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maverick-werewolf · 3 years ago

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On Werewolf Antagonists/Evil Werewolves

It’s that time of year when the things I love the most get noticed and celebrated at least a little by everybody else (even though corporations still hate creating typical Halloween products that actually include werewolves; seriously go check your local department store, it’s been this way since I was a tiny tiny child)...

Happy Howl-o-ween! Time for a special Halloween post!

(finally grabbed this game in a sale. Guess I’ll play it soon)

First off - welcome (again), new followers! I had a big ol’ followers flux, in part because my werewolf masterlist made the rounds and in part because of Overly Sarcastic Productions’ new video on werewolves! I communicated a lot with Red about research for it; be sure to check it out. You’ll recognize pretty much everything in there, if you’ve spent a lot of time on this blog (and if you’ve read my latest book, too)!

For a while now, I’ve been getting lots of messages and asks about werewolf stories and character concepts (and I always enjoy those!), but a lot of them have a something in common... an antagonistic or generally evil werewolf/werewolves or discussions thereof - or asking how to make a werewolf who isn’t an antagonist.

While villain werewolves are great and can be totally awesome, they are generally terrible, and on average, we do not like those or support or encourage them here on this blog. My goal with werewolf (and wolf) education is to encourage the creation of sympathetic and not evil werewolves and wolf-related characters. This doesn’t mean they have to be “cuddly” by any means (I’m not a fan of that, either), but it would be great to see werewolf characters that aren’t one-note villains.

Using them as villains is great, but I would so much rather see werewolf and wolf villains be done sparingly instead of the overwhelmingly “almost always” that you see today and have always seen throughout the history of entertainment.

Historically, werewolves (and wolves in general) are always cast in a bad light and as villains, often being pure evil and menaces that must be stopped (read: killed), and that needs to stop for so many reasons. If you want to hear more about that, though, you should read my book on how werewolves in folklore are not what they are in pop culture, how werewolves are nothing but misconceptions today, and why that isn’t a good thing.

All that being said, let’s move on to the meat of this post...

How do you make werewolves not evil?

There are many characters in stories. Not all of them have to be protagonists or antagonists. They do not have to be good or evil. Werewolves fit perfectly into shades of grey, whether they are directly cast as heroes or villains or not.

I want to emphasize something here: Werewolves are characters first and werewolves second. Essentially, werewolves are people, too.

It’s like any other character creation. If you create a character specifically to be “a female character” or “the love interest” or whatever, they are inherently going to suffer from that. If you make “the werewolf character” instead of making a character and then making that character happen to be a werewolf (or whatever other template you are applying), your character will never be as good as that character who was created as a character first and then the other element second. Do not let “being a werewolf” (or whatever other element is at play) dictate the character.

Almost all werewolf characters in media are werewolves first and characters second. They suffer for that. They aren’t really people - they’re just plot elements.

Werewolves are so much deeper than throwaway villains. At their core, werewolves are sill human, and they have problems and motivations and hopes and dreams like everyone else. Their lycanthropy affects that, not destroys it.

If you do not want the werewolf to be a primary hero or working with the primary hero, they do not necessarily have to be the villain, either. Werewolf characters can come and go like any other characters. Their motivations can be a mystery - they themselves can be part of that mystery. They do not necessarily have to be good or evil, but characters with their own motivations.

Being a werewolf does not have to impact them being good or evil at all. They could help the hero(es) directly or indirectly or only now and then, or they can be a looming threat the heroes hope they never have to face. They can be something that only helps the hero in their greatest moment of need due to the potential risks of doing so.

Werewolves can be a mysterious hermit, the wandering loner, the person who never lets anyone get close. They can drift in and out of a story and help the protagonists in only minor ways. They can be the Gandalf.

They can be literally anything in any story, if only horizons would be expanded. Werewolves are not a villain or antagonist, throwaway or not, by nature. They are characters, like everyone else. They just happen to also be werewolves, which only adds yet another very interesting layer to their characters - a layer that offers endless possibility and exploration, with so much character growth and development.

Werewolves are generally assumed to be villains. The natural line of thought is to make them such. That is exactly what I want to change.

The uncontrollable werewolves do not necessarily have to be the type to come charging out of nowhere, wanting to kill the protagonist and their friends for no reason at all. Give their animal side more depth, too. Why would it behave in such a way? What motivates it? Do you really want your readers to se your protagonist thinking that anything animalistic is an evil plague that must be destroyed, instead of just a part of nature that is trying to keep to itself? Or what if that werewolf was a hero, whether a hero or an anti-hero, instead of a villain - like all those other werewolves?

There are so many things one can do with werewolves. They can be enigmatic heroes, they can be the shades of grey. They could be a force of nature, they can be guardians, healers, sages, seers, shamans - they can be the thing that goes bump in the night, the thing you never see but know is there. They can be knights in shining armor with a dark side (my favorite and also my primary werewolf protagonist), they can be the absolute perfect anti-heroes - the possibilities are endless!

Werewolves do not inherently represent a force of evil or something to oppose the protagonists. They can take up any role in a story. Turn to folklore for ideas and inspiration! Read about them as great warriors, as heroes, healers, as simple wandering travelers - and as that friend you never expected could turn into a wolf and bring you a deer to eat when you got too hungry on the road.

Werewolves are not something that always has to be “fought” in a story. They can simply be a part of the world and part of the environment, a character someone sees in passing. They don’t have to be at the forefront as heroes and villains. They don’t have to be “faced” and “dealt with” in some way every time they are encountered. The fact that so many people write stories in which the werewolf must be immediately dealt with and is “evil” only highlights further the fact that werewolves have been put in this evil light because humanity feels it must destroy and restrain the forces of nature instead of letting the wild be free.

And if you want to have a werewolf who isn’t a hero (not all stories need werewolf heroes, either, after all), a great role for a werewolf is a red herring, since everyone does naturally assume a werewolf will be evil - but maybe that werewolf just wants to be left alone instead.

Werewolves are often at their best when they are only under suspicion - when the characters are wondering and worrying about it. Wonder if that thing behind them is the werewolf. Is the werewolf evil? Is it going to kill me? Are they even a werewolf? Like any horrific creature, werewolves are at their strongest when they are not front and center and tearing up everything, but when they are mysterious and a source of fear - when they are more characterized and less a monster encounter action scene that comes and goes in a hurry. When they are too powerful to be fought directly and are best just avoided.

This is why werewolves make for such great horror and mystery - and that can also help characterize them.

Maybe the protagonists cannot be sure if the person is a werewolf or not - and if that person is on their side or not. Maybe the werewolf doesn’t specifically help or fight them. And maybe ,at some crucial moment, the werewolf will appear and offer aid. Werewolves make for great enigmatic characters, especially when they are trying to hide their nature.

Most folklore werewolves are not necessarily heroes or villains (though they often came in a more heroic variety before the Renaissance, of course). Werewolves can take so many different roles, depending on what story you want to tell.

My favorite werewolves will always be those that have a dark side, not those that are sweet and cuddly. To me, if a werewolf is not in some way dark, it isn’t actually a werewolf (especially if they are just dog-people, which isn’t werewolves at all, but you’ve all heard me rant about that before). But that absolutely does not make them inherently villains - it makes them extremely interesting characters with endless depths to explore. Giving a character lycanthropy only gives them that much more substance. It should never take substance away - which is what tends to happen with a lot of werewolves in media, especially those one-note villain ones or the simplistic ones that are just a plot point in a mystery (and then are generally killed anyway).

So do not fall into that trap of making werewolves the villain(s) in your story/setting/etc. Think of them as you would both individuals and a force of nature - the most dangerous wild animal of them all... but not in any way inherently “evil.”

I hope this provides food for thought about making a character first and putting the werewolf element second - having that character you created react to being a werewolf the way a real person would, instead of existing solely as a plot element and/or a villain.

Expect more in-depth writing advice posts on this topic in the future!

And in conclusion... Happy Halloween!

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writings-of-a-daphodil · 4 years ago

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Pumpkins

Luke x alive!reader

Summary: It's fluffy Haloween time!!

Requested?: Yes! This was inspired by @fantomlovesjuke4ever's request:

Can I request an imagine with Luke Patterson as the ghost and (yn) as the alive girlfriend who is julie and flynn‘s best friend and she went to go visit Julie’s house for halloween.

I hope you like it!

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

A/n: I know it's after Halloween, but oh well. I hope y'all enjoy it!

Luke was positively vibrating with excitement as he walked you to Julie’s house. As his first Halloween in technically twenty five years, you could definitely understand. You were excited to spend your first Halloween together too.

"I can't wait to spend today with you!" Luke exclaimed, swinging your hand.

“What do you think we’re gonna do?” You asked as you walked onto Julie’s street.

Luke considered the question for a moment. “Julie was talking about doing a movie night and I know Reggie was looking forward to carving pumpkins.”

“How are you guys gonna carve pumpkins?” you asked.

“If we focus enough we can hold objects. Reggie’s been practicing everyday.”

“Ah-" you smiled "-do you think Alex finally got the courage to ask Willie to come?”

Luke shrugged. “He said he was gonna go see him this morning, so maybe.”

“I’m so excited to meet him, Alex has told me so much about him.”

“Yeah,” Luke grinned as you walked into Julie’s driveway.

“Julie?! We’re here!” You called walking into the empty garage.

“Boo!” Carlos jumped out from behind the couch and you shrieked, almost jumping into Luke’s arms. You quickly realized that wouldn’t be the best thing to do in front of Carlos though.

“Carlos, you nearly gave me a heart attack,” you scolded, but the smile on your face didn’t make you very menacing. Over the years you had learned to not get mad when people tried to scare you, and they tried a lot. You were kinda known for always being a little scared, you couldn't help it though. There were so many scary things out there, from ghosts to spiders.

Finding out that Julie was in a band full of ghosts that you could see and touch was a pretty big shock. You had been absolutely terrified to go anywhere near Julie’s house for a while. However, your fear soon faded with Luke’s persistent and kind attitude. He had helped you to realize that ghosts weren’t all bad.

From there, it had taken you a very long time to realize that your racing heart had less to do with fear and everything to do with a crush on Luke. Once you did though it wasn’t long before you were dating.

“Sorry, Y/n,” Carlos apologized as you heard footsteps running into the garage.

“Y/n!” Julie called.

“I’m here Jules!” You called back.

Julie walked in. “I heard you scream are you okay?”

“Yeah, Carlos just scared me,” you explained.

Julie nodded and turned to her little brother. “Flynn needs your help in the kitchen.” She turned to you and Luke as he left. “Are you ready for some pumpkin carving?”

“Yes!” Reggie exclaimed, proofing into the room. You jumped, this time into Luke’s arms.

“Good. Y/n, can you help me with them?” Julie asked.

You nodded. “Of course.”

Julie led you up to the house and and you admired the detailed decorations. There were tons of fake spider webs and spiders on the porch and cute little signs that said stuff like 'the witch is in'.

The inside of the house was even cuter with purple and orange streamers decorating the ceiling and few paper bats dangling from string.

"You guys always have the best decorations," you complimented as you and Julie walked into the dining room. There were five pumpkins of varying sizes stacked together and you grabbed the two smallest while Julie took the biggest.

“Hey Flynn,” you called, eyeing the delicious looking Halloween cookies. They were the soft sugar cookies that were at all the supermarkets.

"Hey," she waved, placing a cookie on a platter.

"Happy Halloween, Y/n," Ray said, coming into the room and taking a cookie. "Do you girls want some help getting these to the garage?"

You beamed at him. "Yes please."

Your arms burned on the walk down to the garage and you wished you could have Luke help you, but a floating pumpkin would probably scare Ray. You finally set the pumpkins down and thanked him, waiting for him to get out of earshot before you spoke to the ghosts.

"Where's the newspaper?" Luke asked Julie who gestured to a cabinet.

You and Julie worked together to move the coffee table and were helping the boys lay out the newspaper when you heard a faint swoosh. You let out a quiet yelp when you heard it and looked up to see Alex and who you could only assume was Willie.

"Hey," Alex said with a nervous wave. You stood up and quickly moved over to him.

"You must be Willie, it's so nice to finally meet you! I'm Y/n."

Willie smiled and you could see Alex relax out of the corner of your eyes. "Nice to meet you too."

Luke came up to you and wrapped an arm around your waist as Julie introduced herself. The six of you chatted for a little while before Flynn arrived with some food.

With everyone in the garage it was time to start carving.

You and Luke kneeled down together to start on your carving of the Julie and the Phantoms logo. You squinted your eyes in concentration as you sketched it out on paper. Once you were satisfied Luke pinned it on the pumpkin and grabbed the tools.

He did his best to carve a bit out, but his hand kept falling through after a while. He sighed in defeat before you came over.

"Here," you said, taking his hand, "let me help."

With his hand in yours, the two of you were able to easily carve the pumpkin. You took the top off and wrinkled your nose at the mess of seeds inside.

"I'd help but..." Luke waved his hand through the pumpkin, a teasing grin on his face.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," you grumbled, rolling your eyes. You reached your hand into the pumpkin and placed some of the gross goop in a trashbag.

"Almost there," Luke encouraged. You groaned as you reached your hand back in.

Though you didn't enjoy it, the pumpkin's insides were clean in no time. From there you sprinkled cinnamon in it and got your carving tools ready. Luke grabbed your hand again and you got to work.

Eventually you were all done. You and Luke took a step back and proudly admired your slightly lopsided design.

"We did it!" You cheered and Luke high fived you. You turned and gave Luke a celebratory kiss and moved to walk around the room to admire the other pumpkins.

Reggie had carved a remarkably good guitar and you exchanged compliments.

From there you moved on to admire the pumpkin that Willie and Alex had painted rainbow. It was so cute to see how they interacted together and you hoped Willie would be over more often.

Julie's and Flynn's pumpkins were a bit more classic, but very beautiful.

After looking at all the carvings you and Luke walked back to your own pumpkin and accepted all the compliments that came your way.

The sun was getting lower and lower as you turned to chatting and for you lifers, snacking.

You always felt a little bad eating in front of the ghosts, but you couldn't resist the cookies. There was just something so good about the way they melted in your mouth.

It wasn't long before the sun had completely set and you were placing the candles in the pumpkins. The smell of cinnamon and pumpkin filled the room as you went and joined Like on the couch.

“What now?” Julie asked.

“Movies!” Reggie suggested, eyeing some dvds.

“You guys missed some good ones," Willie said from where he and Alex were sitting together.

“Oh you definitely did,” you confirmed, already thinking of ones to watch.

“Here, let's look at the options.” Julie waved her hand and Reggie went over to the table stacked with dvds under the loft.

It wasn’t long before they had decided on the first one. Julie put the movie they chose into the player while you and Luke settled onto the couch. It was just the start of the movie, but the end to a perfect day.

