#its so hard bc its october. all halloween

[rainbowbeanstyles]

death is just so present in our lives! in every happening in the world, in our own countries and cities, our families, in videogames, in books, in movies, in shows, in music, every little corner, it's there! it's a bit hard to nagivate this after such a big loss, it's impossible to escape from it even if i'm not even trying to... man

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[86espresso]

he’s watching | jh86

warnings ; blood, knife play, fear play, mentions of murder, oral (f), voyerism but its a ghost that isn’t there?, abandoned house, ghostface/hannibal mask?, bf!jack x afab!reader,”, hide and seek :), and other freakish shit I had no idea I was lowkey attracted to. not proofread.

wc; 2.2k

a/n ; I started this during october and lost the motivation so have this in late november! I have no explanation, it is exactly what it looks like. if this is something you’re not into pleasee don’t read, this is twisted and nasty bc that’s how I function <3 once again, read at your own risk. with that, insane!jack can terrorize me anyyydayyy.

If it was anyone else stalking you down the halls of an abandoned house, with a legitimate knife and a scary mask, you would’ve ran out of the place like your ass was on fire.

However, it was only Jack. Your boyfriend.

You could tell something different in his low chuckles when he came closer to wherever you were hiding, the playful game of cat and mouse you had started turning into something more menacing in the dark rooms and hallways of the house.

The two of you were lovesick for all horror stories and urban legends, and you knew of the story of the haunted house at the end of the street, so you decided to venture there together to get away from the parties. Still clad in your Halloween costumes.

It was a slutty Halloween party, so you wore a tight fitting black top that showed more than it should and a black mini skirt. You had fake blood all over your cleavage, neck, and one single dried drop down the side of your temple. You matched with Jack’s muscle tee and black sweats, his obscured version of a ghostface-hannibal mask, and knife.

And now, Jack was doing everything in his power to ensure that your heart stayed thumping hard against your ribcage, your palms were sweaty, that you were genuinely scared before you use the code word for stopping any terrifying prank either of you were pulling on each other. You’ve never really said it before because neither of you were that easy to scare, and you didn’t take it that far.

For the record, Jack did have you feeling all of those things, not because you were scared, but because you were thrilled. Though, you’d have to admit, it was the thought of being so terrified that you liked it that really had your chest heaving with anticipation.

You wanted to know what the man in the mask could do. How he would use his knife.

“Jack?” You called out meekly, stepping carefully into the master bedroom, that had nothing but moonlight illuminating it. Your voice may be weak, but you were feeling the opposite inside, your heart burning with the desire to feel that knife against your throat at least once, to see nothing but Jack’s hooded eyes as he pressed hard enough to draw blood but not enough to really hurt you.

You knew he was near this area because you heard him here; any logical person would have turned right back but you ran towards the bullets.

You were about five steps into the bedroom when it slammed shut right behind you.

Again, any normal and sane person would’ve screamed, whipped around, ran—but you stayed still, breathing hard, a slow smirk spreading on your face. You didn’t turn around, you didn’t have to.

His shadow joined yours, standing right behind you and his heat radiated onto you, giving you much needed warmth to your bare shoulders and legs.

“Found you, doll.” He drawled, moving closer. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“I wasn’t hiding.” You say as his chest lightly touches your shoulders, his hand barely ghosting over your waist before he grips it properly.

His palm is wet.

“Jack—”

“Blood.”

You gulp. “Whose?”

“Mine.”

You head starts spinning, as if he drew your blood. You feel a spark of concern, leaning back into him, trying to wordlessly communicate it.

“S’all good, doll.” He softens his voice slightly, leaning into you.

You stiffen up again, standing straight, falling back into ‘character’ instantly.

This time, his other arm snakes around your waist, you see the glint of the knife before it lays flat against your stomach. It’s like that for a moment before Jack abruptly turns you around.

“All that chasing—you liked that, hm?”

His bloody hand stays on your waist while the other traces the blunt edge of the knife over your breasts. The mask is pretty scary, but his raspy voice and cold blue eyes work more for you. The tip of the knife just barely touches the underside of your chin; if you nod, it would pierce your skin. The thought sent a rush of heat throughout your body, and you nod carefully, the blade pinching your chin. It wasn’t enough to draw blood, but Jack understood that’s what you wanted, you could see the smile reaching his eyes as he pushes the knife up just a bit. A wave of heat mixed with pain rushes over you as you feel the smallest trickle of blood run down your neck and mix with the fake blood on your tits.

