#imaginary corn

[marz-planet]

I’ve finished the full drawing! I’m trying a new coloring style and not sure if I like it? But I’ve also completely forgotten how to draw people so that’s nice.

Me when I’m literally a five headed dragon.

[thousand-winters]

Okay, that's rather cute

[vilevilescorpio]

"You have to choose quick this time. You chose: the mouth. Wow, really?"

Episode 255 - The John Peters Imaginary Corn Maze Experience

[bloody-sick-of-1973]

Yeah anyways making House md ocs isnt a want but but it IS a NEED btw

[99problemsandallofthemarefandoms]

Get this person listening to Nightvale folks! ALL HAIL THE GLOW CLOUD!

ok...so after some guy who's apparently from the series won the tumblr sexyrematch, I feel like I'm legally obligated to do this, but I'm also mildly concerned...but here goes

if this post gets 100k notes I'll watch nightvale

[computercreature]

coming up with night vale comic ideas is so dangerous because if left to my own devices i WILL just squeeze in as many references as possible and it WILL be 20 pages

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Dream Lover (dp x dc)

The alarm on his cellphone rang and Danny groaned as a fumbled blindly to close it again.

“Wha’ izzit?” Came a sleepy voice at his back.

Danny rubbed his eyes as he sat up. Then, he turned towards the other man entangled in the sheets.

“Nothing, go back to sleep,” Danny said before dropping a kiss on the man’s forehead, displacing his white streak. The man muttered some unintelligible words as he wriggled around a bit before settling back down.

Danny gave him a fond look before a yawn forced his eyes closed. He slipped off the bed and padded down to the kitchen. With bleary eyes he put the coffee machine on and got the milk out of the fridge as he waited for the beans be ground.

The machine was way fancier than anything Danny had ever owned but his boyfriend liked good coffee and Danny liked making him happy. The breaker-hammer noise stopped indicating the coffee was done and the halfa sipped at it as he tried to figure out what that niggling feeling in the back of his mind was.

Before he could delve into it very far, he heard his boyfriend coming into their little kitchen.

“Did the noise wake you up?” Danny asked as the man wrapped his arms around the smaller man’s waist and buried his head in his back.

“Was already ‘wake,” the octopus masquerading as a human mumbled.

“Want some coffee?”

“Please.” His boyfriend pressed a kiss to his nape before staggering towards the kitchen chair and sagging into it.

”Good night?” Danny asked as he started the machine again.

“The usual,” the man said as he rubbed the sleep out of his face.

“Why are you up early?”

“Gotta fix up the bike.” The man yawned which made Danny yawn too. “It kept backfiring last night.”

Danny hummed as that niggling feeling came back at the mention of the motorcycle. There was something there…

“What about you?” The man said as he held his face in his palm.

“Nothing much,” Danny said as he refocused on the conversation. “I don’t have to go in today, so I’ll probably just study.”

“I made butternut pasta when I came back. There’s some left for lunch,” his boyfriend said as he grabbed a banana from their fruit bowl.

“You’ll be here for lunch?” Danny asked as the flow of coffee stopped and he took the cup away from the little shelf.

“Thanks,” the man said as he accepted the cup. “Probably.”

Danny nodded and he leaned on the counter as he looked into the distance. His eyes caught on a clock and again, that annoying sensation he was forgetting something tickled him.

Clock meant hours which meant seconds which meant sand trickling in an hourglass which meant time passing and Time meant-

“Everything ok?” Came the low tenor of his boyfriend.

Danny shook away the thought and smiled at him. “Just zoning out.”

Then the smaller man finished his cup before he put it in the sink. “Gonna go brush my teeth,” he said as he walked out of the kitchen

“You didn’t even eat!” Came the voice Corning from the other room.

“Not hungry,” sing-songed Danny as he grabbed his toothbrush.

As he put the paste on the brush his mind wandered a bit. He started brushing, in the back and made his way forward. He was up to his canine and he started on his fangs which had him frown. Fangs? Wait a minute.

And then it all came rushing back. Phantom. Ghosts. This was a dream which meant-

“Nocturn,” Danny said. Sure it had been a while since he dated anyone but this was a whole new level of single if Nocturn had resorted to creating the ideal boyfriend to trap him in a dream.

Danny walked back to the kitchen and stood in the door entrance and stared at his imaginary dream boyfriend. Said boyfriend turned his head around and lifted an inquiring eyebrow.

