#him in that one outfit from that scary street movie

[wiztarm]

idk about this one gang

[chosok-amo]

THAT TIME OF THE YEAR : TOJI FUSHIGURO

spooky season is your two boys’ favorite month out of the year. they will take halloween to another level with their stupid prank and their obnoxious self. (credit)

warning. established relationship, non-sorcerer, megs is three.

october was always a special month in your house, especially with your two favorite boys: your husband and your son. halloween brought out an extra spark in both of them. for toji, it was all about scaring the living daylights out of you at every turn; for your son, it was an endless excuse to indulge in as much candy as his little hands could grab. together, they were the ultimate halloween duo, and they made sure every night was full of fun, frights, and family bonding.

every evening, the three of you would cozy up on the couch, draped in halloween blankets, surrounded by pillows covered in tiny pumpkins and ghosts. the night began with spooky cartoons for megumi, gradually building up to horror movies that made you jump with every scare. it didn’t help that toji took every opportunity to add to the horror, sneaking up on you in the dark or making the house creak in just the right spots to give you chills. megumi, meanwhile, giggled at every one of his father’s pranks, clinging to you in excitement every time the movie reached a scary part.

decorating the house was another thrill entirely. toji insisted on going all out, hanging fake cobwebs on every wall, sticking glow-in-the-dark spiders to the ceiling, and even placing a life-sized skeleton by the front door to spook anyone who dared to visit. megumi helped, eagerly grabbing handfuls of fake bats and pumpkins to scatter around the living room. you let him stick the bat decals on the windows, watching his eyes light up as he carefully placed each one, talking excitedly about his plans to “scare all the monsters” away.

and then there were the costumes. toji, knowing your household’s halloween excitement, had gone above and beyond by sending over matching costumes for all of you. “just a little family fun,” he’d said, though you suspected he was reveling in the idea of seeing you all dressed up. the first box you opened held matching vampire costumes, complete with tiny fangs for megumi and a dramatic cape for toji that he wore with far too much pride. another box had skeleton onesies, which made megumi squeal in excitement, and of course, the classic pumpkin outfits that had you all laughing so hard you were nearly in tears.

it was the perfect blend of spooky, silly, and sweet—your little family creating memories in a halloween wonderland, one costume and candy bar at a time.

stepping out of your bedroom, you were greeted by the stillness of the house, a quiet that was almost too quiet. usually, there was the faint sound of toji’s steady footsteps, or the familiar soft noises from the tv, maybe even megumi’s playful laughter filling the air. but today, the silence seemed to linger, thick and expectant. instinctively, you felt your guard go up a little, knowing that your two favorite troublemakers were probably lying in wait, planning to jump out and startle you at any second. with halloween right around the corner, their pranks had become even more relentless.

smiling to yourself, you made your way down the hallway, keeping your eyes casually peeled for any flicker of movement. as you turned the corner, passing by the living room, something outside caught your attention. you stopped mid-stride, your gaze pulling toward the large window. there, across the street, the once-empty house stood in stark contrast to its quiet surroundings. a moving truck was parked in the driveway, its back open and overflowing with boxes, furniture, and household items. a handful of people moved back and forth, unloading and organizing, their voices carrying faintly through the early morning air.

a small flicker of surprise mixed with curiosity as you watched. the house had been vacant for so long that you'd almost grown used to the sight of its empty driveway and dark windows. seeing life there now, the bustle of activity, felt like an unexpected change—a new piece settling into the familiar puzzle of your neighborhood.

“well,” you murmured to yourself, a slight smile tugging at the corner of your mouth, “someone finally moved in.” your voice was soft, almost lost in the quietness of the room, but the words held a certain warmth, a bit of welcome for the unseen neighbors across the street.

you lingered for a moment, watching them go about their work, wondering what they’d be like. would they be friendly? reserved? or maybe they’d have kids who would join megumi in his little neighborhood adventures. the thought made you chuckle, imagining your son roping in yet another person into his halloween antics.

finally, you tore your gaze from the window and continued your path to the kitchen, the need for a warm cup of tea pulling you back into the routine of the morning.

you were in the middle of pouring hot water over your tea leaves, the soothing scent wafting up as you busied yourself with the morning routine. but then, a faint, haunting tune drifted into the kitchen—a melody so unmistakable, it sent a chill up your spine. the michael myers theme. you froze, brows knitting together in confusion, until you looked toward the large window that gave you a view of the front yard.

outside, right at the edge of your property, stood two figures. one towered over six feet tall, their body broad and muscular, while the other was smaller, tiny in comparison. both were dressed in full michael myers costumes, their faces obscured by the eerie, pale masks. the larger figure was seated at a piano, somehow dragged onto the lawn, fingers moving ominously over the keys. meanwhile, the smaller one—who looked eerily like your son—was doing a little dance in front, his moves synchronized to the creepy beat. both were facing the house of your new neighbors, like some twisted ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ display.

your eyes squinted, trying to make sense of the bizarre scene, but the realization hit you like a freight train. it was toji and megumi. a mix of horror and exasperation washed over you as your eyes went wide. you barely took a breath before you muttered, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” and quickly turned off the stove, abandoning your tea.

moving as fast as you could, you made a beeline for the front door, already imagining what kind of impression this little ‘performance’ would make on the unsuspecting newcomers. as you reached the door, you could hear toji’s deep chuckle even from inside, clearly enjoying every second of the prank. it was obvious this was his idea—megumi just his willing accomplice.

bursting out of the door, you hurried across the lawn, ignoring the curious looks from some neighbors peeking out their windows. “toji!” you whisper-shouted, trying not to make too much of a scene but already knowing that was a losing battle.

you glanced down at little megumi, whose enthusiasm was evident despite the mask. his tiny frame, barely reaching toji’s thighs, was bouncing with excitement as he held up a plastic knife—though, much to your horror, he had it sticking through one of the eye holes in his michael myers mask.

“megumi,” you began, struggling to keep a straight face, “you’re absolutely adorable, baby, but for the hundredth time—take the knife out of your eye, please.”

he paused, looking up at you with a glimmer of mischief as he slowly lowered the fake knife. “it’s scarier this way, mom,” he replied, sounding all too serious for a kid his age. you couldn’t help but chuckle at his dedication to the act, but a look over at toji confirmed your suspicion that he was the mastermind behind the “knife-through-the-eye” idea.

toji’s head tilted up slightly, those familiar green eyes glinting mischievously behind the mask. he slowed his playing but didn’t stop, while megumi just turned to give you a small, amused wave before going back to his exaggerated dance moves.

just as you’re about to speak, a voice called out from across the street. you looked up to find two men watching the scene unfold—one tall with stark white hair and the other with long, dark hair, both wearing expressions that looked equal parts amused and bewildered. near them were two kids about megumi’s age: a boy with a shock of pink hair and a girl with short ginger-colored hair. all of them seemed captivated by the bizarre performance happening on your lawn.

your cheeks flushed as you realized they’d been watching the entire time, and you let out a sheepish laugh, raising a hand in an awkward wave. “i promise we’re normal... well, at least 11 months out of the year!” you half-shouted across the street, your voice laced with a mixture of embarrassment and humor.

the white-haired man let out a deep laugh, clearly entertained. “oh, don’t worry, we’re all for a little halloween spirit,” he called back, grinning. the dark-haired man beside him shook his head, though you could see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he held back a laugh.

the kids, meanwhile, seemed more than intrigued, their eyes sparkling with excitement as they whispered to each other. the boy with pink hair pointed at megumi, who was still brandishing his plastic knife with pride, while the girl watched, already sizing up his costume.

toji didn’t miss a beat as the neighbors began walking over, his fingers still gliding across the keyboard with dramatic flair. his eyes flicked to you briefly, a playful challenge in his gaze, daring you to try and make him stop.

you let out an exasperated sigh and rolled your eyes, marching over to him and giving him a firm smack on the back of his head. “enough, toji!” you muttered through clenched teeth, trying to hide the grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. “the neighbors are coming over, and you’re about two seconds away from terrifying them out of town.”

toji chuckled, continuing to play his ominous tune as he looked up at you. “lighten up, love. it’s all in good halloween spirit,” he said, his eyes crinkling with amusement behind his mask. you couldn’t help but shake your head, trying to resist the urge to laugh at his ridiculous antics.

the neighbors finally approached, the two men offering polite waves as the kids looked on, their expressions a mix of curiosity and delight. they seemed to take the display in stride, treating it as just another quirky neighborhood occurrence.

the two men extended friendly smiles, each one exuding a different type of charm. the tall, white-haired man with bright blue eyes stepped forward first, a grin plastered on his face that seemed as wide as the moon.

“i’m gojo satoru,” he said with a playful glint in his eye, offering his hand. “and this is my husband, geto suguru,” he added, gesturing to the dark-haired man beside him, who greeted you with a warm nod and a more reserved smile.

“we noticed your… uh, halloween spirit,” geto added, his smile deepening as he cast a sidelong glance at toji, who was clearly reveling in the entire scene.

before you could respond, the kids had already gravitated toward megumi, their own curiosity and excitement uncontained. the pink-haired boy waved enthusiastically, introducing himself with a big grin. “i’m yuuji itadori!” he said, his voice bursting with energy, “and this is nobara kugisaki,” he added, nodding toward the red-haired girl beside him, who wore a confident, no-nonsense expression.

megumi, still holding onto his plastic knife on the eye hole of his mask, looked at them through his mask’s eye holes, a spark of excitement in his eyes. he lowered the knife, waving back with a shy but intrigued look.

“i’m megumi,” he said simply, and before you knew it, the three of them were deep in conversation, already planning a halloween adventure that you could only imagine would be both thrilling and chaotic.

“looks like they’re already fast friends,” you chuckled, watching the kids with a fond smile.

smiling, you nodded in return. “nice to meet you both. i’m y/n, and this is my husband, toji,” you said, glancing up at him. toji finally lifted the michael myers mask, pushing it up to reveal his face. his sharp gaze, set jaw, a scar across his lips, and faint smirk had gojo blinking, momentarily taken aback before he broke into a grin.

“you guys don’t mess around, do you?” gojo said, chuckling as he took in toji’s intimidating appearance.

toji shrugged, crossing his arms with a casual ease. “we’re serious about halloween,” he replied, his tone a mix of dry humor and pride. he made his way over to you, slinging an arm around your waist. his touch was always casual but reassuring.

he was so close that you could smell the lingering scent of his cologne mingled with the crisp autumn air. his thumb grazed your hip in a small, intimate gesture that sent a familiar shiver down your spine. his presence was always comforting, yet at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel a tiny pang of embarrassment at the spectacle toji was making. you didn’t mind a bit of mischief, but this was a new neighborhood, and first impressions were important.

you cleared your throat softly, glancing back at gojo and geto with a slightly embarrassed smile. “i’m really sorry about these two,” you said, nodding toward toji and megumi, who was now giving nobara a serious demonstration of his fake knife skills. “they get a little… overly excited for halloween. it’s kind of their favorite time of year.”

the two men shared an amused glance before turning back to you, their expressions understanding. “don’t worry,” gojo said. “i totally get it. halloween brings out the craziness in everyone, doesn’t it?” his toothy grin grew wider as he looked over at megumi and nobara, who were now both brandishing their plastic knives like they were swords.

geto shook his head slightly, his lips quirking into a smile. “it’s nice to see such enthusiasm for the holiday. and your husband seems like quite the character as well,” he added with a nod toward toji who’s still standing beside you.

toji simply chuckled in response, his arm still casually wrapped around your waist. he watched as megumi and nobara dueled with their pretend weapons, his expression a mix of pride and amusement. “what can i say? halloween is our time to shine,” toji said, looking at you with that familiar spark in his eye.

gojo chuckled, his grin widening as he watched the scene unfold. “honestly, i respect the dedication. halloween should be a full-production event, don’t you think, suguru?” geto nodded, his smile warm and reassuring. “absolutely. it’s good to see people who go all out. besides, i think it’s rubbing off on the kids—they already seem like best friends.”

you looked back at toji, who gave a slight, unapologetic smirk as he caught your gaze, his thumb brushing lightly over your hip in a way that reminded you exactly why you loved his confidence, even if it did border on outrageous at times. it was moments like these that you could see how much fun he had with megumi, encouraging that playful side, even if it sometimes made for interesting introductions.