Jack’s chest shakes with a small laugh. You’re sure you could drown in your arousal.

“Fuck, y’liked that too? What am I going to do with you?”

Before you could answer, he removed the knife and lifted his mask, putting the tip of it on his tongue and licking it clean. You let out a whimper at the action, unable to resist the burning desire in your lower stomach.

“Careful, baby,” he tutts, shaking his head slightly, tracing the blunt end down to the front of your mini skirt, “he could’ve heard you.”

‘He’ was the man who owned the house in the 19th century. ‘He’ murdered the intruder that came into his house and killed his wife. ‘He’ then turned the knife on himself out of sorrow.

Jack knew you admired that man’s story.

Your cheeks flush at the thought of a fucking ghost watching what Jack was about to do to you.

Jack’s bloody hand touched the blood on your chin, the two combining in his thumb. He puts his thumb in your bottom lip, silently demanding you to suck, and you do.

Jack huffs, feeling your tongue swirl around his thumb with so much eagerness as he swiftly tears your mini skirt with the knife, causing you to let go of his thumb when you gasped. The skirt hit the floor.

You weren’t wearing anything underneath the it, the coolness of the night making you shiver as Jack’s eyes drop to your lower half.

You intentionally wore nothing underneath your top and skirt, hoping that Jack would make quick work of fucking you when the two of you got home. Maybe get some roleplay in between to thrill you a little.

But this was way, way more than you hoped for and you could never complain. The hottest man you knew had full access to your body and he had a knife. You were at his mercy completely.

Jack softly kicks near your heal to push your legs further apart before the blunt edge traces up your inner thigh, the coolness of the knife making you shake slightly.

“Jack.”

Jack ignores your pathetic whimper and puts the blunt edge of the knife directly between your folds. He could see your thighs glistening and he was delighted to learn how turned on you were.

Your jaw drops and your nails dig into his muscular forearm. “Shit, J—”

“Not another sound, doll. Unless you’re screaming.” In fear.

He moves the knife deliciously against your clit, spreading your slickness through your pussy. His other (bloody) hand works up your waist and toys with the hem of your shirt.

You hear a floorboard creak in the hallway and still.

“Hm, y’hear that too, doll? Sounded like someone was right outside the door.”

Your eyes become teary as you bit down on your lip. Hard enough to taste the metallic flavor of blood. Something flashed in Jack’s eyes and he pulls the mask off.

His knifed hand doesn’t pause its movements while his other grabbed the back of your neck, pulling your mouth roughly against his. His lips meet yours in a tangle of tongues and harsh sucking to where your lip was bleeding.

You didn’t know his thing for blood was that strong.

He pulls away and removes the knife as well. He looks directly at you with his icy blue eyes and sticks his tongue out, laying it flat against the blunt end and licking your arousal clean. He hums in satisfaction.

“Not enough,” he says once the knife is clean. Your heart was pounding with desire and fear, waiting for his next move. “I’m gonna eat you,” he pauses and smirks, “out, of course.”

Making cannabalistic implications? He’s truly out of it.

You wait for his next move patiently, the thought of doing such a filthy thing in the one place people stay away from already making the desire in your stomach deepen.

To your surprise, he turns you around, your back now facing the slightly ajar door (didn’t Jack slam it shut?) and Jack’s back now facing the wall. He instructs you to lie down on the floor, and you prop yourself up with your elbows, knees spread and bent. Jack lies down in front of you on his stomach, hooking your legs over his shoulders and ghosting his lips up your thigh.

He could sense your confusion at the position. You knew that he knew that he could’ve just pushed you back a few steps, gotten on his knee, and eaten you out against the wall.

“Wanted your back facing the door,” he frees one of his hands to push the hair away from his face, “and, I wanted you lying down so when he walks in, he has a proper view.”

You can hardly believe the words left his mouth before he latched his lips onto your cunt, sucking and licking through your folds, trying to get as deep as he could. He could feel the moan building through your chest, so before you actually could, he grabs the knife from next to him and put it half an inch away from the spot he pierced earlier.

“What did I say?”

