#happy halloween bitches >:D

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Uh... guys? There's something weird about these kids...

(still images under the cut!)

Alcor and Lucy Ann getting up to Mischief™️ is one of my fav tropes. child-shaped agents of chaos

[simpjaes]

So Sweet. ― P.JS

The one where Jay, in all of his cherry-flavored thoughts, makes you cherry flavored too. requested here, here, and here 

minors dni 

PAIRING ― park jongseong x afab reader  

WORDCOUNT― 3.8k

CONTENT―   reader is jealous over nothing, NO THIS IS NOT ANGST, mostly just smutty stuff, food play, costume party (jay is wearing cat ears hueheuehue), alcohol is involved but it’s consenting, ya’ll fuck in [redacted]’s room and leave the mess for him to clean up. 

WARNING―  idk, reader is possessive and jealous, kinda crazy. very me tbh. jay kinda just shoves it in even tho it’s painful for her……and keeps going………

NOTE ― happy almost halloween :D this is very short, written with haste, and probably not that good but…….jay, yknow? jay makes it good. 

nsfw tags under cut

nsfw tags― big fat huge cock jay, candy-play, costumes & cat ears, reader sucks his candy like it’s his cock and he nearly combusts over it,  pussy eating, cock stuffing, cream pie

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It’s gotta be the cat ears, you think, as you stare at your boyfriend from across the room. Everyone is a blur, but goddamn something is off tonight. Because, like, why is every fucking woman in this room staring at him like they wanna rip his clothes off?! 

Or, maybe it’s that faux-freshly-fucked blushy glow across his cheeks, or the blinking out of sync that comes paired with his drunken jokes and words. The atmosphere truly is making the usual, stoic, lame-ass Jay appear as nothing but an endearing cat-man who deserves a mouth on him. 

And you know, the fact that you came here with him, with matching ears and a fucking tail, should scare off all these little bitches, yet there they are? Suddenly just so interested in your man?! 

Jake is the first to notice the way you stare, raising a brow in confusion.

“You guys get in a fight or something?” He asks as his own animal-themed ears flop around when he turns his head to you.

“No–” You narrow your eyes at a woman who keeps glancing at your boyfriend as you say it, paying Jake little to no mind. “Just wondering why everyone has a hard-on for my boyfriend right now.”

Jake nods, pouting his lip out and raising a brow as if to silently say “Ah, makes sense.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better–” Jake starts, glancing around the room. “I literally don’t see anyone trying to get it on with him. I think you’re making problems.”

Pause.

“Please. Look at her!” You slightly raise your voice, pointing to a woman who is absolutely not trying to get on Jay’s dick, in fact, she’s literally eyeing Heeseung like she’s about to pounce. 

It’s really just the fact that she’s standing right next to Jay, and you caught her looking at him a few times, and also they had a “conversation” a few days ago. Nevermind that it was a “See ya after break!” type of conversation, or that she said it to everyone, and not specifically to Jay. It’s just that he responded alongside everyone else.

“You’re being annoying.” Jake finally starts to walk away from you, not actually annoyed but more-so amused at how jealous you’ve become solely because you’ve had a few shots. 

It’s not often you drink, after all. 

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Gonna go kiss on your man–” Jake laughs, now rushing his way through a crowd of drinkers and glancing at you when he whispers in your boyfriend’s ear.

You watch the way Jay falls into a face of concentration trying to hear his friend, and then see his eyes flick to you. 

Oh, well that’s just great. Surely Jake isn’t actually trying to hit on Jay, he’s probably over there snitching like a little asshole. Which sucks because this relationship with Jay is….it’s kinda new, you know? You don’t want to come across as the possessive type, or like– controlling.

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You find yourself panicking when Jay stumbles his way over to you, a newly unwrapped lollipop hanging half from his lips as he sips his drink around the candy, and only spilling it once solely because he keeps his eyes on you rather than his footing. Jake is left behind, now beside that girl that clearly wants Heeseung to bone her into the next dimension, looking uncomfortable and left out. 

Good. He deserves it. 

“So…” Jay says as he stands next to you, leaning back against the wall and snaking one arm behind you to grab at your waist. “Someone’s jealous?”

You fold in on yourself a little bit, feeling that grip he gives to you that forces you against his side. 

“Of course not.” You mumble, sipping from your cup and still staring out into the room of people. “Why would you ever think that?”

“Jake said so.” Jay laughs now, leaning his head over to whisper under your ear. “You saying he’s lying?”

His breath sends a shiver down your spine just as the song changes to that of muffled bass, loud enough to have you wanting to cover your ears.

“Yes–” You start. 

“Huh?” Jay pulls back to look at you. 

“Yes, he’s lying.” You try again.

“What?”

Before you try to answer again, you feel him pull you. Around a corner, up, up, and away from the booming music one floor up. He lands you in someone’s room, fuck if you know who’s.

“Hm?”

Your breath catches in your throat when you look at him now. No one else in the room to muffle that croak in his drunken voice, those blushed cheeks, the fucking ears.

“I said, he’s lying.” You say meekly, unable to tear your eyes from the little split in his lip, reddened by the candy hanging from his mouth. 

His breath smells of cherry and tequila when he leans closer, tilting his head playfully to look into your eyes, as if to check if you’re the one lying. 

“Is that so?” He says, pulling the lollipop from his lips and sucking the taste down his throat, allowing that scent to waft through your nose yet again. “So you don’t mind knowing Jake’s ex tried to get my number?” 

Your eyes widen before they narrow. You cross your arms and look away from him.

“Of course not.” You lie. 

“And you wouldn’t care that I gave it to her?” He says now, hovering his lips near yours, eyes hooded as he plays with his words. 

That makes your blood boil though, and no longer can you sit here and pretend like you wouldn’t bring out the claws and start pulling hair if it comes to it. After all, that bitch was a homewrecker! Totally broke Jake’s heart and has the audacity to come to parties when she knows he will be here? And she asked for Jay’s number?!

And he gave it to her?! Jay chuckles when he pulls back, popping the candy back into his mouth as he studies the shift in your nonchalant vibe. He stays silent though, amused, waiting for you to argue until he notices the way your eyes fall. 

No longer annoyed, but hurt.

In all fairness, that silence he gave you after that had you thinking…he really gave her his number?

“Baby–” Jay soothes now, pushing the lollipop to his cheek with his tongue so he can speak as clearly as he can despite the slur in his speech from the drinks. “I’m joking.”

The relief washes over your drunken mind, feeling better but now back to being irritated. What’s with him right now? You don’t exactly want to be jealous, but the fact that he’s making damn sure that you were is kinda…like, is he into that? Does he want you to be possessive?

You’d be lying though, if you said he didn’t look hot as hell the other day pulling you closer to his side because a store clerk looked at you for a second too long. You might’ve even swooned a bit. 

“You’re a dick.” You finally respond, shoving him back playfully, unable to hide the relieved smile on your lips. “Looking hot-and-bothered all night, leaving me in a random room only for me to see you talking with some girl after finding you again.” 

He lends you his own laugh now, wiggling his eyebrows before popping the candy out of his mouth again. “Oh, her? The girl who Heeseung basically just finger fucked on the kitchen counter?”

You pause for a second, unsure as to why that sounds hot. Maybe just because she’s not after your man? Or maybe you like, wish you’d have seen.

“And you didn’t even take me to see?!” You go to playfully shove him again, but he stops you with his own gentle shove. Straight against the door, getting up real close to your face before whispering.

“So, you were jealous?” That slur in his speech is nowhere to be found before you taste the explosion of cherry. You’re kind of just staring at him, nodding out an admittance as his eyes fall lower, to where he’s tracing the bulbous head of that lollipop against your bottom lip. “Hot.”

“You’re going to drive me insane, you know that?” You finally say after the fourth or fifth time he’s swiped that lollipop against you, adding a translucent sheen to your already alcohol-sweet lips. 

“Mhm.” He nods triumphantly, now pushing the candy past your lips and into your mouth. “Should’ve came over and let me finger fuck you on the counter next, would that have made you feel better?” 

You roll your eyes playfully, ignoring the throb between your legs at his bold words. Jay isn’t typically this feisty, though you’d have totally let him do such a thing regardless of the eyes that could see. You just, like, didn’t really think he’d be willing to do something like that.

“I learn something new about you every day.” You chuckle out, noting the way he stares at your mouth and the way you suck on his lollipop. 

“Got loads of secrets for you, babe–” He smirks, taking initiative now and pressing his palms down on your shoulders, as if to make you lower yourself to the floor. Which, of course you do. You sink down, feeling the wooden door behind you sturdy and strong. As you do, he reaches over, locking the door.

What you think is about to be the best head of his life turns out to be him sinking down with you, slotting himself between your legs on the floor and pinning you there with his hands against the door. His head tilts cutely, the cat ears now looking more realistic than ever.

He doesn’t look like a curious little black cat anymore, he looks like he’s hunting for prey as he looks at you. 

“Look at you,” He says, more serious and without that smirk before he takes the candy back. “So, so cute.”

You’re melting against him after those words, feeling his tongue lick against your lips before you can even return to compliment. It’s sweet, red coated tongues creating a sugary mess, hums and pleasant sounds leave both of you at the flavor, only to deepen the kiss because neither of you can really get enough of it either. 

You reach up in the kiss, petting the ears on his head despite knowing he can’t feel it the way a real feline would, but he reacts all the same. Totally into it, even, nearly roleplaying as he groans. Maybe he’s just amused that you did that, or maybe he’s wondering if you’ll pull at his next or something. 

