly threatening, but……… you might want to get a different coat if you're going to talk to kids. I think that'll go a long way

Again, when Hanto thinks he's very smart and can come to some very good conclusions. But the first step is actually thinking

Hanto's actor's eyes are often so red and irritated, it's distracting. Sleep, my dude

"I want to be an idol" whoo buddy that's a dream, and in a very tough industry.

I know I mentioned before that the strong visual identity made Hanto stand out, and it's really obvious when Hanto's talking to this girl. Everything is bright and bold, and he's wearing a lot of muted colours

Oh I relate too hard "I'm not good so I should just quit."

Yes I do realize Hanto's wearing a new jacket and yes I do find it funny I said that earlier

Shouma you dork. Silly, silly boy

seriously what is the food:gochizo ratio?

Hanto.

This is what happens when you don't think

Tho lbr it would have been shady no matter what with the sunglasses and the way he had his coat wrapped around him

but still

okay this poor guy needs to not follow his student and find the nearest toilet to hole up in. My sympathies, my dude

"I didn't think you'd be the one to track me down" Hanto actually has a very smart brain up there, he just had to remember to use it.

the twins are so much fun to watch

Hm, Valen's fighting style is very… brawler, street fighting, whatever goes, isn't it?

Reminds me a little bit of Birth's style, but Birth's was more like, pro wrestling and Valen's is more like… unrefined?

OH I LIKE THE MECHA DESIGN OF THIS SUIT

okay gochizo little dudes stop being the fucking cutest thing on the planet I need to stop smiling before my cheeks hurt

I love this show

#kamen rider gavv #episode recap

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pearlypairings · 3 months ago

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November Writing Goal :) 400 words/day

Day 14:

I was feeling v stuck today with my wips and barely putting a sentence together. Miss Losty (@1lostsoul0fishbowl) encouraged me to do a writing exercise instead and I used a prompt list made by schoolofplot from Instagram (schoolofplot.com) as inspo:

I picked day 16's prompt and went with a minor character in There is a Light that Never Goes Out and Let the Light In, Eric who works at The Hawk with Jonathan.

Wrote over 500 words and clearly unstuck myself (thank you all-knowing losty). Here's my unedited/not proof read snippet for the exercise:

There was one thing Eric knew better than anybody else at The Hawk: the one, the lonely, the cynic Jonathan Byers.

And he was proud of that seemingly impossible feat.

Jonathan moped and mopped, he mostly kept to himself as he worked diligently to whatever ends their manager requested. Which was total bullshit by the way. Everyone knows their first job as a teenager is supposed to be easy peasy ladies-please-me. His coworker worried him with how serious he took this menial job.

But after a year of working together, Eric had broken through the weird gothic books and all the melancholy music and ultra-focused facade into the real brick and mortar that made up Byers. He had seen him SMILE, laugh even!

There was a real dude underneath all that loner armor, because Eric had seen him flirting with Hawkins High’s It Girl, Chrissy Cunningham. At first, he thought maybe he was having a fever dream or maybe one too many shifts in a row. But no, sweet little cheerleader Chrissy was leaning over the concession counter for a hush conversation with his quiet friend.

That was certifiable per any popular kid’s understanding of the world, but Eric always believed Jonathan had it in him.

Though that mysterious conversation was months ago, Jonathan hadn’t offered much of an explanation except a few witty retorts and hints of more smiling (could he be more obvious?). Despite his best efforts, Jonathan was terrible at keeping secrets from him.

OH. He needed the theater to himself and an alibi? Sure, definitely nothing to do with the newly single most eligible seniorette.

Hmmm, he’s making eyes at the gaggle of cheerleaders and their popcorns. Totally a coincidence Chrissy is batting her eyelashes at him in morse code.

But today? Today Eric couldn’t pretend to ignore the very real affair Jonathan had been poorly hiding. It was too obvious—he was slacking off on his responsibilities. The broom sat in the corner untouched with the tile floor collecting popcorn like a magnet. His rag hung over the lips of the sliding door to the candy, bone-dry, while the counter screamed with a thick layer of syrupy pop overflow.

