#halloween vibez

[kingrosalani]

Made a lil spooky vibe playlist for y’all

It’s our time 🧡🎃

[goldlustlifestyledesign]

🦇 lace bat macrame + witchy snail + marble hexagon propagation station & candle holders = yearround halloween vibez.

[webkinzwrld]

panera’s seasonal cookies making us really feel the fall/halloween vibez per usual 🦇✨

[hauntedfurby]

Orange Halloween vibeZ

[memurfevur-archive]

HADESA. What's your favorite part about Halloween? >:D

"DE VIBEZ!"

She pauses, then elaborates further.

"OKAY OKAY, DIZ MIGHT ZOUND WEIRD BUT LIKE.. I CAN KIND OF ZENZE? ZEE? FEEL? DUNNO! BUT I CAN ZENZE DIFFERENT AURAZ. DIFFERENT VIBRATIONZ. EVERYDING GIVEZ IT OFF, EVEN NON-LIVING AND INANIMATE DINGZ.

"AND DE VIBEZ HALLOWEEN AND ALL ITZ DECORATIONZ AND COZTUMES AND EVERYDING GIVE UP A PARTICULAR VIBE DAT IZ JUZT FUN TO ME. CREEPY VIBEZ, HAUNTING VIBEZ, ITZ... FAMILIAR.

"IF YOU WANT A LEZZ EZOTERIC ANZWER DEN, DE DECORATIONZ FOR ZURE."

She gestures to the the giant pumpkin container that she's made a bed of, and the life-size Jason statue sitting on her couch. She gestures to the cobwebs she's hung up, the skeletons and fake bats, the glass chalices full of chocolate eyeballs and spider-rings.

"ITZ A HOLIDAY WHERE I KIND OF GET TO FEEL LIKE A KID AGAIN, GOING AROUND PULLING PRANKZ ON PEOPLE WHILE DREZZED IN A WHITE ZHEET HAHA."

[lethargicsunlight]

Dabi XSpookyQuirk!Reader "Good-bye" (mini) (Part 6)

Dabi's palm was set against his chin as he looked out the passenger side window. He'd offered to drive, but you had insisted that was ridiculous because he had a head wound.

Which, to your point, his head was absolutely throbbing.

"You think we should try a pay phone?"

Your voice chases his grogginess, but it can't erase the pain.

"I think we're fine."

"…You, sure? I mean if we can get in touch with Kurogiri--"

"Do you remember the number?"

"…No."

He did. But he wasn't going to admit it.

They could probably go about the situation a thousand ways. Drive into town and buy a phone charger from a twenty-four seven corner store, or maybe there was a computer café open at all hours where they could instant message or email one of the League..

But he wasn't going to voice those things. At least not yet.

He just wanted to extend this time, this drive with you, as much as possible.

And you did too. So you didn't argue.

---

Though, as the night progressed, the propensity for Shigaraki's anger to mount was nagging at you both.  (Even more so than the weird tension that followed after Dabi 'checking you for injuries')

You looked decent enough to go inside a corner store and buy a phone charger. After parking the car near an abandoned lot, you left it running and used the usb port to charge the device--and sent Kurogiri and Shigaraki both a text message with your location.

Daizou thumbs a part of his uniform, standing where you can see him.

"I guess this is goodbye."

You reach your hand out as though to shake, "I wouldn't have survived this without you. Thank you." And you mean it. He lends his hand, and though you don't feel it, you both enact the motion.

Dabi awkwardly stays off to the side, leaning against the doors of the car; watching you shake hands with nothing.

"Yeah, well. It was... interesting, I guess." He muses, then looks up at the sky. "...I suppose I should probably head on up. As much fun as this was.. being around someone that could hear me, reminded me what it was like to have friends. To be loved."

He looks back and winks, "Got me a wife up there, ya'know. I wonder if she'll look at me the way ya'll looked at each other after he woke up."

Flustered, but confident Dabi couldn't hear him, you hide it with scratching at your face.

"Yeah well--I hope so too. I'm sure she misses you."

On cue, Dabi clears his throat. "Uh--I'm not, sure how to go about this but.." he leans a little towards you. "Where is this guy standing?"