“well,” you sighed, turning back to your new neighbors, “at least they’re enthusiastic.”

geto’s eyes sparkled with a warm, inviting smile as he looked at you. “you guys should definitely stop by for trick-or-treating later,” he said, his tone light but sincere. “we might not have all the decorations up just yet, but i promise, we’ve got the best candy.”

his gaze shifted briefly to megumi, who was still showing off his michael myers costume with a serious expression, and geto chuckled softly. “i’m sure yuuji and nobara would love to have some company for the night. we could even make it a little neighborhood halloween kick-off.”

there was a genuine warmth in his voice, a subtle excitement that told you he wasn’t just being polite; he genuinely wanted to get to know your family and share in the halloween spirit. his easy smile and welcoming demeanor made it feel like this might just be the beginning of a new friendship.

you felt your heart warm at geto’s easy kindness, and you found yourself nodding with a smile. “we’d love to,” you replied, glancing at megumi, who looked thrilled at the thought of spending halloween with new friends.

toji, standing beside you with a relaxed grin, let out a chuckle. “oh, we’ll definitely be there,” he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. “can’t let the best candy in the neighborhood go to waste, right?” his arm found its way around your shoulders, pulling you close as he continued, “besides, someone has to make sure you two aren’t just bluffing about the candy quality.”

geto laughed at your husband’s teasing comment, a warm chuckle that filled the air with a sense of camaraderie. “we’ll make sure not to disappoint in that department. our house will be a must-visit on halloween night, no doubt about it,” he said, his voice carrying enthusiasm that mirrored yours. the idea of forming new friendships so soon in the neighborhood filled you with a mix of anticipation and comfort, and you were happy to find that your new neighbors seemed to share the same eagerness.

after spending a moment with your new neighbors, you finally stepped back inside with megumi in your arms, his mask now set aside, and toji casually draping his arm around your waist as he walked beside you. the warmth of your home felt like a cozy contrast to the crisp, autumn air outside, and the three of you made your way to the couch, settling in for some downtime together.

you shifted megumi in your lap, playfully poking his little bolted tummy. “you’re such a scary little thing, you know that?” you teased, your voice filled with exaggerated seriousness.

megumi’s reaction was immediate—a burst of giggles as he squirmed, trying to dodge your finger. “no, mama! i’m not scary!” he squealed, his small hands batting at yours as if to defend his tummy.

toji chuckled softly from his spot beside you, one arm still lazily wrapped around you while he watched the two of you with a grin. “oh, i dunno,” he drawled, reaching over to ruffle megumi’s hair. “i think you had all the neighbors spooked. you really pulled off that michael myers act, kiddo.”

megumi looked up at toji with a wide-eyed grin, as if realizing the compliment was as good as a badge of honor. “did i scare you, papa?”

toji raised an eyebrow, pretending to think it over. “hmm... maybe a little. you’re lucky i didn’t run away screaming,” he joked, which only made megumi giggle harder.

you couldn’t help but smile at the two of them, warmth spreading through you as you watched them. with a sigh of contentment, you leaned into toji, letting the comfort of your family’s presence sink in. “guess we’ll have to keep an eye on you, baby,” you said, tickling him one last time. “we can’t have a little monster running around unchecked.”

megumi beamed, resting his head on your shoulder as his laughter finally softened, his small arms wrapping around you. nestled between you and toji, he looked utterly content, his little halloween antics forgotten for now—until the next big scare he was already planning.

you smiled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from megumi’s face before leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on his chubby cheek. his skin was warm against your lips, and he looked up at you with wide eyes, a soft blush dusting his cheeks at the attention. “are you excited about your new friends, baby?” you asked, your voice gentle and encouraging as you met his gaze.

megumi nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with anticipation. “uh-huh!” he said, his voice filled with a mixture of shyness and excitement. his small hands fiddled with the fabric of his halloween costume, unable to contain his emotions.

toji leaned over, ruffling megumi’s hair playfully. “looks like someone’s already won over the neighborhood,” he said, his voice full of pride. he looked at you, a smirk. “who knew our little terror was such a social butterfly?” he teased, his gaze flickering with warmth as he glanced between you and megumi.

you smiled warmly, your heart swelling as you took in the sight of your son’s excited, flushed face. reaching out, you gently brushed your thumb over his chubby cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin as he fidgeted with the fabric of his costume, still caught up in the thrill of meeting new friends.

“so,” you asked softly, your voice tender, “do you like your new friends, sweetie?”

megumi nodded, his little face lighting up as he met your gaze. “uh-huh! they’re really nice, mama. yuuji said he can run super fast, and nobara said she’s gonna show me how to be ‘extra spooky’ for halloween!” he replied, his voice filled with wonder and a touch of admiration for his new friends.

toji chuckled, leaning back with his arm draped around your shoulders, clearly amused by megumi’s excitement. “looks like we’ll have the best little monster squad in the neighborhood,” he added, his voice a mix of pride and warmth. you laughed, pressing another kiss to megumi’s cheek. “then we’ll just have to make sure you’re the spookiest of them all, won’t we?” you said with a grin, watching as his eyes sparkled with anticipation for the halloween fun yet to come.

megumi nodded eagerly, his small face beaming with joy as he looked up at you. his little hands still fidgeted with the fabric of his costume, betraying his excitement.

“mm, i wanna be the scariest,” he said with a determined nod, his words filled with both excitement and a touch of shyness as his gaze flickered between you and toji. toji chuckled, reaching out to ruffle megumi’s hair gently. “oh, i have no doubt you’ll scare the socks off them all, kiddo,” he said, his voice warm and reassuring.

megumi’s enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of joy seeing him so happy. toji’s arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer, his warmth a comforting presence as you both watched your son’s imagination take off.

megumi squirmed with excitement, his eyes wide with wonder as he continued sharing his plans for halloween. his excitement was palpable, and it was heartwarming to see him so engaged and filled with anticipation for the spooky holiday ahead. toji chimed in with a smile, his voice filled with pride, “we’ll be the scariest family.”

you chuckled warmly at toji’s comment, your eyes sparkling with pride as you looked down at your little trickster, the light dusting of red on his cheeks betraying his emotions.

megumi was clearly brimming with anticipation and excitement, his gaze flickering between you and his father as he imagined all the spooky possibilities that halloween night held. he nodded eagerly, his small hands still fidgeting with the fabric of his costume. “we’re gonna scare everyone!” he declared with a grin, his small voice filled with a mixture of determination and delight.

you watched, a soft smile spreading across your face, as megumi wriggled his way down from your lap, his little hands gripping your knees for balance. his determination was written all over his face, brows furrowed with that serious concentration only kids seem to master, as he landed on his feet and looked up at you with a gleam in his eyes.

“i’m gonna find the best costume!” he declared, his tiny voice filled with such conviction that you couldn’t help but chuckle. then, without waiting for a reply, he started his short trek towards his bedroom, his steps determined but still slightly wobbly in his excitement.

“come on, mama!” he called, pausing just long enough to flash you and toji a grin before continuing his enthusiastic march.

toji chuckled beside you, his arm tightening around your shoulders as he pressed a warm kiss to the side of your head. “looks like he’s on a mission,” he murmured, his voice a mixture of pride and amusement. “he really does look so excited.”

you leaned into him, savoring the closeness as you both watched your little trickster disappear down the hallway. “i know,” you whispered, warmth filling your voice as you took in the happiness and energy he brought to the house.

“he’s going to be the most serious little monster on the block,” you added, a fond smile tugging at your lips. toji let out a soft chuckle, resting his chin atop your head. you laughed lightly, leaning into toji, enjoying the warmth of his embrace as you watched megumi toddle off. he looked so determined, already lost in planning for the best costume to outdo everyone else.

you nodded, a soft smile gracing your lips. “he really is,” you agreed to yourself, your voice filled with pride for your little boy.

toji tightened his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him, the warmth of his body a comforting presence. he chuckled softly, his voice affectionate as he teased, “just like his mama.” his words were said with a warmth and familiarity that spoke of the deep bond you shared, not just as a couple, but as parents to this spirited little boy.

as megumi disappeared into his room, you turned to toji with a sigh of contentment. there was a soft, peaceful look in your eyes as you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. the warmth from his embrace seemed to envelop you entirely, making you feel safe and loved.

toji, feeling the shift in your energy, pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his free hand rubbing gentle circles on your back. words weren’t needed at this moment; the silence was filled with understanding and a deep sense of contentment. the two of you sat like that for a while, simply enjoying each other’s presence, before toji broke the silence. “he’s getting so big already,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and a hint of bittersweetness. “we won’t have these moments forever.”

you hummed softly, feeling the warmth of his hand on your back and the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. there was a comfort in the silence, a quiet exchange of love that didn't need words. but as toji’s voice broke through, his words struck a chord, pulling at your heartstrings in a way that made you realize just how fleeting these moments truly were.

slowly, you lifted your head from his chest, meeting his gaze with a gentle smile. “then we’d better go see what our little monster is planning for his grand debut,” you said, a glint of playfulness in your eyes as you nudged his side, feeling the warmth of his arm around you.

toji chuckled warmly, his eyes twinkling with amusement at your playful nudge. “absolutely,” he agreed, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and excitement. he held your gaze for a moment longer, his hand resting on your shoulder, before slowly standing up, pulling you to your feet alongside him. “who knows what kind of mischief our little rascal has planned.”

with a shared smile, the two of you made your way down the hallway towards megumi’s room.

[headfullofpresley]

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧' 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 4,5K

Summary: You and Elvis are always playing pranks on each other. This Halloween, you come up with a prank that goes horribly wrong as Elvis doesn't think it's so funny and gets genuinely upset. But like always, your partner eventually comes around and gets his revenge.

Warnings: strong language, playing with a ouija board, fake demonic possession, mentions of the devil, elvis being upset, elvis calling reader a bitch, pranks that you probs shouldn't use on other people, tiny bit of angst, reader and larry gellar disliking each other. guess that's it?

A/N: hello, hi! i guess this isn't really spooky but felt like it fit the season! there's pranks in this that i don't advise you to use on anyone unless that's you're kind of humor. wrote this in an hour or so because it randomly popped into my mind and well... i thought it was funny 👀. just want to make clear that this is in no way me making fun of elvis' spirituality in any way, nor is reader, if some people might think thatttt or if it comes across as that. just wanted to write something else rather than a vamp!elvis fic like my brain already was thinking about for halloween, AAAAH. also, this doesn't include all members of the mm or any of the other guys because i didn't know where to place them. okay, bye. p.s: be a smart cookie and don't use a ouija board.

Elvis didn’t care for Halloween.

Never did when he was young and never did as he was growing into an adult. Sure, when he was a little boy and his friends would drag him along to go trick or treating he could appreciate the free candy, but that was about it. After complaining about the people in scary costumes on the street when he was around 7, his mother stopped him from going out on All Hallow’s Eve and he appreciated her doing so.

As he got older, he’d usually be working on the last day of October and whenever he wasn’t, he would rent out the Memphian and watch horror movies with the guys, other friends and some of his fans. He enjoyed playing pranks and scaring the shit out of the people around him, but that’s where celebrating Halloween ended for Elvis.

His Christianity or beliefs didn’t have anything to do with it. He simply preferred holidays that involved lots of homecooked foods, spreading joy, giving gifts and being surrounded by his loved ones. Like Thanksgiving and especially, Christmas.

You on the other hand are obsessed with Halloween. You always put a lot of effort in your costumes and Elvis allowed you to put carved pumpkins by the front door with a lit candle inside of it, but he wouldn’t celebrate with you in any other way than watching movies. You were too old to go trick or treating, so you were happy when Lisa Marie was over at Graceland on some Halloween evenings to do so with her, but this year she unfortunately was in California with her mother.

 

This Halloween you put little effort into your costume, opting for a black cat suit with a tail, some drawn on whiskers that complimented the dark eye make-up you were sporting, and a pair of black cat ears. Elvis wasn’t complaining because you looked smoking hot in it, but he wasn’t aware that you chose this simple outfit because you had bigger plans for tonight that involved… well, let’s say, a lot of action.

After watching a few movies at the Memphian with Elvis, some fans and the guys, you all made it back to Graceland. It was only around 1 in the morning which was early for the bunch you were living with, so nobody was tired yet. Which was good, because you and Charlie Hodge had come up with the perfect prank to play on Elvis and the two of you managed to convince everyone to get involved in it.

The only one who wasn’t up for it was Larry Gellar and you were slightly worried that he’d out your little plan and ruin the whole thing. You were praying that he’d just go home already, but much to your chagrin, he was sitting on the couch and conversing with Elvis, not looking as if he’d leave any time soon. You were just going to have to risk it.

“Let’s play a game!” You chirped happily as you held up a plastic bag, pulling off your cat tail and throwing it by the side of the couch. “I found this today at the store. The sales girl told me it’s the perfect game to play during Halloween, because then you know it really works,”

Elvis watches with curiosity as you pull a large box out of the bag, turning it around and showing him the front. As he realises you were holding up a ouija board, he was immediately intrigued. Ever the curious person, especially when it came to things about spirituality, Elvis slides to the edge of the couch and takes the box out of your hands, opening the lid to take the board out and inspect it.

“Hell no, I ain’t playin’ that,” Lamar immediately says as he glances at the board and you try to suppress a grin. His reaction was the one you told him to give. If Lamar would play, Elvis was going to take the chance to tease the hell out of him for a week straight because Lamar scared easily when it came to these things.

“Ah c’mon, Fike. It’ll be fun,” Elvis grins as he places the board in the middle of the coffee table. You give Charlie a quick thumbs up and he grins, agreeing to play the game. Sonny and Red agree as well, but Larry decides to sit this one out. You were happy about that and as you go around the living room to dim the lights and light some candles, you feel instantly annoyed when you hear Larry’s voice.

“Elvis, I don’t think this is a good idea. Playing with an object like that can be dangerous, you know?” Larry chimes in, looking at Elvis with worried eyes. Never really having liked Larry, you roll your eyes. Elvis doesn’t see it but Red does and he sticks his finger in his mouth, feigning a gag. The two of you silently laugh and you sit down on the floor by the table, Elvis sliding onto the floor next to you.

“It’s not dangerous, baby. It’s just a game,” you quickly tell Elvis as Larry once more expresses his concern. Elvis looks at Larry once more before he turns to you and grins, kissing the corner of your mouth as he grabs the planchet and puts it on the board. Larry gives you an annoyed glare and you ignore it, happy that he decides to retreat back into the kitchen. Joe sits back on the couch along with Billy to watch the game unfold, simply because there wasn’t enough space for more fingers on the planchet.

 

“You sneaky sonofabitch. You’re the one movin’ that thing!” Elvis exclaims in slight annoyance as he glares at Sonny who sat on the opposite side of the table. Sonny widens his eyes, trying his best to hold back a laugh as he shakes his head.

“I swear to God, I ain’t doin’ it!”

You and Charlie exchange a knowing look. It was the two of you taking turns sneakily moving the planchet with the tips of your fingers, but Elvis didn’t notice a thing. He was too intrigued and focused on the words “it”, or in this case you, were spelling out. You hadn’t propeely opened communication or whatsoever, so the board wasn’t working at all. You believed that a ouija board could truly work if you wanted it to and you could communicate with… well, someone or something, but that wasn’t the intention for tonight.

You just wanted to play the prank of the century on your man like he has done to you so many times before.

All of you ask random questions at first that require simple answers. Then you decide to take matters further into your own hands and add up the dramatics a notch. You needed it to be spooky. Elvis doesn’t scare easily, the morgue trips he often makes with you were proof of that, and you want him to be terrified tonight.

“Someone dies tonight.”

All of you exchange uncomfortable glances, though only that of Elvis was real. He shifts a little on the floor and takes his finger off the planchet, accusing Charlie instead of Sonny now.

“Hodge, stop pullin’ my leg with this bullshit!” He huffs and Charlie widens his eyes, scared that you and him got caught, and just as he opens his mouth to defend his case, you speak up.

“Elvis! You’re not allowed to take your hands off of it without saying goodbye!” You grab his hand and bring it back to the board, putting his finger back on the planchet. He looks at you and scoffs, squinting his eyes.