There was trouble in paradise if Jonathan Byers wasn’t on his way to being Employee of the Month for the 8000th time in a row. Eric sped through the ticket line post-haste for the sake of his friend (even mumbling through a sale for two of the hottest chicks in the junior class, a waste of an opportunity not to charm them). After the last two groups of ticket sales, there’d be a lull between movies and he could finally meander his way to Jonathan without any more demerits from their manager*.

Jonathan handed over the last Coke and nachos like he was offering the customer his last kidney, his face sullen and barely recognizable from the more encouraging guy he’d seen the past few weeks. Closing the register, Byers looked totally checked out as he stared off at the ceiling.

Eric locked his register and cubby, before hopping over the booth counter toward his dearly depressed friend.

“Byers! What’s going on man?” he greeted him, tapping the counter. “You look like my grandma tried to kiss you.”

Humor. Humor was the key to all breakups, rejections, and screwups. Eric would know. He was no stranger to the last two.

#november writing goal #met again :)#writing exercise #plotober prompt #eric makes a comeback!#fans of TIAL and LtLi #I found this fun lol #motivation #wip goals #writing goals

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jessicafangirl · 5 months ago

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Creatures of the Night

I got this inspiration of what would happen if Papa Copia decided to take his little ghoulians out for trick or treat on Halloween. It's fluffy wuffy goodness and I will take every opportunity to put Copia into a cape. So...there. Yes, I'm still working on my main Ghost fic, but this wouldn't stop poking at my brain. Enjoy a meet cute and cute ghoulies.

Halloween was always a special time of year for the Ministry. It started early of course because the spirit was in full swing.

Papa Emeritus IV loved this holiday as did all the previous Papa's, perhaps more than most. He was a dyed in the blood horror movie fan and seeing all the creature feature marathons, the ghouls and goblins up and down the city streets, and the excited faces of the siblings as they decorated always made him happy.

But what was one of his favorite parts of the holiday was being the chaperone for the youngsters of the church and the young ghoulians who were always excited to get outside without having to hide their faces. Their masks were the lack of them, and they were adorable with their tiny fangs and bright eyes.

Now as Papa he didn't know if he'd get to this part of the tradition as he had more work on his plate and a now famous visage in face paint across the world. But Copia had a plan...and he was Papa, wasn't he? He could make, what was it...an executive decision.

Though Sister wasn't thrilled with the idea (You're taking two of the grown ghouls with you Cardi!) Copia came up with a similar form of camouflage as the ghoulians...his lack of his mask would be his disguise.

Although he was rather proud of the fact so many of his fans and followers dolled themselves up in his paints during the holiday, he didn't want to risk being recognized. Not that he didn't love his fans etc. but it was about the kiddos, and he selfishly wanted to watch their fun first hand. So Copia dug into his closet and found his cape. He dressed in his tight (maybe more so that day) black dress pants, donned a black frilly shirt from the tour and went full on vampire with his makeup, adding a dramatic little line of blood coming from the corner of his mouth. The design he created was one similar to his old Cardinal paints with a bit more bat involved.

"Blah!" he said to the vampire in the mirror...which wouldn't make him much of a vampire come to think of it, "Ehehhehe...this works". With the gloves his look was complete. He'd even added a bit of black to his hair, not that the grey and silver peppering wasn't sexy and distinguished in its own right. But the black added to the whole vampire mystique and his alter ego. And well...just his ego.

The night of trick or treating came. Copia and his group of two adult ghouls, 3 young human children and 3 little ghoulians walked through the leaf covered streets of the small town outside of the Abbey. It was a crisp night with Halloween decorations all around and the laughing voices of children and those who still felt like they were children in the air. Woodsmoke from chimneys mixed with the breeze as twilight fell way to the full velvet of night. Copia was, for lack of a better word, in his version of heaven.

There was a small-town square area where vendors had set up kettle corn, apple cider, and apple cider doughnuts for sale. The children, who had already filled their skull shaped buckets full of candy, were begging Copia for some of the food. Copia was a soft touch if ever there was one, and even though one of the adult ghouls was shaking their head, Copia quickly gave each of his charges five dollars to go splurge. He turned to the ghoul. “I’m Papa, it’s my job to spoil them.”

