#halloween character brew

[aaesaesthetic]

Happy Halloween!

Featuring my sister's pumpkin witch and my garden witch, brewing up some delicious treats for the night

[killertoons]

HAHA I DID A TIME LAPSE AND GOT A NEW TABLET BE PREPARED FOR A R T

y'all in trouble now I figured it out~ 😈😈😈

[kittyc0w]

Halloween YCH 🥧🎃 ⋆ 🧸.˚ ✰

It's a bit late, but I'm opening up your character here commissions! All will be done as clean colored/shaded sketches!! DM me for inquiries >w<

I can do any characters, any outfits, and am open to changes! I will not draw masc, robots, non-humanoids, or anything yucky

Slots: 6/6 open

Hungy Kitty - $30

Pumpkin Patch - $30

"Pumpkin" Top - $25

Full of Blood - $25

Weight Capacity - $40

Witch's Brew - $30

[anim-ttrpgs]

The Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy October 17th Beta update has launched today on itch.io for free!

Happy Halloween! We pulled out all the stops just to get the update out in time for you to prep and play it for your group’s Halloween game! The free adventure module that comes with it, “Horror Harry’s Haunted House”, takes place on Halloween after all! In it, your investigators will solve a “murder mystery” in a charmingly spooky haunted house escape room. It serves as a sort of investigation and survival training ground for you and your PCs to learn the ropes before jumping into more Call-of-Cthulhu-esque adventures where death is around every corner. (You can even get two more adventure modules over on our patreon)

Download the new rulebook here on itch.io! Even if you download it for free, just checking it out, talking about it, reblogging this post, etc. helps us out immensely. We are a diverse, largely queer team setting out to slay a dragon, we’ve already been working on this for four years, and we need all the community support we can get!

If you’re wondering what Eureka even is, watch this trailer, or read this post if you don't wanna watch a video.

If you’ve ever tried to run a murder mystery in D&D, what you really needed was Eureka.

If you’re coming from the August beta release, which I assume you are, lemme tell you that a lot has been improved. I’ll go over some of the highlights, and post the full changelog under the cut. It’s still free, but if you could throw a bit of money out way on the itchio page, even if you’ve paid before, that would be a massive, massive help. We’re actually a bit over budget even with the relative success of the Kickstarter, plus for one of us this is their primary source of income.

Trait Overhaul

There’s a few new Traits, and nearly every single existing Trait has been redone to make them better and/or more interesting. Each Trait will now have an even more significant effect on your gameplay experience.

Combat Overhaul + World's Best Grappling Rules

Combat in Eureka is now better than ever, and it was already really good - plus, now you can actually comprehend the dang rules! The previous combat rules, I admit, were a dense and confusing slog to read through, even if they worked really well once you understood them. Now, thanks to our editor, you can understand them! Instead of being split across four chapters, it’s now just two chapters. One chapter explains weapons and is mostly just for stat reference, and the other chapter is focused on telling you everything your character can do during “dangerous situations,” which are not just combat, but really just any kind of scenario where a character can get hurt. As a special highlight to the combat overhaul, Eureka now boasts the first ever set of grappling rules that are viable, realistic, and fun to employ at the table! I’m serious when I say I have never seen them done like this before, and think they offer an actual leap forward in something that TTRPGs have struggled with since early editions of D&D! I also put a lot of my own judo and other martial arts experience to work here.

Monster Overhaul

A lot of what I said about the pre-overhaul combat sections of the rulebooks were also true of the monster PC rules. They were dense, hard to reference, and disorganized. Well not anymore! All six playable monsters in Eureka have been completely rewritten using the skills I have gained as a game designer since first writing them, and, like the regular Traits, they have all been at the very least tweaked to be more interesting and have a greater effect on gameplay, and some have been changed entirely with all new subsystems! Witches brew potions now, fairies actually have stuff to do with the names they collect, and more! Plus, speaking of Traits, every monster can have more regular Traits now, to really help flesh out their personality!

CHANGE LOG 

Copy-editing Progress: Thoroughly copy-edited up to p. 302. Half-ass copy-edited up to p. 322.

WHOLE BOOK

Stuck most of the $42+ kickstarter backer submission info into the very back of the book just to get it out of our email inbox and to allow the whole team to be able to more easily see it and work with it. Going to be doing more to integrate this stuff into the actual rulebook soon. 

Changed the headings to hopefully be more legible. Please give us feedback on what you think of this change.

CHAPTER 1

Changed the limitations on how Comfort is used to restore investigator Composure. 

Fixed a typo in the investigation example of play. 

Made it so that Composure rolls for fears in the “Ridiculous” category don’t even always need to be rolled when these things are encountered. 

Moved Character Health and Status, Grievous Wounds, Healing, and Healing Example sections to Chapter 1. 

Changed Partial Incapacitation to give -2 modifiers instead of -1. 

Overhauled the rules for injuries, incapacitation, and grievous wounds completely. A ton of it is changed. 

Added codified rules for medical facilities and what to do in the case of investigator death. 

Added “The Creeps” optional rule. 

Tweak to When is the Party “Split” section regarding how long to go before jumping between groups.

Lots of new art has been added.

Tweaks to Be Prepared to Lose section.

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Additions to the What is Eureka For section

Changed comforting factors and exacerbating factors for Composure rolls to be +/-2 instead of +/-1 so they make a real difference.

New snoop

Changed the font of the section headings in the Ticking Clock section. Let us know what you think of these headings compared to the other headings, because we are considering changing all the headings to be like this.  

Better clarified some stuff about how Ticks work when an adventure starts at some random time of day.

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More art has been added

Made travel take more time and matter more

CHAPTER 2

Changed the CQC skill to Close Combat, as this is more clear and obvious what that means at a glance

Made lots of copy-editing progress. Many paragraphs are shorter and convey the rules more clearly. 

Changed the way the Burnout Trait works. It now causes the investigator to lose flat Composure each day rather than affecting their Composure rolls. 

Changed the Death Wish Trait to not suck.

Changed the Elementary! Trait to use Visual Calculus instead of Social Cues.

Changed Go With Your Gut Trait to not suck. 

Added that wallets and like basic clothing and stuff have a WP cost of 0

Added glasses to item list

Added rope to item list

Added hand warmers to item list

Changed Arithmomania trait to where it only gives a +1 base bonus to Paperwork, and the bonus for having a lower Ignorance of Quantity Tiers of Fear rating is more investigation points. 

Changed Femme Fatale to add a +1 Seduce bonus instead of +2. 

Totally redid the Hardy Trait. 

Added -1 modifier to I’m Okay You’re Okay Trait

Redid the Just Built Different Trait. Now it allows a character “no sell” an incoming Superficial Damage attack once per Scene, reducing the damage to 0, among a few other things. 

Added Renaissance Man Trait. 

Removed Love Me Trait. Might try to reword it another time, but it was too similar to too many other traits and wasn't very interesting. 

Completely reworked Lover Trait. 

Many new snoops have been added.

Changed the Mad Genius trait to be called Lovecraft Protagonist and changed what it does. 

Removed the investigation point cap on Man of Action Trait. Also changed the name to Ask Questions Later. 

Changed My Glasses Trait to only provide bonuses to Knowledge Skill Investigative Rolls. 

Changed Nightstalker Trait so that it provides a bonus to all Interpersonal Rolls while trespassing 

Changed None of My Business Trait to suck less.

Changed Not Finished Yet Trait to suck less.

Changed Showboater Trait to suck less.

Changed Skeptic Trait to suck less.

Smalls is now a real Trait instead of just a joke Trait. 

Removed the +1 Bonus from the Unpredictable Trait.

Changed Wicked Trait to not suck. 

Changed Wizened Trait to suck less. 

Woo-Woo Trait no-longer based on Blacked Out Skill. 

Moved “Deadly Combat, Permanent Consequences” here and changed the title to “Disabilities are Disabling”

Changed Basic Physical Therapy on the Wealth Point Item List from 3WP to 2WP. 

Added new section “People Change”

Made Blissfully Ignorant trait immune to “The Creeps.”

Made the Technically… Trait have a +2 bonus instead of +1.

Updated the Hard Boiled Trait to work with the new way that injuries and incapacitation works.

Moved the Hardened Hearts snoop to be the Wicked snoop instead. 

Changed “Empath” Trait to be “Empathetic” instead. 

Made “Did You Know…” a better and more usable Trait

Made Hard Under Pressure a better and more usable Trait.

Changed how the WP cost of an item affects the modifier for rolling for it in-adventure. The modifier is now half the WP cost rounded down. 

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Gave a proper name to the Wealth modifier attached to certain homes and vehicles, it is now called the Property Modifier(PM).

Lowered the price of firearm ammunition by 1WP

Lowered the price of desktop computers by 1WP

Lowered the price of cameras by 1WP

Combined various hand tools into one entry on the item lists and moved them to Misc.

Made hotels something that is prepaid in WP similar to food budget. 

Made Large Apartment less expensive and Tiny Apartment more expensive

Moved Baseball Bat and Axe out of Weapons and into Misc. 

Changed how Food Budget works.

Removed Net Skill Limit mechanic entirely

Edit to the duration of the bonuses for Femme Fatale

Changed Ninja Trait to a +2 bonus instead of +1

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Made “Sleep On It” Trait give 1D6-1 investigation points, and still give Composure.

Added “Real Capybara Hours.” Sometimes jokes are just for us.

Added animals to item lists

CHAPTER 3

Moved the section “Deadly Combat, Permanent Consequences” into chapter 2. 

More art has been added.

Moved Character Health and Status, Grievous Wounds, Healing, and Healing Example sections to Chapter 1. 

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Changed the name of Chapter 3 to “Dangerous Situations.” We are planning to put all the combat and other dangerous stuff into one chapter called “Dangerous Situations” and merge combat, chases, etc. into one thing rather than splitting it up and having it in a bunch of different chapters.

Made it so that the Speed mechanic works with Theater of the Mind as well, and removed that other awkward mechanic with rolling Athletics for how many turns it takes for a character to cross a large distance. 

Complete restructure of the way the mechanics for movement and action are explained, as well as defining things as both Movements and Actions. 

Created a Chapter 2.5. In the future when we are ready to shift the chapter numbers, Chapter 2.5 will become the new Chapter 3 and the current Chapter 3 will become Chapter 4. Chapter 2.5 currently houses the statistics of weapons and other combat items. The plan is that a first-time reader will read the weapon statistics in Chapter 2.5 before they read the combat rules in Chapter 3, which will inform the way they understand Chapter 3. 

Changed damage value and special attributes of pepper spray. 

Made brass knuckles do 1 penetrative damage. 

Made stun guns do 2 superficial damage.

Made it so that bulletproof vests do protect against 1-damage weapons. 

Moved and rearranged like everything from chapters 3-6. 

Close range bonus for guns is now +2 instead of +1

Simplified Stopping Power rules (the actual way it works has not changed, we just rewrote it so that it gives the same mechanics in like a tenth of the word count)

Separated open-faced helmets and full-face helmets, and made it so that wearing a helmet along with body armor gives a -1 penalty to incoming attack rolls. 

“Single Load” is now called “Internal Magazines”

Shotguns at extremely close range now have similar stopping power to a rifle, but at 5-10 yards they still have their double stopping power. 

Changed how Rate of Fire works for guns. Just making it a number instead of distinct actions. 

Made it so that Quick Cycling affects basically all guns except automatics, meaning characters with high Firearms skill can now fire semi-automatic pistols at 3 bullets per Action.

Streamlined Stabilization. It is no-longer a roll and instead a penalty that worsens the more bullets are being fired at once. 

Made Bipods give +2 Contextual bonus instead of +1 to single stationary targets.

Changed Reactions and made them more broadly applicable and usable as a rule.

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Overhauled Grabs, Throws, Holds, and Escapes to make them a viable option in a lot more scenarios.