“Oooh, I see. It’s you, ain’t it?”

You mentally curse yourself. Was your acting that bad? Shaking your head as you give him your most serious face, you tell him that it’s truly not you who is moving the planchet and before he can question you further, Charlie sneakily spells out something else.

“The girl.”

“That’s it. I ain’t playin’ no more. Say goodbye, goddamnit,” Elvis barks in annoyance. He wasn’t going to admit it out loud but he truly believed the planchet was moving by itself and spelling out these things. He was having fun when they started and asked random and silly questions, but now it was getting a little too serious for him.

A little too scary.

This thing was threatening your life and he felt a sense of paranoia fill his chest. What if you’d really die because of this stupid game?

No. No, you weren’t going to die. It’s just a game. It’s not real- he refuses to believe it’s real.

You quickly say goodbye along with everyone else, moving the planchet over the word before taking your hands off. You bite your lip to hold back a laugh and wrap your arms around Elvis’ neck as he leans back against the couch, crossing his arms after he shoved the board across the table. You giggle softly and hug him, planting kisses on his cheek.

“Stop that worryin’. It’s just a game, El, nothing is going to happen.”

Although he doesn’t believe you and is still worried, he slides his arms around your waist and pulls you onto his lap, hugging you back.

 

You spent the rest of the late evening playing some music and Elvis doing a spontaneous jam session, which got his mind off of that damned ouija board. After all, it was just a game. Nothing was going to happen and tomorrow afternoon, he’d wake up with you in his arms.

Alive and well.

But as you two got upstairs to his bedroom and got ready for bed, he wasn’t going to take no risks. There was a baseball bat leaning against the wall by the door and a hand gun laying atop of his Bible on the bedside table. You look at it as you got into bed where Elvis already was, sitting against the headboard with the TV on.

“What are you gonna do? Shoot a ghost?” You joke with a soft snort and he looks at you, simply nodding his head.

“Hell. I will if I have to,”

“My protector,” You swoon playfully as you run your fingers through his hair, laughing. He chuckles softly and sighs, kissing your lips before he allows you to settle in the bed. You pretend to watch some TV with him but couldn’t contain your excitement, curious to know what his reaction was going to be when the best part of the prank would play out.

Since you fell asleep pretty quick most of the time, Elvis didn’t think anything of it when he heard you lightly snoring as you had turned your back to him. He had his arm leaning across your hip, needing to touch you in one way or another, always. Unbeknown to him, you were wide awake and looking at the alarm clock on your side of the bed. You had told Charlie to give you twenty minutes before you’d set things into motion and as that amount of time had passed, you started off your little prank slow.

Ease Elvis into it, so to speak.

 

Pretending you were having a nightmare, you twitch lightly while mumbling some soft incoherent sentences, moaning uncomfortably. Elvis who was still wide awake moves his hand from your hip to your hair, caressing it soothingly as he sits up a little to look over at you. Figuring you’re still sleeping, he leans back against the headboard of the bed but only a split second later, you suddenly shoot up to sit in the bed. Startled, his heart skips a beat and he quickly sits up again too, moving some of your hair over your shoulder. He’s familiar with sleepwalking, but he has never seen you do it before. He knows not to wake someone when they’re in a state like this nor call out their name, but his worries grow by tenfold as your body slumps against him.

And then starts twitching and goddamn near convulsing as you throw your head back. He widens his eyes in shock as your eyes roll in the back of your head, your arms hanging limp by your side. Holding your frame, he tries to keep you still as he cups your face.

“Y/N! Y/N!” He slaps your cheek softly, unsure of what to do in a situation like this. He curses loudly as he reaches over to the phone on the bedside table, putting it to his ear as he calls downstairs and yells to whoever is on the other end of the line to come upstairs.

Like clockwork, Charlie comes running in not much later and feignes a gasp at the sight of your state. Elvis looks over at him, desperate for help.

“Goddamnit, Charlie, do somethin’!” Elvis yells as your body seems to be twisting and turning into uncomfortable positions, arching your back as you let out deep groans and grunts. You didn’t even know your voice could get that low, but you were impressed by yourself.

An eerie feeling washes over Elvis and he slowly lets go of you as you push yourself out of arms, standing on top of the bed. And then you just start… laughing.

Like an absolute maniac.

The sound sent shivers down Elvis’ spine and he quickly got off the bed, standing next to Charlie as they both look at you, unsure of what was happening. Well, at least one of them. Charlie was completely sucked up into his role though and he took a step back, fear in his eyes.

He was a damn good actor.

Something clicked inside of Elvis’ brain as you look at him with a menacing look in your eyes, smirking like the Devil himself just walked into the room.

That goddamned board.

“Get my Bible,” Elvis orders Charlie, never taking his eyes off of you. Charlie does as he’s told and grasps the Bible from the bedside table, handing it to Elvis. The singer takes off the necklace he was wearing with a cross pendant hanging on the silver chain and hands it to Charlie, looking at the smaller male.

“Put this on her forehead,”

“Elvis...” Charlie widens his eyes, holding onto the necklace and pretending to be terrified of going near you. “Can’t we.. can’t we just call an ambulance?!”

Charlie was going to do whatever Elvis told him to do anyways because it makes the situation seem more natural but even if he wouldn’t be acting, the glare that Elvis gives him is enough to have him sprint into action. He runs over to the bed and pulls you down, keeping you down on the mattress as he presses the cross against your forehead. As you look at Charlie, you have to try your damnest not to ruin things and laugh, but luckily you manage to stay in your role.

Writhing on the bed and trying to get out of Charlie’s grip with what truly is little effort but looks like a lot, you let out a bloodcurdling scream. Elvis comes closer to the bed while he is quickly reciting any kind of prayer he thinks might work, reading psalm after psalm. He’s taken back for a second when you did what Charlie and you rehearsed- kicking the brunette off of you and making him land on the floor. You swear you could hear Charlie chuckling, but Elvis is only focused on you.

Now you are the one that is taken back as he gets on top of you and grabs your wrists, holding them above your head as he’s still reciting prayers. He’s yelling at the non existent demon inside of you to get the hell out and Charlie has to muffle a laugh in the palm of his hand, curious about what you were going to do because neither of you expected this.

You felt a laugh bubbling in the back of your throat, so before it could come out, you stop writhing on the bed and drop your head to the side, pretending that the prayers worked and it has all come to an end. Elvis sat on top of you for a few more minutes until he releases your hands and gets up, closing his Bible. He watches you, ready to once more go into action as he sees you casually sit up and get up from the bed. He frowns a little as you walk over to Charlie and hook your arm through his, clearing your throat.

“The end.” You and Charlie gracefully bow, bursting out into uncontrollable laughter.

Until you notice one person in the room isn’t laughing.

Feeling the mood shifting in the room and as if a thunderstorm just passed over Graceland, you stop laughing as you see Elvis glaring at the both of you. You walk over to him as he throws his Bible on the bed and cup his face, but he’s quick to swat your hands away and get back into his bed.

“Elvis, c’mon. Don’t be mad, baby. We were just having a little fun,” you laugh softly, sitting on the edge of his side of the bed. He turns his head to look at you, his blue eyes icy cold. You weren’t unfamiliar with that look but usually it was something more serious that brought it on and you never liked it.

But what you weren’t realising is that this was serious to Elvis. He thought he was going to lose you to some freaky demonic entity.

“Get out.” He simply states in a low voice, turning his head back to the TV that was still on. You look at Charlie and he gives you a little nod, taking you out of the room with him.

You succeeded in pranking the prank master, but you’re afraid you pushed him too far and that simply wasn’t worth it.

 

You figured Elvis would be over it by the day after Halloween and things would go back to normal. But then again, you know Elvis like the back of your hand and although you were not surprised by him ignoring you for a week straight, you were still hurt.

When he learned that all of the guys were involved in your little prank, he let them have a piece of his mind and that was that. But you were walking on eggshells. He even made you sleep in Lisa Marie’s bedroom for that entire week.

By Sunday night, you were fed up with it. Maybe you had taken things too far, but it was just idiotic that he wouldn’t even let you sleep in the same bed as him.

“What do you think you’re doin’?” He snaps as he watches you burst into the bedroom and get into the bed next to him, fluffing your pillow.

“What does it look like?” Maybe you don’t have the right to be annoyed with him, but you are. He knows how much you hate to be ignored and you’ve been worrying yourself all week with all sorts of doom scenarios, like him ending the relationship.

He grabs your arm to pull you out of bed but you sit up and pull your arm out of his grasp, the words flying rapidly off your tongue. “Good God, Elvis. I’ve told you I’m sorry about a thousand times, but you don’t wanna hear it! You haven’t spoken a word to me in a week. At least yell at me, be angry with me, do something!”

His nostrils flare as his jaw clenches and he sits up more straight, turning his body into your direction.

“You want me to yell? Be angry? Fine!” He barks harshly, his loud rich voice booming off the walls. “I thought I was gon’ fuckin’ lose you that damn night! I thought you really were gon’ die, Y/N. That there was some sonofabitch inside of ya who was takin’ ya away from me. If you think that’s so hilarious, well hell, then you really are an evil bitch,”

You weren’t hurt by him calling you a bitch. You and Elvis fought enough times in the past that involved ugly name calling but you always made up minutes later. It never lasted for days. But learning that he was truly afraid of losing you in that moment causes your heart to clench uncomfortably in your chest. You feel a pang of guilt in your gut and your shoulders slump, tears burning in your eyes as you could see a tear rolling down Elvis’ cheek. He quickly wipes it away and looks at the TV set, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Elvis, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” You exclaim breathlessly as you crawl closer to him and hide your face in his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His body tenses up but then he quickly relaxes under your touch and wraps his arms around your frame, placing one hand on the back of your head to press you firmer against him. “i didn’t mean to scare you like that, I really didn’t. I just thought it would be a fun prank for Halloween. I never thought it’d turn out like this.”

It was never your intention to truly hurt Elvis or emotionally scare him. Deep down inside, Elvis knows this and he feels a little guilty about giving you the cold shoulder for a week, but he doesn’t feel the need to apologize to you for that. Instead, he accepts your apology with a long tender kiss and then cups your cheeks as he looks into your eyes.

“You can prank me, baby, jus’… no more pranks like that, okay?” He whispers as he brushes some hair out of your face, thumbing a tear away from the corner of your eye. You nod, promising him that you’ll never do something like this again and keep it at small pranks only.

 

That same night, you and Elvis stand outside at the back of Graceland, watching the ouija board melt into mush in the firepit.

He wasn’t going to take any chances and forbids you to play with a board like that for the rest of your life. You have no problem promising him that you will never touch another ouija board again and content with your answer, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and looks at the flames.

“Don’t ever do that to me again, Little,” he whispers as he presses his nose into your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo before he kisses your head. You wrap your arm around his waist and hold him close as you nod, resting your head against his chest. “I can’t lose ya. Ever.”

“I promise, Elvis,” you say as you raise your head and look up at him, kissing his chin. “You’ll never lose me. Even the Devil can’t take me away from you.”

He grins at your words and pecks your lips, but then he pulls his head back and looks past you, frowning. Curious, you look over your shoulder and a hot feeling of fear immediately spreads throughout your chest, widening your eyes as you see two man wearing scary wolf masks stalking toward you and Elvis.

It was only you and your boyfriend at the house tonight, but still when one of the men grabs you and a few others that came from the other side of the premises grab Elvis, you scream at the top of your lungs for help. It doesn’t do much and your vision is taken from you as you’re being blindfolded, a hand being placed firmly over your mouth.

You were thrown in the back of a car and after driving for what felt like hours, you were being lifted out of the car. You couldn’t speak as one of the men had shoved what you guessed was a tie in your mouth because you wouldn’t stop cussing at them in the back of the car. You were surprised they hadn’t knocked you unconscious yet.

You were terrified of what was to come, but more so you were worried sick about Elvis. The last thing you had seen were a couple of masked maniacs overpowering him and dragging him away. Having no idea where he was or if he was even still alive, you were determined to break free and get out of where ever you were.

You needed to get to Elvis. The thought of never seeing him again made your head spin, feeling like you were about to either faint or be ill.

Despite your inner turmoil, you didn’t stop fighting your kidnappers. Not even as you were being placed on a chair, your hands tied behind your back and your ankles tied together. As the fabric was pulled out of your mouth, you were about to scream again until your blindfold was taken off. As your eyes adjust to your surroundings, you widen your eyes when you see Elvis and the Memphis Mafia standing in front of you, all wearing shit eating grins.

You realise you’re sitting in the pool room.

The guys all burst out into rumbling laughter, Elvis included, and he bends down to be at your eye level, his hands placed on his knees as he grins.

“Honey, I’m gon’ say this once and for all,” he bites his lip as he laughs, that mischievous little boy gleam in his eyes. “Don’t prank the master.”

You sarcastically laugh along with him as he unties you, glaring at Lamar who was having an uncontrollable fit of giggles when he tells you you should’ve seen yourself when him and Sonny were driving you around the block to make you think you were being taken somewhere else.

You stand up from the chair as Elvis has let you free and grab a poolstick from the wall. Red snickers.

“We should probably start runnin’ now, huh?”

“Yup.” Elvis smirks, popping the ‘P’ as he shoves the guys out of the way and starts making a run for it. You were immediately hot on all of their heels, your main suspect being Elvis, as you yell profanities at them while trying not to laugh.

Both you and Elvis know that this was only the start of what would become a very, very long prank war and you’re determined to take his title away from him, although you doubted you’d succeed at that.

As long as it didn’t involve ouija boards and any kind of demonic possession, Elvis was ready for whatever you had planned for him. But just to be absolutely sure, he made a mental reminder to have Lisa Marie stay at Graceland for Halloween next year so he could benefit of the free candy and admire your matching costumes with his daughter rather than thinking he was going to have to give you up to the Devil.

Because one way or another, he would shoot the sonofabitch.

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[generational-atrophy]

decay of angels celebrating halloween with their s/o

0.9k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: vulgar language, other than that, none!

a/n: wanted to do a seasonal one and I got a req for Halloween with nikolai but I couldn't understand it. dear anon what were u trying to say. pls

Fyodor

- Fyodor is not a fan of Halloween. It's rare for him to celebrate anything, much less a heathenous one like Halloween.