****

Voila! This is my first JatP request and I hope y'all liked it. Have a fantastic day/night!

P.S. I am open to requests!!!!!

P.P.S. if you want to be on my taglist for all things Julie and the Phantoms, feel free to ask. I hope it works and please message me if it doesn’t.

#Julie and the phantoms x reader #julie and the phantoms imagine #jatp x reader #jatp imagine #jatp luke #jatp luke imagine #jatp luke x reader #julie and the phantoms Luke #julie and the phantoms luke imagine #luke patterson #luke patterson imagine #luke patterson x reader #Pumpkins #jatp one shot #luke one shot #oneshot #one shot

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leonameowzz · 4 years ago

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👻TW Halloween Adventures (Savanaclaw): Elephant Graveyard👻

Hello, I’m back with a Halloween special story today! I’m planning to write one for each dorm but today we’re starting off with Savanaclaw. It’s definitely turned out longer than I expected but please enjoy~

You first heard of the Elephant Graveyard when Leona mentioned it in passing during your recent lunch. He casually brought it up in hopes of scaring you, although it had quite the opposite effect, in fact your interest was piqued. Determined, you spent the next few days researching both online and in the library. Most sources described the place as extremely ancient and creepy, but what caught your attention were mentions of a certain treasure located there, although no one had ever been able to find it. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much information of said treasure.

You knew it would be futile to ask Leona, and Ruggie wouldn’t do either since he would only inform the former. Just when you thought you were out of options, a certain French archer came to mind and you hurriedly made your way to Pomefiore. After you explain the situation to Rook, he nodded thoughtfully before explaining, “There are rumors of an emerald crystal hidden within the Elephant Graveyard and whoever finds it is said to be blessed with eternal happiness and prosperity. However, that place is notoriously dangerous and those who dare venture inside rarely make it out.”

You thank Rook and excuse yourself, but not before you’re joined by Jack who happened to overhear your conversation since he and Vil had just returned from working out together. He could tell from your expression that you were determined to explore that place and confronted you about it. You didn’t deny his claims and even shyly admitted that you were hoping to find this treasure and gift it to Leona. Jack knew how stubborn you were and wouldn’t be persuaded out of the idea, so he reluctantly agreed to accompany you on this adventure since it would be troublesome if anything happened to you.

He also stated that “If we do somehow manage to find the treasure for Leona, perhaps it may even bring back that side of him that I admire so much”. Both of you made plans to explore that weekend under the pretense of ‘history research’ and started preparing supplies and potions for the journey. Of course it was kept a secret between you two, even Grim didn’t know about it and you had to bribe him with premium tuna to spend the weekend with ADeuce.

The closer you got to the Elephant Graveyard, the less people and animals you encountered. Located on the outskirts of Afterglow Savannah, it was a place where the sun didn’t shine and ominous clouds loomed overhead. Huge skeletons filled the entire area, further contributing to its menacing and eerie atmosphere. Just standing at the entrance felt as if the life was being sucked right out of you. Even Jack could only stand there in awe and trepidation. Sure, he had seen similar sights at Savannaclaw dorm, but to see the actual thing in person was an entirely different story.

If the outward appearance wasn’t enough to scare anyone off, the rancid smell permeating the entire place certainly would. It was safe to say neither you nor Jack were keen on staying too long. As you ventured deeper, your flashlight caught something sparkle in the nearby distance. You and Jack hurried over to it, only to find a pair of shattered spectacles and nearby lay several human skeletons at the foot a large mammoth skull. You cover your mouth, resisting the urge to scream at the sight.

It was then that you caught shadows moving from the corner of your eyes. Jack tensed up as he scanned the surroundings for movements. Suddenly, menacing growls echoed all around and glowing red eyes began emerging from all sorts of cracks between the animal carcasses. The two of you soon found yourselves surrounded by a pack of beasts with razor sharp claws and fangs, along with an ebony hide and spiky tail. One beast towered over the others in size, most likely the alpha, as it eyed its prey hungrily.

Jack immediately shielded you behind him protectively. Even if you couldn’t use magic, you had taken precautions to equip yourself to fend off potential attackers. As the beasts charged forward, both of you prepared to engage in battle, fighting back-to-back, with Jack transformed into his wolf form and you swinging your sword, occasionally hurling an offensive potion. Jack managed to land a significant blow on the alpha, granting an opening for you both to escape. However, victory was short-lived as you ran into a dead-end due to poor visibility, and got cornered. Jack’s magic was almost depleted, as were your resources and strength, and it seemed like a lost cause when you heard a loud roar followed by sand blasting the beasts away. A hand reached for you in the darkness as it pulled you along, not stopping until you were basking under the sun’s glow again, Ruggie and Jack following closely behind.

After catching your breath, you looked up only to be met with summer green eyes boring into your own as Leona ranted at you, “Were you trying to get killed herbivore?! I know Headmaster doesn’t give you much allowance but were you that desperate for madol? Or are you just too adventurous for your own good? Curiosity kills the cat you know, besides such a crystal doesn’t even exist. It’s just a false rumor spread by the elders to deter thieves from stealing the royal treasure.”

“Wait, so the magic crystal isn't real??” You pout dejectedly. After going through that near-death experience, turns out it was all for naught? Both you and Jack were visibly disappointed and just drained. As you mindlessly fumbled around in your pocket, your hand touched something hard as you fished out a small (scaly?) stone. Upon closer inspection, it was definitely no emerald crystal, but it did emit a faint greenish glow. Could it have come from that beast when Jack attacked it previously? You offer it Leona stating, “I know this isn’t anything valuable but please take it as thanks for saving us, we had intended on giving you the rumored treasure but since it never existed...”

This definitely caught Leona off-guard as he had initially thought you and Jack went exploring solely out of curiosity, but to think the two of you had embarked on such a dangerous trip for him. Even though he was touched, this prideful lion would never show it, only huffing in response as he accepted the gift from you. It was Ruggie who spoke up teasingly, “You have no idea how worried Leona was, he almost got into a fist fight with Rook for divulging false information to you~”

“Ruggie you little-” Leona growled in irritation, tail swishing from side to side. He was too embarrassed to meet your eyes, and quickly sauntered off back to his dorm before any of you could notice the blush forming on his cheeks. Geez, his juniors were such troublemakers, making him exert more effort than necessary... and yet he wasn’t too bothered about it this time. In fact, he made a mental note to pay extra attention to you from now on since you had a knack for getting into trouble.

*A/N: The beasts are loosely based off Odogoron from Monster Hunter World who resides in Rotten Vale, which I found quite fitting for the Elephant Graveyard in this case*

#twisted wonderland #twst #halloween #tw halloween adventures #savanaclaw #elephant graveyard #leona kingscholar #jack howl #ruggie bucchi #rook hunt

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sserpente · 5 years ago

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A/N: Here’s to the first Halloween Imagine this year! I can’t believe September is almost over already. Request from @amaru163, @primestefericirea and anon. Enjoy, everyone! ♥

Words: 2262 Warnings: brief mentions of attempted rape

Moaning, you shut off the TV and then threw the remote on the empty spot on the sofa next to you. Hocus Pocus was a classic Halloween movie and perfect for cuddling up with pumpkin spice tea and Halloween candy… but at the end of the day, the boy got the girl and they kissed and lived happily ever after.

It wasn’t even Christmas yet—you forbad yourself to sulk away and cry over being so lonely; and going out on Halloween, dressed in an uncomfortable costume, wasn’t really your thing either, even if your friends had insisted you came along to meet someone. Since the incident with your spiked drink and the two American men who had tried to rape you in the backyard before your friend found you and stepped in, you hardly felt like partying out in public anymore.

You’d rather spend the day giving out candy to costumed children and then curl up in bed with a good book, wishing you would not have to spend the spooky day alone. With a sigh you closed your eyes, the clock striking midnight. 31st of October… well… Happy Halloween to me.

It was time to go to bed anyway.

The next morning started unspectacular, even though it was a perfect October day. Fog crept through the streets, the cold autumn air uniting with a grey sky. The wind was chilly—you were glad to be too old to go trick or treating. You would have been freezing today, especially in the witch costume you used to wear.

Humming to yourself, you poured yourself a cup of coffee and then prepared a bowl of treats which you placed next to the door. You had a few more hours until the first children would excitedly ring your doorbell and until then, decorating a bit surely wouldn’t do any harm. You always left your Halloween decorations up until mid-November anyway.

It was then somebody knocked on your door, making you frown. It was way too early for trick or treaters. You suspected it to be the postman but even he usually did not stop by before twelve—one of the disadvantages living in a small and secluded house in the suburbs. But that also meant that visitors were a rarity. Only the children knew that they’d collect a lot of candy here.

You heard the knocking again, this time more urgently, ferociously even. Almost as if somebody was sliding down your door after being beaten up…

Quickly, you threw on your bathrobe and hurried to the door, eyes darting around to find a suitable weapon—just in case. The metal shoehorn would have to suffice; but what you saw when you opened the door made you gasp.

There was a man, panting and barely conscious. A tall man with long black hair and the most beautiful face you had ever seen, cowering on the ground like a parched traveller in the desert. Your eyes met—his of a stunning blue—then, they flattered close.

Your first instinct was it to call an ambulance, the police, anybody. But something held you back. This just didn’t make any sense. Where did he come from? The passed out man before you had, apart from a few minor cuts on his face, no visible injuries and he did not look drugged either. Just very tired and exhausted, like he had just returned from a war and now the weight of what he had seen and done was taking its toll both on his body and mind. It could be a trick, too. A burglar using his acting skills and then overwhelming you once you dragged him inside, practically inviting him to rob you.

Still… you couldn’t just leave him out here to die. It was cold… and it was Halloween. Perhaps your wish had been heard and you wouldn’t have to be alone after all. If the stranger woke up, that was.

He was heavier than he looked. You had barely heaved him on your sofa when he opened his eyes again, seemingly appreciating the soft surface you were attempting to steer him onto. As soon as his body hit the fabric, he fell asleep again.

For a moment, you simply stared down at him, blinking. None of your friends would believe you if you told them what was happening here right now. What if he was severely sick? Should you call an ambulance after all?

Biting your lower lip, you decided against it and instead hurried to the bathroom to empty your medicine cabinet, returning with some gauze and antiseptic.

You longed to find out his name, who he was. But for now, you would tend to the wounds on his face. There was a cut on his forehead that, by the looks of it, didn’t need stitching, another one on his left cheek. He had a split lip, too.

He looked so peaceful and innocent. Like a boy who had been forced to grow up too soon and at the same time… like a dominant man who took what he wanted no matter the cost. Like a man who would hide his true feelings and protect his heart because it had been broken one time too often. You couldn’t deny he looked familiar too. And those clothes… so old-fashioned and… otherworldly. He was wearing green and black leather armour combined with golden accents and plates. Probably just a Halloween costume.

The stranger took another hour to come about again. Time which you made use of by finally getting changed into proper clothes. You had just sat back down on the sofa with him, watching him intently and checking if his wounds had started to bleed again when his eyes fluttered open and your gazes met.

His widened, as if something occurred to him. Sitting up so fast his vision must have gone black for a moment, he grunted when a stinging pain cursed through his head. He hated to admit that his unexpected fall from the Bifrost had drained him completely and now, being far away from a realm sizzling with magic, his energy would take a lot longer to replenish. He was tired, hungry and worn out. Well… he shouldn’t be surprised. Coming to Midgard had never been a joyful experience before.

Your house had been the only one in sight and he needed a safe place to recover. He would positively kill Thor once he found a way back to Asgard. It wasn’t the first time he had been banished to Midgard, after all.

The mortal was staring at him like he was alien. He was, technically. But Loki was certainly not in the mood for explanations. He had to admit you were rather beautiful though—for a human that was.

“Who are you?” You heard yourself whisper.

The stranger sighed. “I am Loki, of Asgard. You may have heard of me.”

Then it dawned on you. Loki. Asgard. Of course you had heard of him—and of the incident in New York. You had taken in a known criminal and treated his wounds. Your heart started beating rapidly at the realisation.

When you said nothing, he spoke up. “And who might you be?”

“I… (Y/N). My name is (Y/N).”

“(Y/N),” he nodded. A pleasant shiver went through you when he spoke your name with his smooth and velvety voice. “It looks just like I will be keeping you company for a while.”

Standing, he took in his surroundings. “It will suffice.”

“Excuse me? You can’t just make yourself comfortable here. I didn’t invite you!”

“Technically, you did when you helped me inside your home and took care of my wounds. I heal faster than mortals.” He said it like it had been an unnecessary and pointless action.

“I was just trying to help.” You glared at him, unable to believe what you were hearing.

“Thank you very much for your hospitality,” he replied dramatically, slightly rolling his eyes in the process. “Where are your kitchens?”

“Kitchens? I only have one.” He waved it off. “Straight ahead, you can’t miss it.” You followed him when he turned on his heel and began to search your kitchen like a cat hoping to steal a piece of meat or a slice of ham and soon, unceremoniously, practically ripped open your fridge. There were leftovers from yesterday’s dinner as well as some yogurt and carrots. You had planned on going shopping today. Loki grunted at the pitiful selection and took it all without asking. Then, he slammed the fridge shut again, grabbing the bag of bread rolls on the counter too.

“Of course, help yourself.” You murmured contritely. When he only rolled his eyes in response and barely managed to find some cutlery to dig in still standing, you threw your arms up, desperate for someone, anyone to explain this bizarre situation to you.

“What on Earth happened? Why were you knocking on my door like somebody tried to murder you? How did you even get here?”

Loki swallowed a big bite. He glanced at you in such a menacing manner, you took a step back. Perhaps you should have called the police, after all.

“Do you have hot chocolate? And coffee?” He suddenly asked. You blinked.

“I… yes. I mean, no.” Loki raised an eyebrow at you. “I mean, yes I do but not for you. Answer my questions, Loki.”

Loki dropped the cutlery onto the counter with such force the ear-piercing sound made you flinch.

“I was banished, if you must know. Thor had me leave Asgard because he no longer trusts me… and the people urged him on too…” He trailed off. “I refused. Believe me, my unfortunate fall and inelegant landing on Midgard was not planned.”

“Thor? Out of all places, why would he send you to Earth? You tried to subjugate us!”

Loki’s blue eyes locked with yours yet again, thousands of unspoken words reflecting in them. There was a story behind it—a story which he was not quite willing to tell you.

“Sorry… I just meant…”

“Midgard was not the final destination.” He interrupted you sharply—but not before smirking weakly but mischievously. “This place is void of magic. I will need some time to recover in peace. I assume you have chambers for me to rest in?”

“I don’t have chambers, I have bedrooms. And there is a guest room upstairs.” There was no point in kicking him out. Surely, Loki would simply take what he wanted if you denied him. At least this way, he was asking nicely… more or less; and besides, you had hoped for a miracle to happen so you wouldn’t be alone on Halloween.