Even though all the eyes of the chaperones were on the little trick or treaters, ghoulians were quick and notoriously curious about the human world. As such, one of them got separated from the group. The little girl ghoul was dressed like a gothic ballerina, a lacy black tutu and black crystal tiara in her hair. Her skin was light grey, and her teeth were sharper than a normal little girls. With her long black eyelashes she looked like a beautiful vampiric fairy.

The little ghoul found her way over to another small group of human children. Two adult women stood with the kids, one dressed like a pink princess and the other far more in the spirit of what the little ghoul was wearing. Black lace, pale make up, and dangling bat earrings.

It was the woman dressed in black lace that saw the little ghoul first, the telltale powdered sugar of doughnuts standing out on her black dress and tutu. The little girl looked lost, her big dark eyes searching around and getting glossy with near tears.

“Hey Valerie, I’ll catch up with you guys…I think this little girl is lost.” She called to her friend who was the actual mom of half the kids, the rest school mates who had found them.

Valerie nodded her blonde head, nearly knocking her own tiara off. “Oh, okay…hey call me if you need help Kris.”

Kris gave her a thumbs up and walked over to the little ghoul. “Hey kiddo…are you okay?” She asked her.

The little ghoulie chewed on her lower lip with her sharp teeth. She didn’t know where Papa or the others were but maybe this sister could help her. Concentrating she managed to whisper out “Lost…”

Kris felt that tiny word right in her heart. The poor kid. “Okay, I’m going to help you find your folks, alright?”

The little ghoul nodded. The lady held out her hand and the little one placed her small grey fingers into it.

“Did you go to the food trucks?” She asked her, pointing to the sugar on the front of her clothes. The ghoulian nodded.

“Alright, lets start there.” Kris headed in that direction, the little ghoul in tow who now felt a little better.

At that moment though, Papa Emeritus IV was feeling nowhere near better. He and his ghouls had realized they were short one child and were frantic. Copia knew Sister would have his hide quite literally if they couldn’t find the little one without some additional help. He and the two adult ghouls split up, each taking a couple of the kids with them to ensure no others were missing in action.

After a search that went nowhere Copia and his charges returned back to the food area, only hoping that the ghouls would do better. The little human and ghoul who were with him could tell their Papa was sad and they were worried about their friend too. Each of them reached into their buckets and pulled out one of the best pieces of candy they could find and offered it to Copia with big eyes. “Here Papa,” the little boy who was dressed as a skeleton said. “Candy always makes me feel better.”

Copia gave his tiny tesoro’s a sad smile. “Grazie but I will not take your candy. You earned those dolci. Your Pappa is not deserving of it.”

They both pouted at him, the little ghoulian in his knight costume looking at his skeleton companion and nearly starting to cry. Copia wouldn’t be able to keep it together if both of these children started crying. He’d end up crying too. Some creature of the night he was. Some Papa. Before he could spiral into a full-on depression and an anxiety attack though a little voice cried out “Papa!”

Copia looked up and saw his missing charge running towards him dragging a lovely gothic vision behind her. They could have been sisters or mother and daughter in their black lace finery. Copia stood up just as the little gothic ballerina with the sharp teeth barreled into him and wrapped her arms around his leg.

“Piccola principessa!” Copia exclaimed kneeling down and wrapping his arms around her. “You gave us all such a fright.” He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“Sowwy Papa.” She muttered, glancing at the ground with guilty eyes.

Copia released her from his hug but kept hold of her hand. “It’s okay little one…just stay with me si? It’s a pretty night with lots of things to look at and explore, but not alone.”

The ballerina nodded and kept hold of his hand. She leaned close and whispered softly “I wasn’t alone for long Papa…this sorella helped me.” Copia stood up and met the smiling, painted pale face of the woman who had saved the night for him. “Dolce signora…I cannot thank you enough.” He said meeting the kind gaze that watched the reunion.

Kris smiled. “It was my pleasure, I’m glad to reunite her with her dad.”

Copia’s eyes widened. “Oh…no no….I’m…I’m not her father but I am her guardian.” He cleared his throat a look of embarrassment crossing his face. “I’m not doing a great job of it tonight.”