And in this kiss that seems to never end, he gets touchy. Pushing and pulling you to both give and take control, one hand moving from cupping your face, to gently holding your neck, up until it finds its way down down down, then up your scanty shirt. 

Totally lost in it, both of you are. With you skewing his ears to scratching at the nape of his neck, to him groping, and suddenly– prodding that same lollipop that you’d forgotten about between both of your lips. He’s amused when you lick it, the dulling cherry flavor coming back into the kiss with full force between you as he pulls back, red salvia stains all around his mouth before the smirk is back.

He watches as you take it back into your mouth, his own hand pushing it in and out, watching you chase it when he tries to pull it out entirely, only to shove it back in, deeper. That’s when he groans, pinching your nipple through your shirt particularly hard due to the sheer arousal that rushes to his cock. It lends him a little throb, a dribble of pre-cum messing his pants.

That about does it for him, pulling the candy out of your mouth now despite the way you chase it pitifully. He pops it into his own temporarily so he can go straight for what he not only wants, but needs right now. You watch him, a little dazed with the way his hair matches perfectly with the color of the cat ears, now a little crooked due to your meddling. 

He goes straight for it too, reaching under your skirt and practically tearing your panties off of you before he’s spreading your thighs wide and re-adjusting himself back between your legs. 

You squeak a little in response, proud of the unintentional sound because it’s very in character for the whole, you know, matching cat costume thing. And he only responds with another kiss, the sucker now removed from his mouth as he offers the flavor through his own saliva. 

Drinking it up is easy as you lick into his mouth, feeling the way his fingers toy with your folds, sliding up and down the slippery heat before–

“Jay–” You pull back, confused at the new feeling between your legs as you look at him.

His pupils are wide when he looks at you, mouth still slack from the kiss you were in the middle of, shoulder moving in tune with each push inside of you. He doesn’t respond, lost entirely in the moment and so fucking horny over what he’s doing to you right now. 

He kisses against you again, moving his hand faster, deeper, when his lips reach your neck. 

“Cherry girl.” He mumbles mindlessly, kissing down your neck and to the exposed skin on your chest that your shirt offers. “Tastes good on you.” He continues to mumble, working his way down as he kisses over your clothes up until he dips under your skirt. “In you.”

So, yeah, you’re being fucked with a well-abused lollipop and you’re not ashamed to moan about it because, holy shit.

His mouth is on you harder than it was when he was making out with you previously. Chasing the flavor, moaning for it, gripping your ass and pulling you closer against his tongue. You grip at the hard floor under you, unable to grasp anything at all through the sudden and intense jolts of pleasure.

And he doesn’t stop moaning, that sucker still being pushed in and out of you, only pulled out briefly for him to, presumably, shove it in his mouth before circling his lips around your clit with a hard suck. And he does that over and over again, like a loop of intended pleasure where he’s just fucking drowning in all of his favorite flavors. 

To not be into this is insane, to not grip onto something is even crazier. You reach down, pulling your skirt up just to see the way his eyes are rolled back, totally unable to make eye contact with you as he relishes in the red-sugar flavor of your cunt. The image alone makes you roll your hips up, which leads to him moaning louder for you to do it again, and again, essentially fucking yourself both on your boyfriend’s tongue, and his candy. 

In the heat of the moment, you finally find your grip in his hair, pulling it so tightly between your fingers that you know it’s hurting him, but he seems to like it. Another secret of his, you guess, as you keep doing that, pulling his hair, riding up against the pleasure he’s offering, and then– god the fucking ears. 

So cute on a man doing something so filthy and messy. You can’t hold it, you just–

“Fuck, keep going–” You stutter out in time with your hips, jerking back and forth both towards and away from him. “Right there,”

Jay is beyond pleased knowing he can make you cum this way. It wasn’t exactly in the plan to fuck his girlfriend like this tonight, but he’s glad he did. Especially seeing you chase the pleasure like this. He’s quick to maintain his rhythm, pushing the lollipop in right at the perfect angle, lips and tongue vibrating against your clit in a way that forces your hips forward, unmoving, stiff and you release. 

He can feel it, that sticky sweet slick dripping out of you, pulsing with each rush of pleasure. It takes everything in him not to abandon your clit and drink it all up, but he’s stronger than (barely). He’s good to you, waiting until that grip in his hair finally loosens before–

You’re pulling twice as hard at it now. Feeling the way he gives you no seconds to recover. He’s immediately pushing his face back down, licking everything that’s dripped out of you and letting it slide down his throat before finally pulling the lollipop out of you.

And he continues to lick, and lick, and lick, sucking and still fucking you with his tongue, lollipop gripped in his hand, pressing it against your thigh as if it’s forgotten about.

You try to wiggle away from him, the sensitivity too much from the image of him going feral, to the way he’s licking inside of you, to the forceful push of his nose right against your sensitive clit. And it’s so fucking crazy too, the way you’re still throbbing, the way you feel a second orgasm coming far too soon to the point you know it’ll hurt. 

You grip at his hair again, accidentally unclipping one of his ears as you have to force him to come up for air. More for your sake, in all honesty, but fuuuuck, it’s hard to hold him here with the way he’s looking at you now.

Lost, confused, even a bit…insane.

“I can’t–”

He tries to push back down, tongue falling out of his mouth when you keep that grip in his hair. 

“Jay, It hurts.”

“Fuck, baby,” He starts in an out of breath groan, totally forgetting about the nearly-disintegrated lollipop as it drops to the floor. “Just really, really need it right now.” 

In that action, you see Jay act more desperate than he ever has, grabbing you by the ankles and pulling you further down, forcing your legs open despite the sensitivity. You swear you hear him purr when he looks between your legs, witnessing a wet mess of sweetness, only to see even more the truth of his words now. 

You see the truth of how badly he needs it in the way he takes that sticky hand of his and pushes it down his pants, not even unbuttoning them before aggressively palming against himself, panting out for you to give him more. 

God. You think you might be in love with this guy. Too soon.

Too fucking soon.

What does it matter if you’re sensitive? Fucking look at him. He’s dying for it.

And so, you spread your legs wider, embarrassingly wiggling down to lock your legs around your sweet, black-cat of a boyfriend who can’t stop furiously jerking off. 

“Take it then.” You coo out, wiggling your open cunt right in front of his lap.

He doesn’t take his time either, shoving his too-tight pants down his thighs, shifting onto his knees, and immediately stuffing his cock into that same sugary slick. He holds his breath at first before releasing an insanely broken moan at the grip of your cunt around him.

The moan nearly sounds like he’s in pain, muttering half-words that can’t articulate a damn meaning even if he tried. Totally lost in the tightness, he barely notices you wrapping your legs around his waist, suffering through the way he knows he’s big, and ignoring how usually he always takes it slow so you can adjust. 

Not this time. No, you feel each pulse try to rip your hole just to accommodate the thickness he offers. And he just moans more at the way you wince, practically drooling on yourself as you clench, and squeeze, and hold onto him as if you’ll fall off the face of the earth if you were to let go. 

His mind is clear enough to hold you in return though, only because he knows it’s about to hurt more before it starts feeling better for you. Unfortunately, his mind is also just foggy enough to give you the short relief of his thick cock leaving you, only to slam in again, harder. 

You cry out at it, nails nearly digging straight through his shirt as you instinctively try to hold onto him through the pain. He soothes you through each pleasurable sound. Out-of-breath hums and moans right in your face when he presses his forehead to yours, each painful thrust followed with a compliment and a grunt. 

“So good, baby, so–” 

“You’ve taken it so many times before, fuck, just a bit more–” 

“Just relax. Please, baby, I know it hurts.”

Eventually, your body does relax, accommodating his size and painful plunges into you. Up until the rhythm is natural and the slapping of where your bodies meet sounds like nothing but a pornographic mess of pleasure. 

Both of you now losing it, you let Jay be the one to take it. You let him fuck freely, as hard as he wants, as loud as he wants up until you’ve had at least two more orgasms and you’re barely able to open your eyes, better yet function.

You don’t know where he got this stamina, considering most nights when you’re together it’s a one and done thing. Then again, most nights he doesn’t fuck you with halloween candy, eat it out of you, then fuck it back into you. 

When he finally reaches his climax though. Oh, oh god. You think you might’ve let the word “love” slip from your slack lips upon feeling his cum inside of you, pumping out and filling you up beyond what’s normal for him. 

You wonder if that little slip of words made him last longer, because goddamn did he hold you closer, and fuck did he kiss you like he never has before through the orgasm.

And when it’s all said and done, the two of you are left out of breath, a sticky mess of pink-tinted cum, salty sweat, and nearly bruised lips. You’d say it should be embarrassing to walk out of whoever’s room this is, but you actually find yourself giggling into your boyfriend’s side during the walk of shame. 

Mostly because you left the room together to find an entire circle of people outside of the door, presumably listening in. Which is…yeah, they’re weirdos. Then again, the two of you didn’t really make it into the room before all of this started. You guess you’d probably listen too if someone was getting fucked against a door.

The giggling though, that comes from learning who owns the bedroom you just got candy-fucked in. His wide eyes narrowing upon witnessing who was in there is probably the funniest thing you’d seen all night. 

Poor Sunghoon. You’d have cleaned up the mess if your legs were working properly.

But they’re not, so, good luck to him, you guess.