He wasn’t so bad… apart from being outrageously handsome, he was by far as charming as arrogant when he smirked at you like that. And for some reason… you doubted he would seriously threaten or harm you.

You almost giggled at trying to explain trick or treating to him.

“Now, what about that hot chocolate?”

“Oh, fine then.”

After slurping down the cocoa you made him and eating up almost all of the food you had had left in your house, Loki retreated to your guest room and did not return until noon. You were quite surprised he only needed a few hours of sleep for some fresh energy, which is why he completely caught you off guard when he suddenly appeared behind you in the living room, watching you with his head tilted how you balanced on a chair to hang up some spooky pumpkin lights.

“I am dreading to ask but what are you doing?”

You screeched, almost falling off the chair as you turned around to face him. “Couldn’t you clear your throat or something? And now don’t tell me you don’t know what Halloween is…”

Loki frowned in response, waiting for you to speak on.

“It’s today. People dress up in costumes and celebrate and children go from house to house to ask for candy to scare away ghosts and evil spirits. I’m decorating. Jack-o-Lanterns are the most common item you’ll find around houses on this day. Don’t you celebrate Halloween on Asgard?”

He shook his head. “What we celebrate towards the end of autumn is Álfablót, to worship our ancestors and honour the life force of a family. It does not involve carved pumpkins though.”

“Must be weird for you…” You muttered sarcastically, attempting to stick a piece of tape around your curtain rail.

“It is by far not the strangest thing I have seen mortals do during all the times I visited Midgard.”

“The first children will be here soon, I need to have decorated until then. You could help me instead of standing around. Consider it paying your rent.”

Loki smirked, making your heart jump; almost as if he meant to say challenge accepted. With but a wave of his hand, the pumpkin lights stuck to the curtain rail on its own.

“Huh.”

But it didn’t end there. You let out a scream when you suddenly felt the orange and black tinsel from your Halloween decorations box slowly creeping up and curling around your leg like a snake.

“Loki!”

This time, the God of Mischief actually chuckled. He dropped the spell when you threatened to lose your balance and fall off the chair yet again. When you turned back around, he was leaning against the threshold with his arms crossed in an amused manner.

He certainly was going to have his fun while he was here. You were quite adorable, after all.

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The Family that Shouldn’t Be

Summary: With Muriel and Eustace dead, Courage finds himself all alone at the farmhouse. Fortunately or unfortunately for Courage, the villains he faced in the past begins to make themselves at home at the farmhouse, bringing with them much fun and mayhem the small pink dog can handle.

Rated T for just in case

Firstly, Happy Halloween! I hope all of you have a fun and safe Halloween.

Secondly, I would like to show my appreciation and gratitude to those who sent an ask. Thank you so much for them! They made my day reading all the nice things you've said. I honestly thought everyone would get tired of reading another fanfic with the same plot with Muriel and Eustace dying and the villains living with Courage as some of the other fanfics. Thank you all so much again. I will try to reply to your reviews as soon as I can.

Thirdly, I know I said I was going to switch between my two CtCD fanfics, but I really wanted to do a Halloween chapter for The Family that Shouldn't Be. Plus, Tales of Halloween inspired me with the living evil pumpkins attacking idea. I also wanted to have Muriel and Eustace be able to visit on Hallow's Eve when the veil is at its weakest, and the dead can visit the living for a certain amount of time. And sorry, still no Clutching Foot appearance. I'll make sure the Clutching Foot shows up in the next chapter.

I also apologize if some of it feels rushed. I did have a deadline for getting this chapter done in time for Halloween.

All Courage the Cowardly Dog character belongs to John Dilworth

The Halloween Where Pumpkins Attacked

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It was the day before Halloween and Courage, and the villains were on their way to pick up some items to celebrate it. Much to Courage, and to his surprise, Katz's dismay, Cajun wanted to hold a horror movie marathon. So, their first stop was at a blockbuster to rent movies. Courage still wondered how he and Katz got roped into picking out movies.

"All I'm saying is we should replace the tape player with a DVD player," Cajun said as they walked into the building.

"I think that is something we should agree on unanimously," Katz argued.

Though it was Autumn, the middle of Nowhere was still a hot desert, the heat had lessened slightly despite it, and the city was starting to feel the chill of winter coming. Courage looked up at Katz. The feline was wearing a grey sweater over a white dress shirt. The dog wasn't sure why he thought Katz looked suave wearing those clothes and wondered why his thoughts went to when the feline had dressed as a captain during that submarine scam of his and thought he looked. . .dashing. Courage shook his head to clear his thoughts.

Courage watched Katz pick a movie off the rack and study it.

"Uh, Katz? I can ask you a question?" Courage asked.

"You already have," Katz answered as he placed the movie back.

Courage gave the cat a disgruntled stare. "I wanted to ask you why you don't like horror movies."

"The horror movies these days are all the same. Drugs, sex, naked women, alcohol, and more blood a human body can't hold. I much prefer the old classic horror movies." Katz answered.

Cajun scoffed. "Those old black and white movies are sooooo boring."

"You do realize that without the classics, the horror genre wouldn't be the way they are today," Katz informed him.

"Yeah, 'cus someone thought they were boring and decided to improve them." Cajun conversed.

Since Courage didn't like horrifying movies, he left the villains in the horror section and was in the children section looking at the Halloween themed cartoons he could find. As he looked over one, he heard a commotion as the employee attempted to wrestle a movie out of Weremole's mouth while Katz holding onto Weremole demanded the feral animal to let go. Other than that little hitch and having to pay to replace the damaged tape, they each chose several movies they wanted to watch. They went to the store to pick up ingredients to cook with and drink.

Before going into the store, they had to remind Weremole repeatedly not to attack or eat anyone. The shopping was still tense for Courage as he kept a close eye on Weremole. Katz and Weremole stayed with the cart as the other three looked at the pumpkins sitting in the front of the produce section. Courage noted that each pumpkin looked perfect; not even one was misshapen or had a blemish on them. He grabbed a random pumpkin and spotted a sticker on it, stating the military produced the pumpkins. The few times Courage encountered the military didn't turn out well, so he had a foreboding feeling towards these pumpkins.

"Hey, pup!"

Courage looked over to see Cajun walking over to him with two pumpkins under each arm.

"Found a pumpkin yet?" he asked.

"Mm-hm." Courage answered.

"Let's put them in the cart, yeah?" Cajun said.

They, along with Le Quack, placed their pumpkins into the cart. Cajun went back and came back with two more pumpkins. Courage knew five of the pumpkins were for each of them, but Cajun wouldn't say why he got an extra pumpkin.

When they reached the baking aisle, Courage spotted Halloween themed cookie cutters. He set them in the cart and other items to make sugar cookies, and every time he did, he would glance up at Katz to see his reaction. The cat gave none. Once they paid their purchases, they loaded everything into the back of the truck, got into the cab, and drove home. Once at home, they set the pumpkins near the front door, placed the tapes next to the tv, and put their groceries away. Katz, Cajun, and Courage started working on the sweets they wanted to make for Halloween.

Courage was the last to finish as he wasn't making one cookie dough but four. Plain, black, orange, and green. Katz was still there, enjoying a cup of tea. He wrapped each dough and placed them in the refrigerator.

"Need help with the dishes?" Katz inquired.

Courage was surprised to hear Katz offer to help with the dishes, and he wasn't going to refuse. "Yes, thank you."

With Katz's help, they finished washing the dishes in record time. The rest of the day went by without a hitch, and Courage was quite relaxed as he went to sleep that night.

Courage woke early on Halloween day to get started on his cookies. He rolled out the chilled cookie dough out on the table and used the cookie cutters on each one. The pumpkin cutter in the orange dough. Bat and cat cutters in the black dough. The witch in the green dough. And the skull and ghost cutters in the plain dough. He wiped at his forehead and let out a breath once the cookies finished being baked and cooled. Next came the decorating as he set out the different colored icing on the table.

With his tongue tucked between his teeth, Courage started working on drawing faces on each cookie. A lot of the faces were crooked, and as long they tasted good, he didn't mind that they weren't perfect. The dog smiled at the cookies, ready to be eaten during their movie marathon. He turned around and stopped. Katz leaned against the refrigerator watching him.

"Uh, why are you just standing there?" Courage inquired.

"You were so fixated on your decorating I didn't want to disturb you," Katz answered as he walked over to the dog.

Katz leaned over to inspect the cookies. "There isn't any vinegar in these, is there?"

Courage had to fight not to roll his eyes. "Muriel was the one that put vinegar in everything. These are plain sugar cookies." Courage answered.

Courage watched Katz plucked a pumpkin cookie from the plate, took a bite, and chew. The cat stopped eating and eyed the cookie.

"What's in this?" he asked after he swallowed.

Oh, right.

"I added some allspice to make the pumpkin cookies taste like a pumpkin." Courage explained.

"Interesting," Katz said. He finished the cookie and said, "You better not enter them into the Nowhere Sweet Stuff contest next year."

Courage blinked his eyes at Katz. His tone didn't sound at all threatening or menacing. It seemed more like he was being playful, maybe even . . .teasing? No. That can't be right. Courage shook his head; he was sure he imagined it. The kitchen door swung open, and a being with a carved pumpkin for a head burst into the room.

"Roar!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Courage screamed. He leaped up and clung to the side of Katz's face shaking and stammering.

Katz wasn't affected by the scare. If anything, he was annoyed. Cajun reached up and pulled the pumpkin off his head. Courage had been focusing on the frightening pumpkin head; he didn't realize it was Cajun.

"Hahaha! Sorry, pup. I came to tell ya both that we're just waitin' on ya both to carve the pumpkins out on the front porch, and I couldn't resist tryin' to scare ya." Cajun apologized.

Katz spoke not a word as he calmly and gently grasped Courage with a paw and pulled him off. The cat plant the dog in one of the chairs walked over to Cajun, grabbed the pumpkin out the fox's paws, and slammed it down on his head. Cajun yelped as the pumpkin smashed into pieces.

Appeased, Katz turned to Courage and said, "Let's put your cookies on the dining table with the other sweets, so they don't get in the way of cooking later."

"What about the dishes?" Courage asked.

"We'll have the fox do them for scaring you," Katz told the dog.

Courage agreed with Katz and with the plate in paws and thanking the feline for opening the kitchen door for him, placed the plate on the dining table. Katz headed for the front of the house, and Courage followed him. Le Quack sat on the front porch covered with newspaper and Weremole sniffed at the seeds and pumpkin guts.

Cajun walked out while rubbing at his head. "Pick your pumpkin. I brought plenty of knives for each of us."

Each one started on their pumpkin, except for Weremole, who just stared at his.

"Here, let me help." Courage offered.

The dog cut open the top and scooped out all the seeds and insides for Weremole. When Courage finished, Weremole continued staring at the pumpkin then took a bite out of it. Courage grimace as the feral mole spat the shell and flesh out.

"Well, that's one way to carve a pumpkin," Cajun commented

Courage looked closely and saw the fox was right. Weremole had managed to gouge out two eyes, a nose, and a mouth out of the pumpkin. The dog went to work on his pumpkin when he heard Le Quack chuckle, followed by a small explosion.

"Watch it!" Katz hissed as he brushed off bits of the pumpkin off his arm.

"It is nice, no?" Le Quack asked, showing off his pumpkin, which had smoke swirling out the face the duck somehow was able to blow out without destroying the pumpkin itself. Courage was impressed.

Courage went back to his pumpkin and looked up only when Cajun declared his jack-o-lantern done. He had given it evil eyes and a wicked jagged smile. Courage thought it was good and noticed that Katz didn't touch his pumpkin.

"You're not going to carve your pumpkin?" Courage asked the cat.

"I do not find it fun," Katz answered.

"You don't like Halloween, huh?" Courage said.

"I enjoyed it when I was a kitten — dressing up as something else to scheme people for candy. But as I grew older, it lost its magic. It became tedious." Katz explained.

Le Quack chuckled. "I used to con other children out of their bags of candy."

That was terrible!

"I enjoyed the parties! The food and activities." Cajun inputted.

Weremole never celebrated the holiday, so he didn't have much to say.

"What about you, pup?" Cajun asked.

"We never really celebrated it. Muriel would make something special on this day, but I never went trick-or-treating. Unless you count going into stores that gave out candy for free." Courage answered.

"Well, what about with your parents?" Cajun questioned.

Courage's ears drooped, and he looked dejected. "If they had, I don't remember. The earliest memory I can remember was of my parents when I lost them to a crazy veterinarian. He launched them into space on a rocket while I was a pup. He wanted to breed dogs in outer space, which I still don't know why. I don't know if they're still alive or not to this day." He explained.

Courage didn't know why he decided to confine with the villains a bit of his past. He supposed it was because he saw them as a family and was becoming more relaxed around them. He noticed how quiet it was and looked up to see the villains staring intently at him.

"Oh, pup!" Cajun exclaimed, rushing over to Courage and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug, squeezing an "Urk!" out of the dog.

Weremole and Le Quack gave their condolences to the dog as well, and Katz stayed where he was. Cajun put Courage back down, and the dog was able to finish carving his jack-o-lantern. Crescent shaped eyes, a round nose, and a happy mouth.

"How cute," Cajun commented. "What about you, pussy cat?"

Katz ignored the fox and walked into the house.

"That's rude." huffed Cajun.

Courage thought Cajun was right, but he also knew Katz being a cat can be aloof. Le Quack and Weremole went off to do their own thing, leaving Cajun and Courage alone. Cajun not wanting to let the pumpkin go to waste, carved up Katz's pumpkin.

"Do you think Katz would look this if he were a lot less serious?" Cajun asked as he showed the dog the pumpkin.

Cajun carved a smiling cat face into the last pumpkin. Cat ears were even cut into the orange gourd. Courage then helped carry the knives into the kitchen when he and Cajun cleaned up the mess on the front porch.

"Don't worry about washin' 'em pup. I got it." Cajun informed Courage.

"Are you sure?" Courage asked.

"Yup. Plus, I owe washin' yer dishes for scarin' ya." Cajun told him.

Courage thanked Cajun and not knowing what else to do until everyone was ready to watch the movies, the dog went up to the attic. He stopped in the doorway when he caught sight of Katz sitting at the computer. Courage carefully strolled over to the feline. "Katz?" he called softly.

Katz looked up at Courage as the dog got closer, then he did something that Courage didn't expect. Katz pulled the dog into a hug. Courage was utterly speechless, and unlike Cajun's bone-crushing embrace, Katz's hug was gentler. He wished he understood what the cat was thinking. He also wanted Katz to show him more of this side of him. Katz released his hold and stared intently at Courage.

The only thing Courage could think of saying was, "Thank you, Katz."