Kris looked confused for a moment after hearing the name Papa being called but didn’t push it. “Don’t feel too bad.” She told the handsome vampire. “I had a group of kids I was helping with and it’s like herding cats who have all snorted ether.”

Copia laughed at the image she’d just created, realizing it was every bit true. “Well signoria...”

“Kris, nice to meet you.” She held out a black nail polished hand for him to shake.

The Papa took the proffered hand and instead placed a kiss against her chilled knuckles. “Copia Emeritus.” He replied.

She felt a shiver run up her spine as she looked into his mismatched eyes. It was quite the effect but somehow she didn’t think that was a contact lens causing him to have that pale eye. “Well Mr. Emeritus…”

“Just Copia please.” He told her and released her fingers.

“Copia,” Kris gave him a smile, “Like I said, don’t beat yourself up too much. It’s a relatively safe town, even on Halloween.”

The little ghoulian held his hand and Copia was still feeling the anxiety at thinking she was gone though it was slowly dropping. “Si, I know it is but all the same…I truly thank you for bringing her back to me safely.” The Papa paused for a moment. This kind sorella had truly done him a service this night. He felt an obligation as well as a desire to repay it. “Kris…if you…well if you ever need assistance please don’t hesitate to ask. You can find me at the Abbey there on the hill.”

Kris’s hazel eyes widened. “Oh the mystery church?”

Copia let out a nervous chuckle. “Si, si…the mystery church.”

“All the rumors about that place.” She glanced up at the hillside where it stood like a gothic Hogwarts. She looked back at the kind eyed vampire. “I’ve heard some great music coming out of there though.”

He kept his face neutral as he asked “What…what rumors have you heard?”

She shook her head. “Oh I don’t put that much stock in it. I’ve seen some of the good things you all do, the food drives, the soup kitchens, the charity for battered women and children. I mean…that’s what a church should be doing. So again…don’t worry about repaying me finding your little ballerina here…you all do enough.”

Copia felt a warmth in his chest at that remark and even more determination to do something to repay her for what she’d done. He felt a little tug on his hand and glanced down. His ballerina gestured with her tiny fingers for him to come closer. He knelt down and Kris watched as the little girl whispered something into her guardians ear and then placed something in his hand. After whispering a reply he gracefully stood up.

“Well…I shall not let your service go without some reward and nor will my charge here.” He glanced over at the ghoulian who let go of his hand but dutifully took hold of his cape. He turned back to Kris and held out his hand “If you would please.”

Kris raised a brow and with a small smile placed her hand in his. Copia held her hand in his right and with his left placed a red plastic ring in the shape of a vampire bat on her finger. “From we two creatures of the night to another, thank you dolce Kris.” He quickly placed one more kiss on the ringed finger.

Kris beamed at him and his charge, who was smiling up at her too with sharp white teeth. “You are quite welcome fellow dark dwellers.” She said and gave a little curtsy.

It was at that moment that the two other ghouls and their own charges came running up after seeing that Copia had their missing ballerina next to him. The children in tow quickly surrounded the ballerina and started asking her where she’d been.

“Ah, the gangs all here.” Copia said then glanced at her. “I believe we should be heading back. With all the candy and excitement we will be lucky to get them to sleep before dawn.”

Kris nodded “Yeah I think you’re in for a challenge.” She was sad to see them go though. The gallant vampire was interesting and quite the charmer. “I should be finding my own gang.”

“Si, well…farewell principessa della notte.” Copia said, rather reluctant to see her go. “You will always have a safe place when you need it with us.” His expression was serious as he told her this, wanting to make sure she knew the offer was real.

Kris stared into the mismatched eyes surrounded by the black design of a bat. They nearly glowed in the light from the street lamps and hanging lanterns. “Thank you…Count Copia.” She gave him a smile. “You keep your little devils safe.”

Copia’s eyes widened a little at the turn of phrase. “Oh…I shall make sure of that.” He replied, trying not to choke and hearing the full-grown ghouls behind him chuckle.

Kris gave them a wave and turned, heading back to where she expected to find her group. Copia watched her leave, a wistful expression on his face. He felt a tug on his cape and glanced down at his little ballerina with the big dark eyes. “Si piccolo ballerina?”