Defined “On the Ground” and made it its own section.

Made knock out blows and throws ignore Armor. Knock-out blows are still somewhat penalized by helmets.

Added A Real John Woo Film Optional Rule

More art has been added

Hastily updated the random chase obstacle tables for the new Movement/Action system.

Updated the example obstacles to be more in line with how we designed obstacles for the obstacle tables. 

Redid how Poison works. We meant to make it less convoluted but accidentally made it more granular instead. We did write it better so it will at least feel less convoluted. 

CHAPTER 4

Merged this chapter with chapter 3

CHAPTER 5

merged this chapter with chapter 3

CHAPTER 6

merged this chapter with chapter 3

CHAPTER 7

Added “Psychological Warfare” mechanic. 

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CHAPTER 8

The Blacked Out Skill has been changed in two major ways. First we made it more obvious that the Blacked Out Skill applies even to knowledge of the supernatural that is not necessarily true. And also rather than working the way that every other Knowledge skill works, the Blacked Out Skill now gives leads to where answers might be found rather than immediate concrete answers. 

THE GORGON IS FINISHED AND FULLY PLAYABLE!

Added that Alt. Witches have to make their supernatural ability composure rolls at +0 instead of +3. The +3 was a typo.

Started work on the complete monster overhaul.

Vampires have been completely rewritten. Most of their abilities and themes are the same, but the way the abilities work has been overhauled and improved in many cases, as well as now being formatted and structured in a sane and easily-referenceable way. 

More art has been added. 

Changed the +2 Contextual Close Combat bonus for the Werewolf Trait to a +1 Base Bonus

Wolfmen have been completely rewritten. Most of their abilities and themes are the same, but the way the abilities work has been overhauled and improved in many cases, as well as now being formatted and structured in a sane and easily-referenceable way. 

Fairytale Witch is currently being rewritten/overhauled. 

Changed Incredible Strength Mage Trait to have a +2 Close Combat bonus instead of +3.

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Clarified that gorgon blood does not heal gorgons.

Changed the way that monsters interact with Composure and their Tiers of Fear during the act of preying on other people. Instead of just ignoring it or having a bonus (i somehow left both of those conflicting rules in and no one told me), a relevant Composure roll is still made when a monster eats someone, but they do not lose Composure points from it even in the event of Partial Success or Failure. This keeps the narrative benefit of a Composure roll to show the monster’s emotional state, but without making hunting numerically pointless.

Finished the complete fairytale witch overhaul. 

Made the Close Combat bonus for superhuman strength be just +1 for the vast majority of instances. The only exception is wolfman forms. They get a higher Close Combat bonus because their transformations actually make them bigger and taller and this helps a lot in Close Combat.

Reduced Athletics bonus of Incredible Strength trait to +2. 

Merged the Alt. Witch with Mage, and made Mage a Misc. supernatural category instead of its own separate thing. This is going to be a really messy transition for chapter 8 so please bear with us. I am making a brief run though the chapter to clean up the biggest discrepancies this change creates, but I probably won’t get them all until the editor and I have time to actually go through and copy-edit it. 

“Mage” is now its own trait, and what were previously called “mage traits” are now called “mage powers”. Mages now have between 1 and 6 mage powers as part of their mage trait, with worse composure rolls the more powers they have. 

When they engage in their True Nature, monsters now have a chance to recoup some or all of the Composure they lost as a result of using their powers to hunt prey. 

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Fully overhauled the fairy rules. Just one more monster to overhaul! Woo! 

Changed the Curse of Slumber to take effect the next time the victim falls asleep rather than knocking them out spontaneously.

Overhauled the changeling rules to go along with the overhauled fairy rules. 

Clarified something about the vampire’s In Lizard Fashion ability, they wouldnt be able to use this to stop a speeding truck.

Removed the hard limit on how many people a wolfman could eat at once, and also added rules for what happens if they shift to a smaller form with people in their stomach. Made similar tweaks for vampires. 

More art has been added 

Fully overhauled the Thing from Beyond, and that completes the full monster overhaul. All Monsters now consist of a single Trait, rather than needing a pair of Traits. 

Gave vampires’ “wearing the evening” ability a maximum distance of 50 yards and also it is a Movement now 

Made a few more adjustments to some of the monster sections to bring them up to date with the new Movement/Action mechanics. 

Adjusted all instances of poison in the monster sections to account for the new poison rules.

[bunnys-kisses]

fall/halloween bakery special

hello bunnies! i wanted to do something a little special for halloween/fall season! it's hare's favourite season so i've grown to love it a little more. basically these are special prompts that can be combined with the regular bakery prompts. but these ones are more geared towards the fall season! this is more like a halloween party rather than a bakery, but still it'll be fun!

these prompts will be closed on novemeber 2nd and be posted between now and until i finish writing them all! these will be posted on top of regular bakery orders so please feel free! and happy halloween!

what i'll write for: formula one, call of duty, haikyuu, jujustu kaisen, marvel & dc

DESSERTS

ghost s'mores dip: "i really appreciate that you're getting into the halloween spirit, but it's ten in the morning. please turn off the slasher films so i can eat my breakfast in peace."

zombie brain cupcakes: "stop squirming, you're gonna mess up your face paint!"

vampire poke cake: "what happened last night?"

witch finger cookies: "i hate this time of year, i'm always so fucking cold!"

chex-mix: "did you go as a whore this year, or did you just forget a costume?"

all-dressed chips: "i'd propose right now. but not while you're wearing this."

pumpkin patch brownies: "you should've worn something a little thicker. you're going to catch a cold."

candy apples: "alright, let's get you home."

dirt pudding: "I hate horror movies, can't we watch something else?"

pepperoni pizza: "i wonder if that mascara will run when i'm finished with you."

ghost cookies: "they had how many shots of tequila?"

dead velvet cake: "we can't fuck right now. we have to hand out candy!"

nacho dip: "seeing you with those kids makes me want one."

chunky treat bars: "i'm getting you pregnant."

hocus pocus rolls: "next year you're wearing something that covers more."

candy corn: "i'm not jealous!"

ghostly cheesecake: "i got a broomstick you can ride on."

mummy hand pies: "be careful of the full moon!"

spider web pops: "the costume is meant to be scary, not cute."

DRINKS

sprite: semi-public sex

coca-cola: costume sex

doctor pepper: university au

fake-blood: vampire au

hot cider: werewolf au

jell-o shots: drunk sex

pepsi zero: rough sex

haunted lemonade: size difference/kink

peach juice box: filming/recording

poison apple punch: outdoor sex

pumpkin sangria: pregnancy

hot cocoa: gentle/soft sex

witch's brew: witch au

little devil cocktail: demon/devil au

white claw: slutty costumes

black widow cocktail: dom!reader

espresso martini: dom!character

water: hangover

gummy bear cocktail: possessive behavior

on the house: author's choice

have a spooky halloween!!

[kaijuborn]

cozy, slightly spooky games for Halloween season!

Night in the Woods - an adventure game focused on exploration, story, and character, featuring dozens of characters to meet and lots to do across a lush, vibrant world.

Haunt the House: Terrortown - haunt your way through a town in the dead of night! Possess objects with your soul, to scare people away from a museum, a hospital, a theatre and a cruise ship.

Oxenfree - a supernatural thriller about a group of friends who unwittingly open a ghostly rift. You are Alex, and you’ve just brought your new stepbrother Jonas to an overnight island party gone horribly wrong.

Sunless Sea - LOSE YOUR MIND. EAT YOUR CREW. DIE. Take the helm of your steamship and set sail for the unknown!

Beacon Pines - a cute and creepy adventure set within a mysterious book. Sneak out late, make new friends, uncover hidden truths, and collect words that will change the course of fate!

Costume Quest - in this charming role-playing game, choose your hero and trick-or-treat through beautiful environments full of humor and story.

Death's door - reaping souls of the dead and punching a clock might get monotonous, but it's honest work for a Crow.

Hand of Fate - in a cabin at the end of the world, the game of life and death is played. Draw your cards, play your hand, and discover your fate.

LIMBO - uncertain of his sister's fate, a boy enters LIMBO.

Wytchwood - a crafting adventure game set in a land of gothic fables and fairytales. As the old witch of the woods, explore a strange countryside, collect magic ingredients, brew sorcerous spells, and pass judgement upon a capricious cast of characters.

Cult of the Lamb - start your own cult in a land of false prophets, venturing out into diverse and mysterious regions to build a loyal community of woodland Followers and spread your Word to become the one true cult.

[volturiprincess]

Death Flower

Jane Volturi x Fem human mate

Summary: Jane contradicts a lot but a simple "my little death flower" and its all over.

A/N: I wanted to post this on May 31st since that marks half way to Halloween but I forgot about this WIP. I got some ideas brewing for when October comes around. Its short but anyways....Enjoy💙

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“No”

“No? Why not?”

‘I said no and that is final, so stop pestering me on this”

“Come on my little death flower, let's not be like this”

She stopped walking away and stood on the spot. Here's the thing about being mates with Jane, yes she can be quite difficult to convince to do things, such as cuddling under our favorite open field, but I know a certain trick to persuade her. I noticed this a while ago, she was going to leave for a guard meeting that would start in 30 minutes, but she wanted to leave early but I wanted her to cuddle with me. She’s still not used to affection, which I understand, she took a month to even just hold my hand so I understand that and I respect her boundaries. But as she was getting ready to leave for her meeting I sleepily called out to her “My little storm cloud” and she halted her movements and was instantly in bed with her being the big spoon and I the little one.

I didn't dare to question her sudden change of mind but from that whenever I wanted to “get my way” with her I would casually call her some clever nicknames and she goes with my idea. I of course never call her out in front of the others, actually one time I called her my “little rain cloud” in front of Alec. He instantly looked at Jane and started teasing her and would call her the same nickname for days until Jane threatened to use her ability on him, that for sure shut him up. I promised to her that I would never call her said nicknames in front of others. 

Jane also from what I can say is she doesn't like being called the traditional nicknames, once in a while I do call her darling or my love but it doesn't get the same reaction as when I call her my other nicknames. It's just so amusing to see her halt her every thought and movements when I call her such names, but what makes my heart flip is when she looks at me and you can see a very small smile spreading onto her angelic face. 

“What is it that you wanted to do again?”

Oh man I got her so good, I almost feel bad in kind of manipulating her with my nicknames but man she always gets her way a majority of the time. She always gets the final say but I guess it does feel nice to finally be able to have a small win with her. And gosh that smile she does is so sweet, it's hard to imagine her being able to cause such pain with her gaze when she has such an angelic smile. 

“Oh right, um I wanted you be my Morticia to my Gomez”

“But Halloween is not for another five months?”

“I know but that's going to be our couple costume”

“Hmm we will see”

“Come on Jane, it ill be perfect, I already treat you like you are the only person in my life, I even call you the nicknames that are very similar to what Gomez calls Morticia”

“I said we will see”

I know she likes the idea, she just won't admit it. I think she would make a beautiful Morticia, but in this case she will be a blonde Morticia. In no way will I make her wear a wig to cover her golden locks that I love so much. In my case I would be a female version of Gomez, I'm also at the point of convincing the others to be characters from “The Addams Family”. Felix will definitely be Lurch no doubt, but for some reason im stuck with the thought that Alec and Demetri would be a great Pugesly and Wednesday. They will be my next victims to convince them to go along with my crazy plan. I grabbed her hand to place a gentle slow kiss on it, I felt her literally melt at the touch.

“Fine we will do it, but you dare make me wear a wig I will have Alec use his smoke on you”

Shivering at her little “threat” which I know she will never do, she has said that many times in the past and has never once done it to me.

“I would never want to cover your blonde locks my dear thundercloud”

“...Good”

Being Jane’s mate has its downs but if you play your cards right it can have its perk. 