[g0ldenbritney]

TATE LANGDON ABCS (sfw)꧂

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN🎃..sorry i skipped some letters im a lazy bitch

A = Affection

physical touch for sure, playing with your hair, holding your hand (or holding pinky fingers because thats cutesy as fuck), kissing cheeks and noses (im a SUCKAA for nose kisses and so is he<3). Im just imagining you leaning in to kiss his nose, but he thought you were leaning in for a lip kiss, and it ends up being kinda awkward and you bump into eachother😭😭. Tbh i can’t see him being great at communication especially because he’s a literal teenage boy but though he might now be able to say it he can definitely show it with acts of service like helping with chores

You were at school, trying to focus on your worksheets and actually listening to the teacher speak about..whatever she was teaching, all you can think about is getting back home and all the homework and fuckin chores you had awaiting for you.

once you did get home, you opened the front door and you could smell how good the house smelt, on more exploration the entire house was cleaned and all your chores were done. You walked into your room and your homework was completed on your desk..i mean all the answers were wrong but its the thought that counts.

B = Best friend

Im going with alive Tate for this, I have a mood board on Pinterest for this!! (adrienjoyer)

Sharing cigarettes, sharing cds, sharing shoes, sharing clothes, FREE RAIN OF HIS STUFF. He will let you have anything, need a pencil in class…actually he doesn’t have one either but he will scavenge around for one—and if he only finds one? It’s *our* pencil now. (i need to smack that mans ass on the stairs) (i do that to all my friends) Oh? You have 10 bucks? Well he has 7…that mean its OUR 17 dollars to spend on pizza

(based on a scenario that actually happened to me LMAO 😭😭)

It was late at night, you both were hanging out at your house and it was like 2am, suddenly you both have the craving for pizza..you both counted your cash and quarters, you had 13 bucks in total so you thought a small pizza would fine..yeah no. Tate called up the local Pizza Hut and ordered a small pizza with nothing but cheese and pepperoni and it was 22 FUCKING DOLLARS?? And so you both ran around the house looking for quarters…

you ended up paying the money in quarters to that poor pizza delivery girl at 2am.

C = Cuddles

Depends on how he’s feeling tbh, i can see him as a chest layer. Lying on your chest as you stroke his hair, or the other way around he would be just fine with that as well.

D = Domestic

OF COURSE!! I can see him totally wanting that but like..not till he’s like 30. He wants to do all this stuff first before he settled down, but he definitely wouldn’t mind a partner..some kids, a dog maybe. He’s pretty good at cooking, if you count Kraft mac and cheese and grilled cheese or really anything with cheese.. (the man likes cheese what can i say) and he REFUSES to use a dishwasher, he will be washing dishes old style and you cant stop him.

E = Ending

no.

G = Gentle

Sometimes he might go to far, if you two are just friends and hes joking around and he actually hurts your feelings he would squeeze your shoulder and tell you a quick “sorry.” And it usually makes you feel better. He is very gentle with you when you’re having a bad day maybe just upset or stressed about exams he will maybe rub your shoulders or something and maybe get you to laugh to calm your nerves. If you are in a good mood, hes still gentle, holding you, holding your hands, being careful.

H = Hugs

He loves them!! I dont even care what you have to say or as much as he tries to push you off when you hug him he LOVES HUGS. If you two are just friends and you hug him he might be a little hesitant but he will hug you loosely back. This is totally pointed towards me because im very physically affectionate with my friends and hug them after school everyday, if you, like me, run up to him at his locker and basically throw yourself at him he will laugh and let you hug him and yap. If you’re dating and you hug him he will definitely hug you back and kiss your head :)

I = I love you

He thinks the whole “3 month rule” is bs. He’ll say that shit whenever he wants to. If he wants to say “I love you” immediately after you starting dating god damnit it will happen!!! He definitely says he loves you if you’re just friends to

J = Jealousy

Actual jealous baby

Im just imagining someone flirting with you in class do you immediately tell him as soon as you can because you tell him everything and he genuinely TWEAKS THE FUCK OUTTT, like hes actually geeked

like wdym someone else might have a little crush on you…NO. That person will become his biggest opp and you are told to stay away.

You were in 1st hour and you were assigned partners, luckily you knew the person you were assigned with thought they were a little strange…but they started subtly flirting you. They said sorry for being awkward and they “get nervous around people like you” which sounded like a flirt to you

so when you got to lunch, you immediately told Tate, he literally could run to that kids class right now and fight but he just whips his head around at you

“I hated that guy anyway…stupid.”

K = Kisses

Can range from sweet little ones to full blown makeouts hickeys..he prefers sweet ones on the face in the daylight but at night this man is freaky asf. His kisses are soft and slow but he can be a bit quicker if you really want him to

Q = Quizzes

he had a notebook for stuff about you, if you accidentally drop a little fun fact about you he will know about it and he will write it down, ranging from your favorite juice or if you have a mole under your jaw. He knows it all. If he ever forgot anything and i mean ANYTHING about you I dont think he would forgive himself

T = Try

Tbh i dont think he would put a lot of effort in, he just likes to be around you. (Though the mcdonalds dates are FIRE.) he likes having sleepovers with you at tour house only, watching movies, eating snacks till you feel ill, cuddling, if you’re down to get Applebees that would be even better and you would both ask the waiter for the gummy sharks in your sweet drinks separately (yes ive done that before). But if you really really wanted anice romantic date maybe he would give you flowers or something

U = Ugly

Nail biting (you put bandaids over his nails so he’ll stop :)), excessive social media usage (this guys is chronically online holly shit freaking 4chan user), ive always imagined him little tics, like twitching when hes anxious.

X = Xtra

i want to bake him a cake

Z = Zzz

THIS MAN CAN NEVER SLEEP ISTG

he tosses and turns but no matter what he cant sleep without you or if you give him a stuffed animal

OHH MY GODD IF YOU GIVE HIM A STUFFED ANIMAL I CANT

imagine him holding and cuddling it, and i know this doesnt relate to sleep but imagine him being all sad and crying into it because it reminds him of you😭

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Boo~

Happy Halloween!

Warning(s): mentions of death, blood, dismemberment, yandere things

Imagine this, if you will.

You're enjoying a party in a mansion (courtesy of local freak, Rook Hunt) with your friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

You kiss someone, someone you're currently very interested in, Jamil Viper.

Around 2 hours later...

You find him in the dining room, with an axe lodged in his head.

Of course, panic fills your mind, wondering who could have done this...

Slowly, your friends start dropping like flies at the hands of some masked killer.

One by one, they're all slaughtered...

Blood and guts everywhere, severed body parts... you feel like you're going to be sick...

Eventually... you're cornered by the masked killer.

He kicks the head of your friend that rolls towards you... it lays at your food, the dead, hollow eyes staring up at you...

The killer's bloodstained axe is pointed directly at you.

"No... n-no, please... don't... hurt me..."

The killer stays silent.

They reach their hand up, and pulls off their mask...

"Boo~"

"...F... F-Floyd...?!" You ask in horror.

"Got it dead on~!" He laughs to himself, stretching out his arms as if presenting himself and the mass amount of blood he's covered in. "Are you surprised~?"

"What... w-what the hell?! Why?! WHY?! Why did you do that?!" You start to break down in tears, you're terrified and confused and Floyd just murdered... everyone...

"Why?" Floyd asks, a hollow smile on his face. "Why? You really don't know? I caught you practically sucking off Sea Snake! You don't think I'd be angry about that?!"

"B-but all we did was kiss-"

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK, SHRIMPY! YOU CHEATED ON ME!!"

"...cheated...? Floyd, we... w-we aren't dating..."

"YES WE ARE!!" He screams, swinging the axe, lodging it in the wall just beside your head.

You're left speechless. He really just... almost killed you...

"Floyd... p-please... j-just calm down, I... l-let go of the axe, w-we can talk this out...!"

"...no. No, we can't just 'talk this out', Shrimpy." He says, staring at you. His eyes seem... empty. Like there wasn't a soul behind them. "You just admitted you don't love me."

He pulls the axe out of the wall, his expression... empty. There's nothing there.

"F-Floyd...? No... n-no, whatever you're about to do, d-don't, please-!"

"SHUT UP." He screams, staring at you... pure rage in his eyes. "You don't love me, so what's the point of keeping you around?"

He raises the axe.

"FLOYD, NO, PLEASE-!"

He swings the axe, lodging it in your chest. Then, he pulls it out, and does it again. Then again. Then again. Then again.

Again... again... again... again... again... over and over, he doesn't stop...

Not until he's sure you're dead.

...

"Good night, Shrimpy. Bye. Rot in hell, cheating bitch."

[stars-and-birds]

Happy new year guys have a self indulgent wenclair fic i wrote instead of sleeping :D

“Tonight’s the night.” Enid declared, slamming down her red plastic cup next to the table where Yoko sat, some odd mixture of orange juice and vodka sloshing at the impact. Yoko looked up, flashing lights dancing across her pale face and dark eyes.

“Tonight’s the night… you what?” She asked, twisting around in her chair to face a confident and possibly slightly drunk Enid.

“The night I tell her. Wednesday” She replied breezily, plopping down into the chair next to Yoko. It was New Year’s eve, and Xavier Thorpe was throwing a huge party at his house. Well, ‘house’ was a stretch. More like a mansion. Enid had gotten lost at least five times (and stumbled upon three couples making out) on her way to the main room, where a disco ball flashed almost as loudly as the blasting music. Alcohol and drunk teenagers splashed across the room, dancing and cheering. Half of Nevermore had to be there.

