#halloween in radiator springs

[datdisney]

The cars land theming with its heavy reliance on neon signage is too pretty at night.

[laurenovercalifornia]

[naomiknight-17]

I don't know how to explain how excited I am to buy some uranium glass

Some of you may understand if I tell you... I spent my twice-yearly Sprinkle Order money on the glass instead. I am not buying sprinkles this season. No big clearance mystery bag from Sweetapolita this winter

Only uranium glass

[samsdisneydiary]

Halloween Time at Disney California Adventure Park Haul-O-Ween at Cars Land Fun Facts

[fudgechocolatepuff]

a lovebirds bloom! (pumpkin pie edition) pt.ii🍁

keigo t. x fem. reader | wholesome fluff :)

pt.i of a lovebirds bloom , pt.iii of a lovebirds bloom

sneak peek ➸ you bump into the winged hero again in the fall season by chance, but neither of you two mind.

word count : 2.6k

Brisk air flew over your face upon wiping the window for the -mpth time today.

Although you carefully scrubbed at the glass to rid it of any visible blemishes left from the busy workday, the window remained foggy, dewy droplets sticking from the outside and obscuring your view of the street beyond. 

The sky above was nothing short of clear, the stars twinkled from above in contrast to the darkening of the blue sky, now a navy-black colour. 

In response to the sudden draft drawn in from the decreasing temperatures outside, your fingers wrapped around the end-loops of your scarf and pulled, tightening its hold on your neck in hopes of trapping the heat there. 

If only the small window tucked in the back would close all the way instead of inviting a day-lasting breeze to nip at the tips of every customer’s ears.

Aside from the chill air that bit at the tips of your fingers, you grew more satisfied looking over the decor that you were tasked to put up, just in time for the incoming autumn season. 

No matter for what season you decorated for, the warm-toned paint of light cafè brown matched every occasion. 

This time—since you were put in charge of the aesthetics of the shop—you made sure that the festivity of the harvest-halloween period would radiate more than the past years’ decorations, and draw in more customers!

Perhaps, if you tried hard enough, you could draw back the attention of the winged hero.

You shook your head to snap yourself out of that ridiculous fantasy. 

Okay—sure, you missed the interaction exchanged between you and the hero, but you doubted he’d ever come back, let alone acknowledge the tension he’d left behind when he dashed through the doors that spring morning. 

It was embarrassing! Being stuck up on a menacingly short conversation was not of your character, especially as it was confined in your professional workspace. 

But you couldn’t deny, he teased and teased your little talk together, leading himself on to flirt and flatter you. Hell, you even let him enamor you, blushing at every comment he made about you. 

“He was a hero though, of course he’d do a bit of romancing, that was his way of making talk with any woman around his age!” you reminded yourself, the pride that resided in your heart shrinking to embarrassment. 

After letting yourself stare at the wall and ponder whether you should quit your job and start a new life in Europe, you continued your ritual of turning off each lamp scattered throughout the shop, appreciating the orange-ish glow it reflected onto the fresh stock of pumpkins and giving the space a homely fall ambience. 

You retrieved your coat that hung on the teensy wooden rack, slipping it through your arms as the tired began to rush into your body. 

Hanging your bag over your shoulder, you stepped toward the double doors, not before letting your nails glide past and tap against each of the candles, a subtle waft of vanilla-pumpkin flowing through your senses.  

You snatched a candle to take home, just as a souvenir, you’d pay it back tomorrow. 

Flipping over the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’, the bell of the door jingled as you walked out, with a bittersweet feeling now settling in your chest. 

——————

With a swift movement, Hawks’ hands tugged at the collar of his jacket, the fluffy white trim heating his lower face the tiniest bit as he flew through the crisp air of the autumn night.

He groaned in annoyance, regretting his decision of leaving all his hot-pockets at home, his frown grimacing more at the feeling of his empty, cold pockets. 

Hawks hated this time of weather. Not the merriment of outdoor activities, oh no—he loved the idea of pumpkin patches and apple picking. 

It was the transition between summer and winter. The drastic decrease in temperatures after the steady 70s in the past weeks left the man shivering. 

He wasn’t used to the dropping temperatures and neither was the rest of the civilians below, all bunched up in their coats and arms crossed tightly against their chests. This year brought quite the chilly autumn, maybe the coldest of them all. 

“A cup of the hottest, frothiest and sweetest coffee would really hit the spot,” the hero thought, scanning over the masses of people, hopping his pupils over every few buildings in seek of refuge from the cool night and to be treated to a nice dessert-in-a-drink. 

Just when his eyes lit up to the sight of a coffee shop that looked quiet enough to not be noticed, something else caught his eye rather quickly.

A lady dressed in a dark coat and a slightly brighter, but full and cozy scarf wrapped around her neck that held a peculiar yet chic pattern on the woven fabric. 

She appeared to be running on an empty street—or… chasing something. Hawks looked ahead of the woman, to which he spotted a small cylinder container rolling downhill that the woman must’ve been trying to catch. 

To this, Hawks laughed to himself softly, not to make fun of her, it just looked a little silly! The hero’s gloved hands cupped the outside of his mouth, where he huffed out to capture at least some tinge of warmth before descending onto the street of the escaping container. 

If it had been some other instance where he wasn’t bored out of his mind and actually had to patrol an area, he would have just sent a feather on its dandy way to complete a small mishap like this one. 

However, he had finally found an escape. 

His boots landed on the smooth pavement with a quiet ‘tap’ at the end of the street as he crouched down to reach his hand out, catching what looked to be a candle just in time. 

The woman who scurried down the road slowed her steps to catch her breath. 

“It’s not every night where your own candles run away from you. This yours?” the winged hero held out his hand as he flicked his eyes to the woman. 

But the cheeky smile instilled on his face suddenly dissipated into a wide-eyed stare, his question almost being cut off by his shock. 

The bundled-up woman breathed in once again—finally able to breathe steadily—as she extended her own fingers to take back the candle, but tensed up as her pupils recalled the dark shade of the man’s gloves, and felt her shoulder blades freeze. 

“Oh… you’re—“

“The flower shop girl,” Hawks remarked, a gentler smile blemishing his face, “the cute one who gave me the bouquet that Miruko adored.” 

Despite the cold sitting in the air, the warmth still made its way onto your skin. Your voice shook nervously, trying to not make this situation as awkward as much as you could.

“It.. it was nothing really, just wanted to dedicate something for a hero I really admire.” 

You shifted your hands to be clasped in front of you, just below your stomach as you spoke. 

“Well, she really loved it. Seriously, if I had gone to another store I wouldn’t be called the ‘best feather flower fairy.’”

A laugh ran through from your chest as you imagined Miruko’s reaction to the “flower fairy” delivering her bouquet. 

“I suppose you aren’t the kind of person to give her gifts like that.”

“Nah, not really. However, I just figured to get her something with a tad bit more of sentiment for her 25th,” he replied casually, still grasping the sweet scented candle in his hand. 

“Oh, that’s so sweet! I bet she really got all emotional and recited an honoring speech dedicated to you, going on and on about you being so thoughtful.” 

“If the speech was followed by a smack in the arm and a 2 minute-long cackle at me being so sappy, then yeah, I’d say she got a bit teary, almost gave me a hug, even.”

“I wonder how she’ll react next year.”

“Perhaps she’ll dedicate a memoir to me and buy me a bouncy house. A gift for a gift.”

