#it is my fave lil spook

[maple-and-pie]

28 for the Pokemon ask game owo?

28. Do you have a favourite pokedex entry?

"This Rotom has possessed a convection microwave oven. It will sear the surrounding area with its burning heat, then smile in delight."

Just a silly lil guy, setting everything on fire. I love it!

I love any of the Rotom dex entry's, they all be like this, just a lil troublemaker gotta love it❤️

[msweebyness]

Papa’s Got You: A Descendants Short (Rest in Power, Ken Page)

Here’s a little short I did for the Spooky Month, a sweet little moment between baby Darcy and her papa! Rest in peace to Ken Page, thank you for giving life to one of my fave villains of all time! Enjoy! @imsparky2002 @artzychic27

Another crack of lightning ripped across the sky, the thunder that followed rattling the barrier and all the buildings of the Isle of the Lost that laid beneath it. The thick, heavy raindrops smacked onto its jagged edges and rolled off it into the ocean, the storm stirring the waves up around its base. Many of the residents of the forlorn island grumbled in annoyance at the noise and picked up items that had fallen from their places. Storms without the rain were common here, and most of the residents were indifferent by now…

Most.

On the outskirts of the dilapidated city sat the lair that was home to the Boogie family. The twisted tree stood menacing as ever, knowing what lay beneath it. But in that dread chamber now, hunched below one of the various machines with her tiny burlap hands over her ears was little Darcy Boogie, the daughter of the Boogie Man himself. She wasn’t scared, of course, don’t be ridiculous! Nothing scared her, just like her papa! She just…didn’t like all the noise, that’s all!

Heavy footsteps sounded through the room as the one and only Oogie Boogie entered his lair, just as another streak of lightning split the air and thunder roared once again. Following this sound, he heard another, a little shriek of fright and he gained a soft, knowing smile one would never expect to see on the face of the King of Terror as he walked toward the sound. Kneeling down, he was greeted with the sight he had expected: his little girl, hunched up and trying to put on a brave face, but unable to hide how she was shaking. Eyes wide, Darcy turned to look at her father.

“I don’t like it, papa! It’s too loud! I want it to stop!”, she said, before quickly adding, “But I ain’t scared, I’m not scared of nothin’!”

Her father gave a low chuckle before reaching over to ruffle her hair, “Course not, Lil Terror.” He had just barely gotten the sentence out before another boom of thunder sounded and Darcy dashed over and leaped onto her father, hiding her head in his shoulder.

Standing up with Darcy in the crook of one arm, the boogieman soothed his daughter, “It’s alright now, Darlin’. Thunder can’t get ya, it’s just noisy.”

Darcy only pouted and clutched on tighter in response. She kept her face hidden as her papa took her about halfway up the stairs, stopping in front of a window with a view of the skyline. Lightning continued to flash, and Darcy peeked up when the light caught her eyes. It was…kind of pretty.

“Ya see, Pun’Kin? All it is is a flashy light show, nothin’ to be spooked about.”, Oogie assured her, and Darcy seemed about ready to agree, before thunder rattled the entire floor, and she squealed and hid her face in her father’s shoulder again.

“Shh, it’s alright, baby girl. I’m here, papa’s got ya.”, he told her softly, rocking her back and forth. After a short while, Darcy began to calm down, though her grip on her father never faltered.

“How ‘bout we go up and you can try and spook the trouble trio, huh? That always makes you feel better, don’t it?”, the Boogie Man suggested. Shakily, Darcy nodded and the daddy-daughter duo headed up the stairs to do their favorite thing in the world.

Later, after she had thoroughly petrified Lock, Shock and Barrel, earning praise from her father as he’d given one of his big, booming laughs, Darcy found herself standing by the door, watching the clouds begin to dissipate. She stuck her tongue out at the receding gray mounds. Nothing was going to get her. Not while her papa was here, ready to scare anything threatening away.

And there you have it! Let me know what you think in the comments and reblogs!

[rifter-pride]

taking a page from @dire-vulture to post M POSE SNAPS (pronouns various)

they really wear some of my fave genes and colours SUPER well and can radiate everything from ethereal beauty to silliness to a lil bit of the spook

[the-panmixxia]

Pound of Prevention (and an ounce of cure) Chapter 1

Before we begin the fic, I would like to preface this by saying - this is my continuation of the 'A Black Cat For (un)Luck' and is also my big bang for this year! I was lucky enough to be paired up with @im-an-anxious-wreck to create some incredible art. I hope you check them out and stay tuned for the master post! (I no longer have a pc, so I'm doing all this on mobile,,, please be kind lmao)

"Oh em gee. What's a lil cutie like you doing in here?"

Virgil froze, fur standing on edge as spook quietly tilted spooks head. In the darkness of the apartment, spooks vampire roommate lurked rather ominously. The vampire that was supposed to be at work right now, shit. Had Virgil forgotten a day off, holiday of some kind? Why the fuck was Remy here!

"An itty bitty kitty~" They purred, and faster than Virgil could blink, spook was lifted by the scruff. "Where the heck did you come from? How'd you even get in? I bet Virgil let you in, knew that little shit was keeping a secret. Honestly thought spook just had a boyfriend or some shit like that. I prefer this though."

Virgil yowled in mild irritation, willing spooks body to move so spook could get out of this embarrassing hold. Remy simply smiled, showing off a row of pearly whites, along with an intimidating set of fangs. Virgil would've been intimated if it wasn't Remy.

"Spicy lil' cayenne coffee, huh? What do you want, babes?"

'let me down!' Virgil internally roared. It came out as a fierce sounding hiss, but Remy simply cooed in spooks face. Humiliating.

"Oohhh I'm keeping you. Don't care what Virgie says. You snooze, you lose. C'mon, there's some chicken in the fridge, it's time to totally manipulate your affection and make me your fave owner. Yeah. Bet cranky lil Virge never gives you chicken, huh? Criminal. Absolutely criminal."

Virgil was plonked down on the cabinets, gentle claws scratching spooks ears before wandering off towards the fridge. Spook meowed imploringly, but was ultimately ignored. Bummer. The kitten looked around, sniffing the outlet and cringing at how filthy it was. Spook should probably clean the kitchen properly in the morning, the landlord would probably blow up and evict them both if they reported another ant infestation.

Spook peered over the edge of the cabinet as Remy was preoccupied googling what cats could eat. The answer was no they can not eat fruit loaf Remy you idiot -

Hmm. The ledge was too tall for Virgil to safely launch spookself off. In human form, spook had a reputation as the perfect blend of cat and cryptid due to the uncanny ability to appear on random surfaces and within impossible crevices - though it seemed in actual cat form, Virgil was lacking.

This called for one thing. It was time to meow frantically until everyone caved to spooks needs.

Meows began, slipping out the kitten's body with ease, practically screaming with urgency. Lemme down! Lemme down, I want down!

It was effective, Remy whipping around and staring at Virgil as if the kitten had burst into song or something as equally baffling. After a second, Remy shook their head and stood up, shushing loudly.

"Shhh, no, shhh! You're gonna wake Virgil up! That little goth is deprived of sleep as it, we can't be waking spook up."

Aw. Well, that was almost cute.

"Plus, spooks such a stress head, I know if spook wakes up I'll just get chewed out for calling in sick today."

So that's why Remy was still here? Virgil hadn't forgotten their shifts. Little shit. Spook yowled in the utmost distaste, and Remy just narrowed his eyes, hands on hips.

"Don't give me that look, you crusty little feline. You gotta take a day off every once in a while, keep your boss on their toes."

Crusty? How could anyone be so cruel to a little kitten? Virgil hissed in offense, swiping tiny claws towards spooks roommate.

Remy seemed to interpret the dangerous display as an urge to be picked up, as Virgil was once again in spooks roommate's arms - thankfully the hold was no longer on Virgil's scruff and instead cradled in Remy's arms, the gentle kiss to spooks head was vastly different to Remy's usual casual affection.