“You really are perfect,” Danny said.

“You say the sweetest things,” the dream-construct said and the corner of his eyes creased beautifully as he smiled.

Danny sighed wistfully before bending to kiss his cheek. “Until then, dream lover.”

With a snap the dream collapsed and the halfa opened his eyes to the green of the Infinite Realms with the ghost sensation on his lips.

Simultaneously, in one of his safe houses in Gotham, Jason’s eyes snapped open as his hand flew to his cheek.

[asmuchasidliketo]

#sufficiently true facts #I guess? #I need a tag for prose based on the assumption of sufficiently true facts but that doesn't explicitly state them #environmentalism #groundwater contamination #clowns tags by ⬆️

Rainbow Extra, Tim O'Brien, 2021

[goose-duck]

Creepypasta incorrect quotes ⭐

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Nina: spirit Halloween opened up early and my poor money decisions are always open so I bought a bunch of stuff

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Jeff: so...are we the best or the worst?

Toby: yes, sir.

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Jeff: he doesn't have eyeballs bro- he probably doesn't have balls either...

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Nina: he's ugly, I love him

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Y/N: There's just something abt his lack of a mouth and being less fluffy that makes me want him

Toby: he can't scream

Y/N: perfect

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Jeff: best friends!!

Y/N: nooOOOOO!!!!

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EJ: I learn from the mistakes of people who take my advice

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Y/N: heading into work~

*explosion*

Y/N: or maybe not-

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Nina: so romantic~

Jeff: *screaming*

Nina: romance <3

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Y/N: Jack, why am I in this room?

EJ: am I responsible for you moving from room to room now?

Y/N: yes.

EJ: then stay in that room.

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Toby: it's an elevator

Masky: this is a ladder, Toby.

Toby: imagination ✨

Hoodie: just because you put a sign that says "elevator" doesn't mean it's actually an elevator.

Toby: imagination ✨

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Y/N: but not me, because no one can get mad at me

Jane: I feel like in an hour we're all gonna be mad at you for something

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Toby: I made a house, what did you make?

Sally: a balloon

Toby: wonderful

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Jeff: just don't be blind

EJ: wow, you've cured me

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Toby: someone please take me off this fucking planet

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Y/N: Don't look at ceilings when ur tired. Never know what you'll see.

Toby: context, please

Y/N: Thought I had a fucking ceiling fan but it was just the balloons that I refuse to take down from my 13th birthday. I can't tell if I'm tired or stupid but I think either way it's correct.

Toby: it's probably both

Y/N: Exactly- It scared the shit outta me too-I saw it and was so fucking scared that I might have a ceiling fan in my room-

Toby: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA A FAN! ITS ON THE CEILING!!

Y/N: Y/N, Weakness: ceiling fans that may or may not be there

Toby: strength: walking in high heels, weakness: imaginary ceiling fans

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Hoodie: it's just a deer or something

Masky: bro, that is not a deer

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Jeff: *sees a spider* I should have just bombed the house the last time I saw one of you fuckers

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EJ: I'm doing good...im doing great...i have a headache.....

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Jeff: this is like when I threatened to steal your skin and bones and stuff

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Jeff: it's like if a heat stroke were a room

Y/N: me

Jeff: no, you're like if a heat stroke were a person

Y/N: oh

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Y/N: tree tops

Jeff: crispy

Nina: crispy tree tops?

Jane: why are they crispy?

EJ: why is everyone talking about trees??

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Jane: I'm moving the pumpkins, sorry, Toby

Toby: nooo, my life's work...

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Toby: would you be more offended if I got a mug of milk or orange juice?

Masky: milk.

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Jeff: they're all safety scissors, I don't think I can possibly be unsafe with them

*pile of about 10 safety scissors*

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LJ: I took some of his teeth and coloured them like candy corns

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Jeff: I'll steal ur hair, I'll take ur eyebrows and I'll steal ur skin too

Toby: please, that's all I have

Jeff: U have bones, mucles, veins, blood, cartilage and organs that I could take too

Toby: no thanks

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Hoodie: Masky is this big *puts his fingers together*

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Jeff: what are you doing dude?

Y/N: hugging? I think??

Jeff: it's weird...

Y/N: yeah, let's never do that again

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Y/N: die.