Not many were able to joke with him like that. Of course, Hawks’ fans and acquaintances always felt ecstatic to chat with him, but there was no real talk—only jokes he’s heard millions of times before. 

And he’d never want to offend them, but they were either quite boring, or too overwhelming.

Either way, they didn’t treat him as if he was any other person, just a man-doll that swooped by and teased or flirted those who wanted his attention. 

With you, though, he could be sarcastic and not be looked at in a ‘were you joking?’ kind of way. He had almost forgotten what it was like to connect with another person on a deeper level. 

No, this was a bit more sweeter, and he didn’t want to lose that. 

Your delicate fingertips shooed hair out of your face as you looked onto the street, now completely drowned out by the darkness of the night, lit only by the orange-hued street lamps. 

You didn’t even notice the lingering gaze the winged man held onto your face, glossing over your features hypnotically. 

He stepped to your side and met with your eyes, “Hey, I know it’s getting a bit late, and you probably have work tomorrow. I just wanted to know if you’d wanna grab a quick bite with me. I saw a cafè down a couple’a blocks down.”

Although the fatigue in your body raged deep in your bones, you could endure it a bit longer for a nab of coffee. 

——————

The walk to the cafè was fairly comfortable. 

He noted to you that he even saw some pastries displayed on the window. A “sugar plum fairy” you called him, to which he grumbled at the reminder of the foolish name. What a baby. 

You didn’t expect to be asked about the progress of the flower shop, but you gladly told him about the new pumpkins that came with a carving kit, how you’d probably snatch one for yourself to make a design. 

“Wouldn’t a starry night be easier than a character like Hello Kitty? You’re quite the artistic type.” 

“Shushh! I’ve always fantasized about a glowing hello kitty with a witch hat, don’t crush my dreams.”

“Poor little florist, wants to express all of her feelings through Hello Kitty! Don’t worry, sweets, I won’t do too much on you.” 

“I’m glad you understand the severity of my fixation.”

“Heroes are always empaths, ya’know?” 

“You not so much!”

In response, he side-eyed you and crossed his arms.

You shuffled your hands into the pockets of your coat, when a sudden thought slipped into your mind. 

“Oh, by the way, my name’s (your name).”

“Hi, (name).”

——————

Upon arriving to the cafè, you felt like you could have fallen asleep on the leather-seated-booths that gave just the right of cushioning, but at this point you were starved for sugar. 

Its style was a bit more foreign like—a banner next to the cashier framed the statement that read the inspiration came from Western Europe. The beauty and emptiness of the little shop just proved it to be a gem that you’d keep a secret forever.

Somehow, you found yourself matching Hawks’ vibe with the coziness of the café. Warm, golden, fuzzy. 

You darted your eyes back down to the menu before Hawks could catch you staring at him, focusing on the ‘hot options’ category. 

When you looked up to ask what he’d order, he was already staring you back, a mischievous glint in his eye. 

“I saw that.” he taunted, a smug grin rested on his lips. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled, the obvious humiliation present on your features, pursing your lips together with the intention of relieving your shame. 

“It’s no problem, doll,” his assuring statement completely opposite of his teasing expression, “Do you know what you want?”

As if it was on cue, a waitress ambled her way over to your table, notepad in hand, not even batting an eye to the number two, “What would you guys like to order?”

“May I get a (hot drink of your choice), please?” 

The waitress scribbled down your order and turned to the man across from you.

“Ah, can I have a hot white-mocha with an extra shot of caramel as well as a slice of pumpkin pie?”

“Alright, I’ll have those out for you two in a bit!” 

You thanked her before she scurried on into the back, “It’s absolutely ludicrous that nobody else acknowledges the fact that you have a huge sweet tooth.”

“Sugar energizes my system more than caffeine, it’s just how I function.”

“Do you brush your teeth at night? Y’know, sugar can rot those pearly whites of yours.”

“Yes, mother, I brush my teeth every night,” he chuckled, adjusting the buckle of his watch.

“It can also give you a condition, don’t know if you’ve heard, but it’s called diabetes—“

“Yeesh, I didn’t know I’d come to this place just to be lectured about my tastes.”

“If it were anybody else, they’d say the exact same thing.” 

“Oh, let me be.”

The two of you went silent after that, but in a comfortable moment of calm, engulfing the presence of each other and the faint chatter of the minimal customers that were also sat down in the cafè. 

Hawks in that moment wondered if he twisted the crown of his watch back far enough, he could make this night last forever. 

Before long, you’re both gulping down your hot beverages, a waterfall of heaven swirling in the brown paper cups in your hands. 

After a short debate, the two of you decided that it was getting late, and you both had busy work days to deal with tomorrow, and so he took the pumpkin pie to-go and shared it with you on your walk to the train stop. It wasn’t rude courtesy if no one could see you two at the dead of night. 

“How come you live a bit far from your flower shop?”

You chewed your piece of pie, both crust and filling, “I don’t know, honestly. I think after applying to all the jobs I had in mind, I drew little paper pieces from a hat to just decide and get it over with.” 

“Decision making can be tough when it comes to jobs.”

“You get it,” crumbs of pie fell onto your coat as you responded with your mouth full.

The hero held the empty plate with sprinkles on crumbs left behind in his hand, and with your candle in the other as you two continued the walk, about 3 minutes away. 

Stopping at the top of the stairs that descended down into the underground station, Hawks stopped you from going further. 

“Look, I really enjoyed this little going out together, although it started out with me ending your game of tag with your candle.” 

You huffed lightly looking back at the thought, a shy smile tugging at your face, “Yeah, I’m glad I bumped into you when I did.”

Placing the candle into your palms, he began to take a few steps back, and Hawks admitted to you, “I hope to see you soon, sweets, whenever time permits.”

You waved to him, “Thanks for the pie.” 

He nodded his head and gave you a sweetly sick smile, before turning to walk away and prepare to fly off. 

As much as you hated for this night to end, you could at least encourage him to come back to you. 

“Come back to the shop soon!” you shouted from afar, hoping he would hear.

The winged hero turned his head, waving his hand and shouting back, “I will!” eventually flying away into the alluring night sky. 

The next time you’d come back to this cafe, you promised to order pumpkin pie every time. 

a/n: so sorry for not posting this sooner! i’ve been so caught up in my studies and i couldn’t find time to post! however i lovedd writing this and figured now would be the best time to publish this. i hope this makes up for my absence :) love you and happy october!!

[mrsoharaa]

Another jumpscare scene hastily quips you back onto the burly solidity of your utterly calm and unnerving boyfriend sitting beside you. He emits another huff of air as he feels the familiar tightened grip you had latched yourself onto his firm bicep, for the millionth time of the night, of the duration of the silly "horror" film you both were watching.

"Woman, let go of my arm before you dislocate it from my shoulder" he gruffs out under an annoyed breath, watching you fiddle even more closer into the safety of his flexing limb. You simply nod in against his regards to his own hostage limb, nuzzling in closer into his radiating warmth. The bearing keenness and comfort it brought to you, only making you cling onto him that much more. He simply grunts in response. Again.

"I don't even know why you picked this specific movie out when all you are going to do is hide snivel like a coward" he grumbles, peeping over to the flashing television, quickly back onto you. Studying you hurdle somewhat cutely, onto his body. The sight of your cowering, adoring body curling into his voluminous frame, insinuated something ever so warm and dizzying within his wide chest. A short tinge of a smile graces his cheekbones.