“Not a sound.” You echo his words from before and refrain from whimpering at the cold, almost dead look in his eyes. It’s like something possessed him.

He hums before licking a stripe through your folds again, his eyes not moving away from yours. Partially because he wanted to keep you intimidated and partially because the knife was still under your chin and he would rather die than risk a wrong movement.

“He’s watching us, baby.” You feel Jack’s smirk before you register his words. You look into his eyes for a plot second before he sucked your clit so harshly, you threw your head back to stop the moan clawing up your throat.

The mere thought of that ghost watching while Jack was buried deep between your legs caused the pool of warmth in your lower stomach increase.

You don’t know if it had been hours or seconds since Jack was alternating between giving attention to your clit and folds, how long Jack had been talking through it, heavy breathing while telling you about the ‘man’s every move. You don’t know exactly how out of it you’d been, but you look down to see your shirt ripped neatly down the middle, your tits hanging out and nipples hardening in the cool air, that you didn’t know when Jack even pulled away from you. The warmth of his hands on you never left.

He did it.

Subconsciously, you knew he didn’t do it, but the thought brought you closer regardless.

“He’s right behind you, doll.”

Your mouth parts in a silent whine and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your elbows were sore from the position, so you lay fully down, tangling your fingers through Jack’s messy hair as him and his words nearly tip you over the edge. The last thing you see is his eyes flashing as he eagerly licks and sucks your clit, as if he really saw someone standing behind you. Your back arches off the floor and it takes everything within you not to let out the high-pitched moan you were holding in.

You don’t know if it was some arousal induced hallucination but you swore you saw a figure when you threw your head back while Jack worked through your orgasm, but you knew it was what really tipped you over. Jack groans into you, kissing your inner thighs before pulling away.

He was amused, admiring your cloudy eyes and dazed expression. He hasn’t even gotten to fucking you yet.

He pulled off the now damaged top off of you and tapped your cheek. “Not done with you yet, baby. Hands and knees.”

He leaned down and quickly kissed you, a stark contrast to earlier. “Don’t need t’stay quiet this time.”

The bargain was enough for you to roll on your front, entirely bare in front of him now. You hadn’t noticed the dirty floor length mirror next to the door (that was now halfway open) earlier.

Jack met your eyes in the mirror, making quick work of his sweats and boxers, using his other hand to wrap around your neck, keeping you upright. He lets go of your neck and instead form hooks his thick arm around your chest, the blood on your tits coming onto his arm.

Another burst of wind rocks the house, floorboards creaking and you were sure you heard another door slam shut. You look up into Jack’s eyes and mirror his smirk.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

okok i may have gotten ahead of myself with the christmas themed ask LMAO even tho you totally killed it and may or may not have put me into a holly jolly mood- ITS OCTOBER I NEED TO SLOW DOWN (slowtown reference?)

in honor of spooky season, may i request tyler x reader on tour during october, where reader totally goes crazy with the spooky decorations?

stickers, fake spiders and spiderwebs, fairy lights, and other decorations allll over the tour bus, backstage, tyler's instruments, etc.

maybe a bit of that tiktok trend of people covering their partners car and face with cutesey stickers lol!!

imagine tyler appearing on stage in Serious Clancy mode with cute halloween stickers all over his face, arms, and mic 😭🥹

trust, this will not be the last halloween themed ask i conjure up this month 😌

i look forward to seeing this come to life!!

hope all is well 🫶🏼

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Haunted Bus - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: none! :)

Word Count: 2614

A/N: This was so much fun to write lol I had so many ideas - halloween is my favorite holiday so I was so excited to see this request. I made it a bit niche by adding that the reader is from NZ like me where we don't really tend to celebrate it which explains why she goes crazy :) also featuring debby and josh bc we luv them! can't wait to see the next request!

It had taken everything in me to stay home while the boys were touring in October. Tyler knew how much I loved Fall and Halloween—it had become our thing. Every year, we’d transform our house into a spooky wonderland, with pumpkins lining the porch, fog machines hidden in the bushes, and skeletons dangling from the eaves. No matter how hard we tried to adjust the schedule, this time, it just wasn’t possible. The best he could do was promise we’d be home by October 14th, just in time to celebrate. But in the meantime, I was determined to bring Halloween with me, no matter where we were. By the time October rolled around, we were only a few weeks away from the end of the American leg of The Clancy Tour, and I was itching to dive into the spooky season. Debby, always my partner in crime, knew exactly what I needed. That morning, we woke up early, leaving Tyler fast asleep, and made our way to Target.