Toby: :0

Y/N: in a nice way..?

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Nina: I'm sure there's someone in Fabio who's named Russia

Jane: what?

Nina: yup.

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Jeff: I hit myself in the face with an eye!

EJ: give it to me!

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Ben: what the rational number?

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Toby: I think I failed at life...

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*Jeff and Toby leave the room*

Masky: well, that was a headache

Hoodie: which one?

EJ: both.

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*Jeff walks by*

Jane: look at him, he's greasy

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Y/N: why are you only offended when Jeff says something?

EJ: because it's Jeff

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Toby: well how's this right?

Jeff: because I'm here!

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Jane: I'm going to Halifax

Jeff: Hali-fuck you

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Sally: I saw a girl and she was young

Y/N: you're young

Sally: I'm 8

Y/N: exactly, young.

Sally: so you're a grandma?

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Toby: fellas, if you need me, I'll be living inside this cabinet

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Y/N: I'm afraid of togetherness

[lupinsversion]

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐳𝐞

• summary: reader takes james to a muggle cornmaze, where they end up getting lost

• a/n: i present to you, the halloween imagine for mr hottie 👏🏻

• contains: james potter x fem reader, established relationship, corn maze, scarecrows, and dramatic displays

• word count: 910

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James felt a mixture of confusion and excitement as he followed her through the corn maze, the endless maze of tall, towering stalks of corn seemed to stretch into infinity, the rustling leaves giving a whispering cadence to the gentle breeze that blew around them.

The air was filled with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty as he felt the towering leaves brush against his clothes and skin, the sound of their footsteps the only thing that seemed to echo in the eerie silence of the corn maze.

“I think this is the third time that we passed this.” She pointed out as she spotted a familiar scarecrow sticking out of the rows of corn.

He felt a wave of frustration wash over him as he realized she was right. For the third time, they had walked past that same scarecrow, its hay-filled head and straw hat greeting them as a mocking reminder of their predicament.

He felt a small sigh leave his lips as he paused, looking around at their surroundings, trying to find any recognizable landmarks, but all he saw was an endless array of corn stalks, their leaves rustling softly in the gentle breeze, creating a hushed, eerie backdrop to their growing frustration.

“This is so stupid.” She grumbled as she kicked a branch in the path. “Remind me again why you allowed this.”

He felt a mix playful irritation and amusement as he watched her kick the branch, her frustration evident in her voice and expression. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly at her quip. “Because you promised it would be fun.” He retorted, rolling his eyes playfully as he stepped closer to her.

“Fun, my ass. We’re lost.” She grumbled dramatically as she sat on the dirt path like a defeated toddler.

He felt his lips curve into a playful, affectionate smile as he watched her dramatically flop onto the ground like a pouting toddler. He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Come on, it’s not that bad. We’ll get out eventually.” He reassured, crouching down in front of her.

“We’ve been in maze for what… three hours?” She calculated grumpily. “I’m sure we’ve been forgotten about, left to starve and freeze amongst the corn.”

He felt a surge of affection as he watched her play up her misery, her dramatic streak on full display as she spoke. He couldn't help but smile. “Oh come on, you're exaggerating.” He teased before adding thoughtfully, “but... we may have been forgotten," he admitted with a hint of amusement.

She rolled her head back and let out a dramatic groan. “Left to die in my own frustration.”

A warm chuckle escaped his lips as she let out another dramatic groan, her frustration and misery on full display. He knew she was playing up her annoyance, and his heart swelled with affection as he looked at her dramatic, beautiful face.

He reached out, gently poking her nose with his finger. “You’re being a bit dramatic, you know? We're not going to die in here, and it's still light out.” He reminded her, suppressing another chuckle.

“But it will get dark.” She protested stubbornly. “It will get so dark that the gremlins will crawl out of the depths of the corn.”

He felt a small amused smirk tug at his lips as she warned about the impending darkness and the imaginary gremlins that would crawl out of the corn. He couldn't help but find her melodrama and silliness utterly adorable.

“They’ll eat us alive, feed off our misery and fear.” She declared with another dramatic groan before she looked over at him. “They’ll eat us alive, I say.”

He couldn't help but laugh out loud at her dramatic warning. He loved seeing this playful side of her, how she could twist and turn a simple corn maze into a horrifying fable of doom. "You know, with a bit more creativity, you could become a gothic author in the making.” He joked with a fond expression.