"S-shut up! I just...I just wanted to spend some time with you on Halloween! and watching scary movies is like - tradition to do on this holiday! FUCK!" you squeeze out yet another high pitched yelp from the depths of your clenching lungs, springing yourself back deep into the side of his body, arms now fully clinging all around his solid stature. He elicits an amused cackle, rolling his eyes as he watches the slasher on the screen tear through his victims body parts, violently. Horrid screams and blood gushing resounded from the blaring television.

You whimper in fear and in disgust, shuddering in absolute horror as your face sinks into the comforting heat of his skin. Your eyes squeezed shut as you curl up closely into his stoic body.

He seizes out another puff of air, insinuating another eye roll as he adjusts his arm from your constricting grasp and carefully, securely lulling it over your curled body and pulling you closer into his side. Draping his languid limb over your own tiny, quivering stature in a safe and protected manner.

You quickly glimpse up at the fully focused raven haired man starring blatantly at the luminous t.v. Watching every horrid and gruesome scene with little to no bothersome whatsoever. Completely unphased and relaxed with you huddled into his generous embrace.

You lift a soft smile up at him, nuzzling closer into the resonating heat permeating off from his side. Planting and circling your pointing finger against his clothed chest.

"You know, 'Rou...there is something else you can do to take my mind off of this stupid movie" you implied with a subtle, initiation coaxing in your soft tone, he hardly tears his focused gaze from the television, humming to your implication.

You strut out a soft lip pout, noting his lack of attention on you, you grab his face and force him to look down at you. You watch his thick brows furrow into that cute scowl you had always admired. It was an adorable look on him.

"Woman I'm trying to watch this damn movie that YOU had forced me to watch with yo—" he grunts to your clasp on his cheeks, noticing the not-so-subtle glint of suggestion glistening in those beautiful eyes of yours. Blinks a couple of times as he immediately stills himself entirely, breath hitching at the back of his throat, his own dilated eyes strolling down to the inviting temptation that is of your plush lips.

"Kiss me 'Rou" you blink up at him slowly, glossy irises that pleaded of affection and attention, full lashes fluttering ever so temptingly up at the stunned flushed man. His own lips part for a mere second, trying to sink in the sudden command you had muttered to him, feeling his heart drum ever so frantically against his swarming chest as he watches you lean over on top of him and lull in closer towards him.

His hands instinctively wander to the curves of your hips, still dilated pupils intently watching every movement you made. Stilling directly at the bewitching enchantment of your full lips.

"Please, 'Rou...kiss me, I need you too...need you to take my mind off of this movie" your voice was now hardly over a murmur, silken lips motioning in a slow, entrancing motion in his bewitched eyes. Like this very moment was drawn out in slow motion, daunting teasingly at the back of his blundered mind.

Barou stifles every muscle in his firm toned body, hands gripping with more force around your hiking hips bucking onto his wide lap. He exhales a breath through his nose deeply, chiding a slanted smile as he tugs your hips abruptly closely into the base of his lower abdomen. Strong, vast hands coil up and under the flimsy material of your tank top with ease and sly.

Long, thick fingers caress and brush over every inch of tender skin with itching need and satisfaction (to your sudden neediness for him).

"Mm, do you now, pretty?" he tilts his head slightly, pulling away from your lips (which he detested himself for), skimming you up and down with a glint of playfulness and taunt basking away in those glorious pools of dark carmine.

Fights back another amused chuckle when he feels your hands pat at his cheeks, that cute little lip pout still gracing over your sweet features. His heart flutters once more to the adorable sight.

"And what if I don't want to kiss you, hm?" he left brow lifts in sheer enjoyment, wallowing in the complete adorableness of your scrunching face contort into something more cute and admiring.

Oh, he was definitely getting off to this.

"Don't be rude 'Rou! your girlfriend simply wants a kiss to not watch this god awful movie!" you swat at his harden chest with a balled fist, brows knitting tightly together as your lips purse more firmly together. A wave of heat searing into your flustered cheeks.

He cackles deeply, pulling you more closer against him, hands still wandering flatly, inquisitively along the open space of your soft flesh.

He leans forward, removing one hand from your back to grasp onto your chin to face him directly.

"Stop being a brat sweetness...you know damn well I always give you what you want" he chides with a sly grin, inching his lips closer towards yours. Stopping just centimeters away from the puffy, glorious plump of flesh that reeled him in, he gazes up at you with lidded, deprived eyes.

"Even if you don't deserve it with that pouty behavior" he clicks his tongue, studying you intently, widening his smirk as he brushes the edge of his lips over yours in a taunting manner. Forcing a cute, desperate whine from you.

"Just know, pretty girl..." he swiftly pushes you onto your back with a slight bounce amongst the couch, towering over you with such ease. Nestles himself in between the open gap between your legs, crawling up more comfortably to inch back closer to your full lips.

"You asked for this"

[9haharharley1]

[Hi hello its Ectoplasmicsodaaaaa]

Okay but that accidental first kiss prompt for pompep or blackice would be CHEF KISS

Pompep it is!

---

Attending a college Halloween party hadn't been a bad idea at the time. With the exception of that one terrible time his freshman year, Danny had never been to a real party. He wasn't sure if this one even really counted since it was hosted by the college and not some random student ready to get all the co-eds drunk.

Maybe that was why he decided to go.

It felt awkward to go without Sam and Tucker there to back him up, what with his best friends being split all over the country. He didn't even have Jazz to call and come save him if he decided he wasn't having fun, but on the plus side, his dorm was just out the door and around the corner, so really what had been the harm?

Danny pulled up his big boy pants, whipped up a quick costume, and was out the door.

It wasn't much to look at - just some black pants with a cotton ball pinned to the back to mimic a tail, a V-neck long sleeve shirt, and a black and white half-mask that exposed the lower have of his face from the nose down, molded in the shape of a goat's head, with two horns jutting out the sides. He had arranged his hair to tastefully fall in front of the mask, and when he looked in the mirror he didn't hate what he saw. So with a shrug and a steadying breath, Danny attended his first college party.

It was set up in the dining hall, the doors flung open to let attendees roam in and out to enjoy the nice weather - shockingly not too cold this time of year; not that cold weather bothered Danny at all these days. The punch had already been spiked, there were couples making out in the dark corners of the building. Snacks and finger foods had been set up around the punch bowl, and there was a food truck loitering outside next to a snow-cone truck. He could smell weed in the air and briefly entertained the idea of attaining some for himself as he bought a snow-cone.

He was interrupted from this thought by a warmth at his side.

"Enjoying the party?" came a smooth voice over his shoulder, and Danny jumped, whipping his head around to see a man standing barely a foot away. He was taller than Danny, dressed in all black, with a ram's head mask of black and glitter covering his face, the horns curling over silver hair. His goatee and pale skin stood put against so much black.

He cut a handsome figure in the dark.

Danny just shrugged at him. "I guess?" he said, taking a bite of his snowcone. "I just got here."

"Not a party person then?"

"Not really," Danny admitted. He took a seat on the nearby bench, surprised to see the man follow him and take a seat as well. "I've never really fit in enough for parties."

The man hummed. "I wouldn't say it's much of a party anyway. Have you tried the punch yet? Somone decided it would be a good idea to spike it with cheap vodka." His lips twisted into a grimace.

Danny laughed. "We're all broke college students, what did you expect?"

"I expected one of you to at least spring for Tito's," the man grumbled. Danny laughed again, but mulled over the man's words.

"So you're not a student here, are you?" he asked. He took another bite of his flavored ice.