“I like her.” The ghoulian said in a sibilant whisper.

Copia nodded, glancing back to see the woman in black lace turn a corner and disappear from his view. “Si, so do I.” He replied.

When Kris walked home from her trick or treating adventure after saying goodbye to the kids and Valerie she glanced down at the bat on her finger and smiled. When she came to the door of her apartment she stopped and looked down in surprise, finding a skull-shaped Halloween bucket filled with the really nice candy and a single rose laying across it. She picked up the rose and inhaled the scent and grinned again. Creature of the night indeed.

#the band ghost #ghost #cardinal copia #papa copia #papa emeritus iv #ghost fanfic #copia x female oc #halloween with ghost #Dracopia #anything to get this man in a cape again #halloween with copia is a dream #ghouls #nameless ghouls

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viktorgf · 1 year ago

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OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS— pt. 10

again i’m just doing these for serotonin so no pressure tags hehe @kyber-infinitygems 🩸 @loriane-elmuerto 🩸 @unholymilf 🩸 @bloodofvalyria 🩸 @yrlietlanaevyss 🩸 @ghostfvcker 🩸 @rosayoro 🩸 @roofgeese 🩸 @jendoe 🩸 @bethesdas 🩸 @nadineross 🩸 @risingsh0t 🩸 @pitchmoss 🩸 @teamhawkeye 🩸 and you!

ANIMALS: crows. ravens. bats. wild dogs. goats.

COLORS: red. black. silver.

MONTH: october.

SONGS: pyre— son lux | pleader— alt-j | mary magdalene— fka twigs.

NUMBER: 666.

PLANTS: a wilted rose. venus fly trap. yarrow.

SMELLS: formaldehyde. blood. cherries.

GEMSTONES: obsidian.

TIME OF DAY: witching hour.

SEASON: cold autumn.

PLACES: on top of a cathedral, like a gargoyle. iosefka’s clinic. locked up in a jar with warning labels all over it. a coffin. the french catacombs. the hunter’s dream. in your cracked open ribcage.

FOOD: human viscera.

DRINKS: absinthe. blood. mint juleps.

ELEMENT: earth.

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: gemini.

SEASONINGS: thyme. oregano.

SKY: the new moon.

WEATHER: a cool breeze under a clear sky. cold.

MAGICAL POWER: necromancy.

WEAPONS: scalpel and other surgical instruments. stiletto style finger nails.

SOCIAL MEDIA: reddit— r/unethicalexperiments, r/surgery, r/amithedevil

MAKEUP PRODUCT: blood I MEAN. eyeliner. who said that—

CANDY: licorice. dark chocolate.

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: power walking.

ART STYLE: victorian gothic.

FEAR: not a damn thing!

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: vampire.

PIECE OF STATIONARY: faded parchment paper. words written in blood. ethically sourced.

THREE EMOJIS: 🥀🍷💉

CELESTIAL BODY: venus.

#HI. here is my most wretched of women #oc: mildred malice

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catmemer · 3 months ago

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If you'd like to infodump about Valerie she's been on my mind 👀

Yeah for sure!

I made Valerie back in like 2019. She's basically a witch that escaped a strict puritan-like town so she could study magic and continue her parents research on immortality. During her studies and research, she summoned a demon (named Jasper/Jazz), fell in love with him, and eventually became a demon herself.

In 2020, our previous dnd group started a gothic horror campaign called Curse of Strahd, and I decided to turn her into a dnd character so I could play her! She's a Hexblade Warlock who has pretty much the same backstory, with some minor differences. She makes a pact with an entity that tells her where she can find immortality, and she goes out to travel and find it (and ends up being stuck in Barovia).

She meets the other party members, travels with them, does some adventuring, etc etc dnd stuff. Our campaign didn't finish unfortunately and we left off at the Amber Temple (fucked up ancient place with dark powers), the place where she would've found her patron and talked about how she would be able to earn the immortality she sought out.

A few years ago our current DM (who was a player in our previous game) started a new CoS game and decided to take a few of the previous party members and make them NPCS in our current game. In this version, Valerie and her previous group were at the Amber Temple and something happened (which may or may not have been her fault?) that caused all of them to split. Since Valerie's whole thing was to be at the Amber Temple that's where she resided and slowly went mad over time, forgetting what happened and why she went there in the first place.