[coffbeanie]

Finally out here w a new post!! Decided to draw Brian for this AU i made a while ago-never posted about it before but i thought it would be fun to bring it back again. (since he kinda zombiefied this can be like a belated halloween post)

This is a Proxy AU i made involving Tim and Brian (from MH), Kate and Charlie (from Slender the Arrival) and Kimberly (my OC), and its also connected to my Creepypasta AU (its on my insta kinda but i never posted anything about it really here oops)

I’m gonna put some ideas I had for Brian’s character but before i put them down i wanna say that I came up w this AU before issue 3.5 of the MH comic(and if we’re being technical this has been brewing in my brain before the comic was announced oops). I haven’t read any of the comics yet and i know its still going, so as for what happened to his character I’m not too sure and I’m trying to work around that. Also I’m trying to figure out the timeline for this AU, and that includes when all this happens in relation to the end of MH, so his design is probably going to change once I determine how decayed this boy is actually supposed to be. Even so this is all just in good fun :)

-Brian is the 4th proxy to join in, after Tim, Kate, and Charlie

-While this is still Brian’s body, he lacks all of Brian’s memories, since his consciousness is in the ark. When he first comes back he doesn’t remember who he is, who Tim is, or what happened during the events of Marble Hornets.

-That being said, some memories can be triggered through muscle memory. Basically there are times where if he moves a certain way or if someone touches him a certain way, there’s a chance that he’ll suddenly remember something.

-His presence most unnerves Tim, but Brian doesn’t know how to help with this as Tim won’t tell him anything about MH or what their relationship was like before his death. This causes Kate and Charlie to be weary of him. Because of this, Brian is forced to hang out with Kimberly the most, as they’re the most “outcasted” of their little group.

-He doesn’t really feel pain, but the big bruise on his back still hurts sometimes.

-He comes back real skinny and dirty, but they clean him up and buff him back up again don’t worry :))

[aradiyatoys]

🎉 [NEW PATTERN RELEASE] 🎉

Today, I welcome you to Midnight Swamp 🌌 to meet the Witch and her adorable little friends! 🧙🏻‍♀️ Don’t forget to turn on the sound! 🤗🔉

Deep in the forest 🌳 of the Mini Kingdom 👑 lies the Midnight Swamp 🌌, a mysterious and magical place where unusual characters dwell. The wise Witch 🧙🏻 brews potions in her enchanted Cauldron, preparing spells to protect the swamp. Her loyal friend, the Frog 🐸 hops around the Mushroom House 🍄 always ready to lend a hand. Meanwhile, the mischievous Venus Fly Trap keeps a keen eye out, ready to catch any unsuspecting fly 🪰 that dares to come close. Together, they keep the swamp alive with magic, mystery, and a sprinkle of mischief! 🥰

Midnight Swamp – the magic-themed set of toys from the ‘Mini Kingdom’ collection. This pattern describes how to create the following five toys: Witch, Frog, Venus Fly Trap, Mushroom House and Brewing Cauldron.

For me, it’s always a lot of fun to design characters for special occasions like Halloween. This year feels like the perfect time to bring Halloween-themed characters to the Mini Kingdom, doesn’t it? I’ve been wanting to add a Venus Fly Trap to my flower lineup for quite some time, and I finally had the chance to do so! I hope you’ll love all the other characters from Midnight Swamp as much as I do! 😍

The pattern is already available in English, German, Italian, Spanish and Portuguese here -> https://etsy.me/3zOsuHX 🤗

This pattern, like most of my other patterns, has been proofread, tested, and translated (or is currently being translated) by incredibly talented ladies: Celine, Isa, MJ, Clarissa, Sabrina, Roberta, Sarah, Gwendoline, and Lyubov! Thank you so much, dear friends! You’re all amazing and incredibly dedicated! 💛💙

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

🎃Tokyo Revengers Dad's : Halloween edition 🎃 Ft: 20+ daddy's TW: none (unedited) Resident: @enchantedforest-network Photo: Tokyo Revengers x Tower Records Cafe

Taiju

-one of his kids would dress as a shark (tell me I’m wrong). When he sees them walking in front of them he could see the sale of the costume mimic like a shark's tail. -Would his kids trick or treat in the upper scale areas in Tokyo they get the good candy (the king size candy bars). -Would be the type to finish trick or treating early so it wouldn’t get too late.

Hanma

-Three kids dress them as lock, shock and barrel from the nightmare before Christmas. -Definitely cause mischief with his kids and teach them the fun of ding dong ditching or TP’ing someone's house if they didn’t give candy out. -Would pick some of the candies from his kids bucket but they would happily share with him

Chifuyu

-His child would be either a black cat or a witch and carry around a stuffed black cat. -Go with group friends and they all take their kids trick or treating. -Check his kids candy to make sure it is safe for them to eat.

Takemichi 

-When his child said they want to be a superhero he goes all out for them, cape, mask even giving them a super cool hero name. -spend hours trick or treating till it gets every late. -His child would get tired and he would end up carrying them all the way home while they slept.

Kokonoi

-Wouldn’t settle for ordinary costumes would make sure his kids had the best costumes made out of the finest materials. -Throw a Halloween party with a big candy bar they kids would be in heaven. -Have a decorated wall so he could take pictures with his kids in there costumes 

Ran

-would spend hours at the Halloween store trying to pick out the best costume for his kids. Enjoys every minute of it to see his baby's eyes light up with excitement. -One of the dads that would dress up with his kids.  -Would rehearse with them and teach them how to say ‘trick or treat’ 

Rindou 

-Kids would be some type of battle character either from mortal kombat or street fighters.  -He has confidence his kids would win any kind of costume contest. -Scoping the competition on the kids costume contest give a smirk ‘my kiddo got this in the bag’ waiting for them to announce his kid was the winner of the costume contest.

Nahoya

-Twins he's gonna have one angel and one devil. IF one kiddo a little devil with a pitch fork. -Taking his kid trick or treating when there is a full bowl of candy left in front of the step no one is looking takes handful handy putting it into his littles one’s bag -Then he decided to empty the full bowl into his little one's bag and take off quickly.

Draken 

-Taking his precious little one to the pumpkin patch to pick out a pumpkin. -When finding the perfect pumpkins they would crave them together but the pumpkin carving he would be the one carving them he wouldn't let his little one do it.  -They would pick out the face then he would cut it out. -When taking out the seed from the inside he would see the gross yet funny look on his baby's face and laugh.

Mikey

-His baby would definitely be wearing a mini Toman uniform just like daddy would on Halloween. -He and his sibling would all take their kids trick or treating together.  -Would start telling the kids which candy they wouldn’t like so when they give him that candy he secretly wanted those candies all along. 

Hakkai 

-Having a Halloween party knowing it may be a challenge for him to take his kids trick or treating due to him being recognized by fans. -If his kids are going to be a certain theme he would join them like the Adams family or the Munsters but have his own style in it.  -All the desserts and foods would be themed all around Halloween like cupcakes that look like brains, drinks that would call witches brew, and spider cookies.

Mitsuya

-Would make his babies their costumes every year like the best daddy. His baby wanna be a ‘rainbow pony princess’ daddy got you. -Would let them know every time when they are trick or treating to say thank you after getting candy from the house they got it from. -would make sure they wouldn’t eat all the candy in one sitting and would give them one piece before bed.

Baji

-Baji would send photos to his mom with photos of the grandkid(s) and their costumes. -Would go to the same houses to get double the candy. -If they get home late from trick or treating he would make them some yakisoba noodles to eat

Kazutora

-Attend his littles ones' school Halloween parade record the whole entire parade.  -If his little one is unable to take the steps at someone's house because the steps are too big he would pick them up and place them on the top step. -When they get home they would watch a Halloween special of his kids favorite show.

Shinichiro 

-He and his kids decorate the house from head to toe with Halloween items.  -If his babies wanted their face painted he would paint their faces and do a decent job on it. -The following day he would prank his kids about eating all their Halloween candy but when he sees them crying he would apologize and give them the candy.

Takeomi

-Would have enjoyed taking his kiddos out for Halloween festivities but when they get older the enjoy more of watching scary movies -Watching classic slasher movies, ordering food and buying the candy they want to eat. -he would also have a large bowl of candy when he gets trick or treating and give them handfuls of candy. 

Wakasa 

-if he sees his baby scared to go up to a house because the decorations are too scary he would go with them to make sure they are comfortable. - He would dress up like Dracula and his baby a little vampire he would tell them ‘let’s go my little bat’ -When his baby empties there bucket they would go through the candy and would randomly give him candies that they think he would like. 

Arashi 

-He sees a haunted house on first instinct ‘oh hell to the nooooo’ but if his kiddo wants to go in he has to put a brave face on.  - He would be jumped scared a lot in the haunted house he would try to control his reflexes so he doesn’t knock anyone out -He admires that his child don't seem to be afraid of these types of things. Would go through every haunted house they wanted to for the night

Izana

-When practicing for the Halloween performance he would want it recorded so he could have memories of them when they were in their costume being so small. -He would enjoy making the sugar cookies with ghosts on them during this time of year. -Keep every Halloween costume because you don't have the heart to toss them, they hold valuable memories to him.

Sanzu

-Blog entire Oct month from when the kids find their costumes to the day it was Halloween. -Teach his kids ‘trick or treat that smells like my feet.’ -He and his kids would learn how to do Thriller or the monster mash dance.

Muto

-Kids would dress up in classic 50’s attire pompadours and leather jackets   -Making sure the brush their teeth before bed to avoid cavities from the amount of candy they got -If the kids watched a scary movie he knew that they would be staying in his bed for the next few nights. 

Kisaki

-If he missed trick or treating the way he would make it up to the kids is to take them to the store and let them pick out which candies they want.  -That cart would be filled up in 0.5 seconds full of candy picked by his kids.  -He would promise them that next year he will make sure he will be there with them so they can trick or treat together. 

Kakucho 

-If he saw his baby crying because they were took scared of a character or a person he would tell them ‘you have 5 seconds to leave or I will kick your ass for scaring my child’  -would cheer up his baby and make sure they won’t cry anymore let them don’t daddy wouldn't let anything happen to them. -Avoid homes that are too scary for his baby. He wants to make sure they have a great time. 

Inui 

-His kids love hearing him do scary stories and would make them think they are true on how he tells the story like the boogeyman.  - if his kids doubt on of his stories he would hear like the wall/floors slightly creek and catch the kids attention then he would speak ‘they are listening to you.’ -Google how to make spooky snacks with the kids. He would enjoy creating snacks and eating them with the babies. The kitchen would be a mess. 

Trunk or treat (all dad’s)

-If each man showed up with their kids they would have candy for days. -Big party for the kids to enjoy with a variety of things to do. -Each man would compete about who’s kid(s) the cutest. Because in their mind there are kids who are the cutest. -One big photo of all the kids together in their costumes even the older ones who aren't in costumes, because no matter how older they get those will still be there babies T^T

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[killertoons]

Cord cutting can be a tricky process, but it's never ever dull!

[trashmouth-richie]

pt 1: flicker

summary: Hawkins Annual Halloween Festival is in town, and this year you and your friends were lucky enough to work the event. But when some of your co-workers are missing, and a trail of blood leads to the woods behind the festival. Your friends work together to find out what���s going on. A killer is on the loose but who could it be? Or is it the town’s spooky secret of what really happened at Hawkins Lab?

[tickets] [flyer] [clipboard]

pt 2: A SCREAM AND A SLICE

summary: the day is finally here and our joyful crew arrives to get their assignments for the work day.

tw: 18+ only goodbye minors, billy hargrove smut, billy hargrove being a disgusting human being, mentions of drinking and drugs, character death x 3, hallucinations, drunk behavior, etc childhood background stories.

The air is cool and crisp, fluttering an ombré of red and orange leaves all over the carnival. Staff was to arrive no later than 8 o’clock, sporting burnt orange Hawkins Haunted Carnival shirts with red hems on the neck and arms. “STAFF” printed on the back in black bold letters. 