"C'mon, hissy-boy, let's grab you something to eat. I'll just give ya, yup, there it is. Eat this, babes, hear cats go nuts over this stuff."

Four paws landed on a cheap laminate floor, as Remy placed both the cat and a take-away container of dry chicken down. Huh. At least it was human food? Yeah, it was certainly more appealing than the strange oat food that Virgil was fed the last time a person found spook in kitten form.

"Alright, babes! I think we just became besties, huh? Are you my best friend? I'm gonna tell Virgil I've ditched spook for you. I'm sure I'll be forgiven."

Well, at least that much was true. If Remy had brought home another cat Virgil would have been more than happy to house the little thing, but that wasn't the point! There was no way Virgil would tell Remy about this predicament either, they'd never let spook live it down. Virgil bumps spooks head against Remy's leg gently, to signal spook was finished eating.

"Aw. I guess I'll let you mooch around. Gotta get out of these day clothes," Remy tugged on their pajamas "and into something stylish. B-R-B, kitty cat."

This gave Virgil some time on spooks own, mooching around the apartment - spook never normally left spooks room during these nightly spells, but Virgil didn't realize how different everything would look from down here. Even the chipped coffee table looked like some sort of landmark.

The shower kicked in a few moments later, while Virgil was trying to scale the couch, and spook was quietly happy that spook wasn't sleeping - Remy didn't have a great gauge of how much noise they were making, and had woken Virgil up on multiple occasions.

The time alone have Virgil time to ponder spooks predicament for the millionth time. As inconvenient as this curse is, Janus really could've hit spook with something a lot more deadly - Virgil is thankful for that, at least, but really how long can the bitter mage keep this going? There is a time limit, surely. Virgil can't spend spooks entire life turning into a kitten every night like some mockery of Princess Fiona. Maybe, just maybe, Virgil should speak to Janus again. Not to forgive him. To stop this. Yeah, that was it.

It's Janus that should be asking for Virgil's forgiveness, anyway. It's totally immoral to curse your former best friend and roommate. Probably. In fact, the mage was so far up his own ass with all that philosophy crap, he'd probably go on a long monologue on how perfectly moral this whole situation is while also dressing down the idea of morality or… Something. Virgil kind of tuned out of those debates.

Yeah, no, contacting Janus would be spooks last choice. Virgil was not interested in trying to appeal to their ego again, especially not with Remus around, being a little shit and stoking the flame.

Virgil huffed and tried to find a position that was comfortable to curl up on. Being much smaller only seemed to magnify the lumps and bumps in the old piece of furniture, the stuffing underneath the fake leather was compressed into a texture resembling porridge, and still smelt like the sidewalk spook and Remy dragged it from. Vampires had advanced senses of smell, so could Remy smell this shit all the time? Are they used to it? It was so gross. No wonder Virgil burst out in pimples whenever spook crashed on the couch.

A curt knock rapped on the apartment door. Virgil froze on the couch and tilted spooks head. They weren't expecting anyone, unless Remy decided to pull a 'roommate mega dick move' and invite friends over, in the middle of the night, without telling Virgil.

The mystery person knocked again, but the shower kept running and there were no other indications that Remy heard the door. Virgil tediously jumped down, trying to utilize the powers of this strange body spook was inhabiting to listen in on clues of who this may be-

"Hey, Microsoft-nerd, we aren't knocking on doors! Waking up the neighbours is not the way to get help in feline forage!"

The voice was unfamiliar to Virgil, as was the answering voice, much closer to the door.

"I am aware of the standard procedure, Roman. However, on this occasion, I can sense a fellow vampire is inside and thus there is a high chance they'll answer the door. Though that does not seem to be the case right now…"

"Shoot, can't you use your magic vampire brain to communicate?"

"No, Roman, that only works with fellow coven members. And even then it takes an especially large bond to send comments or instructions. It's mostly feelings of visions of something - like sending the sense of danger out to alert the whole coven to a hostility."

"Ugh,whatever - just post the flyer. Patton is awaiting our return. He's cooking Madras! With venison."

"Roman we have several more apartments to visit -"

Virgil jumped back with a slight squeak, as a menacing object floated from the letter box to where spook was just standing. Once it had landed, Virgil could properly inspect it. It seemed to be a lost poster, with the words MISSING KITTEN in a bold, red font. A stock image of a black kitten graced the front, watermark pasted all over, with an arrow labeling it 'KITTEN LOOKS LIKE THIS' as well as a few paragraphs of text all around, explaining that this kitten had somehow got out of the apartment, that they were a rescue and not at an adoptable age, that they'll seek out warm small areas to keep warm and safe, and very kindly asking residents to keep an eye out. There was a whole $800 listed as reward money.

Virgil's first thought was pity, some poor person had lost a cat they'd tried to rescue, and was clearly trying their best to find the lil thing. Hell, Virgil should probably help look for it tomorrow, eight hundred could really help spook and Remy out this month.

Virgil's second thought, after briefly skimming contact information, was 'oh shit'. 'Please Contact Patton,' was at the bottom, with a telephone number, and beneath that was the apartment number. The apartment that Virgil had crawled out of when snatched by a werewolf.

Patton, that was the werewolf's name. Spook remembers the uncomfortable elevator ride where Patton introduced faemself, there's absolutely no mistaking it, Patton wasn't exactly a super common name. The two at the door were talking about a Patton as well, weren't they? One was a vampire, which didn't make sense, but was the other part of Patton's pack?

This was a lot of trouble to go through for one scrappy kitten, if Remy's theory was true.

Would Patton eat a kitten?

It's not like Virgil knows the were properly, but spook did spend a night with Patton, a night where Patton thought fae was interacting with a real kitten and therefore had no reason to be fake nice to spook. Shit, had Virgil just judged this were on event that even spook didn't think happened?

"Ooh, what'cha got, gurl? You gonna bring me my mail like a lil puppy?" A voice coos, Virgil snapping out of spooks character development to look up at an amused Remy who was perched on the arm of the stinky ass couch.

The vamp was dressed down in lounge wear, though it was glaringly obviously the 'Falling In Reverse' band shirt was Virgil's and not Remy's. Virgil stared distastefully at spooks roommate, grumpy sounds leaving the kittens tiny body. Remy glowered right back, pointing at the creature.

"Oh, you must be Virgil's pet. No one else can embody that much grumpy emo vibes. Spook has a billion tees, I'm just wearing it this once."

That was such a Remy response. Unable to roll spooks eyes at the vampire, Virgil opted to turn back around and paw the flyer once more. Over here, idiot, come read this.

Remy, for once, didn't use his vampire powers to teleport across the room, and instead took a rather leisurely stroll across the room, crouching down to read.

"Hmmm, missing cat… Is that you? Did Virgie steal someone's pet, huh?" They lifted the page closer, inspecting it with pursed lips. Remy's eyes were a very pleasing shade of red behind those shades, it was quite nice to see. Virgil moved closer, seating spookself on Remy's socked foot, and as planned, receiving a pleasant head scratch.

"Wait. Hold the fucking phone, I know that apartment, that's fucking Wolfie's apartment. Holy crap, what a psycho, he's actually putting out lost posters? Did you manage to escape his dinner plate or something?"

Remy scooped the kitten up, holding Virgil close with a protective grumble. Like a feral wolf was going to burst through the door and gobble spook up. Virgil made sure to warble out a disgruntled noise at the vampire.

"Hold your horses, puss-puss, it says here you went missing last Wednesday and that's when Virgil crawled through my window like a creep," Remy held the little body up to eye level, staring so intensely, and for a second was sure Remy was a gorgon with how still spook got. Did they figure it out? How?

"That must've been what spook was doing, rescuing you! Honestly, I didn't think Virge had enough courage to break into a were's house to steal something. Spook can't even say spooks order at the drive thru, so I'm thoroughly impressed."

Well that was both rude and awfully convenient, as much as Virgil trusted spooks roommate on matters of life and death… Honestly, Remy likely wouldn't let Virgil live it down if they found out that spook turned into a tiny kitten each night. Virgil would rather not deal with the embarrassment.