"I use to be," he answered. "Now I'm just a... dedicated alumni." He looked down at Danny, a respectful foot away, but radiating enough heat that he may as well be sitting closer. Danny shivered. "And you? You're a student, correct?"

"Yeah." Danny nodded. The man's eyes were a deep blue, dark as the night around them. Danny could get lost in those eyes if he wasn't careful.

"What's your major?" The man's voice was so charming and silky, Danny almost felt bad for how he blushed over it.

"Oh! Uh... physics and astronomy."

"A fellow scientist, then." The man's lips curled into a small smirk, and Danny may have felt his heart skip a beat. Why was this guy talking to him?! He could be chatting up literally anyone on campus, age be damned, and take them home no questions asked! Why was he choosing to talk to Danny? "A man after my own heart."

Danny's breath came out in a shaky exhale.

He lowered his snowcone, bringing one leg up under him as he turned to face this handsome stranger. His eyes narrowed behind his mask. "Okay, Mr. Darcy. Are you flirting with me?"

The man's smirk widened further, half-turning to Danny with an arm thrown over the back of the bench, a leg coming up to cross over the other. His other hand fell to his lap as he leaned in closer.

"Depends," he said, and Danny's cheeks felt like they were on fire, "is it working?"

"Considering I wouldn't call it very good flirting," Danny muttered back, glancing away, "...yeah. It is."

The hand on the back of the bench rose, warm fingers grazing Danny's chin. "Then maybe you'll let me see your face." There was heat in dark eye, and Danny felt caught in their flames. "I'm sure those pretty eyes are even prettier without the mask."

Even as desire and heat settled in Danny's belly, Danny couldn't help but smirk, only slightly rueful. "Nah." He pulled his head away from the hot touch. "I'm not that much of a looker." He stood with his snowcone, brushing off the seat of his pants. "Maybe go find another co-ed to schmooze. I'm sure someone here is up to your standards."

Danny didn't see the way blue eyes darkened, didn't see how the man scowled at the self-deprecating words. He took a step away, fully intending on tossing his remaining flavored ice and heading back to his dorm. He wasn't in the mood to flirt with handsome older gentlemen who only wanted one night and never again.

He took a step away, but a near burning hand on his wrist stopped him back.

"Daniel"-

He barely registered his own name on a stranger's tongue before he was spun, tripping over his feet and loosing balance on a clump of grass. The older man was sat forward on the bench to stop him from walking off, hand on his wrist, but Danny yelped as he fell against him, catching himself with his free hand on a broad shoulder and a knee banged painfully into the hard plastic of the bench.

Neither of those two things mattered however.

What mattered, was the loud sound of their masks clacking loudly together in the night. What mattered was the wide blue eyes staring at him, nearly crossed from how close they were. What mattered was the fluttering in his heart, the lump in his throat, the heat in his belly as lips, soft and wet and near scalding pressed to his own as Danny stared wide-eyed at the man now practically under him. Those dark eyes fell half-shut as Danny pulled away barely an inch, eyes wide, as those deep blues bled red with barely surpressed emotion.

Danny tried to keep the panic out of his voice as he whispered, breath icy cold against hot lips, "...Vlad?"

His voice sounded so small even to his own ears, and Vlad's eyes darkened further. "I will give you a million dollars if you stay right here," Vlad said, heat and promise masking the desperation in his voice. Danny's breathing picked up.

He shoved away from the older man, Vlad falling back into the bench as Danny phased through his hold. His snow-cone had long been abandoned to the ground, and before Vlad could reach out to him, Danny was gone, invisible in an instant, and nearly three seconds later, fighting back panicked tears in the safety of his dorm, his hand shaking as he held it over his mouth.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Wait you have Lilia listed as one of the interact-able family members. Do you intend to have Lilia show up as Silver’s father in disguise like wearing a mustache or perhaps being in a different form? I’ve seen people say something about a “true form”, but so far in-game (english server and im stuck at the sectors of book 6) I haven’t seen anything that suggests Lilia has altered his form to blend in? May I ask how you plan to do Silver’s father requests?

[Referencing this blog event!]

I believe "true form” Lilia is a popular fandom headcanon. It’s not explicitly said that he has a different form, it’s something fans have speculated about due to various lines dropped by Diasomnia (ie Malleus says in one of his chats that Lilia is in a history book yet no one recognizes him but Malleus, Sebek and Silver imply during one of the Halloween events that back in the Briar Valley Lilia was most terrifying for the holiday, etc). Some fans also think that Lilia has purposefully changed his appearance to “fit in” better as a high school student while at NRC, and/or due to a plot point brought up in episode 7 (no spoilers though).

Rather than outright say how I'm going to present Lilia for NRC Family Day, I think it'd be more fun to explain via creative writing ^^ so enjoy the pre-Family Day preparations in Diasomnia~

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

Silver leaned against the door frame, his sight set on the cluttered bedroom of his vice dorm leader. Tonight, it was even messier than usual, with outfits, accessories, and bottles of nail polish strewn on the desk and floor. Instruments and antiques were knocked over, drawers and chests open and their contents splayed out. It looked as though a storm had torn through the area--but no, this was the calm before the storm.

Lilia practically had the entire upper half of his body shoved deep into the abyss that was his closet, fishing around with his hands to retrieve more lost treasures from within. He popped out with two hangers, one bearing a sharp suit and the other, a neon graphic T-shirt.

"What do you think, Silver? Do you prefer the formal look, or do you think casual wear will do?" Lilia's deep ruby eyes were absolutely effervescent, gleaming like starlight. "Or perhaps I could dust off the old battle armor for this occasion!”

Silver gathered his courage and started. "Father—”

“No, you’re right. It may be too much cuteness for their poor little hearts to take!” He set down both sets of clothing on his bed and paused. “Do you think security will at least let me bring in my cleaver? It could make for a good icebreaker with the other parents."

“I don’t think so. But more importantly, father—”

“Ah, how disappointing. There’s no help for it, I suppose.

"I know!” Lilia suddenly brought a fist down into an open palm. His teeth peeked out from behind his growing smile. “I could bake a little something to pass out to the others in attendance.”

He bounced over to Silver, clasping his hands in his own. The aura radiating from Lilia was like that of a coiled spring, packed with energy waiting to be let loose. “I'm so excited for Family Day, aren't you? There’s still so much left to do.”

Silver’s voice came firm, the strike of a blade against a shield.

“Father.”

“… Oh dear.” Lilia frowned, peering up into his son’s face. “Have I said something to upset you?”

Regret set in. Silver let the fierceness in his gaze fade. “No, not at all. I’m happy to see you so eager.”

“Then whatever is the matter?” Lilia playfully nudged him on the arm. “Come, you can confide in your old man.”

“I would like nothing more than for you to be at my side for Family Day. It’s just…” A hesitation. “It will be difficult for you to pass as my father without the other students also recognizing you as their classmate. That may put you in a compromising position—and I don't wish to trouble you for my own sake.

Before Lilia could respond, a thunderous shout cut in. A young man, broad-shouldered and hulking, muscled into the doorway.

"WHAT'S THIS NOW?!" Sebek bellowed. "I cannot believe you, Silver!! You have the gall to barr Lilia-sama from attending a school function?!"

"My, Sebek. How kind of you to join us," Lilia raised his brows in an exaggerated manner, "though I didn't take you for an eavesdropper."