Robin's hair and makeup looked exactly like it did last night, a little smudgy and unkept, the style suiting her personality and image to a T. She was holding onto Steve’s arm while picking gum from the bottom of her dirty converse. 

“Fuck I hate kids,” she grumbled, wiping the last bit of the pink wad of bubble gum on the grass. 

Argyle, Nancy, and Jonathan stood and watched. Nancy with her hair in a perfect pulled back ponytail showcasing her bone structure and light makeup, was wide eyed and bushy tailed, making up for the lack of enthusiasm everyone else brought with them this morning. 

Argyle’s long pin straight hair is braided down his back, and he looks almost half asleep, or maybe he was just high, but more than likely that was just him in general. 

You yawned loud behind your hand for the second time since racing into the parking lot, Eddie poked you in the ribs and shook his head, he had wanted to stop at the gas station for some badly brewed coffee this morning upon finding out that your apartment was lacking any sort of caffeine, but you were already going to be late and Mr. Creel’s speech last weekend about not being on time, would scare anyone straight. 

That is unless you were Billy Hargrove. 

Billy rolled in a full thirty minutes past the time all staff were expected to be dressed and ready to go. A cigarette hung lazily from his mouth and the hickies on his neck were splotchy and fading yellow on the edges. He was clutching a can of beer upon walking over to the group, finishing the contents and tossing it behind his shoulder. 

His chin nodded to Eddie in that douchey dude type of greeting. One he reciprocated with flared nostrils and tense shoulders. 

Billy and Eddie used to be as thick as thieves, running like hellions through the trailer park, with you trailing behind them, trying to keep Eddie out of trouble. They had disturbed any little sort of peace that the tenants ever found there. They tormented the occupants of Forest Hills by egging their houses or lighting bags of dog shit ablaze on their steps.

But the boys were left to their vices much like their parents were. Neil and Al knew each other from high school, oftentimes spending nights at the Hargroves kitchen table laughing after many beers about the cars they’d stolen and the broads they shared. Hands around their chests like parentheses to emphasize the breast size of one in particular. 

Billy’s apple didn’t fall far from Neil’s tree, a ladies man but rotten to the core.  However when it came to Eddie and Al, it was almost as if Eddie’s apple was from a different tree entirely, rough on the edges and a little banged up, but the inside was sugary sweet, much tastier than the sour bite Billy’s had to offer. 

You never forgave the blue eyed boy for pushing you off your bike, a scar still etched into your knees, or for chasing you around with a snake he caught by Coolwater Creek. 

Eddie wiped your tears when you cried to him about how mean Billy was. His own brown eyes welling seeing you so upset. He convinced him to leave you alone. And since that day, you were the driving wedge between them at 8 years old and you stayed there up until last year, when the tie that bound them together was ripped apart.

“You’re late Billy-boy,” Mr. Creel sneered, the pierce of his blue eyes shining like heated crystals, “do you not own a watch?”

“Just got in,” Billy said with a yawn, his muscular arms stretching over his head and showcasing his abs when his shirt rode up. 

“I guess I wasn’t aware you had another job.” 

“Oh I’m not paid for this type of manual labor, I do it for free.” He glances over at you and shoots you a wink. And the shiver that shook through you was anything but pleasant. 

Steve rolls his eyes, pulling Nancy into his front and resting his chin on the top of her head. 

Eddie shifts to the side of you that billy is closest too and blocks his view. He made your skin crawl like it was infested with bugs. 

You didn’t like him anymore than he liked you, Heather Holloway was one of the sweetest girls you’d ever met, and to this day you couldn’t figure out why she fell in his traps. He didn’t care about her, only used her to keep his bed warm when he was out doing God knows what with God knows who. His dick was dirtier than a pile of laundry, and he was out of detergent. 

“Let’s not make this a habit, we have a festival to run, and you,” Mr. Creel says, thumbing through a clipboard, “… are on Corn Maze Duty until sun down, then you’re driving the Haunted Hayride like we discussed last week.” 

“Munson, you and Pebbles? Is that a real name?,”

“no,” you say with a laugh, nudging Eddie in the ribs, he was the only one called who still called you that after your moms had decided to dress you both as Pebbles & Bam Bam for Halloween one year, for Eddie, the name stuck, “it's a nickname from when we were— 

“Don’t care.” 

 “You two are on rides, Hairyten—

“It’s Harrington,” Steve interjects but Mr. Creel doesn’t stop.

“.. will take over for you at sundown and then your ‘band’ takes the stage.” 

Billy scoffs around a lit cigarette and Eddie puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you from reaching around him to slap the mustache off his face. 

“Girl Wheeler and R-guy-el are on games… Buckley, you and Hairytoes will be working the ice cream stand, Byers you’re in charge of taking promotional photos. Please make sure the children are smiling. I don’t need any snot nosed little brats blubbering while getting their face painted like a clown, it will drive down sales.” 

Jonathan nods with wide eyes, checking his bag with fumbling fingers making sure he had extra lenses and plenty of film. 

Nancy stands at attention, flipping through her binder full of the game rules, she had been studying it all week, not wanting to give Mr. Creel any sort of assumption that she wasn’t taking her position seriously. 

“Relax Nance,” Steve purred, a little louder than a whisper, “you’re gonna kick ass at this.” 

You didn’t know Steve Harrington was capable of being supportive of another person until Nancy came along. When they first started going out Eddie and you took bets on whether or not it would last. Nancy wasn’t anything like the other trashy girls at your school throwing themselves at King Steve any and every chance they got. 

She was reserved and shy. Pretty in a classy way, minimal makeup needed on her cherub features. And Steve fell hook line and simp er for her. He lost friends, lost his title at school but he didn’t care. He felt unstoppable with Nancy on his arm. 

It made you wish you had a love like theirs, minus the breaking up part, you had dated before but nothing that would last. 

You remember spending a very drunk night with Eddie once on the roof of his trailer, begging him to tell you who he thought was the hottest girl in school. Going through every grade, every single girl from the mathletes to the athletes, the teased hair of Tina down to the short bob of Barb, but he wouldn’t budge. 

“Come on, Eddie .. that was every girl in the school besides Shit teeth O’Donnell.” you laughed and rolled into his chest, spilling beer onto his shirt, your chin sitting on his sternum as he looked at you with a serious stare.

“Not every girl.” 

“Yeah huh,” you poked at his ribs and his armpits only for him to overpower you completely and pin you down, the ends of his hair tickling your cheeks had you squealing. 

“Say uncle or I’m gonna make you piss yourself.” 

“You wouldn’t dare!” 

The dark glint of mischief in his eye wasn’t lost on you,

“D’ you know me at all?” 

The night ended with your jeans and underwear in Eddie’s washing machine, his boxers on your waist after you took a shower and used all of his conditioner. A $3.00 payback for him actually tickling you until you peed yourself, you were just happy Wayne wasn’t home when you waddled through the Munson trailer with wet pants and a hyena laughing Eddie behind you. 

Diversion was his best game, because he never answer your question. 

“Remember.” Mr Creel said pointing to you and Eddie, “two minute rides if there isn’t a line, one minute rides sounds perfectly fine, three minutes and they’ll puke on the floor, 4 minutes and you’re at Satan’s door.” 

He recited the creepy poem without blinking, simply looking from your face and back to Eddie’s, a grim smile on his Curt lips. When he was through he turned on his heel and walked away, snapping at Heather and Chrissy to get to the face painting station. 

“Well that wasn’t weird at all.” Eddie said, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised into his frizzy bangs, clearing his throat. 

“Yeah no shit,” Steve grimaced, “such a weird mother fucker.”

Nancy shut her binder and spoke to you, “sorry about last night— I think I’m just a little stressed.” 

“No worries, Nance, Eddie ended up staying at my place and we smoked a bit and went to sleep.”

“Don’t forget about that weird shit with the streetlights,” Eddie chimed in. 

“Streetlights?” Jonathan asked you, “what about ‘em?” 

“Nah man it’s cool,” Eddie chirped in, lighting a cigarette and offering it to Jonathan, “Pebs and I smoked a little too much, thought we saw some weird shit, that’s all.” 

“Well, my lights went out last night, went outside to check it out and the whole street was dark.” 

Maybe you weren’t high as fuck lastnight on Rick’s Redrum. What if there was actually something strange going on. 

“Did they turn red and explode?” you ask him, trying not to seem too alarmed that someone else who wasn’t high and on the complete opposite side of town experienced the weird lights. 

He picks a scab on his arm between blunt fingernails, uninterested in the conversation, “no idea, just noticed they were burnt out..didn’t see anything else, but hey, I’ll see you guys later okay, I forgot my wallet.” 

With that he turns and leaves, holding his satchel close to his body so the expensive camera attachments don’t break. 

Steve and Nancy kiss each other goodbye and Argyle steps forward to Steve batting his eyelashes, “what about me handsome?” He laughs before Steve can smile awkwardly and walks beside Nancy, asking about her new Reeboks. 

“Six months since we played truth or dare at Munson’s and that guy won’t let it go,” Steve says, shaking his head, “see ya later, don’t have too much fun,” with that he grabs Robin’s elbow and directs her towards the Scoops Ahoy stand. 

Eddie laughs at the memory of a peachy cheeked Steve leaning in to press his lips to Argyle’s. A dare that had Nancy in tears, and had you comforting her for an entire week. 

It was the same night that you had drunk almost an entire handle of vodka and woke up naked in Eddie’s bed, next to Jonathan. 

To this day you don’t remember what happened. 

You left in a hurry when you woke and realized the sleeping body next to you was not only naked but belonged to Jonathan Byers, and you didn’t have any panties on. 

Grabbing your clothes and shoving your feet into your shoes, you stepped over Argyle’s cocooned form in the hallway— using the bathroom rug as a blanket. 

Tiptoeing over the squeaky parts of the linoleum floor you made a glance to the living room and saw that Eddie was sawing logs in Wayne’s recliner. 

You felt dirty, full of shame and guilt as you looked at him forlornly, not able to nail down why you had felt that way. Eddie and you were friends, nothing more than that. 

The door shut behind you in a quiet creak and you sped home as fast as you could, bleary eyed and confused. 

Thankfully, Jonathan wasn’t upset when you told him the next day that you didn’t remember what had happened, and he was relieved, chuckling with a hand on the back of his neck, because he hadn’t remembered that night either. 

You vowed to never tell a soul about that night, and you waited for Eddie to ask you about it, to make some crack about him finding your panties in his room, but he never spoke a word of it. 

You stifle a nervous laugh, “yeah that night was crazy.” 

“yeah no shit, Wayne’s still mad that I ruined his cowboy boots.” 

You smack his chest with the keys, laughing at the memory of his white ass and wild hair running down the dirt road, wearing only Wayne’s boots and his cowboy hat to cover his dignity, the first dare of the night, “c’mon, Munson, I’ll race ya.” 

-

The day flew by, people came from all around to shove their asses into the metal seats of the rides you and Eddie were in charge of. 

Kids of all ages ate melty ice cream and got their faces painted into princesses, witches, pumpkins and spooky ghouls and goblins. 

Eddie’s little gaggle of DnD buddies from high school ran through the carnival like they owned the place. Hootin’ and hollerin’ making themselves look like a bunch of assholes, and you wondered if he sometimes missed that part of being in school. 

Steve and Robin were fending off Erica Sinclair and her many attempts at getting free samples, but realizing if they did give her what she wanted, they’d run out of ice cream and have to close up earlier than expected. Erica Sinclair would later leave the carnival with a sugar high and a stomach ache. 

Argyle gave away the giant stuffed bear on the first ring toss game, earning him a psychotic look from Creel and whiny kids all day not having anything to look forward to when they won, but nothing a few coupons to Surfer Boy Pizza wouldn’t fix when the parents got involved. Nancy was almost in tears at the way Argyle didn’t follow the rules and his dude-like approach to the day's events. 