“Being so excited about ghouls... it seems the masses are finally showing their true faces.”

- He'll join you in whatever you want to do, but he would never help you hand out candy. However, he doesn't mind relaxing with you on the couch if you only have to run to the door a couple of times.

- (Plus, then he'd get to steal some of the candy. He hates it, but he does have quite a sweet tooth.)

- As for costumes, there's no way he'd dress up as anything silly. Every year, he just wears one of his fancy outfits and goes as a “catholic.” Which, like, yes... but he's just dressing a little different than normal.

- He will not do couples costumes. Ever.

- Although, he does appreciate the cover that Halloween can provide for him. He's found that law enforcement are often much more lenient on that day, and he always manages to take advantage of that somehow.

- Other than that, he doesn't care for Halloween at all. He doesn't like scary movies, he hates the gaudy decorations, and most importantly he hates having fun.

- He would completely abandon you on Halloween if he wasn't so paranoid about something happening if he did.

“Those hooligans outside... their faces are covered in cheap masks. If they were to do something to you, you could not even identify them afterwards!”

“But-”

“No, you aren't leaving. That's final.”

- Especially if you wear anything even a little more revealing than usual. Then he's glued to your side all night. For more reasons than just protection...

- Basically, Fyodor is a little hater. Go hang out with Nikolai instead.

Nikolai

- To Nikolai, every day of the year is Halloween. So, when the time comes around that it's Halloween for everyone else too, he's over the moon.

- Don't expect him to come along to a party or something like that, though. He's very firm in his plans every year.

- First, he decorates homes with tons of creepy shit. No, he doesn't decorate his own home. He goes along random streets flinging dead bodies (fake and real!) into people's yards along with covering front doors in cobwebs.

- Then, he sets up an (illegal) haunted house in a nearby abandoned warehouse. People come from miles away to participate, and only a few died in the process (:

”Ah, Y/N! Guess how we got more props for next year tonight!“

- Lastly, at night, he wanders around either 1. vandalizing anyone who didn't decorate or 2. scratching at people's bedroom windows and whistling like a ghost.

- You are always welcome to join him on his Halloween tirade but don't expect him to slow down for you. He's a busy delinquent!

- As for costumes, he always goes all out. Every year he gets a new one. A couple of years he's even been on stilts!

- But a few notable ones were: Black shadow creature with glowing red eyes, spiderlegged mask man, “Spike Boy“ (That one was really bad...) and Fyodor if he got love as a child! (That one was also really bad, but just for him.)

- He'd be totally willing to do a couple's costume though! Though, with one stipulation; that if you dress slutty, he has to too.

- On Halloween, he would really like to spend more time with you. Maybe one year you two will spend the night just peacefully giving out candy. But until then, he is way too much of a lunatic that night to act like anything close to a boyfriend.

(Actually… maybe you shouldn’t hang out with Nikolai on Halloween after all…)

Sigma

- Sigma definitely isn't the biggest Halloween fan, but he doesn't mind it. It's a fun excuse to make some kids happy, even if he does hate the more scary stuff.

- Usually, he isn't too easily scared, but it's different around Halloween. When he has to worry about people acting crazy and going out of their way to hurt or scare everyone... it puts him on edge. When he's that stressed out, anything scares him.

”Why do people have to go all out every year? Isn't this holiday supposed to be about kids?“

”It's about fun!“

”What's fun about crimes?!“

- So, because of that, he prefers staying at home all night. Going to parties or events makes him worry about teenagers vandalizing his place (like from a movie) so, he isn't heading out all night. And because he loves you, he'll make you stay home too.

- The most decorating he'll do for Halloween is a couple of pumpkins, maybe a sign or two. But that's it unless you want to do more.

- He does really love couple's costumes though. Every year, he tries to come up with something cute and easy for the two of you to do.

- Other than that, all his costumes are pretty basic. He doesn't care about looking creepy, he just wants to be comfortable. For a couple of years, his only costume was a big animal onesie.

- One of his favourite things about Halloween is the sweets! He absolutely adores handing out candy. Plus, sometimes, he'll bake some fall sweets for the two of you.

- He's one of those people who REALLY like pumpkin spice, so he loves the excuse to put it in EVERYTHING.

- But he basically only likes the holiday because it forces you two to hang out and relax.

- That is, when you're far away from Nikolai. He's scared of that man normally; but on Halloween? Makes him shiver.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

HCs: Stereotypical Barbie, Beach Ken, & Allan reacting to their S/O dressing up as them for Halloween

Note: Made this a little bit "meta" (and by that I mean the characters are aware that their outfits exist as marketable costumes in the Real World).

........

Stereotypical Barbie

Among the many things she learned (and is still learning) about the Real World, it's that the "glorification of rampant consumerism" went beyond her toyline and made a LOT of sense during Halloween.

She never expected to see her western, jumpsuit, and gingham outfits stuffed into bags when you both visit a Spirit Halloween store (although it was neat seeing an entire section dedicated to Barbie).

And she was especially surprised to learn that "Barbie and Ken" were gonna be one of the most popular couples' costumes this year (it's a little awkward for her since she's not with Ken anymore, but she won't complain much).

Speaking of costumes, she never understood why so many of them had to be bloody and scary--or cute, bloody, and scary all rolled into one.

She'll quickly gloss over them and hurry back to the cute costumes, often tugging you along with her before you can protest.

Compared to Barbieland, Halloween is...definitely celebrated differently here.

She still doesn't get why humans would wanna buy fake severed limbs for decorations, nor why they created such scary lifelike robots.

But she does a total 180 when a girl dressed up in her western outfit passes her by on Halloween night, saying "Hi Barbie" with such a big smile on her face.

Suddenly, she likes this holiday a little bit better, especially after seeing other ladies posting their own Barbie-inspired Halloween costumes on social media.

It's the scariest season, and yet there's so much joy going around as she realizes women are still coming together and lifting each other up!

Her happiness only grows when she arrives at your doorstep with candy, and you surprise her by dressing up as a Barbie yourself!

When she realizes you chose one of her outfits specifically, she can't stop gushing over you.

It's touching, especially since she wasn't really a "remarkable" Barbie doll; you literally could have picked any other doll's outfit to inspire your costume...

And yet out of all of them, you wanted to be her.

It genuinely made her feel special and so so loved.

Beach Ken

Like Barbie, he had very different expectations of Halloween.

He learned men were usually the ones who "protected" their partners from the scary stuff. So he tries his best.

Yet he's always the one curling up in your lap and/or hiding his face whenever a mild jumpscare happens in a movie.

But he loves loves loves dressing up for the holiday and decorating (although at times he forgets and will accidentally scare himself if he bumps into the decor--ie hanging bats).

He insists on being a cowboy this year (toy horse stick included) and reaaaally hopes you'll match with him.

Instead, you have a better idea and surprise him by your costume:

It's him!

Or more specifically one of his outfits (beach, dance party, rollerblade, western, kenough hoodie, etc.) that you either picked up online or handcrafted yourself over the course of several months/weeks.

Regardless, he's gonna cry when he realizes that you chose to dress up as him, of all people.

For the longest time, Ken looked towards other people for inspiration, especially when he first learned about the patriarchy.

But to learn that he's YOUR inspiration???

He feels like the luckiest man/doll alive.

Hell, you wore his outfit better than him somehow.

When you both are walking up and down the street, he's delighted seeing other people dressed in his western or rollerblade outfits (never mind them being so cheaply-made and mass produced), glad that the Real World's starting to appreciate Ken again.

But compared to you?

You were a ten.

Allan

He was sorta adamant towards Halloween, at first.

If anything, he worries for your sanity (and perhaps humanity's sanity as a whole) after you showed him some classic horror movies.

Poor guy is just baffled as to why anybody would like seeing that kind of stuff...and how it doesn't keep them wide awake at night.

But once you tell Allan about all the other customs and traditions, he partakes in them--although anything involving blood is a no-go for him.

On Halloween night, you both agree to just kick back and hand out candy to trick-or-treaters.

His "costume" is the outfit he usually had on in Barbieland, but he's worried that it pales in comparison to whatever you're planning to wear.

All you said over text was that it's a "big surprise", so he's anxious to see it.

He's well aware of Barbie and Ken having their own costumes, and he tries not to sulk about there being no Allan costumes in this world.

Yet when he opens the door, he nearly drops the candy bowl upon seeing you wearing a similarly striped shirt, shorts, and sandals.

You decided to dress up as him!! As an Allan doll!!

Now he finally realizes why you've spent hours couped up in your room.

There's a good chance he's gonna get all weepy over this (and frantically claim that it's allergies when a few concerned trick-or-treaters come up to the door a minute later).

But now he takes back whatever he said about nobody in the Real World caring about Allan.

Because you cared.

[hunniegl4zed]

Okay, it’s August, so now it’s time to think of spooky scary Halloweeny headcanons for the gang.

I’d like to know what yours might be for everyone! 👀👀

ITS ALWAYS SPOOKY MONTH (Also my birthday is this month as well!! 🥳💀💀)

Sonic: Will transform into Werehog Sonic and goes out trick-or-treating with Chip, Tails and Knuckles. Wants to have a good time

Shadow: The one with the BEST costum EVER. Hand-made of course and make-up that can kill. The Halloween Queen 🖤💅

Scourge: Fun fact, Halloween is the first time he got into Drag. For funsies, he got all dolled up and went outside. Once back home, released it was more than just fun and eversince got into Drag more deeply.

Nazo: Joins Shadow in ranks, both of them get super serious about Halloween and the outfits. They plan their shit a year before and make sure that every teeny-tiny little detail is perfect~ ✨️✨️

Seelkadoom: Gets a good laugh out of making Silver cry. Joined by Aeon, they hold the contest of "most-people-scared". Their costumes are almost cosplay-fantasy like, raomong the streets like real creatures that haunt your nightmares.

Aeon: Has the Horror movie lore rooted DEEPLY, so she makes sure her costumes aren't there to "wow, slay 💅" , but to "wow, slay 😨💀". She puts in so much effort to really tribute the movie her costume is from.

Drake: Finally allowing DC (Dark Chaos Drake) to take control over their body, allowing him his time of freedom. Roaming the streets, getting candy and probably will scare kids and grown ups alike for good fun.

Amy: Stays home with Cream and Vanilla, baking all kinds of sweet treats to give to the people ringing their door bell.

Rouge: Since Knuckles is gone, this is her time to FINALLY GET THE MASTER EMERALD! But on the way get distracted with all the lovely costumes of everyone.

Blaze: Goes trick-or-treating with Silver, guard dog attitude and tells people to screw off if they mess with him.

Silver: Gets scared super easily, most likely sticks to Blaze like glue since he's so scared. Does hand over his candy if a kid didn't end up getting some.

[yichuuonvenus]

The Party- I

Ethan Landry x Reader

Tainted Love- chapters

~Warnings~

Rape/Non-con, Loss of Virginity, Cock Warming, Dacryphilia, Knifeplay, Forced Orgasms, Corruption, Murder, Blood, Nightmares, Stalking, Underage Drinking, Attempted assault, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Forced Relationship, Dacryphilia, Isolation, Attempted assault

You and Tara got ready, giggling as Quinn was in the other room. Another one of her boy toys was over. You couldn’t remember the names of the men she had in her room. Paul? Was this one’s name? Ryan? You couldn’t care enough to remember. But it’s nice to remember things that have nothing to do with what was going on in your mind at all times. 

 “Tara…” you quietly asked as music played to cover Quinn’s vigorous lovemaking. 

Sza was on, Ghost in the Machine calming the air. 

“Yeah?” She said as she finished her eye makeup. 

“Are you sure we should be going to this party?” You said as your hands fiddled with themselves. Picking at the skin causes your nails to bleed and crack from doing it constantly. Ever since… 

“You sound like Sam,” she said with a laugh. 

“I just- never mind,” you said, throwing yourself on the bed stomach down. 

“Hey hey, it’s going to be okay. It’s just going to be a night of fun. A night of forgetting,” she said as she stared in the mirror before making her way over to you. “Let’s go make bad choices.” 

You both laughed as you exited the room. 

You were dressed like Little Red Riding Hood. It was a cute outfit. A puffy skirt with cute black lace all over the bodice. You had a black ribbon in your hair. The one Sam gave you at the age of 6. You could remember how much you cried from Chad bullying you for still carrying around your stuffed animal. She gave you it along with a few cookies. You could still remember the smile on your face when you saw Chad in time-out. 

You made your way out into the street hailing a taxi with ease from living in the city for a good couple of months now. 

You were thriving in this new environment. You were truly so happy. 

The taxi ride was filled with playful banter. The driver was silent for the whole drive. It should’ve had you on edge but you didn’t want to be untruthful to people and live in constant fear. So you chose to ignore it. When you finally got to the house, what frat house you didn’t know, you jumped out so quickly Tara couldn’t help but follow your movements. 

“Chill out Road Runner, the party is not going anywhere,” she said with a chuckle. 

“Sorry, I’m just so excited.” A lie and you both knew it. 

“Hey, guys!!” Anika shouted in delight. She hugged the both of you. 

“Hi,” you said with a smile. You didn’t know Anika all that well. All you knew was that she was the pretty girlfriend to Mindy.

“So you all ready to partayyy,” Chad said with a hearty laugh. 

“Ugh if it will get you to shut up, yes! Lead the way,” Mindy replied. 

Chad glared at her before making his way towards the front of the group leading the way. 

You were in the back of the group with Ethan. He was dressed in an interesting costume, one you knew of. 

“Murder party huh?” You asked. Your red hood was on the top of your head almost shielding your eyes leading you to pull down the hood. 

“You… are you talking to me?” Ethan said with a gasp. 

“Well yeah who else would be dressed as one of the characters from that movie,” I giggled. 

“Well uh… yeah. You know the movie?”

“Yeah, my dad is a very big fan of scary movies. I only watched a few with him. They freak me out.” You quietly said. 

It was quiet the rest of the walk down. Ethan was nerdy, super very nerdy. You found it a little endearing but you couldn’t help but ignore that growing feeling you’ve hated with a vengeance. 