“Oh my god, look at all this!” I practically squealed as we entered the Halloween section, grabbing a red basket and darting toward the decorations. “This is like… heaven. We don’t have anything like this back home!”

Growing up in New Zealand, Halloween had never been a big deal, so the over-the-top decorations in American stores still blew my mind. There were aisles of fake skeletons, glowing ghosts, fog machines, and everything in between. It was like stepping into my dream version of Halloween.

Debby chuckled, shaking her head. “I still don’t get how you survived so many years without a proper Halloween, Y/N.”

“I have no idea,” I replied, pressing every button on the animatronic toys until they were all blinking, buzzing, and screeching. Halloween had become a serious obsession for me. The first year I started dating Tyler, Debby and Josh invited me to their legendary Halloween party, and ever since, I was hooked. Now I talked about the holiday year-round, planning decorations and themes months in advance.

“We should totally make the buses look haunted,” I said, grabbing a couple bags of fake spiderwebs and tossing them into the basket. “We could go all out.”

Debby laughed. “You know we don’t have that much space, right?”

“I know, but we have to get spiderwebs. At least those will fit!” I said, grabbing a few more packets just to be sure. Debby picked up a few boxes of orange fairy lights and handed some to me.

“We used these last time around Josh’s drum kit, and it looked amazing. He told me to pick up more. I’m sure you can find some use for them on your bus.”

Before long, our baskets were overflowing with decorations—candy corn, ghost window gels, pumpkin stickers, and all the spooky essentials. The thought of surprising—and slightly annoying—Tyler with a fully decorated haunted bus made me feel like a kid again. I was practically buzzing with excitement as we headed back, already plotting out how to turn our bus into a Halloween wonderland.

When we got back, Tyler was still fast asleep, so I tiptoed into the bus, trying not to wake him. I got straight to work, channeling my inner Halloween decorator. I stretched fake spiderwebs over the cabinets, stuck glowing ghost decals onto the windows, and placed a pumpkin spice candle on the counter. The bus was starting to look like a Halloween explosion, and I couldn’t help but grin as I imagined Tyler’s reaction.

Tyler eventually stirred, letting out a groggy groan as he reached out, his hand searching for me on the other side of the bed. I crawled beside him, watching as his sleepy eyes blinked open. His brow furrowed slightly, and I could tell he hadn’t noticed anything yet.

“I’m right here, hun,” I whispered, smiling as I leaned in closer.

“Good morning,” he croaked, his voice thick with sleep. His nose wrinkled, and he squinted toward the kitchen. “What’s that smell?”

“Pumpkin spice candle,” I said, biting back a grin. 

Tyler stretched and yawned before his eyes finally took in the scene around him—the fake spiderwebs stretched across the kitchen, the ghost decals on the windows, the plastic spiders scattered across the counter. His sleepy expression morphed into one of amused disbelief.

“How did you…?

“Debby took me to Target,” I said innocently, suppressing a giggle.

He shook his head, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile. “Of course she did. You just love spooky season, don’t you?”

“More than anyone,” I declared proudly.

Tyler sighed, running a hand through his messy hair as he surveyed the Halloween transformation. “You’re going to drive Josh insane with all this.”

“Josh will love it,” I shot back, hopping off the bed and heading toward the kitchen. “Besides, Debby helped me pick everything out, so he doesn’t get a vote.”

Tyler chuckled, rubbing his eyes as he padded toward the shower. “I don’t know what I’m more scared of—the haunted bus or how far you’re planning to take this.”

“You have no idea what’s coming,” I teased, winking as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Once he was gone, I pulled out the rest of the decorations Debby and I had picked up and headed to the venue. Debby and Josh were already there, decorating Josh’s drum kit with the orange fairy lights, while I set to work sticking pumpkin stickers across Tyler’s bass and even sneaking a few onto the piano keys. We scattered more fake spiders and webs throughout the dressing rooms and across the arena, adding to the overall spooky vibe. By the time Tyler joined us, he was stumbling across Halloween decorations every few steps, muttering under his breath each time he found another sticker or plastic spider.