The first year's expression fell. He sheepishly fumbled for the right words. "M-My sincerest apologies!! I was doing my usual round of evening patrols and happened to overhear... I-I could not help but cry out against such an injustice...!! I-It will not happen again, sir!!"

The ancient fae chuckled. "I kid. You're fine, Sebek. However, I believe that Silver is right to be concerned. It will make matters challenging to say the least if I have to play both the role of father and high school student.

"Even so, it is a guardian's job is to be there for his child. I shan't let another year pass where I sit on the sidelines twiddling my thumbs while Silver is left on his lonesome."

"Another year?" Sebek cast his fellow knight a curious look.

"You weren't enrolled at NRC yet, so you wouldn't know." Silver deadpanned, a sigh escaping him. "Father also insisted he would attend Family Day then. He attempted to sneak into the event while wearing a pair of gag glasses... and was promptly ejected from the premises. It was mistaken as an ill-mannered prank by staff and students alike."

"Why, the NERVE of them!! They should be honored that a decorated general and advisor to the queen would humble himself by attending their gathering!!"

"I don't think that was the issue."

"It won’t happen again. I must put together a cleverer disguise this time!" Lilia glanced at the items scattered around his room. "Hmm, maybe I should start by recoloring my hair to match Silver's. A trim may also be in order."

"Wh-What?! Grrr... What luck you have, Silver!! What I'd give to have a matching head of hair with Lilia-sama!!" Sebek clenched a fist to contain his frustration.

"Your family is also visiting Sage's Island for Family Day, aren't they?" Silver smiled softly, his tone reassuring. "You won't be left out of anything."

"Hnngh... That's exactly what I'm afraid of!!" Sebek cradled his head in his hands. "I'd be less inclined to protest were it only my mother and my grandfather in attendance, but I don't know how to act around that man!! Worse yet, when I think of that man making his presence known to the other humans...!!"

He shuddered, unable to complete his sentence.

Silver raised a brow. "... You mean your father?"

"STOP, DON'T SPEAK THE THOUGHT INTO EXISTENCE!!"

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. He’s family.”

“WHO SAID I WAS EMBARRASSED?! I-I’M NOTHING OF THE SORT!! DON’T BE SO PRESUMPTUOUS, SILVER!!”

Lilia laughed, shaking his head. "Lighten up, boys! It'll be a fun time, you'll see. I'm looking forward to catching up with Baul and the others myself."

“Will you really be able to blend in so easily? You have a very distinctive appearance. It would be hard to change you into someone entirely new and then change you back before the next day.”

“Th-That’s right!!” Sebek quickly added relieved to change the topic. “Lilia-sama oozes charm from every pore in his body! It would take considerable effort to conceal his handsomeness!!”

“... I see. So that's what this is about."

A sudden chill descended upon the room. Even the green flames that lit up the space seemed to quiver and shrink in the oppressive cold.

"Malleus," Lilia said with ease.

"Lilia." Their liege nodded coolly as he slipped out of the darkness and into view. "Silver, Sebek. It seems I wasn't invited to this lively little discussion. Please, don't stop on my account. Continue."

The sarcasm of his words was tinged with the subtly bitter pang of jealousy. A half joke, and also a half truth.

The trio fell back and parted, granting space to him. Sebek looked positively mortified—the second time that night.

“Y-Young master!! We had no intention of leaving you out of… Th-This was completely impromptu!! I beg of you, please forgive this Sebek for his impudence!!!”

“Did we disturb your sleep, sir?” Silver asked. He was as steady and soft as a lullaby, a contrast to his partner.

Malleus raised a hand—a silent command to them to stand down, to be at ease. “I only sought to investigate the tumult coming from this area. Sound has a way of traveling in these halls, and it makes a fairy curious.”

“Don’t mind us, we’re all riled up for tomorrow. Scheming for it, you know.” Lilia beamed. “That reminds me! Maleficia herself will be in attendance this year. I made certain the message got to her. Can’t risk the invite getting lost in the mail again!

“It’s a once-in-a-blue-moon event—it’s not every day when the stars align and those stuffy advisors grant her leeway in her duties. You must be just as excited as we are.”

Malleus smiled with his eyes more than with his mouth. They shone with wonder and quiet reverence. “It will be a joy to host grandmother at Night Raven College.”

“It will be a most wonderful reunion!” Lilia agreed. “Oh, idea: what if I wore something dark and atmospheric in honor of the royal family? I know I have a spiked choker and boots lying somewhere around here…“

Malleus blinked. “Grandmother may appreciate that—but attire alone will not help you pass for Family Day to the others.”

“I’ve been trying to tell him that.”

Beside Silver, Sebek stubbornly harrumphed. “Lilia-sama shouldn’t have to conform to the expectations of mere humans!!”

“There’s still time to sort out a solution,” Lilia pointed out cheerfully. “Come hell or high water, I want to be there for my family.”

“Yes, your resolve is crystal clear. It would be a shame if you could not attend.”

Malleus ran a hand along an open drawer. It was filled with knick-knacks, from beaded jewelry to talismans. Tucked between a sizable glass orb and a carving of a gingerbread man was a furry tuft. “Pray tell, what did you wear for entry last time?”

“It was a pair of those gag glasses! It had a big nose and these fluffy fake eyebrows and mustache. Why do you ask?”

Malleus hooked a finger on the furry tuft and lifted. With it came a bulbous blob of rubber attached to thick frames.

“This?”

Malleus produced thick frames from the drawer. They were every bit as ridiculous off of a face as it was on one. Strange—the glasses seemed to glow an eerie green, but when Silver rubbed his eyes and looked again, they were normal.

“Exactly those!!” Lilia reached for the spectacles with a droll laugh. “Learned the hard way that they aren’t much use for covert operations. Still, I’ll always have a soft spot for these.”

“Who is to say that it will stay that way forever?”

“Huh?”

The trio stared at their prince. Malleus answered them with a mysterious smile.

“Who is to say,” he said with a mischievous flash of teeth, “that you cannot become whomsoever you desire?”

“Malleus… You didn’t…” Lilia squinted at the glasses. “Did you cast an enchantment on these just now?”

“The glow,” Silver realized. “I didn’t just daydream it.”

“Then that was…!”

“I wove a temporary illusion spell and cloaking magic into them. So long as you wear those glasses, you will appear as if like a dream in the eyes of those who look upon you. Your face, your hair—they’re altered, the details are scrambled and made challenging to pin down. In other words, you will not be recognized as ‘Lilia Vanrouge’.”

“OOOH!!” Sebek glowed with awe. “The young master has bestowed a blessing to you, Lilia-sama!! What an honor!!”

“Congratulations, father. That’s great news.”

“Malleus…” Lilia stopped, and tried again. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you, but are you sure it’s alright for you to hand me such a handy item?”

“It only lasts until the stroke of midnight tomorrow.” The warning was casual, yet not unkind. “Go to Family Day, Lilia. Enjoy yourself. Spend time with those you love most—”

Malleus was tackled halfway through his speech. The wind in him sailed out as small arms wrapped around him, then tugged Silver and Sebek close too.

“Silly thing, you’re one of them,” Lilia tutted. “All of you are. Where would I be without my family here in Diasomnia?”