Ever since Wes, you couldn’t even think about dating again. You couldn’t even look at men the same. Not only because he held no interest in you but for Tara. But the fact he was killed by one of, who you believed was a friend. You’ve grown scared of forming relationships but you knew you had to for the sake of Tara. Of your friends. 

When you guys entered the house everyone immediately scattered leaving you with Chad and Ethan. 

“Looks like only the best people are left,” he said as he raised his hand for a high five. 

You couldn’t help but grimace with a smile and high-five him. 

“That’s what I’m talking about!” 

The party was just like the movies. The combination of drunk college kids and music blasting through the house made it a fun atmosphere. 

You couldn’t help but be alone for most of the night. Nursing a cup as you watch drunk people chug the rest of a keg. You wished you could enjoy this type of life. But you couldn’t. Not with your dark past hanging over you. You almost died last year and all you wanted to do was forget about it and try to move on. 

You kept chugging down drinks. It made you dizzy and a bit nauseous but you kept doing it. Until it caused you to tip over, before you could fall on the floor someone caught you by your elbow. He was tall and with dark green eyes and light blonde hair. He reminded you of a Golden Retriever puppy. 

“You alright?” His voice was so sweet and soft it made you want to cry. 

“I- I’m fine…” you said quietly pulling your arm away from the mystery man. 

His eyes were fixed into a worried position and he frowned a bit. 

“Are you sure?” 

You almost sobbed because you knew you weren’t all right. You held the tears back as well as you could. 

“Hey hey… it’s okay,” he said, helping you sit down on a chair. “Lemme get you some water.” 

He left you for a bit and you sat there with unfocused eyes staring at the world around you. You could faintly see Tara talking to who you knew infamously as Date rape Frankie. 

You couldn’t help but stand back up and go to Tara. 

“Tara… where are you going?” You slurred your words and were stumbling over each other quite a bit. 

“I’m going upstairs with this guy,” she said also in a slurry haze. 

He looked like an asshole from the way he spoke and the way he stared at you. 

“Honestly you can come along too. I've always wanted a three-way,” the man said. 

You wanted to throw up all over him but your eyes remained on Tara. 

“I think- I don’t think you should,” you quietly said. Trying your best to stay upright. 

Tara noticed your state but she was too fucked up to even do anything.

“I’m fine trust me…” she said and that was when they started to go further to the foyer. Anika was swift at pulling Tara. 

“Hey… you wanna call it a night?” Anika said worries flooded her features. 

Tara was hesitant but for some reason, words just fell out of her mouth. 

“I think I’m gonna hang. But you guys don’t have to wait for me.” 

Frankie spoke up before you could try to persuade her. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her. I’m Frankie-” 

“Anddd I’m spectacularly uninterested in knowing anything about you.” You couldn’t stop the small giggle leaving you before you quickly quieted from Frankie’s glare. “You’ve had too much, Tara.” 

“I’m not that bad, I swear. Thanks for checking on me.” 

You watched as they started to get closer to the stairs. Anika huffed and left. You didn’t know where she went. 

“Hey, why did you leave?” the blonde boy from earlier said. He had a cute pleading look that had your heart hammering. 

“My- my friend she…” All you could do was point at them as soon as the boy saw who it was he grimaced. You both watched as Anika showed back up with Chad and Ethan trailing behind them. 

“Heyyy, pal. No private tours for this one, ‘kay?” Chad said covering his anger with his broish tone. 

“Sorry, bro, I didn’t catch that,” Frankie said unamused by the group of people stopping him. 

“Yeah, bro, you did. Tara’s good down here-”

“It’s fine, Chad. I want to,” Tara muttered. 

“See, Chad? She wants to.”

It was quick the way it all happened. Frankie grabbed Tara by the arm but then Chad grabbed Frankie by the shirt before he could land a punch Sam appeared out of nowhere. All you saw then was Sam tasering Frankie. 

“Don’t ever put your hands on my sister!” Sam said. 

“Shit…” you said under your breath. “I have to go.” 

You couldn’t stop to talk to the blonde-haired boy before Mindy had your arm and pulled you out. 

“I didn’t catch your name!” he yelled, shocked by the whole scene in front of him. 

“You’ll probably never will,” Mindy yelled back with a laugh. She eyed you and cocked an eyebrow. You shrugged as she held you upright. 

Tara was already on the road. Embarrassment is written all over her features. 

“Tara!” Sam called.

You already knew how this was going to go, another fight. You stood behind Ethan, you had lost Mindy along the way so you were holding onto him too drunk to even stand on your own. His arm was wrapped around you, protectively. You shut out the screaming but your ears perked up as you were dragged into the conversation. 

“You could’ve got hurt or worse! LOOK AT Y/N, she can barely stand!” Sam screamed. As if everyone suddenly remembered your presence you turned and hid inside Ethan's chest. The cardboard part of his clothes was digging into your skin but you didn’t care, you just wanted all the eyes on you to disappear. 

Chad decided to speak up not wanting Sam to be more upset than she already was, “Sam let's just chill out-”

But before he could finish what he was saying a girl threw a drink at Sam as they shouted murderer. Chad and Tara made sure to hold her back as she screamed at them. You kinda blanked out the rest of the night and when you woke up you were in a bed. One you recognized as Tara's. It was still very dark, the moon was glimmering in the night sky. You stood up, your movements were slow but not in a drunken stupor. 

You heard the TV low and steady no one was talking, not even faint whispering could be heard. The room was deathly silent.

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[lillyspeakz]

I'm scared to ask but argbur halloween walk? [Fluff]

-Sam/Simpbur [idk which to use lmao they both work for this occasion]

i love this a lot….

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It was cold out like usual, the seasons changing as the leaves fell off their respected trees and changed into all sorts of yellows, oranges and reds. Pumpkins lined the staircases of apartments and houses, funky faces carved out of them as a candle flickered inside them. There were still some stragglers outside, all results from trick or treating and trying to make their last rounds before it got to late and they all had to go home.

You had always loved Halloween, the weather always being perfect to you, the movies that came out, the sweaters and sweatpants, and don’t forget about the candy! But the walks were your favorite.

Feeling the wind blow against your face, making your nose turn red as you snuggled into your oversized sweatshirt you stole from Wilbur, as well as his beanie. He always said how they looked better on you, already having too many. You also managed to drag Wilbur out as well, even if he was already cold and complained all the time of the added air pressing against his skin. You made up for it with tea and cuddles once you were home, which he appreciated very deeply.

As you walked in the middle of the road, streets blocked off from the trick or treating that you had just participated in, complimenting all the costumes and outfits you both saw, Wilbur’s hand in yours as you held into his arm as well, getting impossibly closer. Kids ran around you two, giggling and showing each other how much candy was in their bags, already talking about trading with one another before even seeing what the other had. It made you giggle a little, missing when all you had to worry about was getting as much candy as possible and making sure your costume was the best in the neighborhood.

Wilbur looked down at you with a small smile, judging you slightly as you looked back at him. “What are you thinking about?” The man asked in a delicate tone, soft and quiet, not to disturb the atmosphere around the two as crickets and wind blowing past was the only sounds you could hear.

Shaking your head, you leaned it against his arm as you trudged along. “Just- I miss Halloween as a kid. dressing up as silly characters and racing my friends to different houses and seeing who could get more candy. I always pulled the classic ‘oh my friends sick and wanted to go trick or treating…. Would you be so kind?’ As I held out the bag-“

“You were one of those kids?!” Wilbur gasped jokingly as you shoved your shoulder into him, his laugh breaking the silence as you glared at him with a smile.

“Hey! You would’ve been a lucky guy to be friends with me as a kid, I shared some of my candy with people….” You said as you smirked at the man next to you, his eyebrow raising in question as he hummed in question. “I did! Maybe not a lot, but a good amount!”

“I believe you, considering we shared a whole bag of candy last week while watching a movie.” Wilbur wrapped his arm around your shoulders as he pulled your closer, kissing your head as he did. His lips were freezing but they have been for a good while, still not knowing why. You didn’t push it but, you could tell something was happening.

“You enjoyed it just as much as I did, darling.” You nuzzled into his chest, walking a bit more before making it to the park, Wilbur leaning against the equipment as you hid your face in his chest.

His hand came up to the back of your head as he played with your hair, numb fingers running through the warm silk layers, lips leaving small sweet kisses on your crown as he hummed in agreement.

“I did enjoy it. Especially when you’d jump into my arms after getting scared at the littlest turn-“

“It was scary! That movie was unpredictable and I hated it…” you poured up at him as he chuckled at you, a wide smile on his face as he brought one of his hands to cup your cheek, caressing the crease your eyes made and then rubbing your bottom lip, sighing out.

“Well I’m glad I could protect you my love, from all the… scary things that happened.” Wilbur teased as he leaned down to your height, another laugh coming out as you poured more and slapped his chest gently.

“Stop making fun of me. You know I don’t like scary stuff.” You said as you continued to lean into him, a small smile taking over your expression as his own smile widened even more.

“You love it.”

“You know me too well.” You whispered to him as your lips collided with his in a slow bit messy kiss, both of your lips freezing from the wind. Yet the touch from both of them being on one another helped the blood circulation continue, making your lips swollen and red. The kiss continued as Wil’s hands cupped your face, pulling you impossibly closer as you wrapped your arms around his waist, rubbing his torso and chest as you did.

As the late night started to make itself known, a gush of colder wind came over the two of you, making you shiver and pull away, gravitating towards Wilbur’s big coat to try and fit yourself into. You still found him surprisingly warm after all of it, which you were grateful for, taking advantage of it.

“Can we go home now?” You asked, words muffled as your face was buried in the man’s chest, arms wrapped around your shoulders as your own were around his waist.

He chuckled slightly as he rubbed your shoulders, humming in agreement as he begrudgingly pulled away from you, cupping your face once more and pecking your frozen nose. “Let’s go, won’t take long.” Wil whispered to you as he held out his hand for you to take. You quickly took the joint as you stayed as close to him as you could, not being immune to this weather like he was.

As you walked back you both took in the decorations that would soon be taken down, and the Halloween music that people left one after trick or treating. Some people were still outside, enjoying the last remnants of Halloween night as they could, making you smile at the bittersweet moment.

“I wish Halloween was everyday….”

“Are you trying to make us crazy?”

“….maybe.”

[ftmtf-doll]

I missed Halloween, but here is one for you. It's more of a story but whatever. You are out trick or treating on Halloween even though some say you are too old for trick or treating. You are in an old schoolgirl outfit, as it is the closest thing you had for a costume. As you walk down the street, you notice a man wearing a burglar's mask and a very realistic plastic knife. You brush it off as you continue down the street. You notice that he is getting closer to you. You eventually just decide to go home once you don't see the man behind you. As you get home, you decide to watch a scary movie and eat the candy you got from trick or treating. About half-way through the movie, you think you hear the side door open, but chalk it up to being part of the movie. You continue to watch it as I get close behind you. I stand behind you staring at your breasts I eventually move in and push you down on the couch and flip up your skirt, and pull the knife out and threaten you with it. You quickly stop resisting out of fear of being stabbed, and let me take off my pants. I quickly get to work removing our underwear before thrusting inside of your pussy. As I fuck your pussy, I look around and notice a bottle of testosterone lying around, and immediately start groping your tits now that I know you're just a fakeboy. I keep one hand on your tits and another on the knife near your neck. You feel as I speed up my thrusting before finishing inside of you. After a few minutes I get up and leave your house. A few days later you meet a nice man and start going on dates. You eventually start to get sick in the mornings and take a pregnancy test to find out that you are pregnant with the masked intruder's child. You come to your new boyfriend for guidance and he says to keep the baby. You originally protest, but he eventually convinces you to keep it. Your boyfriend slowly convinces you to detransition for the child's sake. As he wants the child to have a proper mother. So you go along with it. You eventually give birth and notice that the baby does share some resemblance to your new boyfriend. As you go home and go to bed you wake up to find him in on top of you with knife in hand wearing the same mask as the intruder on Halloween. You quickly make the connection as I start groping your big pregnant tits and make you submit to me. to being a woman. Happy late Halloween.

I've been keeping this in my inbox cause it's just so hot🥵 I need this to happen to me so badly you have no idea

[baddreamsandoldbones]

Hellcheer Week Day 8 - Scare Actor

My laptop is unusable, it's taking a while to upload everything. Trying to catch up @hellcheerweek

Against her better judgment, she was persuaded to go out for Halloween. 

“You should go,” Eddie says, shifting gears. “Come on, it’s not like we have much on for Halloween.”

“Aside from possessions,” Chrissy says, because despite everything Halloween is never the pleasant break they expect. “And that thing with the scarecrows. And last year, when that warlock poisoned the pumpkin pie eating contest.”

“Well, it’s probably unlikely that will happen again,” Eddie counters firmly. He’s driving her home, something that he does every day. She’s tried telling him that he doesn’t need to - especially not on Tuesdays, when she has practice and he has to wait for an extra hour after school ends. But he always insists, pointing out the frequent vampire attacks around town happening lately. “You should go.”

“It might be fun,” Chrissy admits. She doesn’t often go to parties anymore, too occupied with Eddie and her other supernatural activities. She’s isolated herself from some of her old friends because of it, whether she meant to or not. She just has other priorities now. 

“Then you should go. I know you don’t see your friends much anymore. And I’ve got a shift anyway.”

Chrissy frowns. He’s been working too hard lately, picking up shifts at Benny’s and the garage and now a haunted house. She wonders if he and his uncle are in some kind of trouble, and if so, why he hasn’t told her. 

“Another one?” she asks and he shrugs, pulling onto her street. 

“Just at the Haunted house,” he says. Chrissy can see her house up ahead, the one jack-o-lantern that her mother had agreed to have on their porch. Laura Cunningham doesn’t do tacky Halloween decorations. “It’s the last one. Pays pretty well.”

“Sucks we can’t be together,” Chrissy says miserably. Eddie pulls over by the sidewalk - he never pulls into their drive, perhaps fearing the wrath of Laura. 

“I know,” he says. “But I’ll see you tomorrow. We’ll have a delayed Halloween. All the scary movies and leftover candy you could want.”

So she went out. It only takes her five minutes to regret it.