“I’ll take her aside and confess. I’m telling her I like her.” Enid said confidently. She’d played the scenario over and over in her head, she wouldn’t be surprised if it had seared itself onto her brain. For months now she’d been worrying, trying to find some way to tell Wednesday she had feelings for her. Two very different possibilities played like a broken record in her brain, looping over and over. Number one, Wednesday harshly rejects her with a cold glare and their friendship breaks apart, Enid moves in with Yoko, and they never talk to or see each other ever again. This was bad. Worst case scenario. Scenario two, and the unfortunately less likely one, however… included holding hands, dates, kisses…

“Earth to Enid. Testing testing one two three.” Yoko said, snapping Enid out of a daydream that had spread a huge smile on her face.

“What?”

“Can I tell you what I think will happen?” Yoko asked, snatching up Enid’s drink like a cat and taking a sip.

“What?” Enid said again, somewhat irritated.

“You’ll work up some nerve and then chicken out like a little bitch. Like at the Christmas party. Or the Halloween one. Or even— ”

“Yeah okay I get it.” Enid interrupted. “But this time will be different! New year, new me.”

“Technically it’s not the new year yet.” Yoko pointed out as her girlfriend, Divina, stumbled up and sat next to Yoko too, leaning her head on her shoulder. Enid rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. Oh, there she is!” She said excitedly, spotting Wednesday’s goth aesthetic sticking out like a sore thumb. Her signature braids hung behind her head, nearly blending into her midnight black dress that spilled over her shoulders like a waterfall. The light caught her face for a second, flashing her black eyes so bright Enid could see it from across the room. Enid’s heart beat a little faster.

I’msogayi’msogayi’msogay

Enid took a deep breath, smoothing the colorful jumpsuit that she had slipped into for the night.

“WEDNESDAY HI!!!!” Enid yelled, making her way through the crowd and raising her voice over the music rattling her feet. Wednesday turned to face her, her face softening a little at the sight of Enid wiggling her way through the horde of sweat and vodka breath.

“OMG you look great!” Enid squealed, clasping her hands together as she finally reached Wednesday and Thing, perched like a bird on her shoulder, signing hello at Enid.

“You look…” Wednesday glanced Enid up and down like a cat stalking her prey, silently judging. “Revolting.”

“Thanks… I guess.” Enid gulped a little, a lump of nerves sliding down her throat.  

Okay Sinclair. Stay cool. Just act normal.

“SO! Wednesday, I wanted to talk to you.” Wednesday’s eyebrows creeped up her forehead.

“You are.” She deadpanned.

“I know! I know, I just… about something specific.”

A beat.

“About…”

“YEah! About… um…” God, why was this so hard? Just get it out there.

“Do you… I… um. Do you want a drink?” She blurted out. Ugh. Nice going Sinclair.

Wednesday’s eyebrows raised a little higher. “I suppose.” She conceded.

“Great! I’ll go get you one.” Enid scrambled off into the crowd. Ugh. Of course Yoko was right, of course her nerves had overpowered her and she’d chickened out. No. It wasn’t too late. She’d get the drinks, come back, confess… and no matter what happened, hope it would quel the raging storm that thundered in her chest whenever Wednesday looked at her. It was a storm, yes. But it was also a flower that had slowly grown, unknown to Enid at first. A flower that glowed when Wednesday complimented her, that bloomed when they touched. A flower that Enid had unknowingly nurtured until she’d found herself with a flower bigger than she’d ever imagined. She reached the refreshments table, grabbing two plastic cups and scooping some punch in, contemplating the situation. Of fucking course she had to fall in love with Wednesday fucking Addams of all people. Wednesday with her deadpan drawl, cold glares, beautiful eyes… Something sticky and wet hit her hand, and she looked down to see that she’d overfilled the cup she was holding. Ugh.

Five minutes later she’d successfully partly cleaned up the mess, and was making her way through the crowd again, this time precariously balancing two glasses of punch. Okay. Okay. Okay okay okay okay. She got this. She’d walk up to Wednesday, tell her she liked her and then… heartbreak or kisses. Probably heartbreak, she thought bitterly.

“Okay Wednesday,” Here we go. “I got your drink, I…” she trailed off. Her heart plummeted into her stomach. There, right where she had left her, Wednesday stood in front of Xavier. The boy was holding roses. Black roses. Black roses that Wednesday’s hands were closed around, hands that dropped to Wednesday’s side at the sight of Enid standing there.

Oh.

The punch cups clattered to the floor, but all noise was muted in Enid’s ears.

Something new bloomed in Enid’s chest. Not bloomed. Withered. Withered and stung, dead branches prickling her heart, closing in and suffocating it. The feeling slowly creeped up her chest, closing up her throat, thorns stinging her eyes. Tears, hot and wet and gross and—

“Enid.” Wednesday’s voice. Her voice, which had soothed Enid’s nightmares and comforted her through her pain. Her voice that cut through Enid’s thoughts, that shocked her out of her trance.

“I… I'm sorry. Sorry. I… I have to go, I—” Enid’s words tripped and stumbled over themselves, not quite finding footing and forming complete sentences. It didn’t matter, as something else drove Enid’s legs away. Away from the shocked boy with the roses and the stunned girl who had stolen her heart. Away, away, away. Away down the confusing endless halls, which seemed to close in on her every second. Away and into the nearest door, away and stumbling into the closet and bumping into the brooms and mops and falling to the floor, sobbing. Tears soaked her thoughts, blurred common sense. Why was she crying? It’s not as if… it’s not as if she ever expected to get together with Wednesday. She didn’t expect a fairy tale ending, so why did it feel like she’d been cheated out of it? Had she read too far into the brushes of hands and passing glances that she’d feebly convinced herself she didn’t think meant anything more? Her heart felt like it’d been ripped out of her chest, tossed aside carelessly. Why did it feel like she’d handed Wednesday her heart, fragile and on edge from all the times it had been broken and dropped. Why did it feel like Wednesday had taken it from her and set it aside, doomed to inevitably fall again. Why did it feel so wrong?

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, just her and her broken heart. Stupid stupid stupid. Her mom’s voice stained her thoughts. She had no reason to be upset. She was overreacting, being overdramatic. Afterall, Wednesday didn’t know about Enid’s feelings for her. It wasn’t fair to Wednesday. And maybe, Wednesday did know and just… hadn’t cared. Decided Enid wasn’t good enough. It wouldn't be the first time Wednesday had tossed aside someone’s feelings for her own benefit. It wouldn’t be the first time Enid was abandoned for being not good enough. A shadow from behind the door tore away the flashing lights that had crept through, cracking open the door slowly. Enid kept her head in her arms, sniffling. The shadow —whoever it was — carefully set itself down next to Enid, brushing against her in the small closet.

“Enid.” Enid would recognize that voice anywhere. Even through her usual bored tone, Wednesday still managed to sound… caring.

“Enid, I need you to talk to me.” A pause, a mini void filled only by more sniffling from Enid.

“Why are you upset?” Her voice wasn’t demanding or accusing. Only curious. Like her voice that first night on the roof, when she had asked why Enid was crying. She’d said because she was upset. Maybe Wednesday understood that now, that crying meant that Enid wasn’t okay, that she needed comfort. Enid let the silence hang for a few more moments, trying to collect her stray thoughts and fish out an excuse.

“I… just. Sorry. Must’ve had too much to drink, haha.” Enid hated the way her voice sounded, weak and scrawny like a newborn chick.

“I can’t help if you’re lying to me.” Wednesday stated so matter-of-factly, turning to face Enid. Her eyes were so beautiful, a betraying part of her brain couldn’t help notice.“Is this about Xavier?” She continued. “Do you… like him?” Her eyes were like milky black pearls. Or a void staring endlessly back at Enid… wait. Wait what.

“What? No!” Enid wrinkled her nose. Even the thought of getting together with that… emo wannabe made her want to gag.

“Then what’s wrong?” Enid looked away again, resting her head in her arms.

Click

She looked up, startled. The closet door had slammed shut, and she scrambled to her feet, jiggling the door handle. It was locked. Wednesday had stood up too, pushing Enid aside to try it herself.

“Thing, if you do not open this door I will flay you alive.” She said, tone so sharp you could use it to slit someone's throat. No sound from the other side of the door, save for the soft clicks of manicured fingers padding off.

“Thing!” Wednesday growled. Enid shoved her back aside, trying to channel some werewolf strength to open up the door. Wednesday pushed her back, and soon they were shoving each other back and forth in the tiny closet.

“Enid, stop moving.”

“Give me some space!”

“Stop moving!”

Enid froze, eyes barely registering anything in the total darkness. A moment later, a light clicked on. Wednesday had found a lightbulb, and the cord to turn it on along with it. Speaking of Wednesday… after a moment of adjusting to the light Enid noticed.. They were very close. A tangle of limbs, they’d somehow ended up eye-to-eye, barely a foot between their faces.

Oh god

Enid could feel herself turning red, her cheeks flushing as Wednesday mumbled something about Thing never seeing the light of day again. She looked… really hot. Which was a very weird thing to think about the sweaty girl with a death glare you were trapped in a closet with, so she was going to stop thinking about it along with the ever growing urge to kiss Wednesday Friday Addams.

“I was jealous!” Enid blurted out. She wasn’t sure where it came from. Maybe she was tired of hiding it. Wednesday was looking at her, dumbfounded.

“…What?”