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Day.22 ~ Halloween is for children ~ Hallowtober

Hughie/Butcher x girlfriend!reader

warning : fluff, kissing

summary : Adults have Halloween to party, to drink and to sleep with each other, well, at least that's how it seems to Hughie and Butcher, right? Or did the two men perhaps have their own idea of Halloween other than the cliché of opening the door and finding out in this special edition of the Boys.

info : So the boys had to be taken along again, it's almost a tradition ;) Enjoy reading and it feels good to be back somehow, to get into a routine, but enough from me, have fun.

masterlist

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Hughie

°He loves October, to be honest he loves every season, spring he loves the rising sun, summer he loves the warmth, winter he loves the snow and most of all fall not only because of the colorful leaves but also because of one last October thrill. Ever since he could think, he had always looked forward to Halloween, dressing up in the beginning with his father, even with Robin, and also at work. The candy is the best part, the costume sewing is even more fun, and if there's anything Hughie loves, it's seeing the decorations his girlfriend put up in his apartment while he was away. He pulled her into his arms, her happiness radiating, and the sight of it made him grin, and he was glad that she could make her boyfriend so happy with such a small gesture for the big day before he wrapped her in a kiss and she heard him say, ,,Thank you, my sweet. It means a lot to me,” as he walked enthusiastically around the decoration.

°Together they went outside with a pumpkin pie in hand, they both went on an “adult tour” and met up with a few friends, and Butcher himself seemed to enjoy the usual decorations and the “violence” around him. ,,This is going to be so good!” Hughie had said, and his dark curls were crawling with spiders, his eye was darkly made up, and false points hung from his canines. ,,My sweet spider" she replied, looking at her friend, who, like children, was looking forward to the dark, lying night. His hands wrapped around her, drawing her into a kiss, she went like a mutated explorer at his side, spider webs hanging out, and she was so close to making the find of her life, but the “spider” had been faster. That was more or less the story they had chosen for the costume contest they wanted to win together this year, and Hughie kept playing around with her spider arms, making her smile.

°The whole evening into the night and morning hours, they celebrated like they had never celebrated before. Hughie seemed more relaxed than he had in a long time. He put his hands around her side, the spider that had sought out its victim, or the alcohol that did its usual and the mood among everyone heated up even more. He was in a good temper and so was she. It was the night when they could forget the dangers that lurked out there in costumes like that. He kept pulling her close when they spun around, kissing her, only to laugh when she tousled his hair and a bunch of little plastic spiders fell out. The night could only get better…

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Butcher

°For him, the whole year was like spring, summer, fall and winter that come and go, nothing new and nothing new would ever come. His pessimistic, realistic view was not only due to the incident with his wife, but also to his Well, that's what he still thought, but he couldn't help seeing his love when she showed him her Halloween costume. ,,It makes you want to get laid,” he said when he saw the cat costume, or whatever the short dress with the fake fur ears meant. Maybe Halloween had a good side to it besides the alcohol and all the blood. ,,I know, pretty sexy, right?” She asked and saw the pleased look on her lover's face as he put down his whiskey glass and stood up from the couch, sliding his hand over the short dress to express his affection once more. She knew how to make Halloween more than just sweet for him.

°The plan was simple: After she had finally gotten Butcher off her because he didn't want to stop kissing and teasing her, the two had made it out into the streets. These were full of young adults in costumes, children who were too small to have ever seen a horror movie, and a few superheroes who had “lost their way” and were certainly not looking for a new victim. But she walked around in this crowd with Butcher, his hand on her side, occasionally stroking the costume while she greeted a few friends and Butcher smiled a little more than usual, ,,My sweet grumpy bear,” she whispered to him as well as the gig or as well as one could hear something like that could hear in the crowd and saw his smirk as he stroked her cheek and pulled her into another kiss for that evening. ,,For you, my sweet cat,” he replied, pulling on the costume tail that almost came off and ignoring her warning look with a laugh.

°But even though it was nighttime, she hadn't seen Butcher so happy in a long time. Neither of their nerves were known for getting along well with humans, and it didn't take long before Butcher struck out and slapped her across the face while taking her beer after hitting on her with bad flirtations, even though she said no. So she held Butcher's slightly red hand back from the blows while the two of them, shaking their heads in annoyance at the lout, returned to their shared apartment and sat back down on the couch where they had been sitting hours earlier, wondering if it would all be worth it. ,,I still think my grumpy bear was fantastic today I love you,” she said, leaning her head on his shoulder and taking one of the sweets while Butcher took a swig of beer and nodded. ,,I love you too, and…hey, maybe I like Halloween, at least for today,” he replied, pointing to the haul they had earned quite honestly, and they both had to laugh before he wrapped his arms around him in another kiss.

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[elwon]

Game: 10 first lines challenge

Tagged by @stevieraebarnes sort of, lol

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

Oh Bird, Worry Not: Jason stands off to the side as Dick continues to flick through the costume rails of Spirit Halloween.

Cold Love, Hot Blood: Dick sighs, his breath misting out into the frigid air.

My Love Is An Animal Call: Jason’s entranced, eyes fully focused on the bushy tail on the other side of the room.

If You Want To Give: The snow is deep and crisp as Jason walks up the driveway of Wayne Manor, the taxi that dropped him off disappearing into the gloom of the pre-dawn light.

All Of Eden's Vices Running Through My Veins: As the god of Travellers, and of the Forsaken, Nightwing’s had favourite priests before, of course he has.

Red In The Blue: If fucking into Dick ‘Pretty Boy’ Grayson were an Olympic sport, then Jason would be a gold medal winner, if he does say so himself; he’s damn good at it.

Eyes Like Frozen Planets: Dick’s breath mists in the air before him as he watches the ice creep across the large windows of the Belfry.

And I Don't Know What's Got Its Teeth In Me: March, 1884: Jason wakes to a stinging ache in his neck, and the numb cold radiating up from the floor he’s sitting on.

So Let's Get Swallowed Whole: After Jason had taken a nasty shot to the flank with an explosive bullet that had miraculously managed to not explode, Dick had somehow convinced Jason to move in with him to recover.

Flood Me Like Atlantic: It’s a lovely, warm spring night, with the moon hanging full in the sky.

The first thing I really notice is that I tend to set up the POV character within the first sentence. The second is that I try to set up the atmosphere or the setting of the piece too. I also try to hook the reader's attention with just that first line. Sometimes it's more effective than others, lol

Tagging anyone who wants to do this!

[laurenovercalifornia]

[allwaswell16]

—Fics by allwaswell16—

[ Drabbles ]

Attention [T, 666 words, Halloween, fic post]

When Louis is sent to buy more candy for the Halloween party, he finds the perfect costume, one that's sure to get under his nemesis' skin.

Spring Break [NR, 500 words, vacation, fic post]

Harry runs into a familiar face while on spring break. (His face isn't the only part of him that he notices.)

Today's the Day (series) [G, 300 words, winter, fic post]

Part One: Polar [G, 100 words] Harry pines for the beautiful boy he sees in the coffee shop. Part Two: Radiator [G, 100 words] Harry meets the beautiful boy in the coffee shop he has been pining over. Part Three: Melt [G, 100 words] Harry talks to the boy in the coffee shop he has been pining over.

And Follow The Sun [G, 100 words, uni, fic post]

Harry pines for the boy who sits across the classroom from him.

Maybe I've Been California Dreaming [G, 100 words, beach, fic post]

Retired football star Louis Tomlinson finds having a beach as his backyard has one very handsome perk.

Falling Back [T, 100 words, soulmates, fic post]

Louis is late and runs into the last person he wants to see--his soulmate.