“Nice outfit,” Heather says, tugging on one of the wings strapped to Chrissy’s back. She doesn’t know how Heather found her in this crowded room, music blasting until the pictures on the walls rattle in their frames. Tina’s Halloween parties are legendary and she’d held one every year since middle school. As they got older the punch became more alcohol than fruit and the seven minutes in heaven disappeared in favor of couples groping in dark corners. “Fitting.”

“It’s Romeo and Juliet,” Chrissy says anxiously, because she’d loved that movie. When she had to think about choosing a costume, it had all been too easy to pick Juliet’s frothy white dress. The white dress that brushes her thighs was something she bought at the mall, even though she shivers in the cool air, protected only by the little straps over her shoulders. All she’d had to do was find a pair of heels and buy a pair of wings from the local costume store. 

She would have pushed for a couples costume but Eddie was working at the haunted house, dressed up in something covered in fake blood. 

“Good film,” Heather says, with a nod. Heather has her dark hair twisted into plaits that hang over the white collar of her dress. Her costume would be fairly obvious, even without the dismembered hand that she’s holding. “Come on, we’re this way. We’re going to hang out here and then head over to Archie’s party after this.”

“How many Halloween parties are there?” Chrissy asks, swerving past a pack of Spice Girls (one Ginger, two Babies and minus a Posh Spice), and Heather just flashes her a grin. 

“Like five?” she says. “They’re all trying to one up each other…we can hit as many as we want. Stacey’s folks never lock their liquor cabinet…look who’s here!”

Chrissy is met by hugs from every girl and the nerves unravel themselves just a little at the warm welcome. She’d worried she’d feel like an outsider after so long, be ostracized for her relationship with Eddie. But aside from Carol’s comment about her virginal halo, she feels as part of the group as she ever was. 

Someone pushes a red cup into her hand and when she drinks she finds that the fruitiness of the punch has a familiar kick to it, something that burns down the back of her throat. She sinks into a spare seat and lets the conversation wash over her. 

“No Steve?” Becky asks, twisting her head around to look hopefully across the crowd. She’s had an unfortunate, unrequited crush on Steve since she transferred in their junior year. Chrissy just sips at her drink, wondering if Becky knows quite how far she’s barking up the wrong tree. 

“He never does anything fun anymore,” Stacey agrees, adjusting her little cat ears. They keep slipping down her glossy blonde hair, and her drawn on whiskers are already smudged from the heat.  

“Like someone else we know,” Carol mutters, just out of Chrissy’s eye-line. 

The vision hits her before she can form a retort. 

The problem with visions is that it’s like an out of body experience. She knows that the cup in her hand slips, that it will crash to the ground and spill a vivid stain of red over the carpet but she’s powerless to stop it. 

By the time the liquid is spilling across her bare toes, she’s already somewhere else. 

The pain is immense, even more so than usual, as Chrissy is thrown into multiple different images at once. All she can do is dig her nails into her scalp, trying desperately to hold on and not scream in agony. 

And finally, finally…it subsides. Chrissy tastes blood in her mouth and realizes that she must have bitten down just a fraction too hard in her efforts not to scream.

“Are you okay?” Tina asks anxiously, pressing a cool hand against Chrissy’s back. Chrissy breathes steadily through her nose, trying to push past the pain. She spends so much time around the Slayerettes that she forgets how hard it is to be with people who don’t know the truth about her. 

“Headache,” Chrissy forces out from between gritted teeth. “Must be the alcohol.”

“You’re out of practice,” Carol says, taking another lazy sip of punch. But Heather just scowls at her before turning back to Chrissy. 

“Can we get you anything?” she asks and Chrissy just shakes her head. She feels trapped all of a sudden, a hot flush climbing up her chest even in her ethereal outfit. 

“I need to go outside,” Chrissy insists and pushes herself up. Tina and Heather hover with uncertainty, Heather’s hands outstretched to catch her as Chrissy wobbles dangerously in her heels. “I just…need some fresh air.”

“Do you want us to come with you?” Becky calls after her, but Chrissy just waves a hand. She needs to be alone for this. 

She pushes her way through drunken party goers, searching for peace and cool air. It’s already too hot in here, the many writhing twisting bodies, high on sugar and alcohol, ensuring that they will dance well past the witching hour. Chrissy avoids an alien, two werewolves and a pack of Charlie’s angels, before she escapes through the front door. 

Only then does she feel like she can breathe, taking several deep, relieved breaths. The air outside smells faintly of weed and cotton candy but it’s cold and brings clarity back to her aching head. 

What was that? She’s never had a vision like that before, so distorted and fragmented. She usually sees a vision in crystal clarity, as though she were there herself. Nothing like this. 

She walks out to the sidewalk, away from the assorted people smoking and torching on the front porch. She paces, trying to remember as much as she can. She gets visions for a reason, for a far heavier destiny than other women in her family. It means that this Halloween will not be so peaceful after all. 

She saw a grandfather clock. She saw spiders, an old mirror, and a radio. The house looked old and expensive, judging by the carved wood on the banisters and the grand chandelier in the hallway. She saw a swirl of a dark cape, an ax, a bowl of blood. She saw bodies piled up on the floor and - the memory makes her shudder - one of them was barely nine years old, blood caked in her blonde ringlets. 

None of it makes any sense. Why so many? Why nothing useful? She needs something to use to track down whatever terrifying thing is happening tonight. 

Ugh, Robin will not be pleased by her ruined night off. 

“Hey!” someone shouts and Chrissy turns to see Heather and the others rushing out towards her. Heather throws an arm around her. 

“We’re going to head to one of the other parties. You coming?” Heather asks. 

Chrissy’s about to refuse, claiming that she needs to go home when she realizes that there’s no point. Something’s happening in Hawkins tonight and maybe the best way to find it is to walk through the streets. 

“Sure,” she says, forcing herself to smile. “Why not?”

<hr>

It’s still early enough that trick-or-treaters still roam the streets, mingling with party goers and high schoolers. Chrissy wraps her arms around herself, trying not to flinch at every high-pitched scream or wail that echoes down Cornwallis. 

Someone in a demon costume howls at the group as he runs past, and while most of the girls scream and giggle, Chrissy turns her head, looking for genuine signs of distress amongst the revelry. 

“Are you sure that you’re okay?” Heather asks quietly, slowing her pace so she can dip her head next to Chrissy’s. “You’re not…acting like yourself.” Chrissy shrugs. She wishes Eddie were here, or Robin or Steve. Someone who might understand. 

“I’m fine,” she lies. Heather frowns. 

“You’re not,” she insists, sidestepping another group of trick-or-treaters, carrying sacks. They’re dressed in khaki, despite the weather, and wide brimmed hats. 

“Why the fuck is the haunted house closed?” one of the kids complains and Chrissy whirls around. 

“What did you say?” she asks and the kid blinks at her, clearly thrown at being addressed by her. She knows him too - it’s Nancy Wheeler’s kid brother, being trailed by a group of kids in a strange assortment of outfits. It takes Chrissy a moment - and a glimpse of the toy dinosaurs that they’re carrying - that she realizes they’re from Jurassic Park.  

“The haunted house is shut,” he says, jabbing a thumb down the street. “We just tried to get in. None of the doors or windows will open.”

“Odd,” Tina says, with a lazy shrug of her shoulders. “I was supposed to go. Amy said she went yesterday and it was really realistic.”

“Shut how?” Chrissy demands, fear trickling down her spine. Heather tries to take her arm but she shakes her off with strength she didn’t even know she had. “Like locked? Like ‘we’re having technical difficulties, try again in a few minutes’?”

“No,” one of the other kids says, long red hair pulled back into a ponytail. Chrissy recognizes her too - it’s Billy’s stepsister. “Like…the windows are all boarded up.”

“I don’t think they can do that,” Becky points out, shivering a little in her Catwoman costume. “I mean, the building they’re using is already kind of a safety hazard. I don’t think they’d be allowed to shut off exits like that.”

“What building?” Chrissy asks. She hadn’t even asked Eddie before, hadn’t even thought of it. She’d meant to go with him earlier this week but she’d had to study for a test. And the house will be closed after tonight because today is Halloween…

And it’s fucking Halloween. Oh God, she should have thought of it sooner. Shit always happens on Halloween in Hawkins. 

“What house?” Chrissy asks, voice rising until it echoes down the street. Becky looks startled at being shouted at by someone in angel wings. 

“The old Creel house,” she says. “There was a murder suicide in the seventies so it’s been abandoned for ages. The owner said they could use it so long as they avoided the rooms that were really unsafe…”

Chrissy turns to Mike, digging in her purse for change. She shoves it into his hand, grateful for the heels that allow her to stare into his eyes. He’s growing like a weed, already set to be taller than his sister. 

“Go to that payphone and call this number,” she instructs, pulling out a pen. She scrawls the number on his hand, not even listening to his protests. “Do it. Or Nancy will make your life a living hell, I’ll make sure of it. Tell him to bring everyone to Creel house. Got it?”

Mike nods, mouth set in such a familiar pout that it’s jarring to see Nancy’s expressions on his face. 

One of the other kids opens his mouth, like he’s going to protest, and Chrissy stares him down before he even gets one syllable out. She needs them to call Murray to get everyone here. She could be wrong. Maybe there was an accident and they had to close the haunted house early. 

But somehow, she doesn’t think so. 

She turns and races down the street, ignoring the loud cries of her friends behind her. She hopes that Mike does as she asked, because she’s not quite sure what she’s going to do when she even gets there. 

It’s slow going, running in heels, each step a chance that she might fall and twist her ankle. She moves as quickly as she dares, stomach churning with each click of her heel on the asphalt. 

The haunted house has been open for a week, filled with bowls of peeled grapes, pinned dark fabric and scare actors to jump out in a variety of costumes. Eddie had been pleased to be assigned ‘ax murderer’ for some reason. 

“I get to chase people,” he’d said, with a toothy grin. “Down the main corridor. Should be great. Easy money.”

But the house wouldn’t be shut down, not tonight, not on the night that’s the peak of the event. Unless something terrible happened and somehow, she doubts it. Even if there had been an accident, she’d have seen ambulances or fire engines, and Keith would have stuck a notice out front to explain to customers. 

And if something like that had happened, there wouldn’t be this terrible feeling sliding down Chrissy’s back. 

She skids a little as she turns onto Mount Sinai, and it’s already looming in the distance. Every kid in town knows about the abandoned Creel house, even if the myths surrounding it tend to change. What was Eddie thinking, agreeing to go into a place like that? 

The house is dark and it shouldn’t be. They’d borrowed lights, as the house didn’t have any, and hooked them up to the next door’s outdoor sockets. The dim light worked for the event, and they’d effectively used glow sticks at strategic points to give the corridors an unearthly green glow. 

Chrissy stands on the sidewalk and catches her breath, furiously looking at every door, window and crevice. This isn’t the first time she’s stood in front of a house and been unable to shake the feeling that something isn’t right. 

She hears footsteps behind her - she hadn’t expected her friends to actually follow her. But they’re here, chests heaving and cheeks flushed. Even Carol, red lips pursed, has come too.

“That’s creepy,” Becky mutters, staring up at the house that Chrissy hasn’t taken her eyes off of. Eddie has to still be in there - he would have tried to contact her if he wasn’t. 

“Where is everyone?” Heather asks, looking around. “They’ve been advertising this for days. There was a huge queue waiting outside when I drove past earlier.”

Chrissy still doesn’t say anything. She’s grateful that they’re here but they can’t really help her. She just has to hope that Mike did as he was told and gave Murray her message. 

A sudden loud tolling echoes down the street, the heavy peal of a grandfather clock. Chrissy flinches, because if she needs any further confirmation that something is wrong, it’s just been delivered to her on a plate. 

“Where the hell did that come from?” Tina squeaks, looking around her as if she expects a clock to be right behind her. But she’s looking in the wrong place - Creel House is almost certainly under the influence of a spirit, trapping everyone inside. Chances are that what she saw was fragments relating to the ghost. The sound of the clock has just confirmed it. 

“We have to get in there,” Chrissy says firmly. The chime had been a warning, she’s sure of it.

“What are you going to do?” Becky asks. Chrissy chews on her bottom lip. She’s not sure what she can do until reinforcements get here. Murray might know how to get in or Steve and Billy might know a spell. But she’s a psychic. A psychic in a pair of angel wings. There’s not a lot she can do. 

But Eddie’s in there.

She’s eighteen and her entire world is in there. Her future, her hope and her heart all rolled into one. And she’s known for a while that he only took this stupid job to save up money to buy her something. 

She spots the yard next door, the pile of timber waiting to be chopped. She turns on her heel and marches across, hoping that the house is as empty as it looks. She reaches out for the wooden handle sticking out of a chopping block. 

The ax is heavier than she expects and it takes all of her strength to lift it. She’s not sure how well it will work against a magically sealed door but it’s worth a try. 

“Are you seriously going to break in?” Heather asks, staring at Chrissy with a mixture of fear and awe as she storms back to Creel house. 

Chrissy swings it experimentally at the door. It connects with a satisfying sound, the sharp edge tearing a hole in the wood until splinters rain down onto the faded porch. 

“You bet I am,” Chrissy says grimly and swings the ax again. 

[runningw-thewolves]

Loki Devotional Ideas: Halloween Edition

(Do you seriously think our loveable God of “fuck around, find out”, “constant sugar high insanity” and “what’s the worst that could happen?” wouldn’t love a holiday about dressing up scary, watching scary movies, telling scary stories and pranking people?)

- Watch horror movies. Any will do! Slashers (e.g. Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, Halloween), Splatter (e.g. Saw, Hostel, Hellraiser), Monster (e.g. American Werewolf in London, Dracula, Creature from the Black Lagoon), Sci-Fi (e.g. Alien, M3GAN, Predator), Psychological (e.g. The Woman in Black, The Ring, Silence of the Lambs), whatever floats your boat! (Yes, this does include kids horror.)

- Listen to spooky tunes. I don’t just mean Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”, Ray Parker Jr’s “Ghostbusters”, and so on; listen to the Silver Scream albums by Ice Nine Kills, “Halloweentown” by Dark Divine, fucking anything by Motionless in White or Rob Zombie. The spookier, the better!

- PRANKS! Give someone a quick scare, but remember to do clean up/soothing afterwards!