"Come on, you. I wanna watch Grey's Anatomy and I'm not letting you wander round the apartment. You'd probably piss on something."

That was rude. Virgil had excellent control of spooks bladder, thank you very much. Still, this was at least a way to watch the soap without pretending it was cringey, spook supposed. Remy draped across the god awful sofa, falling into a position Virgil had seen spooks roommate in many times, and settled the tiny body of Virgil on his chest. Since Remy didn't have body heat, it was rather like laying on a tiled floor - or having the pillow be permanently cold. Virgil decided spook liked it that way, and a gentle purr started up.

Remy's expression, still trained on the television as they searched for the show, turned down right gooey.

"You cute little thing. You're gonna love watching this, look, Meredith has just gone seeing her dad and Thatcher is there. Not British Thatcher, this one's a dude. Was in Prison Break as well, we can watch that one later."

Maybe this is why Latte ran away. Contrary to what Remy believes, most cats aren't down to sit still and watch endless sitcoms.

As the hours ticked on, Virgil tried many times to sneak away. It seemed Remy was adamant to stay on the couch all night and to keep spook right next to them. Rigorous squirming landed Virgil to be sat in a shoebox full of newspaper - something spook hadn't noticed Remy making before all this - then listening to the vampire repeat a 'potty' command repeatedly. Embarrassingly, Virgil had used it, but only once. Spooks dumbass roommate hadn't given Virgil a single drop of water.

Still pressed against Remy's cold chest, Virgil could barely make out the busted kitchen clock as it struggled its way towards half nine. Shit. Shit, Virgil was screwed.

Hissing and yowling had not worked all night, though Virgil was currently weighing the pros and cons to scratching Remy's eyes out. The vampire in question sighed at spooks dramatics, scooping the kitten up and plonking it back into the DIY litter tray. This time, Remy stood up, stretching long limbs and teasing their curls into an effortless, glamorous bedhead. Red eyes stared into green for a moment before Remy let out a loud yawn.

"You stay there, puss. I need a leak, then I'm gonna cook Virge some breakfast. Try and sweeten spook up before I ask for a feeding, heh."

Aw, that was almost sweet. In a way. Virgil was gonna enjoy that breakfast, if spook could just escape this darn box while Remy was out of the room. Huzzah! Freedom.

The box tilted over, freeing the black kitten, as spook made a mad dash for spooks bedroom, luckily it always had a jar open.

At that moment, the magic began to tingle, signaling to Virgil that time was up, but spook was nearly to the bedroom. Unfortunately, a loud 'hey!' distracted spook, turning to look at the vampire that seemed rather peeved about the cat escaping. A stagger on an uneven rug had Virgil tripping up, unfortunately the transformation completed itself at that moment, meaning Virgil's human body grew itself big enough to smack full force into the door, leaving the emo flat on the floor with a light groan.

The door was pushed with quite some force, hitting the doorstop and coming back to bap Virgil a second time. Brilliant.

Virgil sighed into the cheap olefin carpet, hearing hesitant feet shuffle around to get a better look. Spook bent spooks neck awkwardly, looking at Remy with squinting eyes. The vampire looked completely befuddled, before lips began to curve upwards into a big smile. A big, overly smug smile.

"Oh, babes. You've got some tea to spill!"

[ghostboyjules]

2, 3, and 4 for the spooky asks 🖤🧡🖤🧡

honey honey honey!!! good mornin darlin'!!

2. horror movies or silly cartoon spooks?

hmm I think definitely horror movies! but tbh my fave fave things are like. youtube compilations of spooky things caught on camera.. those can also be kinda silly too so I always get a lil toss up which is nice 😌

3. when does spooky season start for you?

ooh good q... I think honestly it starts as soon as I notice a marked change in temperature! as soon as the nights and morning start getting colder and the trees start to turn.. hell yeah.. prime spooky time..

4. favorite spooky movie?

The Conjuring!! such a great movie. I also really love Poltergeist, The Exorcist, The Shining.. I'm obviously more of a fan of the paranormal ones than gore or slashers.. I don't like watching them alone tho!

thanks for the ask m'love!! 💕 sending a lil bat friend to give you a smooch on the cheek for spooky vibes 🦇😘

[erwinsvow]

Hi pookie! Was wondering which “animal reader” you most relate to I’m also assuming you have yourself in mind when writing?

What are you up to this weekend? Hope you’re well <33

- 💓

hi pookie bae!!! omg love this question again thats like one of my fave concepts on here so fun to see everyones views on it!! personally i think i'm a deer reader! i think im pretty shy around new people and i feel like i get lost in my head a lot, also i feel like in a lot of my writing i'm portraying a more deerish type of reader who gets spooked by rafe pretty easily like when he gets mad, gets like very trusting with him, lets him call all the shots.. idk i feel like thats just me! but anyways i really want to write something longer for a shy/skittish deer-y reader with rafe. i think im gonna work on that now!

and im doing good! just been watching lots of jersey shore.. fun! im feeling a lil down so i didnt write today at all yet.. im hoping to turn the tide around and write now tho. hbu? how was your weekend going so far? and which animal reader do you see yourself as?

love you and hope ur staying wellll! as always thank you for popping in <3

[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

I dunno if my ask went though, tumblr said no links are allowed in the ask. If it didn’t just lmk plz cuz im just sobbing/j

But I’ll rewrite here so if it did you can ignore this haha.

Anyways you fave anon is back, me 🌽 anon /j. So I loved what you did with my ask before and gotta say didn’t expect art but it was also amazing I ate that up. Anygays, I was recently scrolling in your page since I haven’t been here for a lil while and my eyes caught your post with Alister(?) with Abyss with the whole theatrical bit. And that obviously had me hooked since I’m also a lil hyper fixed on hazbin myself but not fully…yet.

So I decided to come back with this one simple ask:

What kind of demon is Abyss and power or abilities do they posses? Also also what are their relations with the hazbin crew, like what are their usual interactions with one another?

Now one may say that one is simply curious….which is half true. One could say that I could be getting more info to cook up something that one might enjoy.

That’s all form me, until we meet again! /ref

Ps: love your art!! I always eat it up and it is simply divine!!! Have a lovely day and always be gay /j

- 🌽 anon

Unfortunately, your original ask never went through, but I'm very glad you doubled down on it. It's one of the reasons why I try to make posts encouraging asks sometimes, in case someone either forgot or realizes that it probably might not have gone through

Now, onto the ask. Lemme just start with: AAAAAAAAAHHHH! I fucking love Hazbin so much! I've loved it since the pilot, it's just one of those things I've silently enjoyed for years, I couldn't help but make an OC! Also, sorry for the rambling in advance, this is going to be long. Like, LONG long, so buckle up buddy bois. Also, also, very brief mentions of suicide, rapists, and murderers, but it’s a Hazbin post, sooooo

Of course, the initial was a more feline demon, as you can see, but then I was talking with an old RP buddy that suggested deer since I wasn't quite sure about their original design. Deer had been on my radar, but I tried the cat first. I love both, but the deer based one is definitely the one I prefer. I actually based the coloration and bioluminescence on this reply from @roseytoesy that I forgot to add in my original post of Abyss (Sorry Rosey!)