Now, she laughed. “As if. Me? Writing? I think you’re starting to lose your mind.”

He felt warmth and amusement bloom in his chest as he watched her laugh, her laugh was music to his ears. He reached out and poked her forehead playfully. "I suppose being trapped in a corny corn maze could easily drive someone mad."

She picked up a small rock and threw it at the scarecrow. “Stupid grinning bastard. Curse you and your straw head.”

He felt another chuckle rip from his throat, watching as she hurled the small rock at the scarecrow with a surprising amount of force. He couldn't deny that he found her dramatic display of annoyance absolutely endearing, and the sight of the scarecrow, with its smug grin and straw head, was just a bonus.

He shuffled closer to her, his eyes filled with amusement as he watched her continue her charade of frustration. "You know, that poor scarecrow doesn't deserve to be assaulted like that.” He teased, biting his lip to hold back another laugh.

She spotted a group walking through the maze and quickly scrambled to her feet to follow them. “Safety!” She cried dramatically.

He couldn't help but grin as he watched her dramatically scramble to her feet, her sudden realization of safety filling the air with a melodramatic sense of relief. He laughed softly, amused by her theatrics, and he followed her closely, making sure not to lose sight of the group she was pursuing.

© lupinsversion 2024

[fremedon]

I had a long boring mandatory work event today, which means I spent a lot of time at The Turnspit Dog.

The Turnspit Dog is my imaginary neighborhood farm-to-table restaurant. (NB: I have no desire to run an actual restaurant, which involves doing things like "cooking whether I or not I feel like it" and "making a profit." This is a purely imaginary affair.)

At any rate. This week, The Turnspit Dog is offering a roasted red pepper soup with toasted chickpeas and cashew crema or a chicken elote soup with sweet corn and red potatoes; a roasted broccoli salad with almonds and pickled carrots, as well as the usual house green salad; buccatini a la Norma (with eggplant and ricotta salata); a slow-cooked pork shoulder with polenta, grilled broccolini, and apple cider gastrique; a bisteyya (phyllo chicken pie with cinnamon) with plum compote; a white bean stew with fennel and confit plum tomatoes, braised kale, and sourdough croutons; a tipsy peach upside-down cake; and oat milk black walnut ice cream with brandied cherries.

It was a long work event.

[gloomwitchwrites]

GloomWitch 3.5k 3.7k 3.8k Follower Event: Spooky Bingo

Yeah, yeah. I know it says 3.5k. But that has come and gone. There's almost 4k of you now. Wild. Absolutely insane. I told myself that after the 1k event, the next milestone would be 3.5k. We're here folks! In fact, we're past it! Thank you so much for all your support. I hope you enjoy the lovely little event I’ve put together.

For quick navigation and filtering, "#gloomyevent" is the event tag.

Event Status: Closed

Requests will start posting on 10/1 (full schedule is below the break as requests come in).

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Masterlist / Prompts:

Summon a Demon: Darth Maul (Star Wars) Hansel & Gretel: Gaz and/or Soap (CoD) - 10/15 Zombie AU: Task Force 141 (CoD) - 10/21 Haunted House: Thorin Oakenshield (The Hobbit) - 10/13 Stalker AU: Thorin Oakenshield (The Hobbit) - 10/4 Witch AU: Simon "Ghost" Riley (CoD) - 10/12 Chased Through a Corn Maze: John Price (CoD) Targeted by a Serial Killer: Aragorn (LotR) - 10/22 Body Horror: Captain Rex (Star Wars) Cult Sacrifice: Thranduil (The Hobbit) - 10/11 Picked Up a Hitchhiker: Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) - 10/16 Eldritch Horror: Ahsoka (Star Wars) Free Space [Any Spooky Idea]: Simon “Ghost” Riley (CoD) Vampire AU: Thranduil (The Hobbit) Trick or Treating: John "Soap" MacTavish (CoD) - 10/9 Liminal Spaces: Kylo Ren (Star Wars) - 10/7 Graveyard Keeper AU: Simon "Ghost" Riley (CoD) - 10/1 Imaginary Friend: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick (CoD) - 10/5 Haunted Carnival: Simon "Ghost" Riley (CoD) Halloween Prank Gone Wrong: Merry & Pippin (LotR) - 10/23 80’s Summer Camp Slasher: Simon "Ghost" Riley (CoD) - 10/3 Haunted Hayride: Lord of the Rings Abducted by Aliens: Task Force 141 Werewolf AU: John Price (CoD) - 10/8 “Because You Were Home”: Star Wars

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[thousand-winters]

"Sorry I’m so late. I completely lost track of time out at the imaginary corn maze, with the caramel apples and the jug band and the petting zoo…Oh my god, the baby goats are so cute, with their soft human skin and sad little human faces!"