But no matter how much he tried to act annoyed, I could tell he was secretly enjoying the chaos. Every now and then, I’d catch him peeling off a sticker, only for me to stick another one somewhere else when he wasn’t looking. His exasperation was growing, but so was that mischievous smile he couldn’t hide.

As the afternoon wore on, the whole crew had gotten into the Halloween spirit. Josh was drumming with little skeletons dangling from his kit, Debby was sticking glow-in-the-dark bats onto his drumsticks, and even the crew had added their own decorations to equipment cases and dressing room doors.

Tyler, meanwhile, was wandering the venue with a bemused expression, fake spiderwebs clinging to his jacket and tiny pumpkins stuck to his guitar case. I had to stifle a laugh when I saw a bright green ghost sticker on his shoulder that he hadn’t noticed yet.

“You’re really pushing your luck, Y/N,” he teased, giving me a playful glare when he caught me giggling.

I grinned, leaning back against the soundboard. “You love it. Admit it.”

He opened his mouth to argue but was interrupted by Josh shouting, “Tyler, look at your uke!”

We all turned to see Josh holding up Tyler's ukulele, now with a large spider sticker plastered right at the base of the neck. Tyler groaned, running a hand through his hair, but he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips.

“How did I not see that earlier?” he muttered, shaking his head.

Debby and I exchanged a mischievous look before bursting into laughter. “You were too busy focusing on the tiny pumpkins I stuck on the piano keys,” I teased.

Tyler sighed dramatically but couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. As the evening approached and the fans started filling the venue, the spooky decorations spread everywhere. The stage, the dressing rooms, the buses—everything had a touch of Halloween madness. Fans even showed up in costumes, snapping pictures of the stage decked out in orange fairy lights and haunted decor.

When it was finally time for the show, Tyler stepped onto the stage, falling into his intense Clancy persona. The crowd erupted in cheers, and for a moment, he was completely focused. But then, mid-song, he noticed the bright orange pumpkin sticker I’d placed on his mic earlier. His lips twitched as he tried to maintain his serious expression, but I saw him bite back a smile. It got worse when he caught Josh’s eye. Josh, sitting behind his drum kit surrounded by glow-in-the-dark bats, was giving Tyler a look that screamed, What have we become? Tyler cracked—he turned away from the crowd, pretending to adjust his in-ear monitor, but I saw the laugh he was holding in.

As the night wore on, the decorations became part of the performance. Fans pointed out the tiny pumpkins and skeletons strung across the stage, snapping pictures and laughing at the haunted spectacle. Tyler, still fighting to keep Clancy intact, kept getting caught off guard by the random Halloween touches I’d added. His mic, his guitar, even his water bottle had tiny pumpkins and spiders stuck to them.

During the encore, he finally gave in. As he came back onstage for the final song, he raised his arm to reveal the black cat temporary tattoo I’d sneakily applied earlier. The crowd erupted in laughter, and Tyler just shook his head with a grin.

“You’ve really outdone yourself,” he said into the mic, holding up his arm for the audience to see.

The fans cheered louder, and I felt my cheeks flush with pride as I stood offstage, watching him with a satisfied grin. Tyler finished the set with the stickers still plastered all over his gear, and by the end of the night, I knew I had succeeded in turning the tour into the ultimate Halloween experience.

As the last notes of the encore rang out and the lights dimmed, Tyler came offstage, still shaking his head in amused disbelief. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close as we made our way back toward the dressing room. The sound of the crowd's final cheers still echoed in the air, filling me with a sense of joy that felt as electric as the Halloween lights strung throughout the venue.

“You're lucky I love you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple, a sweet reminder of how special moments like this were to us.

“I know,” I replied smugly, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “And you’re lucky I didn’t cover your entire face in stickers.”

Tyler groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes. “Please don’t give them any ideas,” he said, nodding toward Josh and the crew, who were still cackling about the Halloween chaos. “I’ll be peeling stickers off my stuff for weeks.”

I shrugged playfully. “Totally worth it,” I replied with a wink, letting go of his waist to gather up a few stray decorations left behind.

We entered the dressing room, which was still littered with remnants of our Halloween takeover. Fake spiders crawled across the table, and a few pumpkin stickers had managed to find their way onto crew members' gear. The atmosphere was light and buzzing, filled with laughter and excitement from the show.