Katz nodded and asked, "When will the movie marathon start?"

"After breakfast or lunch? Cajun didn't specify." Courage answered.

Katz let out a sigh. "Let us go and ask the fox."

Both made the trek down to the main floor, and as soon they walked into the dining room, they heard noises in the kitchen. Feeling terror welling up in him, Courage hung back behind Katz as he pushed the kitchen door open. Looking from behind Katz's legs, the dog watched as Cajun hand both paws clamped around a pumpkin on his head as he stumbled about the kitchen.

Katz had a cross look on his face, and as he placed his paws on his hips he said, "It wasn't funny the first time you did that, what makes you think it would be funny the second time?"

"I'm not doing it this time! The thing just came in and chomped down on my head!" was Cajun's garbled answer as he tried to pull the pumpkin off his head and walked into the kitchen table.

Letting out a loud gasp of alarm, ran over to Cajun, grabbed hold of the pumpkin, he pulled Cajun down to the floor with him and tugged as hard as he could on the pumpkin.

"Easy! Easy!" yelped Cajun.

With a mighty tug, Courage removed the pumpkin off the fox's head. Cajun fell on his back, and Courage stumbled backward before catching his balance. The pumpkin wiggled in Courage's arms then it turned to face the dog. Courage's eyes widen in horror as the jack-o-lantern opened its mouth wide, snarled at him, and reached out to him with vines.

"Aaaaaaaah!" Courage screamed, eyes popping out. Red paws took the pumpkin from Courage's hands, and Katz threw the pumpkin away. The dog winced when he heard glass shattering.

"I think our pumpkins are alive and hungry," Cajun groaned, rubbing his head.

After catching a breather, Courage asked, "Where are Le Quack and Weremole?"

Right on cue, Le Quack waddled into the kitchen, his mallet on his shoulder with pieces of pumpkin pulp dripping off it. Cajun stifled a snort as they could see Le Quack's backside was missing his tail feathers.

"I am, how do you say, not amused." Le Quack said with a vexed look on his face.

"What happened to you?" Cajun asked, still trying not to laugh.

"The pumpkin snuck up and tried to eat me. It took my feathers as I tried to get it off." Le Quack answered, looking directly at Cajun and held his mallet menacingly. Cajun got the hint.

A pumpkin came bouncing in, stopped in front of the group, and began shaking to and fro. Courage shook and bit at his claws as the three villains watched ready to attack if the pumpkin went for any of them. What they didn't expect was for it to explode into pieces with Weremole bursting out with a vicious snarl.

"It's like something out of an alien movie!" Cajun screamed as he threw himself onto Katz.

Katz glared at the fox and tried to shove him off. "It's only Weremole," he stated as said feral mole shook his body to get pumpkin out his fur.

"How is that's not worst?!" Cajun challenged.

While the villains were busy talking, the jack-o-lantern thrown out the window met up with one of the other jack-o-lanterns, and together they gathered seeds from the trashcan and planted the seeds nearby. The jack-o-lantern Courage made walked over on vine feet with the watering can and poured it on the packed ground. Vines and pumpkins grew out of the field rapidly, and the jack-o-lanterns started making slices into several of the pumpkins.

"What about the other pumpkins?" Le Quack inquired.

"One's out there," Cajun said, jabbing his thumb in the direction Katz threw it. "And the last two should be out in the front."

Pumpkins began climbing in through the open window and broke down the door. Courage and the villains screamed at the sight. They made a run for it. Or at least Courage, after picking up the four villains, made a run for it through the rooms downstairs and seeing more jack-o-lanterns coming into the living room, ran up the stairs to the attic. After slamming the door shut with a foot, Courage dropped the villains and took a breather.

"Ah. . ."

Courage looked up to see the villains staring at the cat pumpkin Cajun made. It stared back with its smiling face, and Courage relaxed, thinking it was harmless. Then its face morphed into a snarling face and clamped down onto Katz's leg. Katz's fur puffed up and started kicking at the thing.

"Someone get this blasted thing off my leg!" he growled.

Katz should've been careful with what he asked for. Le Quack brought his mallet down on the pumpkin, destroying it. Luckily Katz was quick enough to avoid having his foot injured.

"What now?" Cajun asked.

"I think the better question to ask is where did those pumpkins came from," Katz said as he examined his leg.

Courage piped up. "There was a sticker on the pumpkins that said the military grew them."

"Figures." Katz sighed.

"What now?" Cajun asked.

They heard shrieking coming from outside. Looking out the window, Courage and the villains watched as the pumpkins began feasting on each other. To their horror, each time a pumpkin grew more prominent each time it ate one. When they finished, all was left were ten pumpkins left, all of them in different sizes, but one noticeably larger. They watched as the pumpkins got together to form a body almost as big as the house.

"Oh, great. Now we must deal with a giant evil pumpkin version of a snowman," muttered Cajun.

Courage pulled a polaroid camera out from a pocket and snapped a quick picture. Once the photo developed, he scanned it and got on the computer. He ignored the others gathering around him to watch as he attached the photo to an email he was preparing to send to the military.

"You're bringing the army here?!" Le Quack screamed.

"I didn't know what else to do." defend Courage.

Katz pinched the bridge of his nose. "What we need to do is think of a way to defeat that thing before it kills us or before the military shows up."

Weremole snarled at them.

"Weremole is correct. The pumpkin I smashed is not doing much." Le Quack stated.

"So, all we have to do is smash that thing to kill it," Cajun concluded.

"It'll take more than us hitting it with weapons to destroy it," Katz stated.

Courage thought on it and said, "We could destroy it if we had explosives. . ."

One by one, heads turned to look at Le Quack. The duck looked at each individual and said, "I may have a case. . . or two. . . or five of TNT and a couple of barrels of explosives in the barn."

"What are they doing in the barn?" Cajun asked.

"The cat did not want me storing them in the basement like I wanted to." Le Quack explained.

"Really?" Cajun asked, turning his attention to Katz.

"Forgive me for not wanting cases of volatile explosives going off and destroying the farmhouse and possibly us with it just by being tapped or jostled." Katz huffed.

"Well, thank you for thinking about our well-being, but it's not gonna help us with our situation now, is it?" Cajun said.

The house shook and looking out the window; Courage saw the pumpkin creature searching for them.

"Guys!" he called out to get the other's attention. "I'll distract the thing, and you go get the TNT and set it somewhere so we can destroy it."

"Why does it have to be us?" Cajun asked out of curiosity.

"Because I've been running around all my life, making me quick enough to outrun it, and you're villains and know how to blow things up?" Courage answered.

"He has a point." Le Quack stated.

"We'll have to lure it away from the house. At the very least, from the windmill, since I'm sure none of us want those vandals to show up again." Katz proposed.

The window smashed open as vines wiggled their way into the room. They all screamed, and out the door, they went.

Courage bolted ahead of the villains down both flights of stairs and out the back door. He stopped as the pumpkin creature still felt its way around the room, and the dog called out, "Hey!"

The pumpkin looked down at the dog and screamed at him. Courage screamed back and took off. He felt the ground shook with every step the creature took after him. Courage took the thing out in the desert and realized that in his haste, he forgot to ask how he would know where the villains were going to set up their trap. As the two ran around the vast stretch of desert, Courage was starting to get winded as the sun pounded mercilessly down on him.

The dog was starting to slow, and he wished he had a dirt bike. He felt the creature take a swipe at him, and with a startled cry, Courage pumped his legs harder. Up ahead, he saw TNT and other explosive barrels piled into a giant mound, and he was heading right towards it. How was he going to escape the creature before running headlong into it? Turning away would only bring the beast with him. Courage's brain worked hard on what to do when the ground under him crumbled, and he fell into a hole.

"Oof!" Courage cried out as he landed on his rump. He realized he wasn't alone as Weremole was in the hole with him. The ground shook as the pumpkin creature ran past, and then it shook more violently as a loud explosion rend the air.

When it was all quiet, Courage and Weremole climbed out of the hole to see how it went with the pumpkin creature. They saw a giant smoking crater with large pieces of the pumpkins splattered every and other pieces raining down.

"Maybe we overdid it with the explosives." Cajun mused.

"Better with the overkill than under kill, no?" Le Quack asked.

They heard sirens and turning towards the source saw vehicles approaching. The cars stopped nearby, and Courage recognized the General as he stepped out.

"I say, we heard the explosion and came this way. Are you the ones that sent that email about the pumpkins?" the General inquired. Courage nodded. "Where is the pumpkin creature?"

Courage, worried about the villains, but more importantly, Le Quack, turned back to look at them and saw that Weremole wasn't in sight, and Cajun and Le Quack were wearing fake mustaches and Katz rubbed at his temple.

"Take a look around," Cajun said, indicating the destroyed mess around them.

"Right." the General glanced at the soldier standing next to him who nodded, turned towards the other soldiers standing nearby, and made a hand gesture. The soldiers pulled out shovels and began shoveling up the mess.

"I do apologize for any grievance you all experienced, gentlemen." the General apologized. "We were trying out a new way of growing pumpkins; we didn't expect something like this to happen."

"Shocking," Katz muttered under his breath.

"Well, we'll take care of things here, you civilians can be on your way." the General informed them.

"What about the other pumpkins bought?" Courage asked.

"We'll look into it and pull the pumpkins out the stores."

Dismissed, Courage and the others headed back home. Seeing the mess, the pumpkins made, they all worked together to clean it all up, getting rid of the smashed pumpkins they managed to take out.

"This house is going to reek of pumpkins for days," Cajun commented.

Cajun and Katz boarded up the broken windows as Courage swept up the broken glass. It was late in the day when they were finished cleaning their house and were able to eat anything. Fortunately, there were leftovers from the previous night they were able to eat.

"And you said we would never eat the leftovers." Cajun boasted to Katz.

The cat tsked in response.

They ate the leftovers while Weremole went hunting for rabbits and soon after went to watch their movies. Everyone settled into their spots except Le Quack took the rocking chair, and Courage sat with Katz in the armchair. Courage was speechless as to why Katz allowed him to sit with him but didn't much time to ponder more on it as Cajun put the first movie on. Most of the films had Courage covering his eyes or covering his ears. It was the tense music that did it, and every time he did, Katz would scratch him behind an ear.

Movie after movie and snack after snack made the rest of the go by, most of the popcorn and candy ended up on the floor by Cajun cheering whenever the villain caught their prey or by Courage when he jumped from a jump scare. They had all fallen asleep before the last film ended. Cajun was sprawled out on the floor, sleeping with his mouth wide open, Weremole slept on his side, snoring loudly, Le Quack had his beak tucked under a wing, and Courage lay asleep on Katz's lap.

Not even one was aware of the ghostly visitors they had.

"Is that a lovely sight?" Muriel asked with a smile on her face.

"Who cares about that, Muriel! I want the stupid cat and stupid dog out of my chair!" Eustace snapped and reached out for Katz. His hands passed through Katz, and each time the cat's brows would crease, and his tail would twitch in agitation.

"Oh, Eustace." Muriel scowled with her hands on her hips. "You're dead. You don't need your chair anymore."

Eustace grumbled as he worked harder to get the cat out of his chair. Muriel smiled again at Courage, but it was a sad smile. "Oh, Courage. I worried about what would happen to you the day Eustace and I would pass. I'm sorry we left you alone suddenly, but I'm so happy to see you have new friends now."

Muriel had been appalled when she discovered four of the six villains Eustace called upon to kill Courage was living with him. She was going to find a way to kick them out of the house. Still, Muriel became at ease after seeing the house intact, save for the windows boarded up. Looking closely at Courage, she saw there were no injuries the dog was well-fed and not only cared for but relaxed around them to sleep without worrying about any of them attacking him. And she could see he was content the way Courage snuggled in the cat's lap and the paw resting on the dog's back was relaxed and not holding down or the like.

Muriel pet Courage's head and continued. "Remember that I'll always love you, my Courage." she placed a kiss on his forehead.

Courage stirred from his sleep. "Muriel?" he whispered.

He glanced around the room, sure that he didn't imagine it as the grandfather clock near the stairs announced it was midnight. He felt Katz's fingers ran through his fur.

"Were you dreaming?" Katz asked.

Courage supposed he was and nodded.

"I don't know about you, but I rather not sleep here and wake up with stiff joints," Katz told him.

Courage agreed and the two as quietly as can be headed up to their room.

#Courage the Cowardly Dog #CtCD #Courage the Cowardly Dog fanfic #fanfic #Courage #Katz #Cajun Fox #Weremole #Le Quack #Courage/Katz #Halloween #Happy Halloween!#The Family that Shouldn't Be #The Halloween Where Pumpkins Attacked #Courage x Katz #ThrenodyGrimblood

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eene-fangirl · 5 years ago

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Monster House-Ed Chapter 1

Here is the first chapter of my story Monster House-ED! Monster House was one of my favorite animated Halloween films as a kid. I always laughed at the kid's interactions. I am looking forward to writing more of this story. Enjoy!

“You can’t catch me, Sarah!” Jimmy challenged his friend as they rode on their tricycles through the cul-de-sac.

“Don’t get your hopes up, Jimmy! I’m right behind you, you slippery rattlesnake!” Sarah smiled viciously as she peddled along.

The children’s laughter filled the neighborhood. Orange leaves fell from the trees into piles. People were just setting up last minute decorations for the exciting night that was just around the corner. Witches flying against the door. Graves. Or strobe lights for extra special effects.

Kids couldn’t wait to dress up and travel around their neighborhoods for candy. It was one of the best nights of all. Except, all but one enjoyed the night. Alerted by the happy shrieks of laughter outside, the old man retreated into the darkness, resting a hand against the wood of his old house, easing his nerves.

“Hey, Jimmy, I’m right beside you! I’m gonna beat you!”

“The last one there makes hot cocoa!”

“Uh-huh, the last one has to give the other their Halloween candy!” Sarah challenged.

“Eat by dust bubbles!” Jimmy raced off on his trike, narrowly avoiding hitting a tree.

Just then, Sarah yelped. Alerted, and cautious that it may be a trick, Jimmy slowed and turned around. His friend was still sitting on her trike having difficulty spinning the wheels but she couldn’t get them to comprehend.

“Sarah, are you okay?” Jimmy called out, turning himself around on his trike.

“Yeah! But, this grass won’t let my tires go!” Sarah struggling, gritting her teeth, trying to pull her bike to make it go.

From the looks of it, the grass looked as if it knabbed Sarah’s trike. Impossible. Grass didn’t have hands. The grass was just tangled around the spokes of the wheels.

“I don’t understand this!” Sarah grumbled.

“Maybe we could pull it together?” Jimmy said getting off his trike.

“No, I think I got it!”