I love how Cecil was having a fundamentally different experience than the rest of the audience, but- wait, what was that last thing, Cecil?

[crackrodent]

Check out the rest of my Flufftober library!

Poor Baxter

“Niff how fucking many bags of candy corn do you need? Poor Baxter can barely push the cart!” Husk huffed while absentmindedly rubbing the spot on his arm where Alastor’s mic had struck him for attempting to get out of driving Niffty on her seasonal sugar shopping spree.

Charlie should have picked anyone else to pick up the snacks and decorations for the holiday party. Niffty was going to really remind everyone that they are in hell at this rate.

“All of them!” Niffty said pulling another bag of the multicolored junk out of an unsuspecting hellhound’s basket and tossing it into her cart.

Baxter’s sinister little laugh forced its way into Husk’s ears leading to the former overlord wishing he could punt the tiny man. Husk was way too sober to be in Hellmart at six in the morning.

Baxter’s voice almost made Husk’s brain implode as he encouraged this bullshit, “Niffty, I think I saw some imps back in the freezer aisle, they must have had at least a dozen bags of candied corn, perhaps we could claim their share as well?”

Niffty looked like she had skipped Halloween and Thanksgiving and went straight to Christmas as she bolted out of Husk’s view dragging the cart behind her.

“Baxter! You fucking lost her now!” Husk hissed as he attempted to follow her.

“Nonsense Husk. She is in aisle 2 looking for imps that don’t exist.” Baxter said calmly, looking at his phone while walking opposite of Niffty.

Husk switched directions and followed the other short monster, “What? Why would you lie about that?”

“I needed to ask your advice on something,” Baxter said stopping in front of some big box of overpriced seasonal kid’s toy animals, “Do you think Niffty would prefer the stuffed spider or the stuffed scorpion?”

“Excuse me?” Husk asked, suddenly wishing he was more sober because he had to have caught a secondhand high when he hugged Angel goodbye as they left.

“The woman displays the most familial behavior to you and that radio demon. Since I do not plan to have my voice added to his broadcast, I require your assistance.” Baxter explained.

“Why the hell do you need my opinion? You just sent Niffty off to aisle 2 tracking down imaginary imps! You could’ve asked her yourself!”

Baxter rolled his eyes, “That would ruin the point of the surprise you dunce.”

“And you are trying to surprise her with children’s toys?” Husk asked, the annoyance flowing from his voice in contrast to its usual drip.

The fishy little man was definitely showing his form as he looked down checking the seams on the spider. "I wanted to ask her to accompany me during Charlie’s party. She doesn't seem like the kind to like flowers. I have observed her with bugs and other creepy crawlies however and she seems fixated on them."

Husk stopped and judged the pathetic scientist. Poor dude was going to get himself stabbed.

"The scorpion."

"You are sure Husk?” Baxter suddenly seemed hesitant to accept the help he was pleading for, “I wish they just had a roach. I know she likes those." Baxter said sorting through the bin.

"Women like her, like venom. And ya know scorpions got that stinger thing. Little shits like to stab people. Just like Niffty." Husk paused after his warning, "Trust me."

He was back to feeling too sober. Advising an adult about what teddy bug to buy for another adult added to the headache sobriety was bringing on.

Baxter quickly shoved the scorpion into his pocket as Niffty came back, the cart now full of candy corn d��cor as well as her 40 pounds of actual candy corn. Husk was going to have to take charge and grab the actual stuff from Charlie’s list.

Husk’s arms were on the verge of falling off by the time all the candy, drinks, food, and décor were inside the hotel. He grabbed a bottle of cheap booze that he was horrified to learn was pumpkin spice flavored after he already committed to a chair in the living room.

"Hey, Whiskers!" Angel Dusk said strolling in and perching himself on the arm of the chair Husk was already melting into. “How was your trip to the store?”