- Give Loki his own Halloween bucket and put some candy in it for him.

- Spooky tarot readings! Use tarot or oracle sets themed around horror in any way. I have an oracle set literally based on horror movies (and it has a card called “The Trickster” based on IT and it is 100% a Loki card. I’ll talk about it in detail another time.)

- If you have some sort of statue or digital representation of Loki, why not dress him up? You can even ask him if he’d like anything in particular.

- Decorate your house how YOU want to. Get out the lumbering, scary animatronics or stick to the kid friendly banners and plastic scene setters and lights. Whatever works for you!

- Indulge in whatever spooky delights you desire. Read that shitty CreepyPasta from 2009, read that Goosebumps story, watch Twilight, play old horror/scary Flash games, eat chocolate till you poop nothing but it, listen to zombie apocalypse ambience, play with your Monster High dolls, WHATEVER! JUST. INDULGE.

- Carve a pumpkin. Give Loki a pumpkin as well (sure he can’t physically carve it in our realm but you could always use your minds eye to translate what he carved as close as you can). Make pumpkin pie from the insides.

- Enjoy the autumn leaves falling, the nights growing longer, the full moon in the sky and all the hallmarks of the autumn season.

- Give out candy to trick r treaters. Laugh at their horrible jokes (convince them you genuinely found it funny), play along with their “tricks”, compliment their outfits. Loki loves kids, and you bet your ass he’d love them going home happy with not just candy but someone playing along with them!

- Draw horror art, write horror stories, create spooky music. Use the time to be spookily creative. And it doesn’t need to be groundbreaking - if you wanna make a Jeff the Killer rip-off, you go and you make that Jeff the Killer rip-off!

- For those who observe Samhain; include Loki in your celebration/tradition, even if only a small inclusion.

- Tell Loki a scary campfire story from your youth. Hell, if you wanna ask him to tell you one, go for it!

- Include his family if you can! Leave candy or toys for the twins, include wolves or snakes in your decorations for Fenrir and Jormungandr, make a foam tombstone dedicated to Hel and Garmr, make decorative potions themed around Angrboda and Sigyn. Whatever way you can think of to include them, it’s worth a shot!

- For pet owners; if your furry buddy is alright with it, dress them up or give them seasonal items! Not all animals (e.g. cats) like dressing up, so try for Halloween themed toys, bedding, enrichment and treats! Bonus points if you dress up your companion to resemble Fenrir, Jormungandr or Sleipnir.

- Get scented candles or incense that fits the season. Pumpkin, cinnamon, rain, apple - there’s plenty of options out there!

- If you do any Halloween baking, invite Loki or leave him some of your baked goods.

- Have a pumpkin spiced latte and OWN being a basic White bitch for five minutes. You enjoy every slurp of that pumpkin spiced latte like your life depends on it. Don’t matter if you are POC, disabled, LGBTQIA+, whatever else - if you wanna be a basic autumn White bitch for a minute, you go and be that basic autumn White bitch! (Bonus if you add whipped cream or anything else you like just for the Hell of it.)

- In summary; HAVE FUCKING FUN. Indulge yourself, play along with games and pranks, take in everything the season has to offer.

[kaceyswrld]

Goku Black - Bloodlust 🦇

hey ml's <3 I wanted to take part in kinktober this year but I don't trust myself enough to be able to write something everyday so I decided to do this instead. Goku Black totally fits the role of a vampire 😻 so this is a lil something that I thought of. There might just be a smutty part two since this one isn't spicy at all. Ps. I meant it when I said kinktober ain't for me because I started this on the 1st of October and only finished it now 😭

You're giddy with excitement as you make the final adjustments to your costume. You gaze into the mirror in your room as you admire the alluring witch costume you had picked just for Halloween. The short black dress hugs your curves and the stockings pair well with the boots you borrowed from your best friend, Bulma.

"Woah! Look at you. That dress looks amazing on you." She compliments after she finishes with her makeup and finally gets a good look at you. You twirl for show and laugh. "Thanks. The mixture of scary and sexy is a great combo, I must say. But I can't over how good you look. Vegeta will be drooling when he sees you."

This year, the two of you decided not to wear matching costumes like you always do and she had chosen to dress up as a scary yet hot killer clown. "You think so? I invited him to the party but he didn't say if he was coming or not." She sounds unsure and you click your tongue. "He'll definitely turn up, trust me. He wouldn't miss it if it means he gets to bang you in one of the bathrooms."

She squeals in excitement at the mention of that and puts a hair clip in her hair before grabbing her small purse and opening it to show you the contents inside. "I have over 30 condoms in here just in case." Your eyes widen as you see the square plastic wrappers all bunched up inside as if it's the only thing in her purse. "30?" She nods. "Yeah. He has crazy stamina!"

After grabbing your witch hat, you link arms with her and walk downstairs, making sure to take a couple of pictures together before you two are on your way out.

The air is chilly, a cold breeze drifting through the neighbourhood. Your excitement is evident as you take in all the Halloween decorations littered across each lawn of every house you pass. Small kids walk around, some holding their parents hands as they yell the infamous words, "Trick or treat!"

"Don't you just love Halloween? We get to watch all these scary movies and dress up and go to parties..." You have a wide smile on your face and Bulma chuckles. "I agree. The parties are the best part for me and I can't wait to see what everyone else is dressed up as."

You walk to a quieter part of the neighbourhood where not as many children are loitering around. For some weird reason, you get a strange feeling as if someone is watching you. It's almost unsettling and you're glad your arm is linked with Bulma's. "It's quiet here." You mutter underneath your breath, hearing the voices and laughter of children all the way behind you.

"Well duh. They didn't want kids in this part because of the party. We don't need kids knocking at the door and asking for candy while all of us will be getting fucked up." Her voice sounds loud in the quiet of the neighborhood. You know you're just being paranoid, but you swear that someone is watching you from all angles.

"Bulma, I think-"

Your words are cut off by a squeal as she unlinks her arm with yours. "There he is!" She whisper yells and your gaze shifts as you see Vegeta walking ahead with his friend, Nappa. A gust of wind blows your witch hat off your head and it tumbles down the street behind you.

"Come on." She pulls on your hand so that you can catch up with the two guys but you stop in your tracks. "My hat blew off. Go on ahead, I'll meet you at the party." You tell her, already looking behind you and trying to spot the black hat. "You sure?" She questions and you nod before the two of you separate.

Despite wanting to run back to her and endure Nappa's shameless flirting, your outfit just isn't complete without the iconic witch hat.

You stray further and further away from the destination of the house where the party is. An expression of confusion is all over your face as you wonder where the hell your hat could be. Was the wind that strong that it blew it all the way across the neighborhood?

You're about to give up your search when you hear an ominous voice coming from a barely lit alleyway. "Looking for this?" You turn to your left and see a man, his skin pale, a contrast to his pitch black hair and eyes. He's holding your witch hat in his hand and you feel almost uneasy. "Yeah."

Neither of you make a move and you contemplate turning around and letting him keep the hat. He dangles it in front of him and you take a deep breath before advancing toward him, his form towering over yours.

You reach out to grab your hat but he moves it behind his back. "Your costume looks good on you, mortal." His eyes roam over the tight fitting dress on your body and you avert your gaze to the brick wall. You've never seen this man in your neighborhood before and you'd rather not prolong this interaction with him. He smirks and reaches out, grabbing your chin to make you look at him.

You have no choice but to look into his eyes and your gaze roams over his features, noticing how attractive he is with a chiseled jawline, high cheek bones and those lips that tug up into a smirk. The longer you stare into those onyx eyes of his, the more you feel your mind almost in a trance like state.

"I wonder what you taste like."

He says softly. He drops your witch hat, his right hand slithering around your waist as he pulls you closer toward him before he lowers his face toward your neck. You're confused but surprisingly not scared of the fact that some random man has his hands on you. "I hope you don't mind."

Before your brain can even register what's happening, you feel his ice cold lips on your neck, leaving a trail of light kisses on your warm skin. You gasp softly at the contact as you wonder why he's so cold. Was he outside the whole time?

Suddenly, he opens his mouth and you feel two pricks. You flinch as his fangs sink into your neck and your eyes widen as your hands move to his chest but you don't push him away. It hurts like hell and he sucks, his fangs still buried in your neck as a low growl emits from his throat.

Your mind is hazy as you try to comprehend what's happening and a soft whimper escapes your mouth after a few moments when he finally pulls away. The spot where he bit is throbbing with pain and you stare up at him as your heart pounds in your chest. A trickle of blood dribbles down his chin before he swipes at it with his thumb and licks it. "No screaming? Well aren't you a fascinating little mortal."

You're at a loss for words as you try to figure out what the hell just happened. He bends down to pick up your hat before placing it on your head, that smirk never leaving his face.

"Until we meet again, mortal." Are the final words you hear from him before he vanishes before your eyes.

[nemeliis]

drop some more ABNW facts cause they're interesting

Alright! Here are some hahah also some of these are answers to questions about ABNW as well, even though nobody asked for them I'm delivering anyway!! Enjoy you guy's!! Also sorry this is late...I fell asleep writing this last night...

Chimbley Fun Facts:

• Sleeps a LOT, like....so much. It's because he barely got to sleep before on the streets, and because he's 11 and needs much more sleep than adults do.

• Chimbley stole his hat from a random rich guy, and the rest of his outfit was from a school uniform for an academy he went to.

• Ran away from his last caretaker's due to some... less than savory living conditions. ( I can't explain much because of plot)

• Doesn't have good comprehension or reading skills because he dropped out of school completely by the 2nd grade - he ended up getting held back from lack of attendance and Chimbley simply didn't want to deal with it.

Annie Fun Facts:

• Annie enjoys latte's with a lot of sweet/sugary notes as opposed to darker, more bitter brews.

• Hates slugs and will scream when she see's one because one time a friend pranked her by putting one on her face in highschool and she's been traumatized ever since.

• Has a soft spot for dog's, especially the big "scary" breed's that don't get much positive attention from the media. In a way, she sees herself in them.

• Ex Gifted kid....(you can tell very clearly)

Ginger Fun Facts:

• Ginger enjoys very black coffee, one drop of creamer and he will freak out.

• Very routine based and rigid when it comes to change, but tries to go with the flow as best as he can. Sometimes he panics internally, though. But he has horrible emotional vulnerability and will not admit it.

• Enjoys bird watching, he finds it relaxing and a good way to pass the time. He's found ten species so far! (Yes he has old man taste's no I do not care). Chimbley also likes to bird watch, though he likes the sounds and learning more than the sight's. Annie doesn't get it, but sometimes she'll come out and watch with them.

• Ginger's favorite movie is the original Addams family (he's just like me!!)

Now, onto the questions!

"Why does Chimbley not fight with bathing even though it's canon he doesn't like water?"

Chimbley didn't necessarily have a choice in the matter, if he didn't accept there help he probably would've gotten caught by security guards - which would not be good for him. It was a matter of needs, not wants or desires.

"How come Chimbley's accent isn't written often/in it's full capacity?"

This is because I wanted to keep accessibility as a top priority for all of my reader's, and when it comes to screen reader's for those who are visually impaired, chimbley's accent probably wouldn't translate well with the device and would glitch out. I also don't know how to write it properly so it's less of a hassle for me to just write as basic English.

[adrianamartinez-archive]

✦ PRISCILLA QUINTANA, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ✦ ADRIANA ‘ANA’ MARTINEZ the THIRTY ONE year old has been in Hidehill for TWENTY YEARS and was a FRIEND to Miyeon Kang, the murder victim. Whispers on the streets are that the VANILLA UNICORN OWNER who lives in HOVE LAKE are said to be INDEPENDENT and VAIN but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. { MADDI, 24, EST, SHE/HER. }

CHARACTER BASICS

FULL NAME: Adriana Emilia Martinez

NICKNAME(S): Ana, Ade

AGE: Thirty-One

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Female, She/Her

FACE CLAIM: Priscilla Quintana

EYE COLOR: Green

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5′6″

DATE OF BIRTH: August 5th, 1993

ZODIAC SIGN: Leo

OCCUPATION: Owner of The Vanilla Unicorn

HOMETOWN: Tampa, Florida

TATTOOS: Lower back ‘Angel’ & Skull with snakes right hip

PIERCINGS: Multiple ear piercings & belly button

LIKES

high heels, blueberry muffins, color coordinated outfits, making men cry, staying out late, dining in restaurants, red lipstick, jewelry, calling security on people, her employees, breaking up with people, scary movies, the smell of cookies baking

DISLIKES

cleaning up after herself, cooking for herself, getting up early, hangovers, black coffee, peach flavored anything, clingy people, wearing sensible shoes, answering her phone, pumping her own gas, people who smack their gum, looking at ugly people

Adriana ‘Ana’ Martinez was born to the wealthy family of Quinn Ramos and Pablo Martinez. She is the middle child in the family and breaks all stereotypes of it. Being the only girl led her to being the favorite and her fathers little angel no matter what she did. This would slowly go to be the ruin of the relationship with both her brothers.

Her parents split up when she was a kid, her mother never remarried while her father married again only months later. Making Ana the older sister to a younger half brother.

When she was 10, her fathered moved to Harlow Estates in Hidehill and all 3 kids went with him. Her father was there to open up another business, this one turning into his most prized one. The Vanilla Unicorn.

Growing up Ana was a bit of a wild child. She would often get herself into trouble starting at the young age of 16, by sneaking into bars and going to college parties where she and her friends would get wasted and usually driven home to her front doorstep by police officers. Given that Ana came from a wealthy and known family, the officers always let her off with a warning.

After she graduated high school, she took off from Hidehill. Ana went all over the USA trying to figure out who she was and what she wanted from life. Along the way she met her ex-husband. She had never been in love before, she never allowed herself to be but this man had a hold over Anas heart like she had never known before. She married him quickly and brought him home.

Seven years ago, after Ana returned home, her father decided it was time to retire. Both her brothers assumed one of them would receive the rights to The Vanilla Unicorn, but they were passed over and ownership was handed to Ana. She runs the club with a lot of pride and a no-bullshit attitude, feeling the same way about the place as her father did.