Just then, an orange leaf flew onto the spokes of the wheel. It wasn’t like it was anything out of the ordinary, but the kids stared at it, watching it move, floating daintily, until the wind took it, pulling the leaf through the grass, towards the old house that menacingly stood over the children.

Until now, the kids didn’t realize that they were in front of the lawn that all the kids talked about in the school. The monster lawn. The house of no return. Suddenly feeling intimidated by the gigantic house, the children felt as they heard breathing. A growl. Glancing at the windows, Jimmy was sure that he saw... no, it was only...

The door opened.

For a moment there was nothing except eerie darkness. Followed by ominous growling. Through the darkness the outline of a menacing old man appeared out of the shadows and shouted. “Get off my lawn!”

Jimmy screamed in terror. Sweating, Sarah tried to get her trike to go but the tires were stuck to the grass. Jimmy even tried to give her a push but even that didn’t help. It was too late anyway as the old man, who was surprisingly very agile despite his age, ran out, waving his fists in the air.

“Trespassers! Do you want to be eaten alive?!” He shouted as spit flew off his mouth.

Sarah and Jimmy shook their heads, their lips trembling. “No!”

“Then get outta here!” The old man pointed down the sidewalk.

Obeying, Jimmy started running away, screaming, when Sarah grabbed his arm. Gaining some confidence, Sarah stood her ground, trying to be more intimidating than the old man. “You and whose army?”

Taking another challenging step, the old man snarled. “Get outta here before your bones are lying on the ground!”

The children ran for it. But Sarah stopped Jimmy again. “We want our trikes!”

Picking up the trikes with little effort, the old man’s strength was something to be admired. However, that changed when he broke the wheels off the trikes.

His heart shattering at such a cruel act, Jimmy sobbed as Sarah walked him away from the scene. Still feeling confident the little girl spat a raspberry at the old man.

“Stay away from my house!” The old man shouted after them. And that was that. With a huff, the old man walked back to his house. Why couldn’t any of them listen?

Having a feeling that he was being watched, the old man turned around and snarled at a boy, who was just across the street, spying on the events.

Gasping, Eddy immediately stepped away from the telescope, tripping over a heap of his laundry to the floor. Did he see him? Aw, man, he was cheated out again! The old man was always one step ahead of him. Ah, who cares! It’s not like the old man ever walked passed the walkway that led to his house.

“Eddy!” Eddy’s mother called out to him from outside. “Your father and I are leaving soon, come say goodbye to us!”

Jotting down the most recent activity on a crumpled piece of paper with shaking hands, Eddy went through all the developed photographs of what the old man stole now. Even the photo of the man sinisterly staring at him from afar. The image gave him shivers. Taking a breath, he had to remind himself that it was not... him.

The old man stole a lot of toys from the neighborhood kids for twelve years. Eddy still didn’t understand why his parents wouldn’t buy him a cell phone yet. He had to pretend to have one in front of the other kids in school. It was embarrassing using a polaroid camera to take pictures! Oh, what was he saying it was his Grandfather’s!

“Eddy!” Eddy’s mother called out, this time more as a warning. He could hear his mother mumble something to his dad.

“Listen to your mother, son!” his dad called out.

Rolling his eyes, Eddy raced out of the house. Once outside in the driveway, his mother was just putting away the last suitcase of three others stored with his dad’s lone bag sitting in the corner of the trunk. It look as if it were hiding out in a cave. They were only going away overnight and yet his mother acted as if they were going to be gone for a whole week.

“Mom, he did it again!” Eddy announced, flailing his arms at the house across the street.

“Who did what again?” His mother asked, worried for a moment.

“Didn’t you see? He’s right across the street! Old man Jonny stole another trike!”

Eddy’s mother shook her head. “Eddy, how many times have I told you not to call your neighbor by that insulting name? And this spying shenanigans has to come to an end!”

“And the scamming, too,” his dad added closing the trunk of the car.

Not this again. “Ed and I aren’t scamming! We’re making business!”

“You and Ed should do better things. Why don’t you two ever sign up for sports in school?”

Eddy groaned. Nobody understood! Why even bother trying to count on his parents? Stuffing his hands inside his pockets and sulking, Eddy caught sight of the house across the street. Where did the old man store all the stolen toys?

Once when he was a little kid he and Ed rode their bikes by the house. He’d never been so scared in his whole life when the old man chased them down, taking away their bikes. It was scarier than... than...

With a sharp pat on the shoulder from his dad, Eddy yelped, drawing back.

“Eddy?” his mother asked, alerted.

Grasping his heart, Eddy tried to act normal, like his throat wasn’t closing up. “Do you have to sneak up on me like that?”

His mother raced over, falling to her knees. “Eddy, your complexion looks odd. Are you feeling alright? Have you done your breathing exercises today?”

Pushing himself away, Eddy groaned. “Mom, I’m fine! Never been better!”

His mother frowned. And then she turned to her husband, shaking his hand. “Harold, maybe we shouldn’t go. Or you could come with us?”

“Enough, Barbara,” Eddy’s father waved a hand to make his wife calm down. “It’s just overnight! Besides, Marie is already on her way.”

Scoffing again, Eddy would have told them how he didn’t need a babysitter for one evening, but he’d obviously lose that bet. Even the thought about being alone made him feel uneasy.

When his mother walked away, Eddy’s dad bent down to his side, wrapping a comforting arm around his shoulder. “You know son when I was your age I spied for a different reason,” his dad said changing the subject.

“Who says I’m spying?” That was when Eddy realized. “Oh, well...”

His father pat him on the back, this time, more softly. “Yeah, I spied on your mother all day until the day I eventually got a date with her!”

“Yes, at least he survived me punching him in the face after he fell out of that tree,” Eddy’s mother approached from behind, starling her husband. Smiling, the couple nuzzled together, kissing. The sight only made Eddy want to barf.

Now it was time for the goodbyes. Dreading this part, Eddy washed his face good and clean from all the lipstick.

“Marie will be here in an hour,” his mother said getting into the passenger seat of the car. “Be good!”

“Why don’t ya tell her that?”

“That’s enough, son. We’ll see you tomorrow night.” Just when his dad was pulling out of the driveway a big thunk against the back windshield made Eddy’s mother cry out in a panic.

It was only Ed. Wearing what looked to be a monster-chicken mask. “My bad! I can’t see a thing with the mask on!”

“Then keep it off, Ed!” Eddy threw off the mask, throwing into the pathway of the car in the driveway.

“Have fun tonight, boys!” Eddy’s mother called out again.

“I heard you the first seven thousand times, Ma!” An annoyed Eddy said back to her.

“Eddy!” Eddy’s father warned. Then he closed his window. That only made Eddy’s mother angry and for a fight to happen inside the car.

“They’re never gonna leave!” Eddy whispered to Ed. The taller boy snickered.

Finally, Eddy’s mother reached over her husband and put down the driver's window. “We both love you!”

And then the car pulled out of the driveway as his parents continued to gripe over blowing Eddy more kisses.

Eddy groaned, letting out his steam to the heavens. Why did it always have to be like this? Out of all the parents in school, nobody else had embarrassing parents who covered their child with kisses every morning! His mother was just one of those parents. Especially since... what happened.

“It’s okay, Eddy. Cheer up! It’s almost Halloween!” Ed tried to cheer his friend up. “Ooh, look what I got!”

“What did you get, Ed?” Eddy asked. He didn’t mean to sound uninterested. Why couldn’t he have slept over Ed’s place? Oh yeah, Sarah hated him. And Eddy’s parents weren’t too fond of Ed’s parents. How ironic when they loved Ed to pieces.

“A new basketball!” Ed presented the orange ball.

Eddy looked at with an ‘are you serious’ expression. “But you don’t play basketball.”

“Yeah, but my dad watches basketball all the time! I could start playing and get good! Watch this!” Ed dribbled the ball trying to mimic all the moves of a basketball player. Eddy did find it humorous.

“Maybe this is what I should be when we go trick-or-treating tomorrow night!”

“Uh, Ed...”

“Ooh, ooh! I got it! An alien basketball player!”

“Ed, I...”

“No, I got it! What about...”

“Ed!” Eddy hollered to get his attention.

“Yeah, Eddy?” Ed asked. He stopped dribbling the ball.

Eddy sighed, finally looking up at Ed. “I don’t think I’m going trick-or-treating this year.”

Ed’s face broke. “What? But you love trick-or-treating! We stayed out for four hours last year! Halloween is your favorite holiday!”

And the reason they were out for four hours was due to a misleading map from his brother. He wanted to kick himself for how stupid he was. Why did he fall for that? As if he really changed.

Brushing a hand through his hair, Eddy struggled to find an answer. “I know, Ed. Trick-or-treating just seems like a... kid thing.”

“We are kids!”

Why was this so hard to explain? Once he loved Halloween and now it was just a big trigger for him. He couldn’t find the words to tell Ed even though he knew he’d understand.

“Let’s just watch monster movies this year.”

Pouting, Ed pounced the ball around, charging at Eddy and then backing off. “He lunges, he knocked over the shortstop!”

“That’s baseball, stupid!”

“He throws! Score!”

Unfortunately, the ball Ed tossed into the air, smacked Ed in the face. He rolled onto the ground in pain.

“My nose is in my brain!” Ed shouted frightfully.

“Let me see!” Ed unshielded his face so Eddy could look at him. Then his eyes grew and Eddy recoiled. “Oh, no!”

“What?”

“You’re a lump!” Eddy joked and laughed in his friend’s face.

“Haha, Eddy!” Ed laughed sarcastically.

“You shoulda seen the look on your face!”

Forgetting about the joke, Ed looked around. “Where’s my ball?”

An awful feeling washing over the two Eds, they turned around to see that Ed’s basketball landed right on old man Jonny’s front lawn. Running across the street, the boys stopped right on the sidewalk before the walkway started as if it were lava right in front of them. It was so close and yet so far.

Eddy pat his friend on his shoulder, turning back. “Sorry, Ed.”

“Wait, Eddy, can you get it?” Ed begged his friend.

“Why me?”

“Because... you own me!” Ed said sheepishly.

“What? No way! You owe me!”

“But I covered for you!”

“So did you! Please, Eddy, I need to impress my dad! And plus I asked my mom a dozen times for one more quarter. And Sarah got so annoyed that she threw a dime at me! I didn’t find the last quarter until I saw it in a drain!”

Unable to resist the dog pouting, Eddy groaned. Why did he always get himself into these situations? Taking a quick look around at his surroundings, there was no sign of old man Jonny.

“Old man Jonny has to be asleep,” Eddy studied the area. Since he kept a close watch on this house every day from the moment he returned home from school until he had to go to bed, it was kind of funny how he memorized this house routine. Wow, that was dumb! “I got one chance.”

“Thank you, Eddy!” Ed squeezed his friend tightly.

“Yeah, yeah...”

“I’ll never forget this. Hurry!” And Ed pushed Eddy over the danger line.

No turning back now. And Eddy ran across the lawn. No one yet. Was this his lucky day? No, of course, something bad was going to happen!

Right when he was about to pick up the ball, the door opened. Out stepped Jonny who pointed at him with a threatening finger. “You!”

Eddy was stuck in place, afraid to move. Just then, the old man charged at him. Tripping over his shoelace, Eddy kicked up some of the dirt onto the walkway.

The old man stared, horrified at the sight as if someone had been wounded.

Then he picked up his head, staring menacingly at Eddy. “Look what you’ve done!”

“I.. uh... it was...” Eddy couldn’t gather his words together. His throat was tightening. No, focus your breathing! Be a man!

“Run, Eddy!” Ed hollered from the end of the sidewalk. He grabbed at his hair, grabbing at it, struggling to go help Eddy or stay in his place. Was there anyone around to help? No! Of course not, barely anyone ever came out of their houses on this street.

Running as fast as he could, Eddy didn’t dare look back. The old man reached for him, trying to grab at Eddy’s shirt. No, don’t think about him. You can do this.

But then, the old man grabbed his shirt. Eddy reached for Ed who was only a foot away.

Picking him up into the air, Eddy stared into the old man’s menacing eyes.

“You want to be dead?!” The old man screamed, shaking him.

Eddy shook his head. “No!”

“Then stay away from my house!” He hollered, his voice shaking.

“Got it!” Eddy just wanted this to be over, having a horrible flashback.

“Why can’t you all just listen and stay away from...”

The old man fell silent. A horrifying silence as his entire face paled. And then the old man slumped over, falling on top of Eddy. He wasn’t moving.

If Ed and Eddy were paying attention they would have seen the house move for a brief second. And then smoke rose out from the chimney.

#ed edd n eddy #eene #eene fanfiction #Monster House #Monster House-ED #Ed #Edd #Marie #Eddy's Parents

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booksandtea · 6 years ago

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31 Horror Movies in “31 Days”| #Blogoween For the month of October I have planned to watched 31 horror movies!

Today is my third day hosting Blogoween and it seemed only right I got y’all to pick out some of your favourite horror movies too.

Keep reading to find out the next 7 movies I watched for this gigantic task.

If you missed part one, you can read it here.

PAY THE GHOST (2015): “Evil walks among us. One year after his young son disappeared during a Halloween carnival, Mike Cole is haunted by eerie images and terrifying messages he can’t explain. Together with his estranged wife, he will stop at nothing to unravel the mystery and find their son—and, in doing so, he unearths a legend that refuses to remain buried in the past.”

I picked up this movie as its based on a book by Tim Lebbon and I’m pretty happy to say that I really enjoyed this story. However I do feel like this is one of the classic examples of the book is better than the movie.

I’m not a huge fan of Cage anyway and I’d say this isn’t one of his greats.

Letterboxd tags this as Fantasy | Thriller IMDB tags this as Drama | Horror | Mystery

THE HAUNTING (1999): “Some houses are born bad. Dr. David Marrow invites Nell Vance, and Theo and Luke Sanderson to the eerie and isolated Hill House to be subjects for a sleep disorder study. The unfortunate guests discover that Marrow is far more interested in the sinister mansion itself – and they soon see the true nature of its horror.”

I almost feel like I’m cheating to include this as I was very drunk when watching this. The atmosphere was pretty good and it was weird seeing all these actors a lot younger than I know them. But um yeah, maybe pass on this one?

SINISTER (2012): “Once you see him, nothing can save you. Found footage helps a true-crime novelist realize how and why a family was murdered in his new home, though his discoveries put his entire family in the path of a supernatural entity.” I’ve seen this movie a bunch and I actually really enjoy it! It makes great use of disturbing imagery and creepy kids. If you get the time give this movie a chance.

Its a shameit does make use of over the top loud noises which I find annoying rather than scary.