[evelynshq]

[EVELYN HARPER]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [AISHA DEE]. You must be the [27] year old [BARISTA AT BLACK CAT CAFE]. Word is you’re [RESILIENT] but can also be a bit [IMPULSIVE] and your favorite song is [BAD INTENTIONS BY NIYKEE HEATON]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS] || @aurorabayaesthetic

tw: mental health, substance use, death

Full Name: Evelyn Hope Harper 

Nicknames: Evie, Eve, Harper

Gender / Pronouns: Cisfemale, She/Her 

Sexual Orientation: bisexual w a preference for women

Birthday: October 30th, 27 years old, Scorpio 

Hometown: Aurora Bay, California - born and raised, left for 10 years and returned three months ago

Residence: Ocean Crest Apartments 

Personality Traits: Impulsive, Indecisive, Creative, Adaptive, Resilient, Deceitful, Guarded, Resourceful and Independent

Face Claim: Sarah Jeffery

Height: 5’3” 

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Light Brown

Piercings: Ears 

Tattoos: planet & stars on her inner hip 

Hobbies/Interests: playing guitar, piano, flute, ukulele, swimming, hiking, biking, writing, reading, drawing, painting, crocheting, skateboarding, hockey, basketball, partying

can be seen dressed in a variety of styles- prides herself on her eclectic fashion-sense 

likes anything oreo

night owl over early bird

prefers warmer weather (spring / summer) 

favorite holiday is halloween 

favorite animals are giraffes 

favorite color is green 

smells like vanilla and honey 

favorite artist: Halsey 

Evelyn Hope Harper was born to a nurturing and supportive family. The only child to Erin and Anthony Harper - their pride and joy. It was a typical start with occasional disagreements, parents volunteering for school trips, last minute outings to parks, libraries, beaches, and vacations all around the west coast. Evelyn’s mother, Erin was a receptionist for the local dentist office with welcome all with the kind of smile that could allow the most pessimist an opportunity to smile. Erin was a warm hug through and through whereas Evelyn’s father, Anthony, was a marshmallow wrapped around sand paper. Anthony was a truck driver who would have to leave his family for long periods of time, always returning back to where he belonged. Anthony participated in as much as Evelyn’s life as his job allowed. He was the most vulnerable when it came to his daughter and the relationship they shared. Evelyn spent a significant amount of time with her father growing up, learning a variety of skills from how to play various instruments, how to start a camp fire, ice skating, how to unlock a locked car, and practicing situational awareness. Evelyn had scored the ultimate gift of a cohesive family unit. 

Evelyn was the type of child who wanted to explore the world’s greatest treasures - a true adventurer. If there was something that sparked her interest, she was going to give it a go. Evelyn loved to learn and treated the world with kindness. Her spirit had radiated a vibrant yellow, thanks to the environment that she grew up in. However, it wasn’t always peachy keen. At times there were days that had been filled with sadness, mistakes that were made and hard to forgive, and apologies that needed to be given. The world was a place with so much darkness to where Erin and Anthony made sure that Evelyn minimally had to experience those instances. While Anthony and Erin were great parents, they hadn’t always been so as partners to one another. Evelyn’s parents had decided that through all the rough waters that had faced together, they were going to put in the work, go to counseling, keep their little family together. 

Little did she know that her world was about to get smaller a short few months after her tenth birthday. Despite all medical interventions, Anthony had passed away due to injuries that he sustained during a fatal car accident. Anthony was on his way to a school concert for Evelyn after work and never made it there. Her father had anticipated in surprising Evelyn with a new guitar and Erin, a vow renewal ceremony. There was nothing that felt more catastrophic to the Harper women than the loss of Anthony. Their loss brought them closer together for a period of time and they were the anchor for the other. Although life was hard, they had the support of family and friends to lift their spirits. 

After three years, Erin had begun her own spiral of grief with limited availability to care for Evelyn. It had felt like a lifetime already without Anthony. Being the only parent, Erin had begun to feel the weight of how difficult raising a child was alongside all other life’s expectations. Evelyn moved around after school to various relatives and family friends because Erin had to “stay late at work” or some other rationale, which in reality,  she was driving to bars around town and finding her own way to silence the suffering. Evelyn watched her mother from afar fade away into a person that she no longer recognized. She starting showing up late to school events, was calling out of work in the middle of the week, and spending less time creating home-cooked meals. As a child, Evelyn was rather naive into the understanding of what was happening with her mother. 

Evelyn had her own struggles - grieving the loss of her father while also experiencing the distant of her mother. Evelyn couldn’t put her finger on why but started to wonder if there was something she had done to cause the change in the relationship. When confronting her mother about these feelings, Evelyn noticed how cold, withdrawn, and angry her mother had become towards her: she was a reminder of her husband.  Evelyn had a practice that was cancelled last minute and she went home on the bus that afternoon. During that afternoon home alone, Evelyn was going to surprise her mother with a home-cooked meal that a thirteen year old could do on her own. In the midst of looking for supplies, Evelyn had stubbled upon Erin’s drug paraphenlia.  When discussing this with another adults in her life, they had realized that the Harper residence was no longer a safe environment for her. This allowed for an intervention that Evelyn’s mother desperately needed. Erin went to receive support for her substance use, in addition to her mental health in order to be able to take care of her daughter again. It was a long road, but after two years between inpatient and outpatient treatment, she would gain her rights again. There were a couple of solid years where her mother stayed on the right path, and things seemed as if they were going to be better for the both of them. Evelyn’s mother ended up with a relapse when she was seventeen years old. Evelyn stayed with an aunt, finished out the rest of high school and decided to move to the east coast. 

Evelyn was trying to figure out what she wanted to do with her life and what her life was going to look like moving forward. Keeping it light, Evelyn got herself a job on the boardwalk selling typical tourist merchandise. While working her first summer in the new city, Evelyn met a man that instantly had her at hello. She got herself into a relationship that ended up being toxic, emotional, and controlling. She had been craving the ability to give and receive love that she had been blind for some time about what it looked like to have a healthy relationship. This relationship last for two years and so did the job at the boardwalk. Evelyn eventually found herself in a variety of working environments while living on her own and establishing her social network and other hobbies. Some of these places include: restaurants, ski resorts, record shops, animal shelters, coffee shops, arcades, bookstores, etc. She learned so many skills that Evelyn was able to connect with a wide range of individuals. Evelyn was the woman that nearly everyone could get along with. She was outgoing, adventurous, intelligent, bubbly, and confident. 

During one of her many employments after the boardwalk, Evelyn fell into a relationship with a man who would eventually cheat on her with a coworker. This wouldn’t be her last taste at poor intuition. Evelyn had been working at another one of her jobs and began a friendship that she hadn’t known she needed. It was the first time in a long time that she felt cared for. The woman brought back that vibrant yellow aura in Evelyn, allowing her to be an authentic version of herself without attempting to change who she was. It was refreshing to envision the future with a potential person that could provide her with the compassion that she had been desperately trying to replicate from, in different ways, the loss of both of her parents. After disclosing intimate feelings for the woman, Evelyn’s world once again came crashing down. The feelings were not reciprocated. 

Evelyn went into her own maladative patterns of destruction: shopping sprees, staying out until early in the morning, periodic hook-ups, and even her own drug use. Her feelings of hopelessness, isolation, and grief were so strong that Evelyn had to seek her own mental health treatment. For her, it was dark and uncertain. After receiving the support that she needed, Evelyn was stable enough to return to life. 