Three years into her marriage, on their three year anniversary Ana left him. She was getting ready for the day and caught glimpse of an old photo from her twenties tucked in a journal of hers. She looked at her in the mirror, older now and freaked out about this being the rest of her life. She couldn't be someones wife. She left with her belongings to move into a place her father had bought her in Hove Lake. She never gave a reason as to why, she didn't even leave a note or give him a phone call. She never talked to him again.

QUICK FACTS

Has never dated anyone longer than 6 months other than he ex-husband

Party Animal

Has a big aquarium in her living room

Favorite color is hot pink

Owns at least 50 pairs of heels

Drives a black BMW

CONNECTIONS | PINTEREST

[kinetic-elaboration]

February 17: Halloween Ends

…And I thought a movie could not be worse than Halloween: Resurrection lol.

I hate saying that because this is the last Halloween and I really didn’t want to end this 4-month marathon feeling so blah but…they could have made a better movie and that’s not on me.

I don’t think this film had many redeeming features, but there were a few:

Laurie: Look, I love Laurie and Jamie Lee Curtis is the GOAT. In particular, I liked her characterization here, what post-therapy Laurie looks like and acts like. She’s wearing clothes that look like slightly updated versions of her 1978 outfits. She’s baking pies and knitting. She’s decorating her house for Halloween! I also loved that “Did you really think I was going to kill myself?” line, like, probably more than I should, because I really was worried about that.

The music: Very good soundtrack all around.

The ending: By which I mean specifically the sort of melancholy but quietly hopeful last moment of Laurie and her cop boyfriend on the suburban autumn street, followed by shots of Laurie’s house as an homage to Halloween (1978). Similarly, I liked the opening credits and the stylized pumpkins.

The concept of infection: I feel like this might have been better placed in a totally different movie, but I did think there was something rather interesting about the motif of infection, and I especially liked the moment where Allyson sees that Corey’s hand is, in fact, literally infected. I think we’re supposed to read his moment of looking into Michael’s eyes as when he ‘became’ evil, but that is complicated by other aspects of his story, in particular how he’s treated by the town or even the circumstances of the accident. Did he become a killer because of The Shape or did he become a killer because rage and vengeance are already part of him, and when he’s pushed too far, they come out? Was the real pivotal moment when his hand was cut in the scuffle? Something going on there that’s worth contemplating.

…I feel like that might be it?

Stuff I didn’t like:

Corey: Literally everything about Corey and his story line. First off, starting the movie off with a young man accidentally killing a child is depressing, not scary. I don’t want to watch a movie like this. I didn’t come to this movie for this type of story line; it’s not in the horror/slasher contract. Second, I found Corey as a protagonist hard to care about in any way, perhaps because he fits into no Halloween archetype. He’s not really a villain because we’re given too many opportunities to feel sympathy for him and to follow his story as a sort of hero or at least anti-hero. But he’s also not a final girl or an early victim or a ‘good guy’ in any real way. I feel like this sounds very whiny and like I don’t want to put in the work for a complex character but what I’m trying to say is that Corey’s story is like psychological horror about the monster within and that is really not what the Halloween franchise is for or what audiences expect from it. I get wanting to stretch the concept and experiment, especially after 12 movies, but I would consider this a failed experiment.

Missing that Halloween spirits: On a related note, I felt like trying to make this a psychological horror rather than a slasher, and really pushing the boundaries of what is ‘Halloween,’ proved to me that this is NOT Halloween. It’s more than just hitting a sufficient number of elements (Michael, Laurie, Loomis, Haddonfield, Halloween, etc.). There’s a certain core quality to the franchise that this movie lacked. I’ll try to explain. I think it has to do with what fear is being tapped into: ideally, this is the fear of confronting evil itself. Not internal evil. External evil, in human form. No one really did that in this movie, or at least, not until the very end. The franchise has flirted with the idea of confronting evil means becoming evil (Jamie in Halloween 4, Laurie in Halloween Resurrection and 2018) but mostly it exists in a pretty straightforward moral universe of heroes and villains, good and evil, so as not to distract from this core fear: the boogeyman can take human shape and stalk you in the middle of the night—or the middle of the day.

Another aspect of this can be seen in the kills themselves. A big defining feature of Halloween/Michael Myers as a villain is that, while he has certain patterns (for example, liking knives, doing tableaux of his victims), and a certain personality (almost a sense of humor about him in some ways), for the most part, even after a dozen films, he remains inscrutable. Why does he target Laurie? DOES he even target Laurie? How does he pick his other targets? Why does he sometimes walk right past someone or spare a victim and other times invades a house and kills all its inhabitants? He is unreadable and not just because of the mask. Most of the kills in this movie were Corey’s, though, and Corey is not inscrutable. He wants revenge, so he kills the kids who were bullying him and the mean DJ and his weird incest-y mom, and Allyson’s old boyfriend who made fun of him, and he tries to kill Allyson’s meddling grandma too. He’s not an arbitrary evil force. He’s a kid who’s spent too much time wallowing in guilt and shame and now it’s coming out. That’s certainly a story. But it's not Halloween.

Not enough Michael Myers: Not a single indication of The Shape in the first 30 minutes? Only two Myers kills in the whole movie? Look, even when the Halloween movies are at their worst, I’ve still felt, and I’ve said this in so many words, well at least they have Michael Myers. This is such a great character design, it is so inherently creepy, and your movie can be literally terrible, a cookie cutter slasher in every respect (I’m looking at you Resurrection) but if you include scenes of this scary looking guy walking around slowly or staring and looking at people or skulking around in the shadows, you’ve created easy but effective horror and the movie has some redeeming quality. And yet this movie managed to mess that up!! How??

Further, it cut most of the resonance out of the ending. The ending only works at all because of the long history between Laurie and Michael. They had to tap into that because Michael has done almost mothering, terrorized almost no one, in the last 90+ minutes. The last Laurie and Michael confrontation is like a totally different film. We’ve sunk a huge amount of time into Corey, but now he’s dead and the reminder of the time will be spent on a large set piece of Myers vs. Strode action that feels obligatory more than anything. We're at the big finale but we're also starting at zero. She hasn’t been anticipating him. She hasn’t even really been talking about him except in an extremely general way. She wasn’t aware of his return or of any of his other acts that night. It felt very rote to me, like we have to include this, and it has to be long and it has to be gory, and it has to be the big conclusion, butwe are going to rely on the 40+ years of the franchise to absolve us of having to create any build up or context at all.

The kills: There were too few for a long time, and then all of a sudden there were a lot and they were all extremely gross. It’s a slasher! That means murders sprinkled throughout, but it doesn’t mean I need to see a man’s tongue cut from his mouth after his skull has been crushed. Please.

Unsympathetic townspeople: The people of Haddonfield, the minor players in general, have always just been…. Pretty average people. Maybe some of them are annoying sometimes. Maybe the police are extremely incompetent on occasion. But, other than in Kills, they’re not malicious or ill-meaning. They’re just relatable middle-class suburban folks in the mid-west. The people of Ends’ Haddonfield were so near-universally horrible that I couldn’t totally blame Corey for wanting to murder all of them. In particular,  I hated how every ten minutes or so someone was trying to somehow blame Michael Myers on Laurie. How?? They tried to explain it but even then it never made sense to me. Victim blaming at its finest I guess! Truly deranged stuff from the background characters here. The only (ONLY) valid Haddonfielders are Laurie, her cop boyfriend, and Ronald. And Lindsey I suppose, and I’ll also allow for the father of the kid who died. I liked his line about how he didn’t like people bullying Corey because he felt they were making his pain about themselves. But the rest of them, the quasi-abusive mom and the band geek bullies and the nasty fucks who want to confront a random stranger in the grocery story parking lot for the supreme crime of being a victim—fuck them.

This also made it hard for me to really believe this cathartic ending, where the whole town watches Myers’ body being crunched to death and suddenly they can "begin to heal.” Michael hasn’t been terrorizing them for years, they’ve been terrorizing each other! Michael Myers hasn’t killed in 4 years. His two kills that night were totally unknown to the town. I’m not even sure that most of them knew there was a killer (Corey) creeping about in general. You’ve been using this myth as an excuse for ages to be awful to other people, and then the man behind the myth is permanently and definitively destroyed, and then suddenly you’re… okay? No more trauma? I do not believe this.

Corey’s glasses: I’m sorry but I just thought it was stupid that Michael Myers looks deep into Corey’s eyes one time and Corey never needs glasses again. My mom thought the idea was Myers somehow gave Corey his spirit or his eyes and I guess that might be the intention. But it looked to me like Myers’ powers had just grown to becoming, like, the best optometrist in the world somehow. Or, another take: people with 20/20 vision are evil. Sorry my two-eyed friends but you need all four to be a good person. Halloween Ends said so.

There was probably other stuff but I am actively falling asleep on the couch.

And so ends my marathon of all Halloweens ever made, in production order. Overall, it was a lot of fun, like an expedition through the history of horror from the late 70s to today, and even the worst ones had some sort of redeeming entertainment quality. I’ll probably write some additional posts with my overall thoughts, like my faves/least faves, ideas for additional Halloweens, and defining elements of the series but, for now, to bed.

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Two Asks, Two Answers

Thank you @awesome-bluehair-universe for tagging me 😁

1. Three ships?

Fëanor/Nerdanel/Fingolfin from the Silmarillion. I like both Fëanor/Nerdanel and Fëanor/Fingolfin so I combine them.

Phèdre/Melisande from Kushiel's Legacy. (also by far my most favorite F/F ship. The ship's vibe fits so well with my tastes)

Raistlin/Crysania from Dragonlance.

2. First ever ship?

Sasori/Deidara from Naruto.

3. Last song?

The Wolf by Siamés.

4. Last movie?

Mencuri Raden Saleh (Stealing Raden Saleh), an Indonesian heist action film.

5. Currently reading?

I'm just starting to read a fanfic titled The Revolutionary and The Usurper by Encairion.

6. Currently watching?

Mr. Queen, a South Korean period drama sprinkled with comedy and fantasy. I'm in love with the outfits.

7. Currently consuming?

Peach-flavored ice tea. It's early night time but the weather is still hot so I bought one

8. Currently craving?

Freedom, eheheh.

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Rules: answer the questions and tag fifteen mutuals.

1. Are you named after anyone?

No. I got my name just because my parents like the sound and meaning of the name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Just yesterday. After an intense anxiety attack and grief over a heartbreak.

3. Do you have kids?

I don't have any and I don't plan to have any.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Only in my mind. I never say it out loud.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their vibe.

6. What’s your eye colour?

Brown.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

It depends. Though I lean towards happy endings. Not true happy ending but more like bittersweet.

8. Any special talents?

Being very quiet and avoiding social interactions 🥲

9. Where were you born?

Somewhere in Indonesia.

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, and drawing. I'm also taking interest in embroidery.

11. Have you any pets?

I routinely street feeding a stray cat who often visit my house (I can't take him inside because of my allergy). He even knows my cue, me knocking the door. He's friendly to me but fearful or even aggressive to other people. I don't know whether I can call him my pet though since I technically don't own him.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Swimming. Not good at it but I enjoy it.

13. How tall are you?

4’ 11”/151 cm. I'm so short 😩

14. Favorite subject in school?

Arts and crafts. Also history and biology.

15. Dream job?

Anything to do with making pieces of art. Painter, embroiderer, sculptor etc.

Honestly I don't have many mutuals (more because I don't interact often with them) so I welcome anyone who see this post to participate too 😊

Two Asks, Two Answers

Thank you so much @naryaflame and @thenookienostradamus 🤗

1.Three ships? 

@naryaflameI see your Vanessa/Mina from Penny Dreadful and I’d like to propose Vanessa/Catriona (who should have been in the series more or entered it earlier). 

Also, moving outside the Tolkien fandom once more:

Deth and Morgon from the Riddle Master Trilogy by  Patricia McKillip and 

Anomander Rake and Silchas Ruin from the Malazan Book of the Fallen. 

2. First ever ship?   

Due to the chronological order of reading, Fëanor and Fingolfin in the Silmarillion. 

3. Last song? 

 Freed from Desire by Gala on Heart Dance. 

4. Last movie? 

I’ve not watched a movie in years. I tend to watch series.

5. Currently reading? 

A Writers World, by Jan Morris. 

6. Currently watching? 

I’m in between series and think it’s going to be Heaven’s Official Blessing on Netflix. 

7. Currently consuming? 

Coffee

8. Currently craving?

An end to winter ❄️ ____________________________________________________

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Rules: answer the questions and tag fifteen mutuals.

1. Are you named after anyone?

After a Welsh actress. 

2. When was the last time you cried?

I am always tearing up, because I’m still grieving for my mum and Billy-dog. Sometimes things just hit you in the gut all over again. 

3. Do you have kids?

Child free by choice.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Only if I’m jesting with my partner or a friend.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their eyes and then what comes across from them, their vibe I suppose. 

6. What’s your eye colour?

Hazel.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Something in the middle? The end of Lord of the Rings isn’t exactly happy, in either book or film but it is fulfilling. 

8. Any special talents?

No. Yes! I’ve got an effing target on my head saying ‘Gullible.’ 

9. Where were you born?

Oxfordshire, UK (It was Berkshire then, before they changed the county boundaries). 

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, walking, a bit of gym, researching anything that sounds interesting. 

11. Have you any pets?

Not since losing dear old Billy in ‘21. He was a collie cross and 17 when we had to have him put to sleep. 

12. What sports do you play/have played?

It was mainly horse riding for me and horse shows most of the summer weekends. From Easter to September there was pretty much a show every weekend. 

13. How tall are you?

5’ 5”

14. Favorite subject in school?

English lit.

15. Dream job?

I’d have to go with stay at home fic writer too @thenookienostradamus 😆

tagging @soothingmoonlight @nuredhel @lucifers-cuvette @elfscribe @swanfloatieknight @thenookienostradamus @thegentlestmaenad @awesome-bluehair-universe @cuarthol @erynalasse @mad-hermit @silmarillionno @antares0606 @gellalaer @nocompromise-noregrets @skyeventide @cycas @morgulscribe @idrilsscribe @thisshadowprevails @ettelene @raisingcain-onceagain That’s more than 15 and my coffee break’s over so also anyone who sees this and wants too do it 🙏🏼