You blink, surprised, then gesture. "Four feet, that way."

He tries to configure that and look in Daizou's direction. "Thanks, dead guy."

Daizou just shakes his head, "Yeah. You're welcome."  You relay that message to Dabi, who gives a slightly embarrassed nod, then looks anywhere but the location you had pointed too.

Something about that little gesture infinitely warmed you. Most of your life, you had lived and dealt with people who had not believed in your quirk--no matter what proof you approached them with. They were always in denial. The League had been your first taste of acceptance.

But Dabi had not only proven his belief, time and time again--he accepted it as something he should respond to and be a part of. The ghost was as much a person to him, as he was to you.

Don't cry, don't cry...

You give the ghost a warm smile, watching as he begins to fade. "I'm glad I met you. Good-bye Daizou."

"Good-bye, you silly delinquent."

You chuckle, then wipe the little bit of wetness at the corner of your eye. It always hurts, just a little.

"He gone..?" Dabi asks after a few seconds of silence, and you nod. Your phone begins to ring, and you pick it up without thinking.

"Hello--"

"WHY ARE YOU TWO FUCKING CITIES AWAY FROM THE CASINO?! I SWEAR, IF YOU TWO WERE DOING HANKY PANKY AND WASTING TIME ON THE JOB WHILE WE WORRIED OVER YOU--"

You and Dabi shared a grimace. Yep. Should've known.

[ladiablita209]

Work in progress heh🧸

[kingrosalani]

Happy Halloween yall

Here’s some BTS recap I got of the Barnum Circus of Freaks on Saturday! 🎃 👻

[marcelline16]

[scoobidoobiidoo]

[allystrending]

Why are you guys up to? I’m catching up on Homework and I’m excited for Halloween tomorrow but idk what I’m gonna be ._. lol this year the lead up to Halloween hasn’t been as exciting as the last years since the main event of trick or treating is pretty much canceled... at least for me. But tell me what you guys think? And what your most excited for? What are you gonna be for Halloween have a good day guys ✌️

[onlinemgc]

Accosta the Man - Flying Saucers Over Los Angeles

[lethargicsunlight]

Dabi X SpookyQuirk!Reader "Conflagration" (mini) (Part 8)

(See the other parts on my directory! LINK)

It's happening again.

The fire.

Bark on a nearby tree has turned black, crisscrossed with cerulean streaks; like lightning, glowing from within. Embers spit and sizzle, arcing down to the scorched earth from the branches and dancing on the thermal winds that send the blaze into organic, breath-like spirals.

It's loud. You've never heard anything like it. The very air was as though bellowing  with emotion; tearing it molecularly apart to feed a frenzied beast. Between the cacophony and the sapphire hues--you reach for serenity. To pull apart the pain that keeps you tethered, and move past it.

This was your third time visiting this place.

The second had been like the first, stuck and swallowed by the flames and waking up in a cold sweat.

But not this time.

Determined to change the fate of this vision, you let go of trying to struggle and sink into the scenery. It's wretched--the pain insurmountable despite how you remain absolutely lucid as something you can't fathom rakes through your flesh down to the bone. You can see and you can't see all at once.

Your eyes are closed, but you also know what the fire looks like--what the burning foliage looks like. You know there's a stream nearby, even though your body won't move towards it. You know there's someone that was supposed to be here..

But they never came.

It's their fault.

These thoughts aren't yours. These memories aren't yours. Finally everything seems to mount until at a fever pitch, and your essence finally blends in--syncing with the environment and becoming part of it.

Why didn't he come?!

If he had... just this once..!

I could've shown him!

It was a little boy's voice; echoing through the smoke that rose from burning trees and boiling streams. Broken, angry, and sad.

Finally, the world begins fading to black like dropping ink into a glass of water; transparent at first, but then its pitch darkness.

And at the vision's end, all you can feel is cold.

----

This time when you wake up, your body is buzzing. Your arms and chest quake uncontrollably, and you grab for your phone to check the time. It's 2:45 AM. You try to set it down carefully, but instead it clatters unto the wood of the bedside table.