Letterboxd tags this as Thriller | Mystery | Horror IMDB tags this as Horror | Mystery | Thriller

THE FIRST PURGE (2018): “To push the crime rate below one percent for the rest of the year, the New Founding Fathers of America test a sociological theory that vents aggression for one night in one isolated community. But when the violence of oppressors meets the rage of the others, the contagion will explode from the trial-city borders and spread across the nation.” I always think I’m a fan of The Purge series but then I go and do something stupid like watch one of them and remember its not a dead serious horror movie. It has its quirks and fun moments.

The difference with this one though is its harder to only see as a goofy franchise because it does explore very relevant social situations. I really liked the background this provided to the other movies and I’m interested to see where they’ll take it next and perhaps we will see a more serious and horror filled vibe.

THE OPEN HOUSE (2018): “A teenager and his mother find themselves besieged by threatening forces when they move into a new house.” I finally gave in and decided to watch The Open House because I remember there being a bit of uproar when it was released because its that bad.

Well I’m here to save you some time because it is that bad. Nothing happens. Like literally nothing other than Dylan doing a lot of running. You don’t even find out who or what is doing everything weird to him and his mum.

Letterboxd tags this as Thriller IMDB tags this as Horror | Thriller

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THE REZORT (2015): “The ReZort, a post apocalyptic safari, offers paying guests the opportunity to kill zombies in the wake of an outbreak” Another new movie to me and I had fun with this one! The ending was a little lack luster but overall I enjoyed what this story had to offer. Imagine Jurrasic Park but with zombies, what could go wrong?

Letterboxd tags this as Horror IMDB tags this as Horror | Science Fiction | Thriller

THE RITUAL (2017): “A group of college friends reunite for a trip to the forest, but encounter a menacing presence in the woods that’s stalking them.” BRUH. BRUH. I saved the best to last again. I already mentioned I had watched this in my “Horror Authors on my TBR” post because this is pretty much what inspired that post!

I loved it. I loved the atmosphere, the aesthetic, the design. I loved the characters and then tension. Please give this a watch.

Letterboxd tags this as Horror IMDB tags this as Horror | Mystery | Thriller

I hope you liked this post, I do tend to watch a lot of movies so this could become a regular thing if people are interested.

Have you seen any of these movies? Are there any movies I should prioritise this month?

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31 Horror Movies in 31 Days (2) 31 Horror Movies in "31 Days"| #Blogoween For the month of October I have planned to watched 31 horror movies!

#Blogoween #Blogoween 2018 #Movie Review

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shewhowantsmouseears · 6 years ago

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Welcome To Spookyville! Chapter 5

Notes: As always, big thanks to my amazing editors, Drucilla and BlueShifted! In addition to all the commas, grammar and other mistakes I tend to make, they also added in plenty of their own jokes to make this nonsensical time extra hilarious.

Well, it's the final chapter, I hope you all enjoyed this odd ride. As experiments go, I think this was an interesting one, but not one I'll revisit anytime soon. As much as I enjoy making people laugh, I do miss writing drama and true love.

Big thanks to my pals Chllstarr, Denise, and Cici, and wayyy too many of you nutty folks who, for years, demanded I wrote more of Witch Minnie and poor Mayor Mickey. I hope this satisfied your craving, you lovable weirdos. Naturally, I also thank all my fans who left comments, reblogged, and so forth - each one means the world to me and keeps me going.

Happy Halloween, again, and may your days be less spooky than Mickey's!

Summary: In the final tale of Spookyville, a villain returns with a nefarious scheme... by using another villain! Are they getting as lazy as the author?

For the final tale in Spookyville, we return once more to the pumpkin-filled park, where our heroes – protagonists? – maybe “main victims” is the best term – were quietly passing the time, waiting patiently for another man's arrival. Goofy had set up a lovely picnic, and Donald and Mickey were eating away, their manners impeccable and their taste buds questionable. As they waited, they discussed the topic of the day – the word “normal”.

Normal is relative in Spookyville. If something happens to you enough times, you might consider it normal for your day to day life. Today, for example, Mayor Mickey found it normal to have received a letter from warlock Mortimer to meet him in the town square for another magic duel. Ever since Mortimer lost Minnie's affections to the Mayor (not that he ever had them [in any universe]), he had tried to take Spookyville over in retribution by challenging Mickey to these ridiculous battles, and had lost in utter humiliation each and every time. Since Mickey's magic was much stronger, and Mortimer's mind was much weaker, these became more like chores than epic duels to the death.

“For a guy who claims to be the best student at his school,” Donald said in-between cookie bites, “he sure doesn't learn his lesson.”

“Maybe we should write Headmaster Scrooge about this.” Mickey picked up a cup of pumpkin spice tea. “I don't want to get Mortimer in more trouble than he's already been in, but if a person doesn't learn from their mistakes, they're doomed to repeat them.” He was about to take a sip when his nose picked up on the fact that this didn't smell like pumpkin at all. He glanced downward, and instead of an orange color in his cup, it was pink, the steam looking like a mixture of a heart and a skull with crossbones. “Speaking of doom that repeats for eternity...”

“Hey guys! What’re you doing here?” Minnie chirped happily, right next to Mickey, holding up a gigantic kettle of love-potion tea, if it could be called that. By this point, the three men were no longer shocked she could sneak up on them with more stealth than your average anime ninja.

Donald held up a small envelope between his fingers. “Same reason as you, I bet.” Mickey silently dumped his tea onto the grass, pretending he didn't see it wither and die.

“AND NOW, THE HOUR OF HIS DEFEAT IS NIGH!” In a puff of hazardous blue smoke, Mortimer appeared before our heroes, flaunting his expensive robes and holding up a brand new spell book. “I wanted the people closest to the mayor to see his ultimate downfall! For this is the day I triumph over him once and for all! He will rue the day he didn’t hand over the town to me peacefully when we first met! Now he will know the true wrath of Warlock Mortimer, the most powerful… are any of you listening to me?!”

Another normality of Spookyville was Mortimer’s dull bragging monologues, so when the blue smoke appeared, the small group did their usual business – Goofy poofing up a brand new pot of tea to pour for the mayor, Donald informing Mickey about the day’s schedule while Mickey tried to arrange the best times, and Minnie clinging to his arm and trying to earn a kiss out of him. Mickey was the first to notice Mortimer had stopped talking. “Oh, uh, sorry. Go on.”

“I challenge you, mayor!” Mortimer pointed a demanding finger towards Mickey, while the mayor calmly tried to push Minnie's face away from his own. “To a magic duel! And the winner becomes Mayor of Spookyville! Do you accept?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know the drill.” Mickey waved off his group, and they gave him enough space for him to start doing his stretch exercises. “Can we wrap this up a little quicker today? I’m supposed to give a speech at noon for the Ghoul Scouts. They have a new badge for 'Warning Citizens About Minnie'.”

“It's so adorable!” Minnie added, having poofed up a pair of pompoms to cheer for her beloved. “It almost makes me sorry for trying to use their cookies in last weeks plan! At least only fifteen people got sick this time.”

“Your arrogance will be your downfall today!” Mortimer flipped open his book, and pressed his thumb down on the chosen page. “I only need one spell to take care of you!” The page began to glow black with red letters, giving off a dangerous air. “This is the ultimate Summoning Magic! Long has it been forbidden, but I am the one who can tame its invincible power! Take this, former mayor of Spookyville!” The glow of morbid colors swirled together, and then shot out of the book, blasting towards Mickey. The mayor braced himself, crossing his arms in front of him. The blast hit him –

And went right through him. Mickey blinked, not feeling a twinge of pain anywhere. Not even his clothes registered a tear or a fold. The blast was already gone, and for everyone who was looking at this battle, it was as if nothing had happened. Mickey waited a moment, and then clicked his tongue. “… So, uh, are we done here? Like I said, I got a speech to do, and those girls get ornery if I'm late…”

“I HAVE ALREADY TRIUMPHED!” Mortimer declared way too loudly, doing his trademark obnoxious laugh. “Maybe I can never defeat you, but I know who can! You will defeat you!”

“… I wanna say that’s the dumbest thing I ever heard you say, but I’m gunna guess you still got plenty to say.” He rolled his eyes at his opponent’s gloating, but in doing so, now noticed a red swirl floating just about his head. The red swirl turned and turned over and over until it became rectangular, and then it solidified, turning into a red door. The door then swung open, and someone hopped onto the ground.

It was another Mickey – and yet so not Mickey! Unlike the mayor, this Mickey’s outfit was composed of blood rich reds, from his top hat, to his flowing overcoat, and whatever wasn’t red was nightly black and decorated in yellow spider-webs. His hat boasted a proud yellow bat insignia, his spider-web collar popped out around his neck, and even his eyes were red as the fires of hell. He smirked wickedly at those who had gone silent due to being stunned – except Minnie, who had started cheering “Whoo-hoo, two mayors!” after she pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t having that dream she typically had on Tuesday nights.

“Behold, former Mayor!” Mortimer slammed his book shut, now that he was certain in his victory. “I have come across a spell that takes all your worst traits, and creates a second you! All of your sins, all of your hidden evil thoughts, all that you try to hide… that will be your undoing! I deem him… Malice Mickey! Now, Malice Mickey! Destroy my enemy, and make me the new mayor!”

Malice Mickey glanced over at Mortimer, and then stuck his hands in his pants pockets. “Nah.”

“… N-Nah?!” Mortimer dropped his book, unable to believe what he had just heard. “Hey, I just brought you into life! Now go and get me the title of Mayor!”

“Why should I?” Malice Mickey shrugged, and began to take a good look at his surroundings, as the stupefied others stared back and forth at the two bickering. “You said it yourself… you can’t beat me. So I’m gunna take over Spookyville!” He grinned, exposing sharp fangs as devious plans began to grow in his twisted mind. “I’ll flip over all the rules, and make it into my perfect home! No more mister nice guy… this place is all mine now!”

“You ungrateful brat!” Mortimer hissed, trying to pick up his fallen book. “I made you, I can unmake you! All I need to do is go back to that page and-”

Malice Mickey snapped his fingers, and the shadow behind him suddenly rolled around, turning into a horrid beam of pure darkness, blasting right at Mortimer. Unlike Mortimer’s attack, which hadn’t even caused Mickey to flinch, this blast actually did some blasting – Mortimer was now a flat pancake in the walls of the nearby coffee shop. Malice Mickey dusted himself off, enjoying the startled audience. “My powers are of darkness and shadows. I guess you could call it... Malice Magic!” He was evil, not creative. “I can use anything with a shadow as a weapon. So, who’s next?”

“Leave this menace up to us, Mister Mayor!” Donald and Goofy took fighting stances as they stood in front of their mayor, willing to end the problem right there. “It’s still you, deep down! And he has our memories, our loves together, our bonds in his heart! He’ll definitely be reluctant in attacking us! We’ll use our friendship to our advantage! He won’t be able to touch us!”

Six seconds later, Goofy and Donald joined Mortimer as they were embedded into the thick coffee shop walls. “Sorry about that, fellas!” Mayor Mickey called out when the debris had stopped falling. “I promise to give you more vacation days to make up for it!” He ignored the fact that Donald was probably giving him a different finger than a thumbs-up, and faced his opponent. “I ain’t givin’ up my title to someone who’s just gunna cause trouble! You better go back where you came from!”

“Am I supposed to be scared of a goody-two-shoes?” Malice Mickey laughed, and clenched his fists as he prepared for another spell. “You always hold back your real power because you want to protect your precious home… but I’ve got no conscience, no guilt, no shame! This town is mine, right after I get rid of you!” His shadow began to move again, and another attack of sheer darkness was launched at the mayor before he had time to react.

But this attack would not land, as two thin, red magical shields were held up just in time to deflect it. When the pom-pom shields came down, witch Minnie proud stood in front of the mayor, actually capable of protecting him, when she wasn't the one after him. “No one’s getting rid of my Mayor!” she announced with her hands on her hips, and for once in his life, the mayor was glad to be the object of her obsession. “He’s the best mayor Spookyville has ever had, and no handsome madman in good pants is going to change that!”

Malice Mickey carefully studied his opponent, allowing his shadow to return to its normal shape. His red eyes went over her in detail, and then he casually strode up to her, licking his lips. “Mmm… speakin’ of no shame…” He came right up to her, cupping her chin in his gloved fingers. “How’s about when I become Mayor, I make you my secretary? I promise I’m real good at dictation.”

“H-HEY!” Mayor Mickey yanked Minnie back by her shoulders, flustered by a man wearing his face making such lewd insinuations. “This is a Disney Story! You almost made us change the Rating! Where do you get off sayin’ that?! … On second thought, don't answer that.” Minnie, meanwhile, was having a mental meltdown, unable to believe what she had just experienced but very eager to experience it again.

“If you're not gunna use her, why can’t I?” Malice Mickey yanked her forwards, giving her a swift pat on the tail. “And I can think of a lotta uses for her.”

“Get your hands off of her!” Mickey grabbed a hold of Minnie’s hand, trying to get her back.

Malice Mickey grabbed her other hand, and the tug of war began. “Last time I checked, you wanted to get rid of yer stalker. You don’t want her, so I’m takin’ her.”

“J-Just because I don’t want her doesn’t mean you can have her!”

“C’mon, Mins, let’s ditch this loser and have some fun on the dark side.”

“Don’tcha listen to him, Minnie! He’s nothin’ but trouble!”

Back at the marginally destroyed coffee shop, the three victims had managed to peel themselves off the wall and began painfully crawling back to Mortimer’s dropped spell book. “If I can just get back to that page,” Mortimer groaned while on his hands and knees, yet also holding a fresh cup of java. “I can use a counteractive spell and get rid of him.”

“We gotta do it quick,” Goofy whispered so the trio wouldn’t be caught. “Or else Malice Mickey will take over all of Spookyville, and we’re all doomed!”

“Actually,” Donald pointed to the small group of mice. “I think we’ve got plenty of time.” The three of them paused to watch the oddly hilarious tug and pull go on, and judging by Minnie’s deliriously happy expression, she was the one winning the game.

“… So if Malice Mickey is made up of all of the Mayor’s hidden bad traits…” Goofy said slowly as he tried to explain his question. “… Does that mean he actually likes Min-”

“I don’t think the Mayor’s mental state is ready to deal with those kinds of ramifications,” Donald answered rapidly, hoping enough big words would stall Goofy’s intelligence from coming up with any more dangerously accurate lines of reasoning.

As for the game of mice, Malice Mickey swept up a victory by flipping Minnie over his shoulders and beginning to run away with her, manically cackling all the while as Minnie kicked her heels back and forth in confused glee. Mayor Mickey pushed his hat forward, beginning to snarl as he took chase. “After him, men! He’s gunna take Minnie out on a date!”

“And take over Spookyville,” Goofy reminded him.

“That too!”