“I was jealous.” Enid continued, squeezing her eyes shut so she wouldn’t have to see the disgust that would inevitably flush the other girl’s face. “I was jealous of Xavier. Because I know he likes you and you like him and I…” She trailed off, bowing her head as more tears stung her eyes. “And I like you.” The words hung heavy in the air, a long held secret finally released.

“You like me?” Wednesday’s voice was a whisper, a ghost. But Enid heard it. Liked her? She more than liked her, really.

“I—”

“TEN!”

Enid was cut off by a chorus of voices from outside the closet. She pulled up her apple watch. 11:59. The countdown to new years had begun.

“NINE!”

“Enid, listen.” Wednesday's voice rang out urgent and clear.

“EIGHT!”

“It’s okay, I get it. You don’t like me back.” It was hard to keep the spite from creeping into her voice.

“SEVEN!”

“No, I… I don’t like Xavier. We’re not a thing. I rejected him”

“SIX!”

For a moment, Enid’s voice was stolen from her.

Wednesday didn’t like Xavier.

“FIVE!”

“But… I don’t understand. The flowers…” Something cold creeped up Enid’s face. Wednesday. Wednesday’s hands cupped her cheeks.

“FOUR!”

The space between them had gotten smaller, the air a kind of heavy that made Enid’s chest seize up around her heart and catch her breath.

“THREE!”

“I don’t like Xavier. I like you.” Wednesday said softly, so close that Enid could feel her warm breath mingling with Enid’s own.

“TWO!”

“Me? But… I don’t understand.” Enid’s voice was shaky, trembling. A million things were going on within her, panicked screams and breathless gasps. She was pretty sure she was having a heart attack.

“Then let me help you understand,” Wednesday replied, the determination in her voice reflected in her eyes.

“ONE!”

Faster than Enid could prepare or process, Wednesday kissed her. On the lips. And after an incredible moment that lasted for an infinity, that she would carry with her for the rest of her life, Enid kissed back. She couldn’t see the fireworks outside, but she had a pretty good idea from inside the closet. The boom was her heartbeat, so quick and so loud. The heat was Wednesday’s lips against hers, warm and welcoming. The lights… the lights were the faint blush that graced Wednesday’s black and white cheeks, the shine in her eyes when they opened as they broke apart. Wednesday's hands were a chilly vine, receding from Enid’s hair, tracing her chin.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The crowd from outside screamed, laughing and talking before breaking into a chorus. Wednesday’s eyes never left Enid, her brow furrowing.

“You taste like alcohol.”

Enid couldn’t help it. The flower in her chest had bloomed again, and something in her was just so… happy. She broke out into giggles, doubling over. She’d just kissed Wednesday fucking Addams. She’d just kissed Wednesday!

“Pffft. Happy New Year Wednesday.”

[eustasskiddsprosthetic]

Happy Halloween, ig? Saboace Stalker AU

Ace is an up-and-coming model whose recent photoshoot was a breakout hit, earning him lots of new jobs and fans.

On the street, fans approach him to ask for autographs and compliment him. Sometimes, they send him things like soft toys and random merch of things he likes.

That's why Ace didn't suspect anything when he got a letter that says, "Don't whore yourself out like that. It's not good for my heart."

And then a few days later, another letter: "I love you." And then: "You're gorgeous." And then: "You'll be so beautiful smiling for me."

Uh-huh... He has a stalker.

Frustrated, Ace messages the one person he knows will hear him out. Sure he's in another country and sure they haven't seen each other in years but Ace knows that the son of a gun will always have his back.

Sabo: What's up? ^^ Ace: There's this werido sending me letters. It's making me uncomfortable. Sabo: Oh? Ace: [image attached] Sabo: Creepy... Sabo: How did they know your address? Ace: idk??? It's scary. Sabo: Fair enough. Sabo: Hey, look. If anything goes wrong, lmk! I'll see what I can do! Ace: You're the best Bo. Sabo: hehe Ace: What would I do without you? Sabo: ily too <3

The letters didn't stop. He received one that went, "I'll protect you, my heart". What the fuck? He burned it on the stove.

Soon, Ace starts receiving expensive gifts from his stalker.

Roses, chocolates, bags—you name it, Ace probably has at least five of 'em. Usually, Ace gives these away but he swore some of these chocolates were spiked and has since stopped. He threw them away despite Luffy's complaining.

Sabo: Why is Luffy whining? Ace: The chocolates were drugged lmao. Ace: Not letting Luffy touch 'em Sabo: hmm... Sabo: Could it be PR?... Ace: If it were, it'll be labelled and there'll be a crap ton of collateral like brochures and business cards. Sabo: Is that so? Ace: yeah. Ace: Whatever. I don't want to think about it. Ace: [image attached] Ace: When you come back, let's drink this with Luffy to renew our brotherly vows. Sabo: okie :D Sabo: [image attached] Sabo: I got us matching keychains! Ace: The bobbleheads all look like Luffy lol Ace: Wait... DID YOU CUSTOMISE THEM LOL Ace: DON'T THEY COST A THOUSAND EACH TO DO Sabo: hehe <3 Sabo: Anything for my lovely brothers <33 Sabo: Glad you like them

As if it's possible, Ace's gifts got even more expensive. Perfectly tailored suits, luxury handbags and boxes full of artisan macarons.

The strangest one was a perfume in this gorgeous red bottle. It smelt spicy with a warm undertone. Ace sprayed it on his neck twice before reading the letter. He cringed.

"This is my favourite smell. I go crazy thinking about you wearing this and touching me, kissing me, loving me. You're perfect. You're my most beautiful fantasy. I'll do anything to make you mine."

Ace tore the letter and burned it. He tried to move on with his day but he felt nauseous and hot. Who the fuck would send this to him?

-

One night, just before Ace leaves for work, Luffy pulls on his jacket.

"Zoro and Sanji are looking for a roomie," Luffy said. "Franky's installing those camera things."

"Oh yeah?" Ace felt touched for some reason. No... He didn't tell Luffy what's going on. "That's nice. I'll spread the word around. Bye."

Luffy frowned. He didn't tell Ace that they got weird phone calls with heavy breathing on their house phone. If he couldn't do that, then he wouldn't share that there's someone weird standing outside of Ace's room whenever he's gone nowadays...

When he went to work, Ace heard Marco shout at someone.

"Who are you?" Marco spat. "I don't give a rat's ass who you are. I'll take legal action. Fuck a wall, you son of a bitch!"

It's not like Marco to curse or get this angry. Marco seemed possessed by the Devil for those ten seconds.

"I'm sorry."

"What are you apologising for?" Marco said with strained kindness.

Ace prepared to get yelled at. "You knew?"

Marco didn't get angry at him. He handed Ace a letter and patted his shoulder sympathetically.

"Stop wasting your time with hags. Come to me, my pearl. I'll give you cute, pretty things. I'll make you laugh when you cry. I'll love you and only you."

Ace tried calling the phone number at the end but it said that Ace's number had been blocked.

-

Exhausted and slightly tipsy, Marco indulged Ace with the details after a shoot that dragged on for far too long. He had done some digging on his own.

"He's a young man, at most a little older than you. He's rich, obviously, and quite good looking."

"Does he have a criminal background?"

"If I find something, I'll let you know," Marco said.

They clinked glasses. Marco realised Ace drank a bit more than usual and so he stopped himself. He caught Ace who nearly fell over in his drunken stupor.

"Are you okay?" Marco dragged Ace out of the bar after paying. "Relax, I'll call a taxi for you."`

Marco pushed Ace behind him in a protective gesture. Marco tended to treat Ace like a son sometimes.

"So... To what I owe the pleasure," Ace heard Marco say coldly.

A laugh. "It's merely a coincidence!"

"I don't fucking believe that," Marco said.

"Then, don't." Ace felt like he's being stared at. "But your friend's not doing so well."

Marco helped Ace up. "I don't trust you."

The man smiled widely. It made Ace shiver. He felt sick.

"How can I change your mind?"

"You'll do something," Marco said.

"Will not! I'm a decent man!" Fuck, Ace nearly melted. His voice sounded so nice. "But if you must insist, you're more than welcome to sit with him in my car as I take him home."

This was bad. Marco had no other choice. It's one in the morning and there were no cars left on the road. He hated himself for agreeing. He got in the back and let Ace sleep on his lap.

Now, if the driver was normal, he'll stop at the preschool a twenty minute walk away and not actually go to Ace's house. Marco had the weird feeling that he already knew Ace's address but wanted to play it safe anyway.

"Are you his father?" The driver said, glancing back.

"No, I'm his manager."

"I see." He turned the corner. "Twenty minutes."

"Marco," Ace said, mumbling. "He already knows."

"Knows what?"

"That you're my manager," Ace said. He snuggled closer and shivered. Marco pat his shoulder. "I... I think he knows everything about me."

Marco held Ace's hand tighter. He seemed angry but forced a smile whenever the driver talked to him. So this was what having a dad felt like. It was nice.

-

Marco was paranoid. Pulling some strings, he made sure that there's always someone with Ace. For shoots at unconventional hours, he'd arrange for someone to bring Ace home if he could not do it himself.

It's annoying.