You force yourself to rise and sit at the side of the bed; shaking hands massaging your scalp as you stare at the floor.

This wasn't a coincidence anymore.

At first, you thought this was some subconscious dialogue your own mind wanted to share with you; a warning as you kept finding yourself closer and closer with the League of Villains and Dabi in particular. Seeing as things had turned out, however.. there was no warning that could sway you. Your mind's previous interpretations of 'right' and 'wrong' had evolved, and you could no longer look at the world in the black and white spectrum as it wanted you to.

So why?

You can put two and two together. You were being burned, or rather, whoever you were projecting from had been. And, seeing as how Dabi was littered with burn scars..

It's really amazing you hadn't figured it out till now.

The broken and sad voice of the boy echoes in your mind and it takes a full second to convince yourself that it's not happening again as you fidget, and eventually stand up. There's no way you can go back to sleep now. Instead, you begin to get dressed. You needed to go outside and be somewhere other than this room.

Since you had shared a kiss with the elusive metal firebrand, you had both promised to be more open. Unfortunately though, while you had plenty of confessions for him.. he had little. Not for being secretive, but more because he spent most of his time focused on what needed to be done. He admitted to some personal pleasures, but they were far from anything he 'loved' or 'favored' for more than short-term. Whether that was hobbies or even people. He never kept anyone close, and even the League was often just at arms length.

When it came to his past though, he was always short about his answers and quick to go into his usual manifesto.

"So.." You start, a little awkwardly as the two of you are making headway back towards the base. It has almost felt like a game of twenty questions, as he relinquished to finally asking you about your life and quirk. 'What was it like as a kid?' 'Did you have parents?' 'Was it scary?'

"Those scars..? How did you get them?"

You can see a shift in his posture then, and his eyes narrow as he focuses forward. "Something that happened quite a while ago now. It's a reminder of my purpose.. but it's nothing more important than that."

Your eyebrows dip in, and you know it probably is more important than that, but you don't push. "Oh.."

There's a flash of guilt in his eyes as he recognizes the disappointment in your voice. "It's because of this hero society." He spits the venom laced words, trying to pivot your attention to something else. "They're hypocrites, and they need to be torn down from their shiny pedestals. They think they're invincible because this twisted society protects them.. but we're going to stop that."

He looks at you, eyes hard and hot with malice and determination. "Right..?" He asks you, as though his interpretation of 'we' was actually intended for the two of you alone, rather than the League and its entirety.

"Right."

You're still shaking as you make your way downstairs. You're surprised to find Shigaraki and Kurogiri both there; the latter at the bar and the former with his face lit up by a monitor in the corner.

"Y/n?" It's Kurogiri announcing your presence, fiery yellow eyes unreadable despite the concerned sound in his voice.

"Sorry. Had a hard time sleeping again, I just need some air." You say, making your way towards the exit.

The bell sounds a familiar jingle upon your departure, and you don't notice Shigaraki turning in his chair to stare at the door as it closes.

Kurogiri goes about making you some of that tea he mentioned weeks back, and eventually he brings it out to you; still piping hot and tasting of medicine. It helps, but you never bring yourself to admit to the misty man what you had been dreaming about. You make the excuse that you may have overused your quirk, or weren't used to the extended effects of your new abilities and it affected your sleep. That was good enough for him.

When you return to your room in the hopes of getting the last few hours of rest, you first stand outside of it--wondering if you should take a few steps more down the hall to a certain door. The discovery of your mutual feelings encouraged you--but it was still so new. You feared confronting him about the dreams might turn him away and make him cold again.

Instead you sluggishly return to bed. When chasing sleep didn't work, you grabbed the sketchbook from your bag and used the light on your phone to sketch the fire.

When the image felt empty, you added a silhouette of a boy in pain.

[borderlinefroggie]

oogie boogie song by voiceplay!! its a cover but oh boy is it good!! especially notice the very last note😁

THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS BUT I HAVENT HEARD THIS COVER AHHH!!! its so good omg so perfect!!! Have you heard the Tiger Army cover??

[lunabruja13]

Just some spooky season vibez.