~*~

Little known fact about vampires – their favorite color is blood red. As a result, they enjoy filling their homes with red things, such as red roses. Daisy Duck was at the flower boutique, hoping to buy a fresh bouquet for her coffin, genuinely surprised she was in another chapter as she had assumed she was a one-chapter joke. This was only slightly less surprising than the roof being ripped off by a gigantic shadow, and a copy of the Mayor hopping down to the floor with the infamous witch in his arms. But only slightly.

“A perfect location for the start of our date!” Malice Mickey decided, as the customers and employees all also decided that whatever was happening, they didn't want any part of it, and promptly left like a stampede of lion-killing wildebeests. “What better way to kick things off than with a boy giving his best girl fresh flowers?” He plucked off a forget-me-now from the shelf, having forgotten-now this wasn't Minnie's favorite. “Can't get anymore romantic than that!”

Minnie cupped her chin in thought as she took the flower. This was a conundrum! “On the one hand, you are the Mayor, sort of,” she explained out loud, plucking a petal off. “On the other hand, I fell in love with the Mayor for his positive traits.” Pluck. “But you're willing to actually hold me and date me and ignore the massive property damage I cause.” Pluck. “But the way Mickey sobs into his pillow at night over the way I dent the city's budget is so adorable...” Pluck.

The door to the shop opened so hard that the cute bell atop went flying, smacking Malice Mickey's hat off. Mayor Mickey and his cronies stood in the doorway, panting hard, having sprinted all the way there. They spotted Daisy first. “Miss! Have you seen my evil clone and my obsessive fangirl?”

“It's a sad state of affairs that there's not a single weird thing in your sentences anymore,” Daisy said as she pointed them in the right direction, before waving to Donald. “Hi babe. Dinner at eight?”

“This time, can I please not be the dinner?”

Malice Mickey growled, putting his hat back on. If he was going to murder someone, he was going to do it with style. “Get lost, dweebs! I'm not letting you ruin my date!”

“And I'm not letting you date Minnie!” Mickey countered.

“And take over Spookyville,” Goofy reminded him again.

“And that too!”

“Then I'll just have to get rid of you the hard way!” Malice Mickey warned, as Minnie had now stripped at least seven flowers of their petals as she continued to debate her boyfriend options. He raised a hand, and began to fire off more blasts from his infernal shadow powers, which were thankfully so vague the author didn't have to think too hard about it.

The trio ducked under a heavy shade of nightshade, trying to go through their options, while Daisy plucked a straw from her purse – if this was going to be a bloodbath, might as well get a free meal out of it. “We're in trouble, Mayor!” Donald stated the obvious. “It's the last chapter, so the writer is going to be extra lazy in an effort to get this thing done and over with! There could be all kinds of badly written plot twists and deus ex machinas!”

“Or a deus ex mouse-ina., Goofy couldn't help himself, and thus felt he had earned it when Donald kicked him into the line of fire.

“We'll just have to make due!” Mickey opened his cape, summoning one of his many doors. “Concentrate on finding that spell! I'll distract him! Open Sesame!” It was a flower shop, so it made sense to magically command a door full of bees! They swarmed Malice Mickey, but not Minnie, because animals have a natural sense not to attack things they know will destroy them in the blink of an eye.

While Malice Mickey yelped and tried to dodge the stream of stings, Minnie sighed, running out of flowers to ruin. “This is really hard! Maybe I should just flip a coin.”

“Great idea, babe!” Malice Mickey grabbed her wrist, pointing down to his shadow. “As the new Mayor, the city's money is my money too! Let's go shopping!” With that, he hopped into his shadow, vanishing along with his stolen bride.

“Oh, come on, that's taking lazy writing to the max!” Mayor Mickey moaned, slapping a hand to his forehead. “If he keeps getting new abilities whenever he feels like it, we'll never be able to stop them!”

“But this book is huge!” Donald held it up, showing off the thick pages and ineligible handwriting. “I can't even begin to find the spell Mortimer used! How can we find the counter-spell before it's too late? Can't we just have the author go back and delete that note, so we have an easier time?”

Goofy sat up, having been blasted to bits by Malice Mickey's line of fire but still having enough strength left over to drop the next plot point. “Well... since he came from the book, what if we just put him back in there?”

Mickey snapped his fingers. “That's brilliant, Goofy! We'll smash him between the pages, like when I used Donald's schedule-book to kill that pesky fly this morning!”

“Exactly! … Wait, what did you do my book?”

~*~

The First National Bank of Spookyville was normally a quiet, boring place, as most banks are. Being a Halloween-themed bank didn't really change that aspect, save for the fact most of the coins inside were chocolate and covered in fake gold foil. Minnie wound up more interested in eating them than flipping them, which only made choosing which Mickey she preferred all the more difficult. It was also difficult to think clearly when Malice Mickey was making so much noise ripping the vault doors open and laughing evilly as he shoved money into his pockets. “Mwahahaha! All the money in Spookyville belongs to me! It's my right to use it however I want! A new mansion, fancy cars, and most expensive of all, a decent phone service!”

The tellers hid in a corner, afraid of this “new side” of the Mayor. “A politician who is actually honest about their corruption... What's next? Celebrities admitting they actually use plastic surgery?! Spookyville can't handle this kind of reality!”

“Spookyville won't have a choice!” Malice Mickey slammed down a bag of cash, before standing on top of it proudly. “New rules for a new Mayor! I'm going to turn this place upside-down and inside-out!Everyone will have to do whatever I say, and I get to do anything I want! In fact, why settle for being a mere mayor? No more elections! No more votes! For my first act, I declare myself as the forever ruler of Spookyville... King Mickey!”

With that settled, Malice Mickey jumped in front of Minnie, ready to win her over. “How does that sound? Simple and Clean, right?”

Minnie “hmm”ed about it, flipping another chocolate coin in her mouth to give a thoughtful chew. “You know, when you walk away, you don't hear me say-”

“Please, oh baby, don't go?”

“No.” Minnie held up a flat hand to stop the musical. “I'm in love with Mayor Mickey, not King Mickey. I'm starting to wonder if you're just too different from the man I want to be with. If I have to think this much about it, doesn't that say something?” Aside from the fact that this story needed to be stretched out.

“But if I'm King, I'll need a Queen!” Malice Mickey threw an arm around Minnie's shoulders. “Think of it – Queen Minnie! What comes to mind when you hear that?”

“Being a laggy Escort Mission?”

“Besides that,” He cleared his throat. “No rules, no limits! You can do whatever you want, to whoever you want, and never suffer any consequences!”

“How is that any different than what I do now?”

Malice Mickey needed a few seconds to come up with a better answer. “Less puns?”

This was, admittedly, a tempting offer. She thought of it while the Mayor and his lackeys once again caught up to the doorway, out of breath and needing to grab a glass of water before they could manage to speak. “Why is it,” Donald said after a haggard breath, “Witches can fly wherever they want, but warlocks have to run? This town is too big!”

“At the next meeting, let's bring up the idea of moving sidewalks again...” Mickey wiped sweat off his forehead before continuing the story. “Hold it right there, you demonic deuce! And stop holding Minnie! Whatever it takes, I will not let you date her!”

“And take over Spooky – aw, forget it.”

Malice Mickey began to stomp forward, irritation clear on his face. “You've interrupted me for the last time, Squeaky and Clean! I'm going to wipe you off the map! My shadows are endless, I can never run out of them!”

“Ditto for my doors!” Mickey countered, holding up his cape. “I never run out of places to send or things to summon! If we want, this could be an epic battle for the ages with intricate detail and breathless exposition!”

Faced with the idea of a never-ending duel of magic, they decided to just do plain old fisticuffs.

“LADY, COULD YOU PLEASE JUST TAKE ONE CREATIVE WRITING COURSE?!”

Malice Mickey launched himself at his better half, and the childish brawl began, mostly with slaps but also with the occasion punch, kick, and bite. Goofy and Donald didn't dare interfere, just because this looked really childish, especially as Malice gave Mickey an epic noogie. Still, the match wasn't going to make any progress anytime soon. After all, they were equally matched, with equal strength, equal weaknesses, and equal stubbornness. This could have gone on all day and all night.

Which suited Minnie just fine, as she wondered if she could get this image to replay for her every morning when she got out of bed. But this wasn't solving her problem.

With great reluctance, Donald inched over to Minnie, holding out the book that started the whole mess. “If we could just smush the evil double into the book, he'd be gone. You're stronger than all of us, by some cruel twist of fate, so could you do us all a favor and get this over with?”

“I don't know...” Minnie clicked her tongue. “It is kind of nice having the Mayor fight for me! Why should I stop this right now? Maybe the other guy can stick around so the Mayor can keep on chasing me! I can't think of anything better than that!”

Both Mickeys heard this loud and clear, and it became clear to the Mayor that there was only one way out of this. He'd have to say the words he had been dreading since he first learned of Minnie's insane desire for him. It was time to reach into the very depths of his soul and pull out his earnest, honest feelings. Men could only hold onto their pride for so long! He knew Minnie better than anyone, so knew exactly what she wanted to hear.

It was time to use... the d-word.

Mayor Mickey kicked Malice Mickey off him, and on one knee, slammed his hand down to the floor. “Minnie! I just have one thing to say, and if it won't change your mind, I'll give up! I promise I'll leave the both of you alone to do whatever PG-13 things you want!”

Malice Mickey snorted, his arrogant nose high in the air. “What could you possibly say that'll make her choose you over me?”

Mayor Mickey inhaled deeply, eyes shut, mentally readying himself. When he opened his eyes, he stared right at Minnie, who was very curious about this turn of events. “Minnie Mouse... If you defeat Malice Mickey... I'll go on a date with you.”

Three seconds of silence passed – Malice Mickey burst into uproarious laughter. “A date?! That's it? You think she'll get rid of me for one lousy date? You must be out of your-”

BA-THONK, apparently, is the sound of a heavy open book smashed into the skull of an evil clone.

BA-THONK!

BABABABABABA-THONKTHONKTHONKTHONKTHONKTHONK-

“I think he's in already.” Goofy timidly suggested, as Minnie continued to slam the magic book down on the space Malice Mickey used to be. Indeed, he had poofed back inside after the first hit, but Minnie wanted to be extra sure, and thus kept banging the book into the floor until there was a certifiable crack in the marble.

Satisfied, Minnie closed the book. “All done! When are we going out?”

“You can't be serious,” Donald scoffed. “He just said that to get you to help out!”

“Now, now, Donald.” Mickey began to stand up, brushing his outfit down and notably not making eye-contact with Minnie. “I am a man of my word. I said I'll go on a date with her, and that's what I'll do. We'll arrange it and everything.”

Goofy placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. “That's awfully considerate of you, Mickey! I think I respect you more than I ever did before!” Even Donald had to admit this was rather amazing, and he felt his soul moved! Both men were in awe of Mickey's bravery!

“So, Donald, arrange a date... for April 31st.”

Both men were in awe of Mickey's cowardice.

Minnie threw her arms around Mickey for a tight squeeze, unable to stop giggling. “Oh, I can't wait! This has made today's weirdness all worth it! I love you sooo much, my Mayor!” With a smooch to his cheek, she twirled around, delirious with joy. “I'll love you forever and ever and ever, no matter what! Oh, I'm so excited, I want to start preparing for it right away!” She stuck two fingers in her mouth, whistling for her flying broom to pick her up. Once she was high in the sky, she waved back to the men, and let out one more long “I LOOOOOVE YOUUUUUU!” as she sailed off into the clouds.

Mickey straightened his jacket. “So, how long do you think it'll take her to realize April 31st doesn't exist?”

“I give it another minute,” Goofy said after checking his watch. “Guess this is just normal for us too.”

“Gives us a good head start, at least!” Mickey tried to see the positive side of the situation, and started to run. “C'mon, fellas! We've got a whole day of dodging and repairing to get through!” Just like every day since he met her, and every day in the future – given the longevity of warlock lives, and the longevity of Halloween itself, he knew this was a chase that would last until the end of time. For one reason or another, this didn't bother him as much as it should.

Fortunately for the rest of us, this story is not as long. So how does one end five tales of ghouls, girls and ghastliness? Perhaps the simplest way is best. They all lived happily ever after, and Mickey married Minnie and had sixteen children and they all lived in a big pumpkin house with eight cats and -

Minnie, get off my keyboard!

#disney #fanfic #welcome to spookyville #mickey mouse #minnie mouse #donald duck #daisy duck #goofy

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November 2017 - *PlayLi$t of the Month*

Real talk: 2017 has been a rough year.

Speaking both globally and personally, the news events of the last twelve months have really made it challenging to be an optimist in today’s world. Picture what the year-end TV montage is going to look like this year before the ball drops? It’s going to be a straight-up horror show jumping from clip to clip of some of the most depressing highlights imaginable.

That all being said, musically speaking there is a lot to be thankful for this year. Take this playlist for example, reflecting a nice mix of hip-hop talent from all across the country. From household names to names that I’m not even too familiar with, the last month has treated us to a cornucopia of rap diversity worth celebrating. So have a safe and Happy Thanksgiving, and I hope you enjoy my November PlayLi$t of the Month…

1. “Bulletproof Gucci Windshield” - Fly Anakin, Koncept Jack$on & Tuamie

https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/panama-plus/1295998624

(While I have been checking for new stuff from the VA collective, I had not been eagerly awaiting a new album from the Mutant Academy folks. With their Soundcloud loosies still in my rotation from over the last few months, I did not think that Fly, Koncept and Tuamie would bless us with such a well-constructed, but still very raw underground hip-hop album, yet here they are to snag the #1 spot on this month’s list. Let it be known that Tuamie is a force to be reckoned with behind the boards, as he conjures up ways to put fresh spins on old boom-bap that bring to mind some of the vibes that DJ Spinna and Jay Dilla were able to infuse into their work. And the MC’s sound potent throughout, spitting bars at a clip that sound fierce, but without losing the vibe that these guys love to rap. Picture D.I.T.C. with some dashes of Gang Starr, Lootpack and even C-N-N, and you have a handle on why this album is easy to rock from start to finish. Keep your eyes glued on the Virginia underground rap scene for the foreseeable future, you won’t be disappointed.)

2. “Free” - CyHi The Prynce

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtTgM1OUR-8

(Having long past the point where G.O.O.D Music fans were asking “hey when’s CyHi dropping?”, I would never have expected CyHi to bless us all with what sounds like it may be one of the best hip-hop albums of 2017. More than any other rap artist this Fall, CyHi perfectly timed his release to come after the wave of highly anticipated big label releases, but before the big holiday push. CyHi shows us sooooo much on this album, it is ridiculous! From his storytelling skills, to quote-worthy bars, to crafting actually songs with a point, to spiritual themes, production choices and features, the dude manages to do everything right on No Dope On Sundays. I waffled between several song choices for this slot, but ultimately went with “Free” because it’s one of the sparsest instrumentals on the album, which provides welcome room for CyHi to flex his pen game, which is his most impressive instrument of all...and perhaps G.O.O.D’s secret weapon.)