Husk chuckled a little. Sore and annoyed but still laughing at the fishy idiot. “Baxter has a crush on Niffty. He has no idea what he’s getting himself into.”

“I know that already,” Angel said, fidgeting with the bag Husk had failed to see in his hands before now. “He told me a couple of weeks ago.” He gave a nervous laugh.

“What is it Legs?”

“I’ve been trying to help out as his wingman and he keeps trying to ask her out and,” the sinner was shaking his head, “she just doesn’t hear him.”

“Yeah she tends to ignore people a lot-”

“No whiskers I mean, he keeps trying the dumbest things to get her attention, and she just doesn’t get it. He tried inviting her on a walk the other day and she responded that she was already walking and just went ‘see?’ and walked out of the room.”

“Today he bought her a stuffed animal to use as a bribe for her to be his date to the hotel’s Halloween party.” Husk took his turn to shake his head at Baxter. “Like I don’t even know how a normal person would react to that, let alone Niffty.”

“Yeah... that might not go well.” The bag Angel had been fidgeting with ripped and the contents fell on Husk’s lap. Angel attempted to recover the item but Husk was faster.

He looked at the stuffed orange cat wearing a little white ghost costume. Its little ears and nose poked out from underneath. And the belly of it had a little pun that read,

‘You look BOO-tiful today!’ in black factory print with ‘Husk’ written underneath in red marker.

“Hey Husk listen it was stupid, I just saw it when I was out with Cherri and thought ‘Hey! Husk is a cat, well kind-’” The rumble of purrs drowned out the end of his rambles.

Husk was certain of two things.

1. Baxter was going to get the Jack-o-lantern treatment from Niffty.

2. If Angel asked him to be his date to the Halloween party he would be the happiest sinner in hell.

[astoldbychae]

a whole ass snack meal . . . oh and grilled chicken & corn (on the side) *tucks imaginary scoop bang behind ear* Hey Papa! 🥴

Took forever and a day to get the crew into the new save and adjust relationships & shit 😩 (how I wish moving extended families in game was much easier but girl MCCC for the win!).

Decided to pop in on Mr. Sir's temporary Maxis home in San Sequoia and his ass was half nekkid (as per usual), outside grilling chicken. Not too long afterwards his girls were right by his side (they be on his heels). If Monet wasn't stuck on the side of the fridge holding Alleia, I'm sure they would've been in his skin too.

I'm trying my best to play his save like a legacy but I can't bring myself to age anyone up. Monet's STILL pregnant but hopefully I can bring myself to unpause it (I'm so not ready for another infant...but also that means all the kiddos are gonna have to age up and I'm not ready. there is still so much I wanna have them do and also I ain't got time for all these festivities but like I want them to experience all the festivities). OMG! Send help! How do ya'll Legacy style peeps do it!

Apparently Marguerite wanted to be in his skin too because she popped up pissed off and SEVERAL days early to pick up the girls, which of course didn't go over so well. It's very awkward between her and Mel now, they literally despise each other (because she keeps starting arguments...then wants to scream, cry, throw up two seconds later...because blues grief. GIRL PLEASE! her ass wasn't sad when she was married, letting Slim slip & slide all up in her...nevermind 🙃)

Life & Death mixed with LoveStruck has had miss girl's po' lil heart in shambles honey. One moment she's flirty and thinking about Melo, then grieving their divorce, then gets pissed off, and takes her frustrations out on Scar (preferably in bed). Her and Scar's relationship also took a hit, He tried to give her some of that "act right"...and as soon as they hopped outta bed, she immediately started an argument which pissed him TF off, so their romance dynamic went from "Unpredictable" to "Strained". They may be on a little breaky break because he hasn't hit her up in a minute but he's been ridin around San Sequoia like he lives there. GIRL! Then to make matters worse, her triflin' ass baby's father Slim decided to pop up unannounced, uninvited, and unwanted (in a flirty mood) trying to research parenting on her laptop. HE KNOW DAMN WELL HE WAS JUST THERE TRYING TO WHISPER SWEET NOTHINGS IN MARGUERITE'S EAR. Now they haven't talked to each other in a while because he ultimately didn't want anything to do with her or their child, when she told him about himself he had the audacity to get a little hurt sentiment. *eye roll*

Maybe it's time for Mama to take a vacation to relax, relate, and release because she needs a break from men for a minute (or atleast I think so).