Sabo: It's for your own good, Ace. Ace: I don't need someone to follow me while I'm taking a piss. Sabo: You have a good company who listens. Sabo: Besides, I'm always here to vent to. :) Ace: True haha Ace: Thanks, Bo. You're the best. Sabo: I know :D Sabo: Are you home yet! Sabo: Luffy said he's hungry and doesn't know how to use the microwave lol Ace: I'm stuck in traffic. Give it forty more minutes? Sabo: Okiee Sabo: Text me when you're home. Sabo: Call me if you think you're in danger, okay? Ace: Okay. Ace: Thank you for being here for me. Sabo: Anytime!! <3

In the driver's seat, rested a pretty woman with orange hair. She seemed unusually anxious and that in turn, made Ace anxious. The licence plate was the same but this was not Haruta.

"Miss, are you taking me to the Baratie?"

"Yes," she said quietly. An unusually timid woman. "By six. I know."

Seeing that he's running late to meet with this 'super important hotshot of a fashion agency CEO Eustass Kidd', he agreed. He texted Marco to say that he might not make it to the Baratie. He put his phone away and smiled.

"Are you okay, miss?" Ace said, being friendly.

That was all she needed to speak first. "I don't support this."

Ace raised his eyebrows. Unsure of how to respond, he said, "Then why are you here?"

She sighed. "He has blackmail on me."

Ace frowned. It didn't seem below the stalker to blackmail and potentially hurt a woman. That is, he assumed that's who she's referring to.

Ace was surprised when she turned the corner.

"Wait-"

"I can't do it," she said. "I'm taking you back home. Eustass Kidd isn't involved. He's just name dropping."

"If not Eustass then who am I meeting?"

She stopped the car with a fierce jerk. Her phone vibrated but she turned it off.

She turned to Ace and said, "There's no 'dinner'. It's a ruse for him to spike your drink and fuck you while you're asleep. "

"Who's 'he'?" Ace finally asked. "My stalker?"

"Yes! Your stalker!" She said. She sobbed. "It's all blackmail, don't you get it? He has dirt on your agency. He plans to dissolve it."

"What the fuck?"

"I-it's some complicated money thing!" She said. "He's crazy. It scares me to see how much he's changed and how manipulative he's become. He's lost the plot. This isn't love!"

Ace was stunned stupid.

The phone vibrations stopped.

She turned pale. "I said t-too much. I... I'll drop you off, okay?"

"Sure, miss."

Ace never saw her again after she dropped him off. She's replaced by a stoic old man who called himself 'Hack'. Again, not Haruta.

-

Sabo was acting rather strange nowadays. Luffy said he didn't notice anything whenever he and Sabo maintained their 1,110-day-long streak on Snapchat. Sabo was still enthusiastic and friendly there.

Ace looked through his messages with him. He didn't know how to study language like Deuce so he couldn't pin point exactly what's wrong. There's just something wrong and Ace didn't like thinking ill of his own brother...

Ace texted him first. He wanted to think that he's delusional.

Ace: Guess who just got a dropbox link full of sexy photos !! Sabo: YOU DO!!! Sabo: YIPEEEEE Sabo: Can I see it? Sabo: Give me a spoiler!! Ace: Nah. It's just sexy haha Sabo: Oh!!! Sabo: Like your gig at the hotel? Sabo: Or the Japanese photoshoot. That was super pretty!! Ace: Thanks haha Sabo: The makeup suits you so well hehe Sabo: I like the hair too Ace: shucks bo :") Sabo: hehe Sabo: Is it like the Rodger underwear one? Sabo: Wow like... Sabo: Drop your workout routine! Ace: Hey- Sabo: hehe no worries if you'd rather hide your secret sauce ;) Ace: No, it's okay but like Ace: How do you know about that? Sabo: know what? Ace: Everything about the Roger project is under an NDA Marco made me sign three times. Ace: The pictures will only be released next month. Ace: The dropbox link was for those pictures... Sabo: Oh. Ace: ??? Sabo: hehe Sabo: oopsie daisy!! Ace: wtf sabo are you okay? Sabo: hehe <3

Ace did a ctrl-f on his chat and realised he said nothing about this project. He did the same on his socials and agency website. Nope, nothing on that front either.

Pops was super anal about things like this so how... Ace cringed. Ace could cry thinking about it. Marco did say that Izou was finding weird numbers on their accounts lately...

Ace found an unopened bottle of champagne by his door, alongside some beautiful leather shoes, freshly waxed too.

The accompanying letter read: "I'm coming home soon. You know this already but I have a crush on you. My heart flutters whenever I see you. It's always been this way. Do you feel the same for me? Love is beautiful. It makes me want things I've never wanted before."

-

The following Sunday, Ace woke up to a car pulling up by the driveway. From his view, it was a blue car with tinted windows. It was shiny and it was a large, beautiful car.

When Ace answered the door, he was greeted with a tall man on a long black coat, boots and a nice blue shirt. He had a bouquet of two dozen roses. Ace said he didn't want them with unusual meanness.

He looked to be around Ace's age, even with the scar on his left eye. He tried to kiss Ace's hand but Ace shook him away. He looked awfully familiar but Ace had no idea why.

Regardless, the smile he gave when he saw Ace was deadly. Ace realised something.

This was his stalker.

Ace stiffened. If the bastard could send letters and gifts almost daily, then surely he could show up at his house unannounced in-person. It didn't seem so far-fetched. He looked rich too.

"Fuck off and don't come back."

"That's not very nice," he said.

"You make me uncomfortable."

"I'm really sorry to hear, Ace."

No wonder Marco was so pissed. His eyes were large, round and lifeless, save for that glint of light when Ace actually looked at him. Ace nearly melted into a puddle. Why couldn't he just be normal?

Luffy was confused when Ace slammed the door in the guy's face.

"Why?" Luffy said. "I can answer the mailman. Go back to sleep."

"No, Luffy-"

Ignoring him, Luffy yanked the door open. Ace stepped back. The guy looked pissed. Ace was terrified but Luffy wasn't. He ran up and jumped him, tackling him in a big bear hug.

Tall and kind of lanky, he staggered back and nearly fell over. Luffy wasn't part of the plan, clearly. The flowers he brought to impress Ace were messy but he didn't look annoyed as Ace thought.

In fact, he's laughing, like he found Luffy's antics endearing.

Luffy smiled widely as he exclaimed, "Welcome home, Sabo!"

[scarymonsters-andsupercreeps]

Trick or treat 🙏🙏 🍭🍭

If you have any in your bag can I get a norisuke? Or any other bad bitches

Hi anon!

Hmm….*rummages around in my bag*

Aha! Looks like I have one! Here you go :D

Happy Halloween! Hope you like it!!

[certified-ruler-of-everything]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN BITCHES /sillies :D

Dressed up and greeted lil kids at the door as 20XX for Halloween!!

Credit to my wifey @the-rats-system for making all the kandi :D

Yet again, you know the drill, reblog on tumblr to your heart's content without asking, but make sure to ask if you want to share on another platform

[therealdeathoracle]

I have a bunch of quotes from my old coworkers at my last job so I made incorrect quotes from the bsd characters. If this one is liked I can make another with quotes from my family I also have

Ranpo: “Jesus Christ it’s Pretzel Borne.”

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Kenji: *accidentally kicks the water fountain*

Atsushi: *holds out hand* “Stop it.”

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Kunikida: “Don’t worry, we made it, Dazai’s gone.”

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Dazai: “Olaf doesn’t turn me on, but Sven does.”

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Akutagawa: *in the distance and very unenthusiastically* “Run Forest run.”

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Nikolai: *in a bad Russian accent* “OH MY GOATS! FYODOR, BRING IN THE AR15!″

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Atsushi: *playing with a cup of straws*

Kyouka: *takes the cup away to put more straws in it*

Atsushi: *trying to grab the cup* “Why?!”

Kyouka: *hands the cup back*

Atsushi: *knocks cup over and throws straws everywhere* “Am cat.” *runs away*

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(All over a radio)

Fukuzawa: *talking loudly*

Ranpo: *cringes really hard*

Fukuzawa: “Mind your business Ranpo.”

Ranpo: “You’re making my ears bleed, Fukuzawa.”

Fukuzawa: *quieter* “Oh, really?”

Ranpo: “Yeah, it’s fine though.”

Fukuzawa: *whispering* “Oh you sweet child, I am so sorry.”

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Ranpo, Kenji and Dazai: *chanting cheese*

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Teruko: “Jouno was in a good mood today.”

Tachihara: “Oh? Something must’ve happened, did Tecchou die?”

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Dazai and Ranpo: *aggressively singing Africa*

Atsushi: *starts playing Africa on his phone*

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Chuuya: “Hi, would you mind signing your rights away real quick?”

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Tecchou: *whispering* “Jouno”

Jouno: *screaming from the other side of the building* “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT NOW TECCHOU?”

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Ranpo: “DAD NO!” *oven starts screaming*

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Kunikida: “The world is gonna end in 3 months, but you don’t care! You don’t care about inflation!”

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Yosano to Dazai: “If you fall on the box cutter and bleed out and die then can we use you as a promotion for Suicide Squad?”

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Dazai: “What’s the best way to traumatize a child? Shave their head!”

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Kunikda: *puts an American flag pin he found on the floor on his shirt and immediately takes it off* “Actually in hindsight I don’t want someone to think I’m a crazy republican... I’ll give it to Dazai.”

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Chuuya: “Have fun.”

Akutagawa: “I won’t but thank you though.”

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Kyouka: “Do you want to see my PowerPoint on Halloween costumes?”

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Nikolai: *in a bad Italian accent* “It’s a me a Mario you dirty ass bitch!”

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Akutagawa: “Are you having fun?”