3. “R.N.H.” - Jayy Grams

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pzy02h-SoJM

(I know very, very little about Jayy Grams except that he is coming out of the criminally slept-on - but recently thriving - Baltimore rap scene. I heard this song on Hot97′s Real Late with Peter Rosenberg a few weeks ago, and then immediately took to the internet to find out more. The instrumental on “Real N***a Hours” sounds more like the type of soulful backdrop that would have appeared on Nas’ Lost Tapes, a classic late night head-nodder that you can only be used for two things: zoning out after a tough day, or deep, nostalgic reflection. Whatever you choose to do with this one, just make sure you follow Jayy Grams and play this one at night...I happen to be nursing a gin and tonic and listening to it right now!)

4. “Traveling Light” - Talib Kweli feat. Anderson.Paak & Kaytranda

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kfxkZoSzPk

(The new joint featuring Jay Electronica off of Talib’s new Radio Silence album will get more love since Jay Elec only comes out of his cave once or twice a year nowadays, but this song right here holds up to the best of Kweli’s kwatalog. Perhaps his best adrenaline-laced track since “Move Something”, it’s so great to hear Talib drop energized music like this again - in fact I highly recommend the whole album from start to finish.)

5. “Our Streets” - DJ Premier feat. A$AP Ferg

https://soundcloud.com/dj_premier/dj-premier-feat-aap-ferg-our-streets-produced-by-dj-premier

(Did you see this coming? I sure didn’t envision the concept of DJ Premier joining forces with the most unpredictable member of the A$AP Mob. Ferg represents both the old and new school so well on this one, spitting bars with substance without checking his madcap charisma at the bar. Not one of my favorite Primo beats ever, but certainly dope enough to please fans of both classic boom-bap and the new school turn-up crowd.)

6. “Rap Saved Me” - 21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin feat. Quavo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LK9rgGmrH7I

(One of a few unexpected treats to drop this past Halloween. 21 Savage and the Migos gang already have a strong catalog of catchy joints with Metro Boomin behind the boards, and this is certainly one of the strongest cuts off of Savage, Offset & Boomin’s aptly titled Without Warning tape. Nothing groundbreaking on this project...just a steady line-up of bass heavy trap tunes that sound decent enough through headphones, but street-shaking through car speakers. Something about 21′s chilly flow works for me more often than not, and this one definitely works as one of the more polished efforts from the four talents.)

7. “Down State” - WESTSIDE GUNN feat. Benny & Styles P

https://soundcloud.com/westsidegunn/06-down-state-ft-styles-p-and-benny-prod-by-daringer?in=westsidegunn/sets/hitler-wears-hermes-5

(Another month, another display of Griselda Records flexing their muscle. Westside Gunn closed October by dropping the 5th installment of his now classic Hitler Wears Hermes series, and this joint is an obvious standout. SP and Benny are an especially potent combo, considering that for my money Benny is the best street music poet since artists like the Lox and Beanie Sigel were sitting at the top of the food chain.)

8. “Walk” - Young M.A

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zogtwLQQEfY

(I never gave up on Young M.A, and I never thought for a minute that all she had to offer was “Ooouuu”. What makes M.A’s music sound so convincing is the same skill-set that enabled Cardi B. to become a superstar: the ability to sound casual and believable on tracks, like every verse is an effortless freestyle that arrived following a shot of Henny and bottled-up feelings that simply must be released. “Walk” doesn’t have a catchy hook like “Ooouuu”, but it does pack a steady head-nodder of a beat for M.A to cruise over, and cruise she does. Brooklyn can be proud of this one.)

9. “Once Upon A Time” - The Diplomats

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6h9wRBzaqwc

(For any east coast rap fans over the age of 25, turn your nostalgia dials up to eleven for this one. Cam’ron, Juelz Santana and Jim Jones have done a handful of tracks since they split up, but not many have successfully rekindled the classic Dipset vibe quite like this one. Equipped with a trademark soulful, high-pitched Heatmakerz instrumental, the Diplomats sound as fresh as ever on this one. Check out Killa Cam’s latest tape too while you’re at it - The Program: http://www.datpiff.com/Camron-The-Program-mixtape.870785.html .)

10. “The Light” - Big K.R.I.T. feat. Bilal, Robert Glasper Jr , Kenneth Whalum & Burniss Earl Travis II

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=047nimeOEAw

(Welcome back, King. Big K.R.I.T. took on the challenge that few MC’s have succeeded at, and that was dropping a really good double-album. Dripping with Southern-fried soul and ready to spill his guts on each and every song, K.R.I.T. packs so much heart into this album that it may be a long time before we can all fully digest it. That being said, I didn’t have to sit through “The Light” for too long before I declared it one of the most beautiful pieces of music I have heard on a rap album in recent years. Combining the meandering brilliance of jazz with the depth of live instrumentation and the Mississippi rapper’s deliberate voice, this is easily one of my favorite songs off of 4eva Is A Mighty Long Time.)

*Honorable Mention - Bonus Cut*

“Horn Play” - ChanHays feat. Roc Marciano, Ghettosocks & Meyhem Lauren

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-vik0eU1wE

(A month ago I had not heard of the Canadian producer, but I promise to stay tuned to ChanHays’ future work after listening to his Here album. The project is stacked with top-notch stars of the underground hip-hop realm, and this dope little gem features two of the best torchbearers of the classic NYC rap sound in Roc Marciano & Meyhem Lauren. Definitely cop this whole project, it’s a no-brainer.)

“War Drums” - Meyhem Lauren & DJ Muggs feat. Hologram & Benny

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCT8zIwZGws

(Speaking of Meyhem, his project with legendary Cypress Hill producer DJ Muggs is not to be slept on. Even with strong features from Roc Marci, Action Bronson, and the late great Sean Price, it’s this hard joint with Benny and Meyhem’s brother Hologram that make for my favorite cut off of Gems From The Equinox.)

“Mandatory Drug Test” - Moneybagg Yo & NBA Youngboy feat. Young Thug

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5M8QdU2KAQ

(When some of the biggest names from Louisiana, Atlanta and Memphis’ modern rap scenes get together, it’s usually safe to say that you’re in for a bouncy trap-anthem. Moneybagg & Youngboy dropped a surprise project this month that really seemed to bring out the best in one another. The hungry young talents flashed enough flow, personality and hunger to put over some tracks which would be indistinguishable in lesser hands. Thugga jumps in for some fun on this one, and the result is a strong little thumper that pulls ahead of some of the more repetitive fair on their solid Fed’s Baby tape.)

“2809” - Yo Gotti

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReAWz0kZJ0A

(Before Moneybagg, Yo Gotti was buzzing in the Memphis underground and slowly building a catalog of mixtapes stuffed with catchy tunes. Gotti has finally garnered household-name status in recent years, and in spite of a fairly low ceiling he has managed to deliver a steady flow of strong singles for years now. “2809″ is one of my favorite tracks from his recent I Still Am album, and like much of his music it showcases a deep appreciation for surviving a perilous lifestyle without losing an ounce of pride for where he comes from.)

Still In Heavy Rotation (can’t stop, won’t stop, eh-eh):

4:44 by JAY-Z

http://www.hotnewhiphop.com/jay-z-4-44-upcoming-album-new-mixtape.117283.html

Rosebudd’s Revenge by Roc Marciano

http://onsmash.com/music/roc-marciano-rosebudds-revenge-album-stream/

[ICYMI: Last month’s list below]

https://therappundit.tumblr.com/post/166616081671/october-2017-playli-t-of-the-month

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Rwby Chibi Halloween Skit 2017.

Sorry that this skit is being posted after Halloween, I hope you all enjoy it all the same.

I hope you all had a great Halloween this year.

Surprise Party.

Ruby waits in the dorm room as the other members of Team RWBY pass her, not one of them noticing her with the calendar marked October 31st. (Ruby is ecstatic about the date, but her upset face worsens with each member of her team walking past her.) Ruby sulks off screen, with the others peeking a glance to make sure she’s gone.

“Do you think she suspects anything?” Blake asks as Weiss starts with the banner that reads out ‘Happy Birthday Ruby’.

“Nope.” Yang smirks as she fetches out her scroll to call the others. “Come on we’re going to do this with a Yang.”

Both Weiss and Blake roll their eyes, while Yang starts sending instructions to Team JNPR.

The scene cuts to Ruby sitting alone on a bench in the school grounds, a tear forming in her eyes. Penny is about to greet Ruby with a ‘hello’ but stops to see Ruby upset.

“What is the matter Ruby?” Penny asks as she joins Ruby on the bench.

“Oh, hey Penny. It’s October 31st.” Ruby tries to act more cheerful but clearly isn't working.

“You mean the dress up as strange things for sugary treats day?” Penny enquires to confirm the traditions of Halloween.

“Yeah, its Halloween, but it's actually my birthday. Though none of my friends know its my birthday today. So I’m just celebrating here, alone.” Ruby sulks but Penny picks her up like she's the doll this time.

“Well, Ruby my friend, we’ll find the others so we can celebrate you birthday. Then you’ll be celebrating your birthday and Halloween.” Penny smiles as Ruby tries wiggling out of her grip yet it doesn't work.

Penny then scans for the other members of Team RWBY & JNPR, one by one they are found as they try to hide what they’ve been assigned to get for Ruby’s party. Jaune, hides the presents by fitting them into his sheath, but it begins to bulge into a shield. Pyrrha refutes that they’re getting any cakes, as she waves to Ren to hide. (Only Nora is so keen on eating some other cakes in the store as Ren struggles to hide himself and her.)

Blake uses her shadow clone to distract Penny, as she turns the corner, only Ruby’s speed spooks Blake to jump in the air. (Blake displays cat-like reflexes as she lands on her feet.) They see Weiss at a dress shop, as she insists its a costume for herself. Weiss ends up wearing a new version of Ruby’s hood (her volume 4 version) despite it clearly not being Weiss’ size. It cuts to Yang chilling in the dorm, as Ruby sulks with tears in her eyes.

“What’s got your festive spirit so low? Bad haul of trick or treating?” Yang smoothly asks as Ruby and Penny enter the dorm.

“Yang, no-one remembered my birthday.” Ruby still sulks, about to slump onto her bed in depression.

“No! Surely they haven’t.” Yang fakes a gasp of horror and shock. “I’m sure they just want to say-” She makes a dramatic pause as the others jump out of their hiding spots.

“Surprise!” They all cheer, as the banner falls down into place, while Jaune’s shield pops out all the presents, with Ruby’s expression turns from a pout to a smile and then giddy with excitement.

“WARNING, HOSTILES DETECTED! Target system online.” Penny warns, her eyes glowing red as she powers up and her swords start floating and the others gulp in unison.

“No Penny, wait! They’re not attacking. This is a surprise party! They remembered my birthday!” Ruby rushes to explain as she points to the cake, the presents, the banner and the hastily nodding heads of the others.

“Oh-” Penny immediately stops as she realises and cheerfully adds, “Surprise!”

It changes to everyone enjoying the party, with Ruby now dressed as a vampire and Penny as a clown, with Jaune (dressed as Hunt-sman) being spooked by Penny’s clown costume.

Yang is dressed as Frankenstein giving Blake a drink, whose dressed as a zombie against her wishes. (She sulks as Zwei walks by, his costume is of a werewolf.)

Ren is in a flower costume, asking ‘why am I wearing this?’ To which Nora responds with ‘cos only you can make it look hot- I mean COOL.’ She hastily chuckles as she’s dressed in a bumblebee outfit.

Weiss is in a mummy costume as she looks around to see where Pyrrha is. Pyrrha wanders in as a ghost (a bed sheet with holes and her hair poking out of the back like a ponytail), scarring Jaune off screen, as she cries out ‘Sorry!’

“Happy Birthday sis.” Yang declares as Ruby thanks her and hugs her, claiming she's the best big sister anyone could ask for.

(Transition scene: Ruby jumps out of a coffin, acting like a vampire as the scene slowly reveals it's actually upside down, as Ruby falls from the ceiling.)

Jack-O-Lanterns.

Eerie Halloween music (Toccata & Fugue specifically) is played on an organ as a series of pumpkins are placed in a neat row. It’s revealed that Neo is the one playing the organ while Roman is the one neatly placing the pumpkins in a line.

“Is that really necessary?” Roman interrupts the music as he places the last pumpkin into place.

Neo scoffs with a sign that reads: I’m setting the mood.

“Remind me again why we’re here?” Mercury is revealed to be in the room as he assumes a position behind one of the pumpkins.

“Carving contest remember, best pumpkin wins.” Emerald smirks as she readies her weapon.

Cinder sits with a pamphlet in her hand, ‘how to improve one’s nefariousness and better underlings’ as she uses her pumpkin as a table. Roman and Neo are looking more jolly and excited as he calls out, “Let the competition begin!”

Mercury begins by blasting his pumpkin with his kick, only the round cuts through the pumpkin and causes it to cave in on itself. Emerald then slashes away at her pumpkin, only stopping to see that she's cut it to ribbons. Cinder sits there with hers on fire as she says, “Don’t ask.”

Roman presents his which is his emblem logo carved into it. Neo presents hers which is a smiley face, the others shrugging at it, clearly not thinking it’s scary enough. Roman smartens up his outfit, smugly showing off his pumpkin despite Neo’s protest of her’s being equally worthy.

Neo produces pumpkin spice drinks that were made from her pumpkin, which they all love including Cinder. Though Neo holds up a sign that only the audience can see, ‘a little bribery here & there go a long way’ as she winks with fingers crossed.

“Well, well, well, is it a trick or is it a treat?” Came a voice, that had them looking around and Neo shrugging.

“Who said that?!” Roman shouted as the voice replied.

“Me.” The pumpkin mouthed in Neo’s hands as it started to float out of her hands and then its face changed to a menacing glare as it started moving to say, “Boo.”

They all screamed and ran out of the room, Emerald and Mercury colliding into each other while Roman drags Neo with him off screen and Cinder throws fireballs in terror. The pumpkin all alone floats down as it laughs, slowly rotating to reveal the Grimm face on the other side.

Floyd snorts with a maniacal laugh while the others are still screaming and running in terror, as the skit starts to transition over.

(Transition scene: a collection of Grimm, including a Geist, a Creep and a Beowolf are frolicking with trick or treat bags full of candy. They cross the screen from right to left as the scene becomes the next skit.)

Ghost Stories.

A group of Grimm sit around a campfire with a flashlight passing between them.

“What’s with Floyd?” Tom a Creep Grimm asks as Floyd nervously fidgeting in his spot around the crackling fire.

“It’s a long story.” Jim, another Geist Grimm, sighs as he passes smores to the next Grimm.

“Do tell us Jim.” Andy, a Beowolf, begs as he gets a stick for his smore.

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