Our current party went there a while ago and we found her there. She basically just hosted bingo nights for the creatures that lived there lol. After some exploring and some combat, she decided to follow us so she could try and clear her mind a bit. So now my DM and I take turns playing her as she's with the party lol.

Other facts and info (that I can think of rn lol):

Likes magic (especially dark magic), ancient knowledge, and anything spooky and forbidden. Typical witch stuff.

She magically dyes her hair purple (her favorite color). Her natural hair color is black.

Favorite animal: bats.

Loves to read gothic romance novels.

Loves to dress in fancy clothes, especially gothic clothing.

Likes drinking wine

Afraid of large bodies of water

And some fun stuff from the campaigns:

In our first playthrough, Valerie got to eldritch blast and smack Strahd in the face. In both campaigns, she is an enemy of Strahd.

Bffs with Escher. Hasn't seen him in forever though and totally wants to have a night on the town with him at some point lol.

In our first playthrough, Valerie got to rip out the soul of the werewolf boss we were fighting and turned it into a specter that obeyed her commands for a short amount of time. Hoping to use this feature again in our current game lol.

Definitely wants to hangout with the Abbot again. I need to see their deranged energies together lol.

In our current game, she was a temporary "caretaker" of Neferon at the Amber Temple. Would always carry hard candies to get him to cooperate.

In our current game, while the party was fighting Baba Lysaga, Valerie went off to the village of Barovia to do her own thing. Went shopping and slept with Ismark while the party was dying lol.

Banned from Castle Ravenloft, Krezk, and Vallaki due to shenanigans with previous party.

She so badly wants to find her previous party members. We met one so far, a deranged and wild gnome (named Briz) that lives in the forest, but she hasn't seen him yet.

#ask #theres probably more but thats all i can think of atm

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marinaescamaazul · 8 months ago

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..♡🪸🪼SHORTCUTS🪼🪸♡..

.○ORIGINALS○.

Traditional Art 🖤✒️🎨

Mermay 2024

Dreaming Mary

Agustina de Aragon

Poseidon (ROR/SNV)

The fey fox family🦊

INKTOBER🖤2024

D1 Moon ○ D2 Bat ○ D3 Tarot ○ D4 Mums

D5 Toad/Frog ○ D6 Nightshade ○ D7 Cat

D8 Horns ○ D9 Eyes ○ D10 Devil ○

D11 Vintage Horror ○ D12 Moth ○ D13 Fairy D14 Beetlejuice ○ D15 Crow/Raven

D16 Potion ○ D17 Candy ○ D18 Scarecrow

D19 Pumpkin ○ D20 Skull ○ D21 Witch

D22 Circus ○ D23 Creature ○ D24 Bug

D25 Hairy ○ D26 Seance ○ D27 Tentacles

D28 Weird ○ D29 Gothic ○ D30 Shadow

D31 Nightmare

GENAMOR 😇💞😈

Ondine and Faruk (First concept)

Digital Art 🖥✍️

First drawing on Ibispaint

Bluescale/Escamaazul 🐳🌊

Character design

Birthday 2024 🎂

Land of Wonder🗝🐇💙

Character Design

.♤DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS♤.

Curse of Strahd 🦇

First Cover

Mako and Raen compilation 🐺 ♡🌙

[My version of Doru]

Neverwinter 🏰

Eli and Manju compilation 🔥🪷

.◇FANDOMS◇.

Obey me! 💜🐏

My MC

OM! & WHB? MCs Crossover (And colors)

What in hell is bad? 👹🔞

♤Handmade bases♤

WHB MC / Alternative Clothes

MC Redesign (Samira)

OM! & WHB? MCs Crossover (And colors)

Neko café🐈‍⬛☕️ / WRATH...😼

Lofi Belial 🎶📻

"Gabriela" (Gabriel!Fem)

FEMALE♀️ Satan, Mam, Beel, and Levi

"Wish fulfilled"😘💓

Twisted wonderland 🐈‍⬛⚰️🗝

The best war cry (Old video)

Homicipher 👻🖤💉🤍☂️❤️

MC: Kyoto Fujii 👩🏻

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i-miss-breathing · 1 year ago

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My dream is to have a huge spiky gothic style castle where I section it off and each section has wildly different over the top aesthetic decor than the one before it.