Abyss has two primary ‘abilities’. Abilities in quotations because one is passive: they have a venomous bite and venomous spines. They're laced with a venom so potent that they easily killed their first demon on accident when they were attacked and their assailant stabbed themself with a spine. Since joining Hell, they've also found out that their venom can be a very potent drug if processed/diluted a certain way, so their main source of income is selling their venom concentrate. Their spines, however, will lose both potency and bioluminescence within three days. They'll use these shed spines to hang stuff up in their room sometimes though

Their second ability is the only reason they weren't exterminated during the angels coming down, and it's the fact that they can shrink. It's mostly involuntary and just sort of a panic button to slip away. They've gotten better at controlling it so that they're not just shrinking everytime they get spooked, but it still happens occasionally. They’ll also use it to shrink slightly to help shrug off people touching them. I’m not sure whether or not to add more abilities, but there's the two for now

As for day to day interactions, I also have to think about how they'd be introduced and general personality

Of course, Abyss is another self-insert, so mostly what my other characters do, they do as well. They’ve got a rather dry sense of humor and sarcasm, though they’re not very good at reading other people’s sarcasm and will tend to take things at face value. They’re a pretty recent fall compared to the others, less than five years in Hell, so they’re more skittish and anxious than cold-hearted or confident in their abilities. They are, however, one to make fast friends given the opportunity and compatibility. They love games, but find Charlie's overly childish games a bit nauseating

They're very… skittish/antsy/defensive when first being introduced to new situations and hate leaving whatever small comfort zone they can make in Hell. So I more or less picture them sneaking around to scout out the place and the inhabitants before they decide whether or not they want to actually be a part of the whole operation. I think they'd last maybe two days before being outed by Alastor

I'm imagining since Alastor just doesn't show up in some episodes that it's not uncommon for him to be missing from the hotel occasionally during the day. But, when he comes downstairs the next day Charlie is like, “Now that everyone's here!” and Alastor just goes “I think you're missing someone”, just YOINKING them from nowhere and plopping them in front of everyone. He probably knew they were in the hotel the entire time but thought it’d be funny to give them a false sense of security before just procuring them from wherever they were hiding

Aside from the obvious surprise at the sudden deer demon, initial impressions would range from skepticism with maybe even the thought of them being a new attempt for the Vees to get information about the hotel. But, thanks to Charlie wanting to see the best in everyone and them barely knowing about the Vees (Only Vox because of the TVs everywhere), everyone would cool off mostly pretty quickly. And, here’s what I think everyone’s relationship would be with them in no particular order

Charlie, of course, would love that there was another demon interested in the hotel, even if she’s a bit appalled and stumped at what she’s working with when she finds out that they committed suicide and mostly didn’t do much wrong in their life (I'm going with the thing I grew up with where Catholic people would tell me that if someone committed suicide they'd instantly go to Hell). Most of their sins would occur after reaching Hell, such as drug use and killing (even if most times is in self-defense). Abyss would have an amicable relationship with Charlie, being suspicious of the good-nature at first. But, once they’re comfortable with Charlie, they have no problems just hanging out and shooting the shit with her. Even though they will find her optimism sometimes a bit overbearing, they’d try to be polite about it (in their own way)

Vaggie would be suspicious of them at first like with Sir Pentious, but would overall not really mind them. Probably wouldn’t like their attitude a bit because if she says “I’ve got my eye on you” or something, they’ll almost definitely reply back with “Well, you’ve only got the one”. I think they would eventually get along with each other. Maybe not super buddy-buddy, but friendly enough. Abyss definitely thinks Vaggie is a bit too suffocating with Charlie sometimes, but it’s between the two girls not them, so as long as Charlie doesn’t mind

Angel Dust is one where I’m not quite sure where their relationship would stand, either at first or over time. He’d probably make a raunchy joke or something to test the waters to see if he can piss them off to get a reaction. I can’t imagine him trying to make a pass at them because they sound more feminine, but if he did they’d probably be caught off guard and either reply bluntly in confusion or give a playful comeback thinking it was a bit. I can imagine them being drinking buddies with both of them at the bar. I feel like he’s the type to maybe find random ramblings amusing? Which is good if he’s drinking with them

Husk is another one I’m not entirely sure about. I feel like it’s a very hit or miss with him. Currently my buddies and I have said that he's the most like one of my friends, so I feel like Abyss and him would get along fairly well. Even if they don't particularly like each other the most, it'd probably be pretty amicable. Also, Abyss would definitely try to be nice because they're still new-ish and also can't imagine that being a bartender in Hell is better than in the human world. Fucker is used affectionately

Nifty would probably be a bit curious and vice versa, but I think both of them would mind their own business overall. I think she’d be a bit appalled by the disarray in Abyss’s room if she ever goes in because they’re a cluttered mess. Not dirty necessarily, but very unorganized and everything is everywhere. Both would definitely cause chaos while drunk

Sir Pentious is one where he definitely wouldn't trust them at first, but he's also a bit of a goofball. Aside from probably passing out if he tried to squeeze them because of their spines, Abyss likes his inability to take certain jokes (like in the Pilot when Angel calls him “daddy” and he confusedly goes “Son?”), and will help explain things when they can. I feel like he doesn't particularly like them until they show an interest in his gadgets or egg bois. Do they understand what he's talking about? Absolutely not, they just want to hold a gun

Now, for who you're probably waiting for, Alastor! He’s a bit more complicated. Not because he’s hit or miss with Abyss, I think he wouldn’t actually dislike them. Hell, he might even like them. More because he’s still a mystery in general and more… conflicting? I know that I already drew a picture of him taunting Abyss to make them shrink, but I can’t help but think of this page from the Hazbin Hotel comic that came out on the official site years ago

From what we see in the whole comic, he only threatens the butcher when the butcher reaches for his cleaver to potentially strike at Alastor. Even then, when the butcher backs down and starts preparing his meat, Alastor doesn’t go full sicko mode. He’s perfectly chipper and back to being pleasant. It’s only when the butcher just grabs the sheep demon that he goes ballistic and ‘kills’ him. I don’t know if by ‘fairer means’ he just means weaker people/demons or just feminine people/demons (He came from the 1930s, he probably goes off appearance and voice rather than asking people pronouns)

Now, I’m not sure how canon the prequel comic is in general since it’s been years since it’s illustration, but we also see similar instances in the show. Maybe not exactly coming to the aid of someone off beat, but Alastor never really starts shit. He’s just fully prepared to finish it. He didn’t come after Vox, Vox started dissing him and then he retaliated effectively. He wasn’t really bothered by Sir Pentious, even when he blew up a wall, until he either mentioned the Vees or presumably just kept pestering Alastor to fight, where he defeated him soundly. Even with Lucifer, I think the reason he was so pissy on sight is that he was blatantly ignored at first and then immediately presumed to be the bellhop before Lucifer proceeded to insult his work on the decor and bash on the hotel before singing about obviously needing the ‘Big Boss of Hell’s help

Anyways, back to interpersonal relations between Abyss and Alastor.

He’d probably do the classic “I’m sure you’ve heard of me from my radio show” thing, to which Abyss would reply “I haven’t, sorry”. since they weren’t around before he left for seven years. Now, the thing that I think would make this a favorable interaction for Abyss is that they apologized. Regardless of whether it was a quick sorry or a genuinely sheepish look since Alastor always seems to have a massive point of pride on his radio show, they still did it. Angel Dust kind of just got told who he was by Vaggie in the pilot, but Lucifer downright disrespected this man by calling him a has-been because he hasn’t heard of the Radio Demon, even though the same King of Hell doesn’t even have a television either

I feel like Abyss could remain in Alastor’s… well, probably not favor, but good graces is the best phrase I can think of, as long as they are generally chill and polite enough. He’s surrounded by delinquents, murderers, rapists, and so on. I think a coping semi-depressed deer who curses like a sailor but generally doesn’t cause trouble is alright in his book. I think though that, like Lilia from Twisted Wonderland, he does like taunting and spooking them to get amusing reactions from them

I do love the idea of Alastor as a pred, but as of right now I can’t think of how it would escalate to that kind of situation realistically unless they REALLY pissed him off or something. Maybe I’ll think of something after the finale tonight, lmaoooo

[turntheotherpurf]

If he wasn’t asked yet, Officer Papermouth?

1: Sexuality headcanon = Straight, and prob somewhere on the Demi scale too?

2: Otp = Still pretty curious to see how Roger x Bloberta would've played out in-canon... like with Bloberta being that firm, but loving influence to help instill more confidence & maturity in Roger (and then him showing Blobs some genuine, honest love she's been missing in her marital life? 🥺)

3: Brotp = If he and Blobs ever got together, I can def see him being a sweet mentor/father-figure to Shapey ^^ Which prob would later inspire the lil dude to take up Roger's career path as an adult?