Gin: “No... are you?”

Akutagawa: “No.”

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Dazai: “I do need serious help, but not for this.”

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Ranpo: “My mouth is like a popper.” *starts making pop cat sounds*

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Atsushi: “Kyouka! You’re fucking crazy!”

Kyouka: *holding an extremely hot piece of metal with her bare hands* “I’m sorry?”

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Ranpo: *sitting on the floor in a massive pile of popcorn* “So... uh... Santa’s sack broke?”

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Yosano: *finding out she has covid at 11:59 on New Year’s Eve* “WELL HAPPY NEW YEAR I GUESS!”

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Ranpo: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?”

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Kenji: “Let’s play Pictionary!”

Dazai: “Oh no.”

Kenji: “AND NO IT IS NOT A PENIS!”

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Chuuya: *high out of his mind* “I am not high, I am medicated.”

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Fukuzawa: “I AM THE PRESIDENT!”

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Akutagawa: “Why do you need a little hole?”

Chuuya: “Just in case, you know?”

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Dazai: *stamps Kunikida with a void stamp* “You didn’t get a D!”

Kunikida: *grabbing his pants* “Then what’s this?”

Dazai: “Not a D.”

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Tecchou: “Cooled pillow water would be a great invention.”

Jouno: “I am terrified by what cooled pillow water could be.”

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Chuuya: “What kind of boss do you think I am? A good one??”

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Gin: “Behead him!”

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Chuuya: “What did you say to me?”

Akutagawa: “Gin said you’re the coolest guy she’s ever met.”

Gin: “No no, get your facts straight. I said, YO CHUUYA THE COOLEST MOTHERFUCKER I’VE EVER MET!”

Chuuya: “Now that’s more accurate.”

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Tecchou: *still talking about what cooled pillow water would be*

Jouno: “You are not going to convince me that you didn’t piss on your pillow and are trying to make up for it.”

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Fukuzawa: “Do I ask why you chose to play a female gnome and not a male?”

Ranpo: “We needed a minority.”

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Ranpo: *extremely offended* “Do you not like pepper on your salt?”

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Dazai: “Chuuya is a World War II!”

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Kenji: “As an empath I sense you’re having love troubles.”

Dazai: “Nah man that’s just the depression.”

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Chuuya and Dazai: *Thursday, August 25th 2022, 2:30pm-9:00pm... Incident: The “Fuck You” Day*

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Dazai: “You know what?... Unfucks your mom!”

Akutagawa: “My mom?”

Dazai: “Yes.”

Akutagawa: “Ok.”

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Chuuya: “I just fucking wanna get these balls in... DON’T take that out of context!”

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[dumbkatsu]

You ask and I deliver! I'm so happy everyone is enjoying the Mu Qing hc, so let's start:

Mu Qing would notice the littlest things about you.

From how you style your hair, how you prepare your coffee/tea, what you put first in the bowl if it's the cereals or the milk to the little gestures you do when you're nervous.

He just loves your little mannerisms so much. He finds them endearing.

Even the way every week you organize your books in a different system

He would notice how you sometimes forget to take care of yourself properly so he would help.

If you are a very busy person in the morning and forget to eat breakfast he'd prepare it for you to take away with a sticky note saying: "Don't forget to eat dummy"

When you first introduced him to MBTI he was really confused.

And when you explained the concept to him he low-key thought it would be another zodiac thing.

Which made you really pissed

So you made him do the test.

(And during the test he was a bit bored ngl)

It gave him ISTJ

At first, he was confused but as he read his results he was starting to doubt his convictions and so he became interested in mbti's

Cue you sending him a shitton of mbti memes 24/7

And whenever he saw a meme roasting your mbti he would def sending you

You would def make him dress up as your mbti for Halloween

But he wouldn't mind

Because if it made you smile he would do anything for you

When it comes to communication in a relationship, he can get a bit shy and insecure, so there will be times when he won't say wants to say. But if you talk to him and show him that you can give him a safe space to express his feelings he will become more confident and it will show.

OH! I totally feel like mu qing is the type to avoid you when he realizes his feelings for you (pre-relationship)

If you were close friends before and this starts happening it can be very hurtful.

You try to corner him but to no avail, he just gives a half-assed excuse and weasels his way away from you again.

It takes Xie Lian, Feng Xin, and even a tiny roast from Hua Cheng to make him apologize and confess to you

"Mu Qing you should be honest about your feelings, it's clear that they like you too!"

"Yeah bro you need to go head in and do it, it's been too long and now that you decided to very obviously distance yourself they've kinda been upset these past few days"

"Only a pussy bitch boy wouldn't admit their feelings and just confess instead of causing mindless hurt to both parties, isn't that right Mu Qing?"

"San lang..."

Yes that was basically the last drop for Mu Qing and he decides to drive up to your place

(cliché warning: I'm about to be so corny on this one I hope you can forgive me)

It started pouring rain and Mu Qing cursed himself for not doing this sooner and just being a blatant coward.

When he reached your driveway he calls your phone

"Hey, why are you-"

"Come outside"

"Mu Qing it's raining"

"I don't care just come outside, I want to take you somewhere"

"Fine. Give me a minute"

You basically leave in your pajamas and go on a late-night drive with Mu Qing.

He obviously gives you the aux cord bcs he likes your taste in music

You guys drive for a bit until he stops at a place with a nice skyline

You guys stay silent until he turns the engine off.

Mu Qing sighs to himself as you look at him expectantly

"Look Y/n I'm sorry. I have been a first-class dick these past few days and I really didn't want to hurt you by doing it but...it's just that... " he stops.

The words he wants to say can't get out of his mouth it's stuck in his throat until he feels your hand on top of his giving him an encouraging nod

It's incredible how you make him feel like he can conquer the world without uttering a single word really.

"I have feelings for you y/n. I never felt like this before. I feel like I don't deserve to feel like this, I feel like I don't deserve you in my life because I can't treat you like you should be treated. You've been here for me through thick and thin and I would do anything for you. But I am honestly feeling very fucking scared for what it might happen next."

You stay quiet trying to process all of the information you were just told. It was a lot to take in. Until you broke the agonising silence.

"I like you too Mu qing. I always have" you said with a beaming smile

"And yes you were being a total asshat, I was so confused. I thought you were upset that I ate the last chocolate pudding in your fridge"

"SO IT WAS YOU?? I THOUGHT I WAS FENG XIN! I MADE HIM BUY ME 4 MORE"

You two broke in silly laughter and when you opened your eyes you saw mu qing really close to your face.

He was looking at your eyes with such adoration that it was hard to maintain eye contact with those grey eyes.

He momentarily looked at your lips and his Adam's apple bobbed

He looks back at your eyes again moving closer. Your lips almost touching

"Can I k-kiss you?"

You guys can figure out the rest ;)

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Idk if you do ships you don’t ship but got any Masshole/Connie hcs?

I don’t really ship them, I see them more as brothers, but I can come up with a few ship hc’s for them :D (so they aren’t siblings in this post! Cuz otherwise it would be hella weird :D)

Mass likes to call Connie "Captain Connie" and Connie loveshates it with every fiber of his being <3

Mass at this point is just a teasy lil bastard and he will wear like- a pirate-y outfit with a white button up, and he’ll keep it half-way unbuttoned knowing that Connie will not be able to focus on anything but his massivehugetits /hj

But Connie can be a teasy lil bitch too- he knows that Mass can’t handle compliments or affection, so he’ll sit next to Mass with that knowledge during meetings and just whisper compliments and crappy pick up lines with an arm around Mass :) Safe to say, Massachusetts is basically dead by the end of the meeting

I DEFY you to tell me that they haven’t done matching POTC Halloween costumes. They did. And you can’t change my mind. Yes Connie was Captain Jack Sparrow.

Cat Person + Dog person = them having both because they want each other to be happy and hate making each other upset (neither of the would get upset over it, but they both think that the other will)

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TRICK OR TREAT MOTHERFUCKER :D

HA TRICK BITCH :D

HAPPY HALLOWEEN YOU WHORE (affectionate)

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soulmate

{♡} personal

- soulmate au but make it hurt.

Morticia and Gomez

{♡} personal

- they are so them and I love it

cuddling

{♡} personal

- Mf just wants cuddles

Boo's bed

{♡} personal HC

- He needs Boo to sleep

Incorrect Quotes:

Don't eat Boo's snacks

Another window!?

Snore's

{♡} personal

nymph listener

{♡} personal

- Seth finds someone in the water hole he goes to. Wonder who it could be?

Hat

{♡} personal

- sigh covering a kiss with his cowboy hat

Incorrect Quotes:

wiener

MOTHMAN!

Zombie Apocalypse AU

{♡} requested

- Ruh roh zombies are heerreee

Casper died au

{♡} personal

- Charlie can't let go. But what if Casper helps him?

Jewelry

{♡} personal HC

- The rat makes you jewelry!

Charlie Things

{♡} personal HC

- Some things I think he'd do

Incorrect Quotes:

Action figure date

Heart go Doki Doki

going to spoil you

Pomeranian

{♡} ask

- big guy small dog type shit

I will guide you all

{♡} personal writing

- Love your ALIVE lover? Erm...sorry to break this to you-

Songs

{♡} personal

- I'm silly goofy and so are they

Love Song

{♡} personal

- I wanna serenade this mf

A child

{♡} personal

- somehow we got a kid (it's Faust)

Audio Idea

{♡} personal

- trying to spend time together but Rook/Auron is busy

Another Audio Idea

{♡} personal

- jealously jealously jealously on Rook's part

Audio/story Idea

{♡} personal

- Putting a old bitch in her place. I DO love my partner thanks <3

Big connection

{♡} personal

- What if Rook had connections with a big name?