—

Robin was in a mood, her normal chaotic rambling mouth self was eerily quiet today. An abnormality for the freckled face girl. And Steve was doing what any normal best friend would; hounding her on what the hell was going on. 

“Drop it pretty boy, I mean it I am fine!” She tossed the ice cream scoop back into the carton container and slammed the freezer door, huffing and lighting a cigarette. 

He saw the way her demeanor changed when Vickie showed up to the carnival with her boyfriend. The same boyfriend who Vickie had promised Robin that she had dumped months beforehand. 

Steve watched as Robin’s eyes flashed with hurt and anger as Vickie sauntered up to the Scoops Ahoy booth, no look of guilt or shame anywhere on her porcelain features, she acted completely oblivious to Robin’s behavior, like she had never even met her before. 

“She’s a bitch Robin,” Steve jabbed, hooking a thumb over his shoulder and wiggling his keys,  "I'll go run her over with my car right now if that’d make you feel better.” 

She had to admit, watching the light leave Vickie’s eyes might make her feel better. The crushing of her bones would play like a symphony in her head. She wanted her to hurt just as much as she was right now. 

“Nah,” Robin says shaking her head, “not worth it, let’s just get day drunk instead, or better yet,” she pushed her ass onto the counter, and swung her hips out to the opening, her long legs hitting the dirt and crunching beneath her converse, “is Argyle still working games with Nance?” 

—

“That’s what I’m sayin’ man, fuckin’ aliens and shit,” Argyle says with blood shot eyes, “this town, it’s crawlin with em, you’re not one of them are you, Byers?” 

Argyle was on one of his many pot induced tangents about aliens and monsters. It was hard to tell if he was just high or if he truly believed in multi dimensional beings that walked the same paths we did but were hidden from us by the government. 

“I think,” Jonathan says, adjusting his camera around his neck and holding it to eye level, “that you spend too much time with Munson,” he angled the camera just right and snapped the shutter button. Capturing candids of kids throwing softballs at steel milk jugs set into a triangle.  

Argyle wipes his upper lip and throws a braided lengthy lock behind his shoulder, “and how do you know Eddie is wrong? M-Maybe Dungeons & Dragons is real. And the dice is like, the days we have left,” his eyes widen further as he licks at his lips absentmindedly, rambling on, “Eddie’s putting us all into little situations, so he’s like a- a god or a master! Like figurines and shit…”

Jonathan tries his best to drown out Argyle’s stoned ‘epiphanies’ knowing all too well the rabbit hole he’d fall down and wouldn't be able to see the light of day until the lasting effects of purple palm tree delight subsided. 

Argyle’s eyes go wide, “…yeah I hope I got a long sword or something, I’ll definitely need it.” 

“DnD isn’t real,” Jonathan huffs in annoyance, “it’s a fantasy game, one designed to make you think outside of normal everyday life, at least that’s what Will says.” 

“Will the Wise,” Robin calls from behind them, her long fingers tangled in her hair, trying to put her short cut into two little ponytails, “isn’t that what they call him?” 

Jonathan nods, “yeah, yeah it is.” A smile of appreciation on his face, “how’s ice cream going? I saw Vickie… sorry.”

“Love that kid, and yeah that’s why I’m here, need to forget,” she says leaning against the softball toss, the toe of sneaker catching the knee of Argyle’s colorful pants, her forefinger and thumb up to her lips, “you carrying today or do I actually have to pay Munson?” 

“Nah little birdy, I’m all out,” Argyle says with eyelids half closed, “but I heard Rick’s runnin’ some new shit, kinda psychedelic like.” 

—

By six in the afternoon, Eddie was crabby and ready for Steve to take over. His hair was sweaty and a bandana was tied around his head. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, showing off his muscles and the tattoos on his arms. 

“Take it easy with this shit, ‘m serious,” Eddie says passing Robin the joint and pocketing the cash, “we saw some weird shit last night after smoking, just go to the woods or somethin where no one will see you.” 

Robins fingers clasp the paper of the joint and hold it into a loose fist, she bows and salutes Eddie, “Aye aye cap’n, I promise, I’ll be good.” 

He watched her leave and shook his head. He didn’t know the entire ins and outs of Robin’s relationship with Vickie, but he knew enough that Robin was hurt more than she was happy, and he felt bad for her. 

At least Robin was brave enough to be her true self. Eddie couldn’t even tell the girl he had a crush on for years that he liked her. 

“These kids are fucking assholes,” he said to you when you brought him a lemonade and bummed him a smoke, “yeah I’m talking to you Mayfield, shouldn’t even be on this ride with two broken arms but what the hell do I know?” 

The redhead flipped him a double bird and yelled out, fucker! as her basket on the Zipper spun faster and faster. 

“Were we like this sophomore year?” Eddie asks you around a puff of smoke. 

“Oh absolutely not,” you said matter of factly, “we were worse.” A smile breaks from your lips and Eddie returns it, only his crinkled out your favorite dimple. 

“Fuck man,” he exhaled, hitting a random button on the ride, and raising his eyebrows when it beeped back at him and shook the baskets loudly, “this whole town still thinks I did that shit to Higgin’s dog.” 

It wasn’t a secret what had happened. And as much as everyone swore it was Eddie who did that heinous crime, he was with you that night, stealing cartons of cigarettes from the gas station while the attendant was busy trying to get your number and look down your shirt. 

You knew Eddie was innocent but the town wasn’t convinced, even Wayne questioned him for a while about it. But Eddie wouldn’t squeal on you, knowing that you were just as guilty as he was, and he wouldn’t tarnish your squeaky clean reputation. Not even to save himself. 

“We know the truth, and that’s what matters,” you breathe, stealing the cigarette from his hands and placing it into your mouth. 

Eddie shakes his head, “yeah I know, just wish we knew who did do it.” 

“Ri runno Raggy,” you said using your best Scooby Doo impression, “rits a rystery.” 

Eddie chuckles and shows you his dimples again, a pretty blush painted on his cheeks, “you can always get me to laugh, even when I’m pissed the fuck off at some little shits.” 

He plucks the rest of the cigarette from your lips and takes the last drag between his thumb and forefinger before flicking it off into the dirt. 

He brushes an eyelash from your cheek with his knuckle, and he holds it there for a bit, unconsciously licks at his lips,  “That’s why you’re my favorite,” he admits for the one hundredth time, but it still felt good to hear. Still made your stomach somersault and the glittery butterflies flutter. 

Before you can say anything the kids on Eddie’s ride start screaming to get off, having been spinning upside down for over the time limit. Satan’s door according to Creel. 

“Shit,” he mutters before turning the ride down, the heat on your cheeks and the burn from his finger still there. 

—

“c’mon I know you wanna,” the clink of his flask unscrewing followed by the chugging slurp from his throat burned her ears, but not more than the red pock marks on her forearm from his cigarette ashes.

She didn’t want to lose him, she knew how lucky she was that he tolerated her and kept her around. After all he only fucked the other girls to piss off their boyfriends. But she meant something to him. Right? 

“Are you sure no one will see us?” She was used to the thrill of being with Billy, mistaking the fight or flight feeling for adoration, the crazed look in his eye for lust. 

He was everything all the other guys in Hawkins were not. A legendary bad boy. All leather jackets and tight jeans, the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen, a fast car that smelled of musky cologne, cigarettes and sex on Friday nights. 

He had shown her things only seen in movies, hickied her up in spots that only he would see, and fucked her in places that would make Satan himself jealous. 

Heather Holloway was completely wrapped up in everything Billy Hargrove brought to the table, only to be leaving starved for more. 

“Who fuckin’ cares,” he grunts, lighting a cigarette and blowing it towards the orange painted sky, “ain’t nothin’ they haven’t seen before.” 

She obeyed like she always did, a simple okay Billy and she was on her knees in the soft upturned soil, nothing but a single row of pale yellowing corn stalks behind her, rustling against the breeze and knocking against one another in a broken violin screech. 

She adjusts her dark curls away from her face, and waits with an eager mouth for what he has to offer. The teeth of his zipper purr as he undoes his pants, holding a thick meaty cock up to her pretty lipgloss smile. 

He’s putty in her hands, rocking his hips up to shove himself further into her mouth, and he groans when he falls into her wet throat. 

Fuck Heather, that’s it. 

He doesn’t hear the scraping of the corn leaves on a quiet shoulder, or the way the dirt crumbles underneath footsteps. He’s high above it, drunk on the feel of his dick in Heather's mouth, and the slight graze of her teeth against his shaft. 

The blade is dull, taking much effort to slice through the muscles of Billy’s back and angling upwards beneath his ribs into his lungs.

Billy gags and gurgles on his own blood, noises that could be easily mistaken for pleasure. The knife is unsheathed and slid across Billy’s throat in a fluid motion spilling claret colored blood down the front of his shirt, he’s dead before he hits the ground. 

Heather is frozen with fear, she lets out a scream that’s stopped cold by the blade puncturing her temple, her lifeless body falling to the soft ground with a thud. 

The blade is wiped clean. Any blood splatters are left on the mask and hidden in the tree line, their lifeless bodies are stuffed further into the corn maze, vacant expressions on their cold faces. 

—

“… Jesus Christ.” 

“Beautiful isn’t it?” 

Standing 10 feet tall and brandishing slick, gray translucent skin, the flower head shaped monster screeched at the sight and smell of blood pumping, racing.

“Exactly how he described, I can't believe the tunnel leads here.” 

“The tunnels are all over Hawkins, he designed it, just like they said he would. Now c’mon, sun is about to set and I need help figuring out this code, son-of-a-bitch wrote it like a damn puzzle.”

—

Eddie wasn’t kidding, the strain was powerful. Robin was walking in a dream land of brownie covered ground and licorice grass. She was seeing things;  beautiful, ominous, things she wouldn’t be able to describe. 

And she knew she was high when she heard a high pitch scream from the corn field on her right— damn this shit was good. 

Her face was sticky and so were her hands, the sky spun above her as she laid flat on the cake bed ground, watching the tangerine soda sky as it shifted above her like a kaleidoscope. 

But no matter how many times she blinked her eyes, one piece of the dream never blurred away. A figure standing straight in the air below a tree branch. 

Upon further eye squinting, Robin realized she recognized it to be someone she knew very well. 

She had seen those eyes before. She had felt those hands on her skin. And the gold ring on the delicate middle finger looked way too familiar to just be a coincidence. 

But there wasn’t any way that this could be real, just a prop for a good gag right, or the everlasting effect of the funny smelling joint from Eddie. 

Because why was Vickie standing stone still..? With a large knotted necklace around her pretty neck, covered in red paint, and why wasn’t she moving? 

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part 3: THE ROCKSTAR AND THE REDLIGHTS

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Reader has a love hate relation ship with her superior but thinks nothing will come of it until one night at a Halloween party.

Word Count: 4,368

Warnings: 18+, smut, no condoms, dirty talk

One thing that always bothered you in your career is when people asked why you joined the military. Or what drew you to it. Some people answer because of college, career opportunity, or even because of the experience. But not you. You chose it because you didn’t know what you wanted to do with your life. You thought you had enough time in highschool to decide what you wanted to do with the rest of your life. But unfortunately senior year came and went and you still had no idea what you wanted to do. Of course you could’ve gone to community college or taken a leap year. To you though, that just felt like procrastination. You wanted to at least be doing something valuable with your time and energy. Instead of getting a minimum wage job or taking classes you didn’t care for. There wasn’t anything wrong with either of those things, but to you it wasn’t what you wanted. So when people asked why you joined, you would just answer “because I didn’t have anything else to do.” They either laugh or are taken aback by the dry answer. You didn’t care either way considering you’re now a year in, working on two degrees, have decent benefits, and pay is good for your field. And most importantly you found something you wanted to do with your life. But of course there are always downsides to good things. Your one downside? Steve motherfucking Rogers. 