4: Notp = Him x Florence 'cause like... dude, yall have been divorced for well over a year now. Let her go, already... 🤦

5: First headcanon that pops into my head = He grew up with a single mother who used to coddle/shelter him from alot of things (mainly as a side-effect of her husband leaving her while Roger was young). Resulting in Roger's childish naivety even well into adulthood...

6: Favorite line from this character = "What in the H-E-double-hell?" lol

7: One way in which I relate to this character = I can be a bit easily spooked at certain things, esp when I don't expect them.

8: Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character = How his jealousy streak in "Sundays" escalated to the point of shooting his daughter's teddy bear?? .-. A definite yikes right there... esp with poor Anne's reaction by the end :c

9: Cinnamon roll or problematic fave? = A well-meaning guy at heart... buuuut def needs a crash course about how to handle relationships better.

[lowkeyclueless5137]

RAPID FIRE, WHAT WOULD DO RIDDLE, KALIM, EPEL, AND IDIA IN THE BEN 10 AU THINK OF XLR8, FOUR ARMS, SWAMPFIRE, ECHO ECHO, WILDVINE, GOOP, HEAT BLAST, DIAMOND HEAD, BIG CHILL, UPGRADE, GHOSTFREAK, And last but not least WILDMUTT? That’s my question :)

O-Ob coming right up

Here we have the ask with their faves, since the faves are also on the list you gave me :3

Riddle

He likes the fact that XLR8 is extremely fast, he even picked up a talent at rollerskating because of it. :3

Four arms is a sort of close favorite, mostly because of the strength to just punt anything into the sun. He won't outright say it, but if it wasn't for swampfire, 4 arms would be Riddle's favorite full transformation.

Swampfire is his favorite full transformation. I believe it is pretty self explanatory. :'3

He doesn't really like echo echo that much, but alas, he finds it OK to be able to have duplicates. It's like working in a perfectly coordonated team, which is a breath of fresh air from the *ahem* a certain duo.

Wildvine is Riddle's favorite half transformation alongside Heat-blast. Again, for pretty self explanatory reasons. When in half transformation, roses grow out of his left eye, which Riddle didn't know why. Later on, after an eye test, he found out that his left eye has a slightly bigger number and couldn't see as well in distance than with his right eye, who was perfectly fine. It wasn't something that outright needed glasses or lenses, but it is something that Riddle only found out because of his half Wildvine transformation.

Goop is more of Riddle just relaxing a bit. A few times when in this form, he could be seen resting as a smol lil puddle. Ace once caught him in a jar, which resulted with a heavy collar and a lecture. :'3

Heat-blast, again, is a favorite half transformation. This is also one of those half transformations that Adeuce and Jack find absolutely badass looking, which only ranks it higher as a favorite. :D

Diamond head is probably one of the reasons Riddle picked up ingineering design. At how he summons those crystals, he had to study how to make quick and sturdy structures, not just raise a wall and hope to work. :'3

Big chill is a pretty wierd experience, because when in half form, he doesn't look intimidating at all(Ace's words, not his) but it's a very versatile alien. Sometimes, if he still has a few minutes after a fight/training and Ace, Deuce or jack would need some cooling, they would huddle around Riddle since he was basically free fridge. :'3

Upgrade is the reason Riddle picked up mechanics. Although upgrade relies on imagination too, Riddle had very poor imagination and as such, the next best thing was either to ask Adeuce or Jack or just study about machines in general. :'3

Ghostfreak is more of a salty transformation, but also one Riddle loves to use to spook Adeuce. These 2's reactions are always priceless. :'3

Wildmutt. His first and the one Riddle feels like he should use more often, but his pride won't let him go batshit crazy and rip to shreds an enemy.

Kalim

Uses XLR8 when he wants to steal an extra cookie after Jamil said enough for the day. :'3

Four arms is seen by Kalim as a top tier hugger. Jamil doesn't believe it that much but meh :'3

Swamp fire is one of Jamil's personal favorites, but Kalim finds it meh (no hard feelings, pls :'3) it's a combo of Wildvine and Heat-blast in Kalim's eyes.

Echo echo! One of the favorite full transformations! :D

Wildvine is definitely on the meh tier, mostly since Kalim does not really know how to use the plants in other ways than to crack a whip on the enemy's back. :'3

Goop! the precious Goop is one of his absolute faves :D

Heat-blast is Kalim's first transformation and holds a special place in his heart as both first time and also special bug extermination method Jamil approves of.

Diamond-head is Kalim's favorite half transformation for 1 motive: shiny :3

Big Chill is a form Kalim rarely embraces because it has those scary vibes. Same thing applies to Ghostfreak as well.

Upgrade is fun, but breaking the freezer is not :'3

Wildmutt is the only time Kalim truly acts like he's absolutely free. Jamil just thinks it's ironic how Kalim acts like a gigantic golden retriever :'3

Epel

XLR8, Four arms and Wildmutt are his favorite and he would fight you on it :'3

Swampfire is more neutral to Epel. He just doesn't see the appeal. But he considers it a far better mix of Heatblast and Wildvine.

Epel doesn't really enjoy that echo echo is smol.

Wildvine, much like Heat-blast are cool, but Epel would say that Swapfire is just a mix of the 2.

Goop is fun, Goop can stain Vil's curtains, Goop is great!

Epel appreciates that Diamond head is stronk and 'ripped', even more cool when he learns to control the said

Big chill is such a cool transformation in Epel's eyes. He isn't a big fan of the more eerie intimidating, but he thinks it's pretty awesome how the temperature drops around him or how his wings can turn into a cloak/poncho

Upgrade! The reason why Vil doesn't let Epel drive. EVER.

And Wildmutt! The absolute favourite! Vil would probably appreciate it if Epel won't chew his carpets :'3

Idia

He uses XLR8 for deliveries pickups or faster fights. Thankfully, Idia seems to be a naturally born roller skater, talent which he never knew he had. Ortho really wants to go rollerskating, but that still needs some time of convincing :'3

Four arms falls in the same category as Diamond head in the 'big stronk hunks', what sets the 2 apart is that 4 arms is even more stronger, while Diamond head has Idia always inventing new ways to use those cristals.

Swamp fire falls in the same category with Wildvine, where Idia sometimes forget that he can regenerate his cut plant limbs. Sometimes he still freaks out about it. :'3

Ortho adores echo echo, so Idia sometimes indulges for his brother to pat him on the head when in that transformation. :3

Goop is the first transformation Idia experienced and he sometimes uses it to hide around or manage machines from inside.

Heat-blast is great for Idia. It feels right with his motifs, but he has poor control over the flame expansion once he ignites something. He is still working on it. :'3

Now, Big chill is a favorite and as such Idia often uses this transformation, mainly because of the cold atmosphere it creates, as such he usually hugs Ortho like this when his circuits might overheat. That or use ghostfreak post book 6. :3

Upgrade is another favorite, because Idia just has a long experience with machines and experiments on it. That's why it's a favorite.

Wildmutt is more or so a fun one for Idia, especially when he can't properly see people, but just sense their presence. If he doesn't see them, he feels better and as such has a better performance. But sight is also something Idia does rely on a lot so when Wildmutt is out, Ortho does have to guide him with a few things.

Man... It took a bit :'3

[tetzoro]

i'm cheating sorry, but my fave writing of urs has to be fine line (will always hold a place in my heart <3), when it rains it pours, and what happens in Argentina ! you always write our tetsu so beautifully :3

fine line !!! oh how i miss ceo!kuroo … good thing i’ve turned it into a long fic and im workin on it again, huh 🤭 TEEHEE !!! but when it rains it pours omigosh ?? that was such a rushed lil fic bc it was hurricane season and i was spooked and PLS tetsu running thru the rain to get to you .. yeah .. yeah !! PLEASE THE ARGENTINA FIC ! i have such an urge to rewrite it but it’s the first smut j ever wrote and im too scared to go back LMAO

which one of my fics is your fave ? ᰔ

[devouring-hive]

"Now while I ain't typically one fer sharin', I think I can offer up a few regulars I like t'go through to a fellow spook, aye!" She then squeezes at her gut, spilling out the swell of seawater she'd built up within to return to normal.