Evelyn decided then and there that she was going to go college and find something that she could turn into a passion. Evelyn wanted to give herself a real opportunity to establish a career. She eventually found herself returning back home not only to take courses, but slowly attempting to mend her relationship with her mother. Evelyn has been back in Aurora Bay for about three months. In that time, Evelyn has been helping her mother clean up the house and adopt a furry friend to provide her with some company. In order to pay for tuition, Evelyn seeked employment at the Black Cat Cafe. 

Evelyn recently moved out of her mothers house and moved into Ocean Crest Apartments, along side her partner in paws, Marley. She is looking for a fresh start in the place that she had always know as home. While feeling fueled with optimism of her new start, she still is on edge of others. She has lost trust and remains rigid on allowing anyone in about what she had experienced when she was on the east coast. For those who knew Evelyn before would had trouble picking her out of a crowd now. She’s superficial and vague but can carry a conversation if it’s what she truly wants. 

[murasakikagekitsune]

My Diaracial Identities

(Image ID: A rectangular flag consisting of six vertical stripes that are white, pink, red, maroon, blue and then yellow from left to right.)

The first three stripes represent my transjapanese identity - the white and red stripes are the colours of the Japanese flag and the pink stripe is the most common colour for cherry blossoms, an iconic tree associated with Japan in spring. The second set of stripes represent my transsami identity, because the Saami people wear the primary colours on their clothing.

My Stance on Transid People

I support all transid people - race and gender are social constructs meant to confine people to certain labels; doing so by not supporting transgender and diaracial people would be eugenicist because that means labelling race with biological features only. There's also the explanations of being your transid identity in a past life or as a headmate in a system, so dismissing this would be ignoring the psychological or spiritual aspect of transid identities.

As for transids like trans medical conditions or transfaith, I believe these are good ways of describing your new faith or medical conditions as a part of self-diagnosis or self-discovery, because you have transitioned from your old state of being to your new one - in transfaith circles, I suppose it would be synonymous with the word convert. With regards to situationally exclusive medical conditions such as Acute Radiation Sickness or being an amputee, you could argue that you didn't have certain limbs or were Ukrainian or Japanese in a past life (like me - I'm transjapanese now because a past life) but the most common explanation is BID, or a medical delusion. That's not to say that I discredit people with BID - rather, I think that the medical transids are helpful in explaining BID to the general public; i.e "I believe that I have Acute Radiation Sickness because of mental health issues." Besides, if people want to live with these medical conditions (excluding Acute Radiation Sickness or terminal cancer - I honestly don't think anyone without BID or a death wish would want them) isn't that a good thing? I would rather people want a medical condition than be terrified of it.

I take much the same angle with diaracial and diaethnic people - if people want to be part of a culture, in good faith, and do their research on the customs, then it ensures that the culture doesn't die out. All groups are welcoming to outsiders if they are willing to learn. Think of it as a mass effort against racism. This is, however, different from cultural appropriation - if you pick up a First Nations' headdress, for example, because you want to wear it for Halloween and you are unwilling to learn the culture of that group, then that is racist.

[stankycowboy]

"Here." Delicately a small box is dropped into his lap before she plops down into the soft, pink embrace of her bed.

It's simple mostly. Black with no paper but tied around it is a bow printed with a pattern of eyeballs. The small tag reads 'Trick & Treat' in glittering gel ink. Nestled within the confines are two things. The first is a necklace. The main pendant is half a technicolor heart with the inscription BFF on it. Though with it hang several molar teeth --- charms that are just too realistic in look (and even feel) to be fake. One even has a gold cap. That, in her mind, was the trick. Nothing heinous, rather hilarious. Or in her humblest opinion it's worth a laugh. If nothing else she got a kick out of the idea.

The second item is absolutely the treat. A classic style stiletto switchblade. The handle is a sleek black marbling, and the blade whips out smooth as silk; sharp and shiny ready to slice or dice. Of course, being the beast he is, it's not a necessary item but since when were knives not fun? Never.

"Happy Halloween."

Severen drops the bag of candy he has been carrying for her into the small pink chair by the door. It slumps, nearly spilling their spoils amongst the scattering of other things that have accumulated there. Juliet collapses onto her bed in a similar fashion. He glances over at the sound of her voice, popping the sucker out of his mouth with an arched brow. He was pretty sure that gift giving wasn't really a part of the holiday, but turning down presents was not in his nature. Eagerly, he sits next to her and picks up the package. Admiring the outer decoration, he slips the lollipop back into place to free his hands. He flips the tag over, gives her a wink, and pulls the bow apart. The ribbon lies limply in his lap as he pries the lid off the box and peers inside. He is honestly surprised by the first object. A necklace. Handmade. Something in his throat constricts, emotion impossible to completely hide although he would admit to nothing if asked. A distant memory plays behind his eyes. Diamond encircling his throat with a string of glass beads. 'All snakes display their colors'. Severen is quiet for a nearly a full minute as he stares down at the heart, the acronym inscription such a trademark sign of the one who has made it that it's like a physical imprint of her frozen in time.

Feeling uncomfortable suddenly in his sentimentality, the flesh eater clears his throat and shifts on the bedspread, chuckling awkwardly. "S'nice" he smiles through his teeth, setting the lid down so he can pick up the jewelry and examine the teeth; respecting the bloodstains that were unable to be entirely scrubbed out. "Hn, that's a quality crown", he admires the accessorized tooth, thinking of how he would have pried this out to make a pretty penny 'back in the day'. He's so caught up in this first item he nearly misses the second without her gesturing to it. A soft exhale passes his lips as puts the box down in his lap to use his other hand to snatch up the truly exquisite knife. Brightly shining eyes run the length of the handle in wordless praise of the excellent styling. The nearly soundless, 'snick' of the blade springing from its housing actually makes the hairs on his neck stand up. It is a thing of beauty. "This is..." he sighs, like a kid on Christmas having their belief reaffirmed in Ol' St. Nick. Severen is completely dumbfounded by materialistic wonder. "...S'nice" he says again, quiet, rotating his hand to watch the light radiate blindingly off the polished edge. Finally, his gaze slips off his presents and he locks his eyes onto Juliet's with radiant joy. "We still gotta couple hours right?" He hasn't said 'thank you', he hasn't given her praise, or stumbled over himself to show a physical sign of his gratitude, yet it is not presumption, or greed that causes him to do so; it is the very honest surprise at being the recipient of such things. Like any over eager youth-- or one who acts like he is in any regard-- he is simply bursting to show his new wonders to the world; forgetting that Juliet is the provider, merely wanting her to join in the fun. Without waiting, Severen stands up, the box now a forgotten vessel tumbling to the floor as he ( regretfully ) tucks the blade back into the sheath so he may pocket it. Clumsily, he unclasps the necklace and secures it around his throat. It falls in a familiar place, the pendant just in the center of his clavicle-- framed by the faint ridges of the molten fragments still housed in his skin-- fingers touching it faintly, as if affirming its weight; its pride of place. Feigning ignorance to his bathos, Severen speeds toward the door. "C'mon!" He encourages her with a nod of his head, ready to see just how sharp his new knife is on the first motherfucker he finds. Diamond would approve, that he's sure, and that is good enough for him.

[nurfhurdur]

Now that Halloween is over it's basically the holidays. Let's throw out some angsty holiday headcanons.

Jesse didn't want to attend his first Thanksgiving or Christmas with the new people he'd found in Radiator Springs because they had their own twist on adding everyone's personal traditions and he didn't think he had anything to offer.