Sergeant Rogers. Where do you start when describing him? Is it the fake personality he puts on or is it the pretentious demeanor he parades around. Either way you can’t stand that man no matter how long you’ve known him or worked with him. He’s always nice to everyone, smiles all around, joking non stop. But to you it’s the complete opposite. Its blunt comments, ridiculous requests when it comes to work, and a rude attitude. But that’s not the worst part. The problem is how no matter what he says or does, you still find him undeniably attractive. Perhaps there’s a bit of sadism in how much you enjoy the hateful relationship you give each other. Like cat and mouse but with spiteful words and crude comments. It’s like an adrenaline rush when you two are around each other. Heated words, sexual tension, and hatred. But of course you’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing what you actually think. For all he will ever know is how much you despise him and his stupid self. 

The coffee maker whirs alive as it begins brewing a single cup in your favorite mug you keep at work. Natasha’s words are in the background describing the Halloween party you and her are throwing and what all you need to gather for it.

“Do you think it’s too much?” She asks as she pours creamer into her own mug. Referring to the matching costumes she picked out for the two of you. Strawberry shortcake characters, or as the website cited “berry babes.”

“No, I like it, it’s cute. But I am not wearing that hat.” You sit your mug down as you shake your head at the silly headwear. In your defense it looked like what the mom from the Berenstain’s Bears would wear. 

“Fair enough, but you have to at least carry a basket for the pictures. We didn’t get any last year.” Natasha refers to the two of you last Halloween being plastered before midnight. You and her forgot your tolerance and went overboard. 

“Yeah, yeah I know. It’s not my fault you make strong drinks.” You joke with a smile.

 She holds her hands up in defense replying, “it helps when  I can taste it so I know I’m getting my worth. What’s the point of drinking if you don't get drunk.” 

She made a very good point that morning.

You’re in the middle of finishing up a small task when your phone buzzes. A notification from Natasha appears with the message:

Sgt. Rogers wants to see you

You reply with the eyeroll emoji already annoyed with having to see him. You don’t have the best record with how often you’re in trouble. More so how often he likes to say that you’re in trouble. It usually is never that serious but he enjoys threatening you with consequences as well as giving you bullshit tasks when he’s pushed. It’s usually because of your quick witted remarks and your attitude as well. Which you never noticed a problem with but you enjoy getting him upset when he starts it. This is annoying alone cause this probably could have been an email. He just loves to make your job harder than it needs to be. 

She replies back with a laugh reaction knowing how he can be towards you. You figure it will either be a petty remark about something you did or about work that needs to be finished or redone. He loves to have you do work he could finish himself.  Sometimes you wonder if you’re working for the army or just as his personal assistant with the way he acts. Not putting too much worry on yourself you head to his office hoping it won’t take long. He knows you don’t like doing stuff before lunch. And you’re due for lunch in less than 10. Right on par for Rogers. 

Your knock is small when you reach the door hoping he doesn’t hear it. Maybe you could email him and say you tried to come by earlier. But of course nothing gets past him.

“Come in,” Rogers says as you brace yourself before entering. 

“You wanted to see me.” Your tone is more a statement hoping to come across as ‘hurry up I have to get to lunch in 5 or else I’ll be hangry’. You only had a coffee for breakfast after all.

“I was hoping to discuss the schedule change you made.” He moves his mouse around assuming he’s checking your request form.

You sit down as you answer “oh yeah, I figured I have enough personal time that I could have off since it is a Friday.”

 Truthfully you haven’t had time off in forever it felt like and rarely had to even use sick days. You figured getting off early for Friday would be good since you would be able to help set up for the party and have an early day. 

“Yeah I don’t know about that. I figured we’ll need someone for a few things.” His reply makes your stomach drop. 

No fucking way, I earned that time off is what you wanted to say but all you could muster was “excuse me?” 

He smirks as he sees you getting annoyed. “I know you requested it but what can I do? I may need someone here and well, it’s your job.”

You lean forward in the chair sitting becoming frustrated, “I requested my day off over a month ago. I do not take time off nor do I ever not get my work done.I think I should be approved. Besides there is nothing on Friday that needs to be done that can’t be done Thursday or wait until Monday to be finished.” 

He hums in disagreement, “you know another thing I should also bring up is that attitude problem of yours.” 

He gets up from his position as he walks over to you as he continues, “I think your problem is that you have an issue with being obedient and abiding by the rules.” 

You’re almost taken aback by his statement and without thinking say “I think your problem is that your power drunk and try to belittle me to make your job a little more interesting. If I can’t have leave approved, fine but don’t expect me to come in Friday because I think I’m coming down with something.” You almost want to fake a cough to add to the matter.

He leans over you, hands on either side of you trapping you in his presence. His voice is low and almost harsh “and that mouth of yours right there is what keeps you in trouble.” 

There’s a hint of playfulness in your voice when you say “I know.” You push your chest out challenging him against his authority. Trying to get closer to him. Half of you wanting to piss him off and the other half wanting to be as close as possible.  His eyes travel from yours to then to your body. There’s a thick tension that hangs in the air as you wait for his next move.

He leans his head down, lips brushed against your ear sending goosebumps down your spine, “don’t start what you can’t finish (Y/N)” his tone is stern and serious. It almost makes you want to see how far you can go with him. 

Just as you plan your next move he speaks again “you’re dismissed.” Just like that he’s back to how he was before.

Your phone speaker blares music as you finish getting ready for the party. Just a few touches to your makeup and hair and you’ll be finished. Thursday has arrived for a night of drinking, dancing, and having fun with friends. Even though you’ve been looking forward to tonight, your mind has been occupied. You haven’t forgotten about the little episode with your sergeant. It’s really all you’ve thought about since it happened earlier this week. You couldn’t believe it actually happened. So close to fulfilling that fantasy of yours yet still on edge. Unfortunately though you didn’t see him much this week. Which made it worse since you couldn’t tell if he was serious about the interaction or just playing a joke to make you feel weak. Either way you’ve decided tonight to push any thought of what happened away. 

Around 9pm is when the party started with a house full of people, drinks being handed out, and music becoming increasingly louder the more people drank. You made yourself a drink not too long ago and plan on nursing on it for a while. Not wanting to repeat last year's activities of course. You’re filling a punch bowl up with a cocktail mixture as Natatasha walks in very giddy.

“Don’t tell me you took shots without me. I thought we were taking it semi slow until later.” You say jokingly pouring some off brand cranberry pineapple juice into the large bowl.

“Please, I was there too. I do not want to be laid over a toilet bowl with an ice pack on my head again.” She says looking for a handle to put in the bowl.

“So if it’s not the alcohol talking then I assume you’re excited for a guy, Bucky I assume, am I getting warmer?” Anytime she likes a guy she always has the same grin and walk when she walks about him or on her mind. 

“You’re hot. He said he was able to make it. He even said he’ll bring a few friends.” Her voice is excited as she speaks about him. You know what that means, matchmaker. 

“You know my thing. I never want to get involved with guy friends in case anything goes south.” Nothing worse than double dating and there’s a falling out to make everything awkward.

“Oh you’re just upset because Rogers hasn’t bent you over yet.” You softly slap her arm as you gasp dramatically.

“Hey, that’s different. If that ever goes wrong I can always transfer. Or ya know, completely change my identity and name and never be seen again.” Half of that was true. That would be mortifying if his plan was just joking with no intentions of pursuing you like you do for him. 

“I’m just saying. You two have been playing this cat and mouse game for a little bit. I think you should just go for it.” She transfers a few cups to the table organizing a few things.

“Maybe but I don’t know how I would even go about it. I don’t want him to laugh in my face or worse, pretend like it never happened.” She rolls her eyes at your exaggeration .

“Are you kidding me? For a year or so you two have been at each other. The suggestive remarks, the not so little glances, plus the promotions you’ve gotten even though we both know you haven’t been there long ago to receive. No offense.” You nod in agreement understanding where she’s coming from as she continues. “All I am saying is he must at least like you a little.”

You roll your eyes asking playfully, “you think so?” 

“I may tell a joke but I’ll never tell a lie.” You hug each other thanking her as she pulls away to answer her phone. 

She holds a finger up as she answers, “hey! Yeah just wherever you can find parking.” She trails off as she leaves the kitchen to help find parking for whoever is on the other line. 

Two drinks in you’re already feeling a buzz making you feel fuzzy and warm. You and Wanda are in the middle of a conversation when Nat pulls your attention away. 

“Can I steal her for a moment? I wanted you to meet Bucky.”  You’ve been excited to meet him with how long they’ve been talking (a few months). It’s rare she dates seriously so he must be something. 

She holds your arm making your way to the front entrance of your shared home. You find a brunette man putting his belongings in his coat before hanging it up. 

“Nice.” You whisper to her as you check him out.

“I know right, who would’ve thought I would meet someone in a grocery store of all places.” He asked her out by using some lines about if she liked grapes or something. Corny but cute at least it wasn’t a dating app.

“Bucky this is Y/N, Y/N Bucky.” You shake his hand telling him you’re glad he could make it and to make himself at home.

“Thank you, I’ve heard a lot about you. Natasha really seems to look up to you.” He says in a genuine tone.

You pout your lip out at her, as she sticks her tongue out at you “aw that’s too sweet. I can say the same to you.” 

Before any more conversation can be made the front door opens revealing none other than Steve Rogers. You feel like your buzz is making your heart race 2x as worse with how fast your heart is beating. 

“Hope you don’t mind, I invited a friend. I figured since it’s a party the more the merrier right.” Bucky says as he introduces Steve. You know right now would be a good time to have already been hammered. 

Nat finds you in the kitchen pouring shots.

“Please don’t be mad. I didn’t know he was friends with him.”

You stare at her, giving her another chance to change her answer.

“Okay I did but I thought it would be a good thing. You know relationships are different inside and outside of work.” She says trying to make light of the situation.

“I’m not mad. Maybe a little but more so nervous. I’ve never seen him outside of work let alone hung out with him. Should I try to conversate or should I just ignore him? I mean what if-?” 

She  cuts you off before you can finish your sentence “You say he ‘hates you’ but we both know that men are only mean to women when it comes down to two things. They either find them ugly or they want to fuck them. And you are nowhere near the first choice. I mean look at you, very few can pull off a bulky army uniform yet alone tonight. You look irresistible.” 

“You know what, you’re right. I am hot” you say hyping yourself up as you continue  “I’m not going to make any moves though. If he wants me, he can finish what he started.” You take a shot with Nat before making your way back to the party.

You, Wanda, and Natasha find yourselves making a circle with one another. Bodies moving with the beat of the music. With the alcohol running through your system and the party music in your ears you let yourself loose. 

“Do you know that guy over there?” Wanda asks you as she directs your eyes to a few guys in the corner of the living room talking.

“Which one?” you turn around asking confused. Finding Steve staring at you then quickly looking away.

“Tall blonde one. He’s been looking over a lot at you.” You laugh a little at her answer.

“That’s my sergeant. The one I told you about.” You and the girls laugh as he looks over again making a confused face. 

“Don’t look now but he’s coming over here.” Wanda begins to back up to give you a little space as he approaches.

“Oh don’t worry about him, he’s not going to do anything.” You say insinuating he’s a coward.

“Do you girls mind if I steal her away for a minute?” His tone is firm as he grabs your arm not caring of their answer.

“She’s all yours” Nat says as she and Wanda make kissing faces at you as he drags you away from them.

“Where’s your room?” You roll your eyes.

“No hello, or how are you? If you need the bathroom there’s one near the kitchen.” You say snapping at him.

“I’m not asking again.” You direct him near a hallway showing him.

“Why do you need it?” You ask as he opens your door, almost throwing the both of you in it.