"See, my personal fave is the Monk I serve under. Her will is so constantly strained yunno, all it takes is a lil' subtle push from inside ta' get 'er to be just as bad as the folk she chastises~"

"Indeed. Could you imagine how big I might be otherwise? Truly, it does give the advantages of both~"

A grin.

"Perhaps we should recommend each other hosts~"

[ubashaaa-archived]

my fave thing abt tf2 is that i literally have barely any cosmetics at all except for scout who looks like  a little elf boy 

[pedrito-friskito]

Kay!! Congrats on 300, lovely 💕 for your celebration: 🦦 how about a meet cute with our fave grumpy DEA agent, Mr. Javier Peña? He deserves a lil something sweet, I think 😌💗

sadie!! thank you so much my sweet! 💕

hope you enjoy, you are 100000% right our favourite grumpy DEA agent does deserve something sweet, and this is definitely that 😋

a/n: full disclosure I have not finished narcos yet (still lmao) but this would be (I BELIEVE) sometime after the end of season 3. no warnings, just tooth-rotting fluff that I might build off eventually 😇 (separate from my other javi fics as well!)

beat the heat - javier peña x fem!reader

✨kay’s 300 follower celebration✨

It should be illegal for the weather to be this warm.

Javier’s had that thought more than once in his life. Colombia was a whole other beast compared to the summers in Laredo that he was used to. It was a different kind of heat, the humidity hanging in the air and clinging to him like a second skin. It was a lot, and it took some getting used to, sure, but now, the weather in Texas feels more foreign to him than anything else.

It’s a dry, blazing heat. The kind that just feels like staring into the sun, warming you from the inside out, sweat pouring out of every nook and cranny. In a way, it makes him long for the wet summers in Colombia, chased away with ice cold beers and fans that spun till they broke. And nights on the compound, before everything happened the way it had, the concrete floors murder on his back but the perfect way to cool off.

And on top of feeling so hot his shirt is clinging to every inch of his torso, Javier feels out of place.

A carnival — a fucking carnival of all places. Chucho had all but yanked him out of the house that morning, deciding that he wasn’t going to let his son sleep another day away when the community was coming together. And they had; despite the heat, the whole town must be here, crowds of people everywhere he turns, faces he recognizes, others he doesn’t.

He’s run into a few friends, since he’s been back. It’s awkward, some of them telling him how proud they are, others approaching him warily, like he’s an animal that might get spooked. Javi tries to brush it off, to take the bad with the good, but the feeling sits heavy in the back of his head, the reminder.

He’s not a hero.

He’s not, no matter how many times Chucho tries to tell him different.

What happened to you over there?

Too much. Far too fucking much.

Today, however, he decides to push the thoughts away completely, following his father through the crowds until they find the line of food stands tucked towards the back of the field housing the carnival. He fills his face with tacos and empanadas and barbecued corn dripping with butter. Chucho watches approvingly, and Javier can feel the quiet appreciation coming from his father, to see his son with an appetite for once. It’s always been a debate in his house, even before, when his mamà was still alive.

You don’t eat enough, Javier. You’re too skinny, Javier. You need to put some meat on your bones, Javier.

It plays on a loop in his brain some days, but today, he pushes it away. And lets his father push another beer into his hand. The chill down his throat chases away some of the heat sitting on his skin, and Javier finds himself wandering, quietly disappearing after some of Chucho’s friends join him at their picnic table.

The whole place is buzzing with activity, stalls with games manned by less-than-impressed looking teenagers, a ferris wheel tucked in one corner, one of those spinning rides that makes Javier’s stomach turns just looking at it. Even a fun house.

He’s not totally sure what possesses him to do it, but he finds himself doling out a few dollars for ride tickets, getting in line, and walking into the fun house. He waits until the kids ahead of him are out of sight, not wanting anyone to witness his careful walk through the spinning tunnel that makes up the entrance. It’s probably a weird thing, a grown man walking through a fun house alone, but he makes it through the tunnel in one piece, wiping the sweat from his brow. It’s surprisingly cool on the other side, and Javier is immediately met with a room full of mirrors and paned glass, a zig-zagged path that he assumes till take him to the other size. He scoffs quietly, rethinking his choices, but then—

“Can somebody help me, please?”

You don’t sound…scared, per se. It’s an almost-funny mix of fear and exasperation, definitely more frustrated than afraid, and your tone alone puts a smile on Javi’s lips. He lifts a brow. “Hello?”

“Oh my god,” comes your quieter exclamation. Then, called louder: “Is someone else in here?”

“I’m here,” he calls back. “Are you stuck?”

A long pause, and then you quietly admit it. “…yes.”

Javier stifles his chuckle, lifting a hand in front of him as he takes a step forward, careful that he doesn’t come face-first with a pane of glass. “You need help?”

“I need to get out of here!” you call. “My stupid friends ditched me and I can’t find my way out of this stupid thing.”

“It’s okay,” Javier replies. Something ticks in the back of his mind. He doesn’t recognize your voice, missing the Southern twang most of the women in Laredo carry. Besides, he prides himself on knowing as many people as he can, and you have a voice he would most definitely remember. “Just keep talking, okay? I’ll follow your voice and we’ll get you out of here, sound good?”

“O-okay,” you reply, the word stuttered slightly. “What should I say?”

He can’t stifle the chuckle this time, stopping in his tracks as his hand touches glass. “Whatever you want to, I guess. Could start with your name. I’m Javier.”

You’re quiet for a moment before you reply with your own name. “It’s nice to meet you, Javier.”

The sound comes from his left, so Javi moves in that direction, both hands held up in front of him now. He can only imagine how ridiculous he looks. “It’ll be better when we can look at each other and talk, eh?”

You let out a little giggle, and he follows the noise, swinging around a corner and letting his feet slide against the ground. His fingers meet glass again. Damn. “I guess so. I don’t know what else to say.” Another giggle, and he turns again, this time getting a good ten feet before he hits another pane.

“What’s your favourite movie?”

“My favourite movie?” you repeat. Another turn. “Top Gun.” Javi just starts to laugh, the noise echoing through the space. “What?”

“Top Gun? That’s your favourite movie?”

“Yes, that’s my favourite movie.”

“You’re not from Texas, are you?”

“No,” you reply, your voice sounding wary. “Wait a second, I can’t be from Texas and like Top Gun? Is that what you’re saying?”

He sputters another laugh. God, when was the last time he laughed like this? “No, no! Your accent. I’m just trying to keep you talking.”

Your giggle is nervous this time, sheepish. “Oh.” A pause, and then… “I’m from Colorado, just for the record.”

“Colorado?” Javier repeats. “I hope you didn’t come all this way just for the carnival.”

“No,” you reply, and he swears your voice is getting louder. He’s getting closer. “I’m staying with my aunt and uncle for a while.”

“They live in Laredo?” he asks.

“Yes,” you reply almost instantly, and then pause again. “Y’know, maybe I shouldn’t be telling you all this, you could be a—”

Javier rounds a final corner, hands still held in front of him, and there you are. Your back is pressed into the corner of two glass panes, arms crossed over your chest. You’re wearing the sweetest sundress he’s ever seen, thin straps over your shoulders, the skirt tiered at your hips, buttons up the front. There’s fluorescents in the maze, so he’s not sure what colour it is, not sure what colour your eyes or your hair is.

But he knows you’re beautiful.

“You’re Javier Peña,” you say, pointing a finger at him, your eyes sparkling. He can see the sheen of sweat on your skin, the way some of your hair has fallen from where it’s piled on top of your head and is curling against your neck. “You’re Chucho’s son.”