Got domesticated

{♡} personal HC

- Auron realizes how much Rook took up in his life.

Vampire

{♡} personal

- Did I manifest the Halloween series? Maybe, maybe not! But I want him to bite my neck-

Bark like you want it

{♡} personal

- trust ima do more than BARK!!

Incorrect Quotes:

everythings great

Smack talk

would kill for you

sugar baby frfr

Yan! Rook

First love

Gacha Phase

{♡} personal HC

- a gacha kid?!- me too (kinda)

Marina and the Diamonds

{♡} personal HC

- look me in the eyes and tell me I'm wrong.

Incorrect Quotes:

switch moods

Rocks

{♡} personal HC

- Give pretty guy shiny rock, pretty guys loves it. Boom romance.

sayings

{♡} personal HC

- Silly blonde saying silly sayings

sayings 2

{♡} personal HC

- Silly blonde at it again

Yan! Sunflower

{♡} reblog

- a moot reblog I had to add on too!

Who would beef with a kid?

{♡} poll

- out if all the boy's whos beefing w a kid? (Spoiler it's not lookin good for Faust)

this whole thread

{♡} personal

- my first post :D

Songs 2

{♡} personal

- bittersweet trio

Corpse bride au

{♡} personal

- Seth is Emily, Alphonse is Victor and Boo is Veronica

Cryptic listeners

{♡} personal

- Wanna get with a cryptic? It's your luck day :D

Manhwa's

{♡} personal

- Okay manhwa's but w Alphonse, Seth, Charlie and Auron.

Brotherly talk

{♡} personal

- Rook is tired of their shit and wants them to be happy.

White Chicks

{♡} personal

- Alphonse and Seth love white chick's lil hc

bittersweet poly hc

{♡} personal HC

- their goofy goobers for Sugarboo

Edit

{♡} personal

- Bittersweet trio edit idea :D

Edit 2

{♡} personal

- idea #2 for BS trio bc I love them

Drinks

{♡} personal

- Trend where u make drinks off your ex. But make it bf bc who would break up w them?

Yandere Listeners

{♡} personal

- the listeners are insane, shocker.

Multi character:

Playing Uno

Phone Call

SEX??

Emo phase

Selfies

Ghosts

kill or..

dick

insult

Just Dance

let me kill

Baby girl

Grocery Shopping

Grocery Shopping 2

Rook and Sugarboo

Rook and Star

fucking who?

shoot a ghost

Competition

Break up songs

Break up songs 2

my white boy

white people shit

calling him dude

Yan! Listeners interacting

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🍬, 🏚️, 🧛, and 🎬! :D

Eee, thank you so much for sending this!

🍬 favorite Halloween candy

Mine: Mounds for fun-size wrapped candy, dark chocolate covered raisins for unwrapped/bulk candy

My as yet digitally silent co-mod: York Patties for wrapped, candy corn for bulk

🏚 are you the first one into a haunted house or are you being dragged by friends?

For a theatrical haunted house: either way as long as it was more for appreciating set decoration and performances rather than jump scares (you won't even drag me in if it's meant to be actually startling, let alone that full contact stuff). For a supposedly legit haunted house: I'm first in if it's a domesticated (so to speak) haunted building, like where there are plaques and tours and shit. If it's just an uninhibited building eith bad vibes that someone is saying is a haunted house, I'm only going in if I'm keeping a (less genre-savvy) friend safe, but I'd try to redirect before then lol.

🧛‍♂️ if you had to become a mythical creature, which would you pick?

I know it's a cop-out, but I'd LOVE to be a shape-shifter (subject to thoroughly checking the fine print). For more standard Halloween mythical creatures, there are a few iterations of vampirism I could fuck with (Only Lovers Left Alive is a good example), but if immortality is off the table then "witch/medium with telekinetic powers that may or may not stay under their control" is a fun trope, and the powerset is probably worth the cost of 50/50 survivorship when plot comes around.

🎬 what is your favorite Halloween quote/saying from a movie?

My favorite quote from a Halloween-appropriate movie:

"I'll be back! I ALWAYS come back! *sighs* But dyin' is such a bitch." -- Chucky in Bride of Chucky

Favorite Halloween-related quote from a non-Halloween movie:

"Happy Halloween!" -- Wade Wilson after going down on Vanessa with plastic monster teeth in his mouth in the "Calendar Girl" montage of Deadpool

This was so much fun! Thank you, friend!

[guppy-with-amilkpopsicle]

If you open your boops I'm gonna boop you so fucking hard not even god can un boop you bitch (happy Halloween)

THEYRE ON DO YOUR WORST!!!! >:D

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (20-26 Oct 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Historically Black Phrases: From "I Ain't One of Your Lil' Friends" to "Who All Gon' Be There?" (jarrett hill & Tre'vell Anderson, authors & narrators) - this has been on the go for a bit, as it's more of a 'dip in & out of between podcasts and stuff' type of book - hilarious and interesting af tho

😍 In A Mirrored Room, Talking To Myself (entanglednow) - 65K, steddie ghost hunter!eddie AU - great characterization, solid plot and legit fucking terrifying!

😍 Pro Deo et Patria (One-EyedBossman (desert000rose), SecretFandomStories) - Differently Okay Local Idiots #14 - 66K, stucky no powers D/s AU - Another great slice of life for these two, Steve gets mad at god and they both are trying so hard and being so resolute to not let the ways they are damaged break what they have together. As always, the writing is so precise and careful and expressive and wonderful. I love this series so, so much.

😊 The Limits of Duty (LeeHan) - stucky bookclub pick - 71K, entertaining stucky fantasy au

💖💖 +126K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

The Magic of His Touch (VelvetPaw) - hockey rpf: sid/geno, 32K - - loved the magic worldbuilding

halloween spirit (wearing_tearing) - stranger things: steddie, 2K - - short & cute with a fun cameo from a real horror movie

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Decoding the Afterlife: Ancient Egyptian Tombstones With Dr. Nicky Nielsen - Session 1: Ancient Egyptian Afterlife & Hieroglyphics

Spirits, Saints, and Souls: The Secret History of Halloween With Lisa Morton - Session 2: Halloween Comes to America

Seas The Day: Life Lessons From Cephalopods With Dr. Sarah McAnulty - Session 2: Flamboyant, Fun, and Freaky: Learning from a cuttlefish’s approach to life

Handsome - Bob the Drag Queen asks about movie musicals

Handsome - Pretty Little Episode #10

Only Murders In The Building - s4, e5-9

What We Do In The Shadows - s6, e1-3

Gastronauts - s1, e2

Dr. Odyssey - s1, e5

D20: Misfits & Magic 2 - "K's Anatomy" (s23, e5)

D20: Adventuring Party - "How to Save a Life" (s18, e5)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

The A24 Podcast - A Little Danger with Sebastian Stan & Colman Domingo

The Sporkful - “Super Size Me,” Twenty Years Later

Weekend Edition - Little is known about the striped skunk's smellier, spotted cousin. That's changing

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Bessie Stringfield, Motorcycle Queen of Miami

Weekend Edition - A hidden tomb was found in the ancient Jordanian city of Petra

Big Gay Fiction Podcast - Swordplay, Subterfuge, and Romance with Freya Marske

Death, Sex & Money - Bonus: The New Era of Pop Womanhood

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Aftel Archive of Curious Scents

Pop Culture Happy Hour - We Watch Classic Movies For The First Time

Switched on Pop - The virtuosity of Stevie Wonder

99% Invisible - Spirit Halloween

Vibe Check - That’s the 1, 2 Step

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Woman Of The Hour

NPR's Book of the Day - 'How Women Made Music' reexamines the history of music with women at its center

Short Wave - 'Ghost Genes' Could Help Save The American Red Wolf

Code Switch - Spitting on Andrew Jackson's Grave with Rebecca Nagle

It's Been a Minute - Kylie Minogue's tips for staying on top

⭐ Decoder Ring - The Wrongest Bird in Movie History

Re: Dracula - October 24: Not Yet Reported

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Living on Mars

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The South's Hidden Confessional

Consider This - Emo music gets its flowers at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

Morning Edition - Why female pop artists have been screaming in their songs a lot lately

Ologies - Confectionology (CANDY) with Susan Benjamin

Wild Card - Seth Meyers likes being the punchline

Re: Dracula - October 25: To His Doom

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Venom: The Last Dance And What's Making Us Happy

Smart Podcast, Trashy Books - 638. Smart Bitches After Dark - Tara interviews Sarah & Amanda

⭐ Today, Explained - Is there a Dr Pepper in the house?

It's Been a Minute - The Billboard Hot 100's doom loop; Plus, a new kind of true crime story

Hit Parade - The Bridge: All That Bono Can’t Leave Behind

Re: Dracula - October 26: Continue Our Watching

The Sam Sanders Show - Roy Wood Jr: Finding Comedy in Political Chaos

Decoder Ring - The Surprising History of Halloween

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - The Voices of… BLUEY!!!

⭐ Imaginary Worlds - Who Gets to Survive: The Final Girls of Horror

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Chill Supermix

Presenting Sabrina Carpenter

Rancid

Kylie Minogue

The Hit List

The Original Albums…Plus [Jim Croce] {2011}