“Hey you could at least take me out first.” Your joke doesn’t land as he grabs you closely. His face is so close to yours you can smell the gum and beer mixture on his breath.

“I’ll take you out after but first I want to show you I will do something. Especially about that bratty attitude of yours.” You're taken aback as you feel like this can’t be real until you hear his button pop and zipper become undone.

“No amount of extra work I give you or threats ever close that mouth of yours but I know what will.” He has a smug look on his face as he pushes his jeans down proudly showing his hard on.

“Down, now.” He commands as you instinctually get on your knees. Letting the plush carpet support you. You look up at him as he nods for you to continue going. He finds his hands in your hair as you slip your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and peel them down. His cock is almost intimidating with how thick it is. 

He taps your lips with the tip as if he’s asking for an invitation to open. You of course obliged as he slowly pushes his cock into your mouth. Making sure not to go too fast or too rough. He mumbles something to himself as you close your eyes as you welcome the heaviness on your tongue.

“Oh fuck, that’s it. Good girl.” His voice is almost a whisper as he finds his hands guiding the back of your head. 

Your mouth mainly focuses on the head finding precum already waiting for you. The saliva and precum make it easier for you to take him but not enough with how thick he is. You're thankful that he isn’t too rough with his pace as he pushes himself a little more into your mouth.

“Don’t worry. I know bunnies aren't able to take too much.” You use that to fuel your next move. 

You breathe in as much as you can before swallowing all of him. You feel out of breath but the pain is nothing compared to how proud you feel pleasuring him. He doubles over a little as he rocks his hips. He grips your head harder as he pulls out halfway before quickly shoving himself back in. Your drool is dripping from your mouth as your eyes water, no doubt that your eye makeup is smearing. Your gags are like music to his ears. He doesn’t seem to care about you at this moment as he uses your mouth like a sex toy.

“Fuck you’re so good. I could fuck your mouth forever.” He says finally giving one last thrust as he pulls out leaving his cock shiny with spit and precum. You go to wipe your mouth with your hand but he stops you.

“Leave it. I want to see you ruined.” He pulls you back up to your feet, thankful that your knees aren’t hurting anymore.

He kisses you not caring about the wetness as he finds the hem of the dress going underneath it.

“I always wondered what kind of panties you wore.” He says in between the kisses. He finds a surprise as he realizes no panties are to be found. He smacks your ass making you gasp.

“No panties? Should've known a slut like you wouldn’t wear them.” He rubs his fingers over your wet slit letting them soak in your wetness before applying pressure to your clit.

“If you would’ve fucked me the other day you would’ve seen I mostly wear thongs.” Your voice is smaller as he rubs circular motions around your clit.

“Trust me if the office had been empty I would’ve fucked you so hard the only words you would’ve remembered were yes sir.” His fingers stretch your hole as you buckle underneath him.

“I haven’t even started yet. You're already getting stupid on my fingers bunny?” His tone is condescending as you can only nod watching him use you, exposing you in the most intimate way. 

Without exchanging words he tosses you on the bed. He takes his shirt off before climbing on top of you. 

“I’m going to say this once. I respect you, but what I’m about to do is going to show no mercy. Do you understand?” His eyes are locked with yours as you nod, responding “yes sir.”

With a verbal agreement he pushes the straps off your costume and helps pull the top off of you leaving you bare underneath him. He grabs the small of your neck kissing you while his other hand finds your breasts and pinches your nipples before slapping them harshly. You cuss as he smiles in between the kisses. You grind against him, making his thigh wet as his fingers find your hole again letting them in eagerly. You whine as his thick fingers lock around him. 

“That feels so good.” You moan, laying your head on the pillow.

“Gotta make sure you can take me.” He says taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. He bites it gently before pulling both his mouth away and his fingers.

He positions himself between your legs. Grabbing the base of his cock he slips it between your lips letting it become wet. His tip rubs your clit after each pass making it swollen. He repeats it a few times before lining himself up with your wet hole. He rests one hand on your bent knee while the other guides his shaft. You feel yourself fall apart as he slowly enters. The words ‘oh my god’ fall from your mouth as he stretches you and fills you up.

You both watch his cock sink into you. He spreads your lower half to help himself go deeper until he’s left with nothing. He begins moving as your g-spot is already beginning to be bullied. You grab onto his forearms to stabilize yourself from his brutal thrusts.

“You feel like absolute heaven.” He says leaning down to kiss your ear then nipping it.

“Your cock- you feel so good.” You stutter through your words.

“You’re the tightest little bunny I’ve ever gotten the pleasure to use.” His words send a shock through you making you dizzy.

He leans back up giving you one last kiss as he sits back up. His muscular thighs lay under your behalf creating a deepend position. Your wide position makes it easier to pound into you. You use one of your hands to rub your clit as he hate fucks you into the mattress. You can feel how wet you are by the slickness of your ass and his thighs. The sounds of your moans and wetness fill the room competing with the loud music throughout the party. 

“Your little cunt can’t get enough of me. Sucking my cock so eagerly.” He says slapping the inside of your thigh. You whine at his vulgar words. 

“Mm I never want to use my fingers again, only your cock,” referring to the countless times you masturbated to him. 

“Yeah, you can have my cock whenever you want bunny.” His thrusts begin to become slower as he gets closer to an orgasm. 

You speed up with your fingers as he angles his hips to pound your g-spot. Your body aching wanting to come around his cock. He grabs your legs, pressing your knees into you as he fucks himself into you. Using your wet tight hole as nothing but an object. You grab one of your breasts to toy with as he whines frustrated. The pleasure running through him as he stares down at your body. Regretful he spent nights with his hand when it could’ve been you.

“You were made for me.” He says in between thrusts as you come around cock milking the cum out of him filling you up.

You and him lay in silence for a while. The only sounds being the music and the buzzing fan in the background. 

“I approve you.” He says after a while.

“Of what?” You say turning towards him.

“Of your day off. I’m not done with you yet and by the time I will finish I don’t think either of us will step foot in work tomorrow.” He laughs as you roll your eyes, throwing a pillow at him. He knew you weren’t coming in anyway. You were also probably not getting that photo with Natasha either. 

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HL2 Discussion Post

Figured it would be fun to make a little post about the sequel and say what I’m looking forward to/hope to see from it, and everyone else can reblog or comment with what they hope to see!

DIRECT SEQUEL!! This is the most important one to me. I want to continue with the same storyline and the same characters.

ROMANCE! I feel like they will implement this just because of how much everyone has been asking for it. Not even just romance, it would be cool to have friendship meters as well so we can see if someone is just an acquaintance all the way to a close friend.

DECISIONS THAT MATTER! I know we technically can make decisions in this game, but they don’t change anything except a few lines of dialogue. I want actual impact. I want our decisions to change what can happen, or change our friendship/relationship with the characters.

MORE CLASSES! I honestly wouldn’t mind if they had us repeat activities in classes for the same class (like if we got another potions class and again had to go through the same motions to brew a potion), because realistically speaking we would be going to the same class multiple times and doing basically the same things.

DEMENTORS! I’d love to learn the patronus charm and be able to use it on them. Maybe it could be like a POA situation where a prisoner escaped and dementors are around the grounds? I know there’s a shit ton of patronuses and it’s a lot of work to animate them, so I wouldn’t even be upset if there were only like 10 to pick from.

QUIDDITCH! This may not end up being a thing because of the other Quidditch game coming out, but I still hope it is. Even if we ourselves can’t play it, it would still be a cool little immersive activity to sit on the stands and be able to watch a Quidditch game play out. Also beater!Sebastian

DIAGON ALLEY! Going back as sixth years, we need to get our supplies so it’s a perfect way include it in the game! Imagine going with Seb, Ominis, Poppy, and Natty in the beginning of the game! Walking around and getting our supplies just like we did in the Hogsmeade quest.

CHRISTMAS AND/OR HALLOWEEN EVENTS! Imagine if we could actually celebrate those holidays in the game! Exchanging gifts with our friends (going to Hogsmeade to shop for them, and maybe we have a choice of like 10ish items and we have to pick one for each friend we think they’d like best, and they have a different reaction programmed for each gift we can give them, and it could impact how much the friendship/relationship meter goes up), and they give us a gift based on our play style or level of closeness to them?

PETS!! We know pets were supposed to be in this game so I feel like they might make the cut the second time around. Just imagine having your own cat or owl! So cute!

COMPANIONS! And I mean without needing a mod to make it happen!

RESOLUTION FOR THE SEBASTIAN STORYLINE! Ok so I feel like this one is a given assuming it’ll be a direct sequel but I still wanted to mention it. I hope we can cure Anne somehow, whether it be actually us doing it or finding something with Sebastian. Also see how Sebastian is dealing with the murder, and coping without Anne, and hopefully seeing them get along again. Anne coming back to Hogwarts too if she’s cured!

LET US SIT AND SLEEP! Especially in the Great Hall! Doesn’t need to be a frequent thing, but maybe like once a season we have a little scene with our MC sitting in there having dinner with friends in their house? NPCs need to sleep at night too!

NO MORE MERLIN TRIALS!! I never wanna do a Merlin Trial ever again. I hate the process of having to do a bunch of repetitive, tedious tasks just to unlock stuff.

MORE LOCATIONS! I don’t mean the Highlands, I mean London, the Ministry of Magic, Diagon Alley, etc. Would be cool to get to visit each of these locations at least once.

HOUSE POINTS! Give us a house points system where we can have points given or taken away from us! I guess this could kind of double as a morality system too?

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Til I'm Drunk Loved Up In Your Kiss

Kinktober Day 31: Mask Kink

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem Original Character

Warnings: Smut, PiV, Rough sex (Dean gets smacked like, 2 times), clothed sex

Summary: Dean reaps the reward when Tori gets a little too close to a certain demonic friend who spills some secrets

Word Count: 2221

Authors Note: Title is a lyric from the song You Belong to Me by Cat Pierce and the fic is inspired by this post from @cheynovak

Happy Halloween! Stay creepy, lovelies!

Tag List: @zepskies @king-of-milf-lovers @nightxcreature

All Hallows Eve. A holiday enjoyed by kids and adults alike, albeit with different activities. Adult Halloween activities varied wildly from going door to door begging for candy while dressed in costumes in the likeness of Disney characters, superheros or animals. Well, technically they still wore costumes, but they didn’t beg for candy from strangers anymore, they bought it with their own hard earned cash. It wasn’t like kids were trick or treating at the big, decrepit warehouse that sat above the Men of Letters bunker, so there was no need to decorate the outside. Inside was a different story. Tori and Sam had ganged up on him, insisting they throw a Halloween party for them and their other friends from out of state (And from beyond the Earthly plane). He’d been primed to say no, but damn Tori for giving him those eyes of hers that instantly had him caving, reluctantly agreeing to the plan. 

All month the three of them had accumulated enough decorations to put Spirit Halloween to shame. He was half convinced Tori had raided every one in a 10 mile radius with the amount of decor and themed crap she’d brought back with her. The night before, once their friends had started to arrive, Tori and his brother practically never left the kitchen, brewing up delicious smelling desserts and finger foods (literally, Tori had concocted a snack made of mini sausages that looked like gnarled fingers). All of them had carved out pumpkins and decorated the Bunker from floor to ceiling in decor until it could have passed as a haunted house, garnering compliments from friends and family as they started trickling in, all dressed in various costumes. 

Dean had a couple issues with the guest list. Two to be exact. He’d shot Tori a look as Rowena and Crowley poofed into existence, the King of Hell needing no costume outside a pair of tacky devil’s horns on his head, his mother aptly dressed like Jessica Rabbit. His lover had simply shrugged, greeting them with a smile and an offer of candy out of a large plastic cauldron bowl. Dean crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at Crowley as the demon walked past him, a smug grin on his face. The flaps of his gauntlets flapped against his chest, reminding Dean of something peculiar. 