Javier balks. “You know my dad?”

You start to giggle again, and damn it all, if it’s not the sweetest thing Javier’s ever heard. It’s even better this close to you, the sound unimpeded by glass and space. “I do. My aunt and uncle own the land beside yours.” You nod once. “I’ve seen your picture before, and your dad talks about you a lot.” And then… “He’s proud of you.”

He waits for the second part. For what you did in Colombia. For being a hero. But it doesn’t come. You’re just watching him, hand lowering from where you’d pointed your finger, fingers curling in the fabric of your dress, a soft smile on your face. Javier just stands there awkwardly, rubbing the back of his sweaty neck, palms going more clammy than they already are.

“So,” he says finally, dragging his eyes up to meet yours, trying not to let them linger too long on your dress, “what do you say we get out of here?”

You nod enthusiastically, eyes going bright. “Yes, please.”

Javier steps in front of you and looks back at you. “Put your hands on my shoulders,” he tells you, and you obey, nodding once. He smiles and you smile back and then he goes to take a step and…

…his forehead hits glass. Hard.

He stumbles back a bit, directly into you, and you try to stifle your laugh, he can tell you really try to, but it doesn’t work. The little giggle is replaced with a much louder, unabashed laugh, and all Javier can think is your giggle barely compares to your laugh.

“Are you all right?” you ask, and it takes him a moment to realize that in the shuffle, your hands had moved from his shoulders and are currently resting on his hips.

He’s grateful for the fluorescents; hopefully you can’t see him blush. He rubs at his forehead. “Yep.”

It takes a while, to get out of the maze. He remembers to put his hands up this time, and pointedly focuses on the task on hand, if only to distract himself from the fact that your hands are still on his hips.

There’s more of the fun house to get through, you both realize: steps that slide back and forth on a track, some kind of twisting rope course, a ramp that bounces you both up and down the moment you step on it. You’re very quickly gripping Javier for support, both hands now wrapped around his bicep, and he can’t stop smiling.

Then you’re out of the fun house, back on solid ground, and Javier can see you for real. The blush in your cheeks, the colour of your eyes, the shade of your hair. Your dress is purple, lavender, dotted with little yellow flowers all over.

“Thank you,” you say as you fall into step beside him. He’s waiting for you to disappear, to go run off and find your friends, “for rescuing me.”

He lets out a little huff of a laugh, grinning at you. “You’re welcome, Maverick.”

Your eyes go wide, jaw dropping, and you shove his arm. “After you gave me all that sass!”

“I’ve seen the movie,” he tells you, chuckling as you start to shake your head. “I didn’t say I liked it.”

You purse your lips, squinting at him. “Whatever you say, Charlie.”

“Charlie?” he repeats, brow creasing. “That’s the girl’s name, isn’t it?”

You slip your arm through his, bumping your hip against his. “It is, but Maverick gets the girl in the end, doesn’t he?”

He just stares at you, mouth dropping open. You let out a sly laugh, curling your hand around his bicep like you had in the fun house. He can feel the heat radiating off of you, but despite the unforgiving Texas warmth, he’s glad for it. It stirs something in him, something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

“C’mon, hotshot,” you grin, tugging on his arm. “I’ll win you a teddy bear.”

You spend the rest of the afternoon together. He tells you more than once you should go find your friends, but you’re adamant to stay right by his side, telling him you’re having more fun with him than you’ve ever had with them, and that, “those jerks left me in the fun house to rot, and you saved me, so I’m sticking with you.”

You make good on your promise to win him a teddy bear, proving to be a better shot at him at the  game where you throw darts at the board full of balloons. Javier pays for three throws, and you nail every one. 

There’s conversation as you meander through the carnival. He learns a bit more about you, offers a bit more about himself. You’d graduated a few years back, couldn’t find anything you truly liked back in Colorado, so you decided to come down South, stay with your aunt and uncle until you could figure it out. You hadn’t yet, you told him, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and looking down at the bag of cotton candy in your hand (Javier’s treat).

“I’m starting to like Laredo more and more,” you told him, and he could hear the meaning in your tone, see it in the blush that slowly crept into your cheeks, not from the heat, but from something more.

He nods. “Me, too.”

You end up back at the picnic benches, and Javier finds his father in exactly the same spot he left him, a collection of empty beer bottles on the table, surrounded by friends, all chatting away. Your aunt and uncle are apparently among them, both greeting you happily as the pair of you approach.

“There you are!” your aunt calls, smiling as you bend down to peck her cheek, squeezing your uncle’s shoulder. “We were wondering if you got lost somewhere; I was this close to sending out a search party.”

You roll your eyes. “Jenna and Harvey left me in the fun house. I got lost in the mirrors and couldn’t find my way out.” Your aunt looks concerned, patting your hand, and then you look over at Javi, stood by his father’s shoulder. “Javi rescued me.”

“Rescued?” Chucho repeats, craning his neck back to look at Javier. “Aren’t you a regular knight in shining armour.”

“My saviour,” you sing-song, and Javier feels that something stir in him again when you wink at him.

The sun has started to set, the temperature blissfully lowering, and the carnival comes to life further, every inch covered with lights in an instant. There’s a dance floor set up in the middle of the picnic tables, lights strung from stand to stand, and a band starts to play.

You hover by your aunt and uncle, talking animatedly with your aunt, glancing over at Javier every few seconds. He pretends not to notice, toying with the little teddy bear you’d pushed into his hands the moment you won it. “Something to remember me by.”

He already knows he’s not ever going to forget.

The band plays something slow, and couples start to fill the dance floor. Your uncle asks your aunt to join him with a flourish, and Javier hears you giggle as they take to the floor, arm in arm.

Chucho elbows him in the ribs, and when Javier looks at him, he’s jutting his chin towards you. “Ask her to dance.”

Javi starts to protest. “I don’t da—”

“Te pasaste todo el día con ella, Javier,” Chucho returns, lifting a brow. You spent the whole day with her, Javier. Javi sees you glance over, shoot him a smile before turning your gaze away. Chucho continues. “Es una buena chica, de corazón fuerte. Ella podría ser buena para ti. Baila con ella.”

She’s a good kid, strong heart. She could be good for you. Dance with her.

Javi sighs. Chucho is right, he suspects. You could be very good for him.

His dad starts to laugh. “Before I do.”

Rolling his eyes, Javier pushes himself to his feet, rounding the picnic table and coming to stand in front of you. You look up at him slowly, eyes bright and shining. Honestly, where did you even come from? “Dance with me?” he asks, the words stumbling out of his mouth as he holds his hand out to you.

You just grin, pressing your hand into his. “Okay.”

You’re both quiet as he walks you onto the dance floor, the slow song fading into one he actually recognizes. He bites the inside of his cheek as his hand settles at the small of your back, other hand holding yours. Your other rests on his shoulder, toying with the collar of his shirt, and Javi clears his throat. “I had a lot of fun with you today,” he tells you, and you smile back at him.

“I had a lot of fun with you, too.”

“I was wondering,” he starts, and drops his eyes, feeling his ears go bright red. God, why is this so hard? “Wondering if, uh, if you’d want to—”

“Second date?” you supply, raising a brow at him playfully.

Javier’s confused. “Second date?”

“We spent the whole day together,” you tell him, fingers still toying with his collar, “at a carnival. That’s a first date as in my book. So, second date. And just for the record,” you lean up on your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and whispering in his ear, “the answer is yes.”

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[wheelcr]

i just wanna say rn that mike wheeler is that one lowkey pussy germaphobe, staying away from his friends when they're sick but he'll still have the heart to drop off some snacks or at least give them a call

and it's a funny story because i got the chicken pox when i was younger and he got it after visiting me a few days prior. that was when we were like 11 and he's been scared of sick people ever since

so i shifted to my stranger things dr with a small fever ( tbh i was just looking forward to joyce's treats or one of the older teens giving me a free movie to watch while i'm stuck in bed )

i was getting kinda sad because mikey would normally like call me once he finds out i'm sick and he'd keep me company over the phone, which clearly hasn't happened yet! and i was getting worried

was a lil spooked out to find mike, a few mins later, in the doorway to my room, holding four whole boxes of different lunchables in one hand, and my his favorite hoodie in the other

also snuck in a sweaty can of my fave soda even though i'm not allowed to drink anything too sweet or too cold

and i was fr just ??? that's weird.. that's suspicious.. so i obviously asked him like

"why are you here?"