Like the first section, where you walk in is super normal, just average house decor, it’s a living room and some guest rooms, very normal, the only thing weird here is that the carpet is orange and the walls have floral wallpaper from the 50s. Then, you walk fown a hall and BAM. Everything is ocean themed.

There’s a huge mural on one wall that makes it look like your in a bubble window underwater with all sorts of fish.

A bubble machine and ocean sound machine are going at all times. Sometimes you hear “yellow submarine” by the beetles playing

theres a tv that shows live footage of a reef and there’s a big saltwater aquarium on another section.

All the creatures have names, some of the rocks even have names, there’s a key on the side with all the names and what kind of creature/rock it is.

My cool butler takes care of them, he’s paid very well and has like 90 paid vacation days, when he’s on vacation I take care of the fish, he reminds me sometimes over text, and then reminds me that looking at water is not the same as drinking it and that I need to stay hydrated, he also tells me things about his vacations, like which foods I should ask the chef to make, or learn to make myself, like I said he’s very cool, anyways, off topic,

The next section is COMPLETELY GOTH.

You’ve stepped out of the submarine and into the vampires cave.

There are little bats and spiders and cats and ravens and crows EVERYWHERE. ITS AWESOME.

I have a pet raven in a room, her name is Lenore, she likes to sit on my shoulder, I take her to other parts of the house sometimes, she’s very smart.

There’s also my pet tarantula fiddlesticks, fiddle for short, I take him out of his enclosure sometimes but he doesn’t leave the goth section.

Speaking of the goth section, everything is red purple blue white and black, mostly black.

There’s goth music playing at all times, there’s a ballroom that I use to host goth club nights, it’s a castle after all, there’s a big French door that leads directly to the ballroom from the garden. It’s very cool.

Just when you think you’ll never escape the darkness and ungodly amount of moon cycles on the wall, you see a light.. BAM MAGIC FOREST.

Everything is green and orangish brown.and pastel

There’s fairy lights EVERYWHERE.

I keep my pet ponies Shorty and Sprinkles and my guard llama Dude, in a large closed off pasture near the garden, they get lots of apples and sugar cubes and hay along with all the yummy grass they graze on, you cannot ride any of them because they are too small, but I play with them everyday and teach them tricks every once in a while.

Back inside there are plants everywhere

there’s sparkles everywhere

There are bean bags that look like rocks and a bookcase that looks like it was built into a fake tree

there’s a little snack bar with cupcakes and rock candies and brownies and carrot cakes and pies and water and fruit flavored sodas and fun pastries.

Chef makes the snacks, Chef is cool, he’s really strong, I pay him a lot of money and he also has 90 days paid vacation a year, he mostly texts me recipes to ask if I think I’d like them. Chef also likes weed, he never makes weed brownies on the clock though. He’s very responsible.

I hire college students from the college near by at $25 an hour to run the fairy snack bar.

I host lots of parties here, parents can call and ask to rent it out for fairy themed birthday parties in a real life castle, of course it’s only a section of the castle, but it’s still a castle.

there’s another French door entrance but the glass has floral stained glass, it’s professionally done, it’s very pretty

There’s a dressing room with lots of outfits and dresses and they all look magical and they come in many different sizes, they are all thoroughly washed properly after each use by my maid. She’s really cool, she knows how to do a lot of stuff. Like Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, and race car driving, and knitting. She also gets paid very well and has 90 paid vacation days, I have a squish on her and she’s very inspiring, she teaches me the skills if I ask. She’s very cool. I text her pictures of things I make and she gives me encouragement. All my staff get along very well and it makes me happy. We have tea time and dinner together, it’s great.

And back to the fairy section there’s another ball room covered in fairy lights and plants, real and fake, there’s a DJ that takes all requests but otherwise plays music directly from ballroom scenes in fantasy movies and shows. He also gets paid well.

It’s very cool

I will add to this later but right now I do not have time

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