While everyone else was dressed up, Tori had yet to reveal her costume, greeting their people in a pair of jeans and a tank top. Sam had gone the funny route, dressing up as Bob Ross, even letting Tori perm his hair into picture perfect curls. Dean had gone with the classic superhero, donning a department store quality Batman suit complete with the gloves, belt and a mask. He knew she had one, he’d seen the extra bag from Spirit and had picked up the packages from the front stoop, ones she’d secretly squirreled away to places unknown to him. Once the mother-son duo from Hell migrated further into the Bunker, Dean walked over to Tori.

“Really?” Dean asked, giving her a look

“What?” She shrugged again. “We’re on good terms, at least for now. Friends close enemies closer right? ‘Sides, I like Rowena. She has fun stories” Tori checked the slim banded watch on her wrist. “Do you mind watching the door while I go change? Everyone came in at once and I haven’t gotten a chance to slip away yet.”

Dean nodded, taking the cauldron-bowl from her.

“Thank you, My love.” Tori shot him a grin and Dean forgot how he could even be irritated with her. She leaned up on her tippy toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek below the edge of the mask. “Lookin’ good, Bats.” Tori winked at him as she walked away.

After nobody came through the doors for a good 15 minutes, Dean placed the cauldron on the table Tori had set up. Risking the wrath of his girl for leaving his assigned station, Dean wandered off further into the Bunker. Faces of friends and family greeted him as he moved through the halls, some participating in the games they’d set up, others had cozied up in the Bunker’s home theatre where Tori had figured out how to preprogram a set schedule of Halloween movies to run throughout the night for those who were feeling a little less ‘peopley’ as she’d put it.

Dean followed the sound of raucous laughter into the kitchen where the site of Tori stopped him in his tracks. She always stopped him in his tracks, sending his heart aflutter, but this. Fuck-she’d outdone herself tonight, and Dean wasn’t sure how to feel about it. She had slipped into a black long sleeve dress so tight it might as well have been painted on, the hem stopping mid thigh where a pair of over-the-knee boots continued down her legs. A wide black ribbon was tied around her waist, a make-shift scabbard for the sword that was tucked against her body. A black mask obscured her face above the slightly crooked bridge of her nose, broken in her youth and never set right, and a wide and flat brimmed hat placed atop her freely flowing hair. Tori tipped her head back, laughing at some joke Charlie and Claire made, Dean’s eyes tracking the exposed column of her throat as she did.

His mouth went dry at the sight of her, dressed to the nines, a physical embodiment of one of his oldest fantasies. A fantasy he’d only mentioned to one person they both had regular contact with him. Dean found Crowley’s eyes already on him, smirking behind the rim of a tumbler filled with dark liquid. Oh it is so on, asshole. Dean walked up to Tori, wrapping his arm around her waist, making her look up at him, pressing her darkly painted lips together trying to suppress a knowing smirk. 

“Hey, Babe.” She said, her greeting laced with cheeky pride, and Dean knew damn well she could see past the mask obscuring his features. “What do you think of my costume? Pretty cool, huh?”

“Yeah! Tori was just telling us how Crowley gave her the sword.” Charlie chirped from where she sat at the table, dressed in one of her LARPing costumes. “I was just trying to convince her to lend it to me for Moondor.”

“I love it.” Dean stammered out, so many emotions and feelings coursing through his body he swore he was vibrating. “Can I-can I talk to you real quick? There’s an issue with the theatre.”

Tori quickly wrapped up her conversation with Charlie and Claire before following Dean out of the kitchen. She knew damn well there was nothing wrong with the theatre, she saw the way he reacted when he saw her in her costume; the cheap mask did absolutely nothing to disguise the blush painting his cheeks as he stammered out his excuse to get her out of the kitchen. But she wanted to see how long he’d keep this up.

“So, what’s wrong?” She asked, adjusting the sword that Crowley had given her specifically for this purpose. Sure, the King of Hell could be a backstabbing asshole sometimes, but he was good for some things too. “Is the film reel fucked again. I can go back and fix it.”

Dean didn’t respond, simply, opening the door to their bedroom and shoving her into the room, slamming it behind her. 

“You’ve been talking to Crowley.” Dean accused, and Tori watched him scan her body for the third time in the last five minutes. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She played dumb, and it took everything in her not to burst out laughing. 

“I’m gonna kill him.” Dean grunted, dropping down onto the bed

“Okay okay, calm down.” Tori giggled, unable to keep the charade up any longer, walking up to him, placing her hands on his shoulders. “Yes," Crowley told me. I think he was trying to make fun of you but little does he know how much we like to experiment.”

Dean examined her costume, running his finger under the ribbon tied around her waist. “It’s a good costume. I mean, you’re always hot as hell, but fuck Tor.” 

Tori huffed a laugh, plucking the mask from Dean’s head, tossing it off onto the desk. “Yeah? I’m glad you like it, Babe.”

“I do.” Dean slid his hand up her side. “I really do.”

Tori leaned down in the same moment Dean stretched up, their mouths meeting in the middle, noses bumping. Both of them laughed at the blunder before reattaching their lips, more coordinated this time. Tori tucked her hair behind her ears, snatching the sword from her waist and tossing it on the bed. Dean’s hands roamed up and down her sides and back, coming down to cup her ass, guiding her down to straddle his lap. Her hands carded through his hair as she settled on his lap, feeling his hardness poke against the inside of her thigh, the pants of his costume doing nothing to hinder his erection. 

Dean’s hands on her hips guided her as Tori rolled forward on his lap. He squeezed her hips in time with her movements, moaning into her mouth. That was one thing of many she loved about him. He was so damn vocal and every time, without a doubt, it got her going almost more reliably than his wandering hands. Tori trailed kisses down his jaw, her teeth grazing the skin as she made it to his neck, pulling a low sound from it as she found that one spot below his ear, sucking a dark mark on it. 

Her hand glided down his chest, bumping along the soft contours of his muscles through the skin tight shirt, gripping the yellow plastic buckle engraved with the Bat Signal insignia. Dean’s hand fumbled with her’s as they worked the finicky buckle undone, pushing it to the sides, hanging by the belt loops. He hissed a breath as Tori’s hand slid under his pants, under his boxers, to wrap around his length. Dean shifted enough to push his bottoms far enough down his thighs to free his cock and sit further back on the bed. Tori shoved him back on the bed, matching the grin he sported as she readjusted her position above him. Her dress had already hiked up far enough on her thighs for Dean to catch a glimpse of the black lace panties covering her core, matching the overall vibe of the outfit. 

He watched with bated breath as she slid a hand between her thighs, sliding her panties to the side, positioning herself over him before sinking down. Both their heads tipped back as the fat head of his cock pressed against her entrance as she sunk down, his length splitting her open. Tori steadied herself with her hands on his chest as she adjusted to him seated fully inside her, her walls fluttering around him. Once the initial sting had given way to the pleasurable full feeling, Tori began to move. She bounced up and down on his cock, thighs lifting her almost all the way off him before dropping back down. Tori set a quick pace, roughly fucking herself on his cock. 

She looked down at Dean, his hands having found their way to her breasts, kneading them through her dress. She bit her lip, as the curve of him brushed against that tender spot inside her inner walls. 

“Do you, uh,” Tori stuttered. “Do you want me to, um-”

“Yes.” Dean finished, the single syllable a raw plea. 

Tori nodded, leaning down to kiss him sloppily, the exchange dripping with passion before she pulled back. Before she had a chance to to think too much about it, Tori pulled her hand back before letting it crack across his face. The ragged moan the action pulled from Dean had her nearly cumming on the spot. Tori snapped her hips down hard on him, his grip on her hips helping her maintain her pace. She let herself just feel the moment, feel the heat and the tension crackling between them, slapping him once more

That was enough for Dean to let out a strangled moan, his cum spurting inside her as Tori chased her own high. It came when Dean slipped his hand between her legs, rubbing her clit until she shuddered and clamped down on him, throbbing around his cock. 

“Was that okay?” Tori asked, lifting herself off of him, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand to clean herself up. 

“Fuck, Tor, that was so much more than okay.” Dean reassured her, helping her off his body before pulling his pants back up, resecuring his belt. “That was fucking hot as hell. Mostly because it was you doing it.”

She grinned up at him as she readjusted her panties, pulling her dress back down her legs, looking more civil than she had seconds ago. Tori grabbed her makeup wipes from her desk, beckoning Dean over as she cleaned up the traces of her lipstick staining his face and neck before removing the stains from her own face. She met his gaze in the mirror as she reapplied her lipstick. 

“Everything you ever hoped and dreamed?” Tori laughed.

“Even better.” Dean agreed, kissing her shoulder.

[swiftyangx12]

I know it’s still Summer, but think of the Fall/Autumn activities with Miguel!

Imagine that Fall/Autumn finally comes around and Spider![Reader] convinces Miguel to join them for a Pumpkin Picking activity back in their dimension. Just two Spiders at a farm where they can pick their own pumpkins and other sorts of gourds for the season. If it was around October and close to Halloween, they get to have a Pumpkin carving date.

[Reader]: Miguel, check out this design I carved.

Miguel: Looks nice. How about this one?

[Reader]: Honey, I don’t want to be mean as in all honesty, but I think you mutilated this one.

Miguel: Told you I’m not the creative type.

[Reader]: It’s alright. Oh! We can create a murder scene with the pumpkins. Yours is perfect as the unfortunate victim.

The two would display their art pieces at the front door and also created the homicide scene for Miguel’s pumpkin, nicknaming him “The Serial Carver”.

Imagine both Miguel and [Reader] (in their regular clothes instead of the usual suit) on a coffee date. It would be a miracle that this man finds the time for just a day off. [Reader] would order a Pumpkin Spice latte (If that isn’t your drink of choice, I apologize. You can think of your favorite beverage for Fall) with an Earl Grey cupcake (Again, I apologize if you dislike Early Grey, think of your favorite sweet treats) and Miguel with his usual Black coffee. Sometimes sneaking some bites of [Reader]’s pastry.

Imagine both Spiders had a movie night together and [Reader] thought of playing a classic horror movie. Got some Autumn-themed snacks and some warm drink in adorable mugs, then start the film. Fast forward, Miguel and [Reader] realized the cliché tropes were so outdated.

[Reader]: I forgot how stupid these characters are. Grab a weapon to knock out Ghostface.

Miguel: *Chuckles* Y’know it’s just a movie.

[Reader]: I know, but you would do the same.

Imagine one cold Autumn morning, Spider![Reader] had to spent the night at Miguel’s place due to catching up on some work at HQ and it was late. When they first wake up, Miguel isn’t next to them, but the warmth of his side is still fresh. The bedroom felt a little chilly causing [Reader] to shiver and had to grab a comforter to wrap themselves up, exiting the room only to smell freshly brewed coffee, following the scent back to the kitchen. Then as they arrived at the area, Miguel set up their mug with their favorite biscuits and already drinking his while reading some reports on his holographic screens. Miguel noticed them, greeting a “Mornin’” at his partner. They shuffle to their seat and propped up, unravel the comforter enough to grab their mug. [Reader] takes slow sips and sigh as it warms them up. The two enjoying a quiet yet relaxing time before heading to their chaotic jobs.

Then imagine in the future, Miguel and [Reader] are married with kids. During a late Halloween afternoon, the couple are taking their kids out for trick-or-treating around Nueva York. I can see them having two children and undoubtedly, one of them would dress up like their Papi (Spider-Man) as they see him as their role model (may be a high chance the kids would inherit powers from both parents). After trick-or-treating around the neighborhood, the kids went to bed while both Miguel and [Reader] finally get their sweet Halloween treats (if you know what I mean).

Call me crazy, but I’m already feeling the Autumn spirits. I’m a Fall/Winter person after all.

(I know I should be working on the Villain!Miguel x Hero![Reader] fic, but I need to get these brain-rotting thoughts out of my head.)

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