"woah woah woah i thought you said i practically lived here" he gave me an offended look, cursing as he dropped one of the snack boxes

"yeah—"

"you don't ask people why they're in their own home"

"yeah but i'm sick and you're.. you know what i mean" i trailed off, not really knowing what to say, and mike was growing impatient and embarrassed? "no, i don't know what you mean. listen do you want the stupid soda or not?"

that obviously shut me up. i just nodded meekly and we went on to watch 'the breakfast club'. him occasionally whining about wanting me to play with his hair but gave up because i didn't wanna accidentally make him sick too </3

[midasinc]

to celebrate halloween what do u think the amis‘ favorite horror movies are?

oh my god wait can i do a halloween hc post and then answer this ask

ANYWAY

-halloween isn't really as popular in europe so for the majority of their lives, les amis literally don't care about halloween because it's just never been something they've celebrated. most of them don't even celebrate all saints day. the end of october is just the end of october

-CIRCA 2018: ENTER- BAHOREL! A MAN OF CANADA! A MAN OF THE PEOPLE! A MAN OF SPOOKS AND THRILLS!

-bahorel has celebrated halloween with his older sisters literally since he was a born. he was in a little pumpkin costume when he was a baby- there's photo evidence at his mom's house. anyway, he's a HUGE fan of halloween. it's his favourite holiday easily. anyway, when he moves to paris all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for his new life, he's utterly ecstatic to see the fall colours begin to appear in the city

-so one day with feuilly he's like "what are your plans for halloween? what are you dressing up as?"

-feuilly is kind of just like. what.

-and so bahorel is devastated to find that none of his friends celebrate halloween like he does. not even jehan. courfeyrac likes to get tiny pumpkins to put on his windowsill, but that's it

-the first halloween he's in paris, he stays at home and watches nightmare on elm street and eats his way through a bag of candy because he's bummed. this is his fave holiday and it feels like he can't celebrate it anymore

-bahorel is not a quitter, though, so the next year he tells everybody he's throwing a Totally Unassociated With Anything Else This Month Party and everybody needs to show up or else Bahorel Will Terminate Ties With You. this is not nonchalant at all and everyone is like "oh he's trying to do a halloween thing ig"

-jehan spends their day scrolling through pinterest to see halloween inspo and they end up getting really excited by the idea and shows up to bahorel's apartment in a costume they made on their own. it's a horrifying clown get up with like blood and gore and as soon as bahorel opens the door he yelps in surprise because oh my god jehan-

-courfeyrac also comes in a costume- he says it's a sexy deer but everybody thinks he's sexy rudolf from the christmas and courfeyrac is so aggravated like "do you see a red fucking nose? is my nose fucking red?"

-anyway, bahorel is overjoyed that he gets a full headcount and he tries pulling a full "let me show you the spirit of halloween!!!" and commences a movie marathon of every single halloween flick that he finds important enough to add. he also got lil candies and popcorn and decorates his apartment all orange and black and purple and he has a really good time

-the year after that, marius goes goth and he finds that he also likes the halloween spirit. he likes the spookiness and the vibes and spends the entire month watching horror and he is so addicted. carrie is his new fave movie and he has a great idea.

-anyway, on halloween night, bahorel gets courfeyrac completely covered in fake blood on his doorstep and for the second year- he's so freaked out at first. it literally looks like courfeyrac has been murdered, hit by a car, and then murdered again.

-things end up being fine after they have a good laugh about it, though, and marius, jehan, courfeyrac, and bahorel have another movie marathon

-it becomes tradition after that to scare bahorel on his doorstep. courfeyrac gets combeferre to show up as a zombie, jehan gets joly to come as a a vampire, grantaire comes as a scary clown and jehan calls him a copy cat (which starts and argument), feuilly shows up as his landlord with an eviction notice, bossuet comes as a sexy scary clown (which jehan and grantaire have to grumble and agree that it is original) and enjolras doesn't understand the assignment and just shows up like an elf because it was the only costume he has

-anyway, halloween becomes a regular for them. they don't always go over the top and they make it their own. most of them aren't huge on candy, but joly will bake a cake and jehan will bring pastries. enjolras wears his elf get-up every year because "you said a costume, courfeyrac, and this is a costume"

-bahorel loves his friends and he still loves halloween, even if it's different now

[patchworkpuzzle]

IN PREPARATION FOR OUR SPOOK ADVENTURE YOU SHOULD DO A LITTLE DRABBLE OF DEKU'S REACTION TO A HAUNTED HAYRIDE 🥺💜

AHHH JO MY DARLING SWEET MAPLE PAL!!

I am so excited for our little spook adventure! And especially the hayride, so hopefully I can channel that excitement into a cute lil drabble for you! 💛💛💛💛💛

‘It’s just a hayride, just a plain old hayride. I mean what is so scary about hay, right?’

Midoriya kept saying, all in his head, of course, to help ease his sense of mind about the whole thing; and to not worry you. He couldn’t disappoint you, not when you seemed so excited to do this, and even more so with him! How could he back out of this?

He couldn’t.

Which is why he was calming his nerves. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to expect, he had gone a few hayrides in the past when he was a little kid, sitting next to his mom with a pumpkin he had carved himself as he munched on a candy apple and got to see all the cool stuff the farm he was visiting had to offer; all the cool decorations, corn mazes, pumpkin patches, and all the little attractions.

But this was different; this was meant to be scary. And not scary in the way these things were meant for children, no. This attraction and park was made for adults, meaning everything there was going to be way scarier than some guy in poorly done makeup jumping out from a corner for a cheap scare. This…. Well, he wasn’t sure what this was going to be. But Midoriya knew deep down that it wasn’t gonna be as easy of a jaunt as when he was younger.

He was finally pulled out of his thoughts when he felt his hand being squeezed gently, looking down to find you staring up at him with worried eyes and a tiny smile, one filled with concern as you searched his face.

“You okay?” You whispered out, keeping your voice hushed so no one would listen in “Feeling a little nervous?”

Midoriya let out a little breathless chuckle, bringing a hand up to nervously scratch at his brow “That obvious huh?”

“A little,” You chuckled along with him, giving his hand another squeeze and you moved closer to his side “But it’s okay to be nervous, or even scared! This is some serious stuff!”

“W-what?” He squeaked out, eyes snapping back to you as they scanned your face for any kind of deception; only for them to roll and for him to shove you away when you started to laugh.

“Aw, come on!” You laughed, trying to calm yourself to not make too much of a scene “I’m just kidding!”

“Not funny….” He mumbled out, a pout forming as his cheeks started to puff out.

“I’m just trying to get you to loosen up, ya know, to calm down?” You defended, bringing your hands up to flatten his cheeks, giving an apologetic smile as you did so “It’s really not that bad. If I can handle it, then I am positive my favourite hero can too.”

This made Midoriya sigh, a smile starting to form on his own face as he grasped your hands once more; you always knew what to say to make him feel better, as well as feeling special; he really couldn’t stay mad at you for long.

“Just hold me closer whenever you’re feeling a little scared, okay?” You smiled, squeezing his hand once more as you both made your way to the tractor cart.

He helped you onto it, allowing you the chance to pick out the perfect seats for you to enjoy on this chilly autumn night. Sitting down next to you once you finally picked some at the back of the hayride cart; pulling you close to his side.

“Scared already?” You teased, as you snuggled closer to him, placing your head on his shoulder.

“Nah,” he bent down to kiss your head. “Just making sure I am in a prime position to protect my girl if needed.”

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