As I started collecting the decorations, Tyler leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with a smile. “You know, this has actually been kind of fun,” he admitted, a hint of sincerity in his voice. “Even if it is a total disaster.”

I shot him a teasing glare. “A total disaster? This is a masterpiece! Wait until next year; we’ll have the whole tour bus covered in cobwebs and pumpkin lights.”

“Next year, huh?” he mused, clearly already imagining the chaos I had in store. “You might need to start planning now.”

“Oh, I definitely will,” I replied, laughing as I tossed another handful of stickers into a bag. “I’m going to need an entire month of preparation for the ultimate Halloween tour.”

As we finished tidying up, Josh sauntered in, his hair still slightly damp from the post-show shower. “You guys seriously went all out. I can’t believe how many stickers you managed to get on our stuff,” he said, shaking his head in amusement.

“Hey, you’re just as much to blame for this,” Tyler shot back, gesturing toward the decorations that surrounded us. “You encouraged her!”

Josh held up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just here for the fun, man. But next year, I’m putting my foot down. No more pumpkin stickers on my kit, alright?”

“Challenge accepted,” I said with a grin, leaning closer to Josh as I started to plot out my next Halloween invasion.

The conversation shifted to plans for the next few shows, but I could feel the warmth of Tyler’s arm resting around my shoulders. As he leaned in closer, I felt a flutter in my stomach. This was what I loved most about being on the road with him—the spontaneous moments, the laughter, and how easy it felt to share the chaos of life together.

After a while, as the laughter faded and we began to wrap things up, Tyler turned to me, his expression softening. “You know, it’s these little moments that make everything worth it,” he said quietly, glancing around the dressing room, now a blend of spooky decor and lingering laughter.

“I couldn’t agree more,” I replied, leaning into him, feeling his warmth seep into me.

With the decorations finally packed away, we made our way back to the bus. The excitement of the show still hung in the air, and I could see Tyler’s contentment reflected in the twinkle of the fairy lights strung up in the bus. He opened the door, and we stepped inside together, the cozy atmosphere wrapping around us like a warm blanket.

“Okay, but we have to leave a few decorations up,” I said, grabbing a couple of leftover spiderwebs and tossing them onto the couch. “Just to keep us in the spirit till we get home.”

Tyler chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Not a chance,” I replied, smirking as I sank into the couch, pulling him down next to me. “This is only the beginning.”

As we settled in, I snuggled up against him, the bus rocking gently as the night wore on. We spent the rest of the evening recounting our favorite moments from the show and joking about the fans’ reactions to the Halloween madness. With each laugh and shared glance, I could feel our connection deepening. The world outside faded away, and in this moment, it was just us—wrapped up in our own little universe, where the spirit of Halloween reigned supreme.

“I can’t wait to see what kind of trouble we’ll get into next year,” Tyler mused, a playful grin spreading across his face.

I smiled back, feeling a rush of excitement. “Next year? Just wait until we turn our house into a haunted mansion!”

“Bring it on, spooky girl,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “Just promise me you’ll let me get through one more tour before you unleash your full Halloween arsenal on me.”

“Deal,” I replied, biting back a smile. “But I can’t make any promises about the off-season.”

As the night wore on, we sat in comfortable silence, the glow from the pumpkin spice candle flickering softly around us. I leaned my head on his shoulder, soaking in the warmth of the moment. Halloween may have just begun, but this tour had already turned into an unforgettable adventure—one filled with laughter, love, and more than a few stickers.

And I knew, deep down, that as long as I had Tyler by my side, every season, every tour, and every moment would be just as magical, chaotic, and full of laughter as this Halloween had been.

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[akaakeis]

hello hello sav <3 how are you doing?

im attempting a yap ask but i dont know how much time i have on my hands so if i need to go i'll just press send and you'll have an awkward cutoff. also, it will probably be mildly ominous lolol

anyways !

i got my period for the first time since like ,, july ? i think ? which is insane the stress has been crazy

also like.. wdym september is almost over WDYM. october, november, december then ??? new year ????? ur birthday ?????????

speaking of which i've been brainstorming ideas for an (online, not money costing) present and it's like. "write something. okay, what. okay, got it. wait no that's cringe nvm." even though it's probably not cringe 😒😒

a pinterest board sounds sillyfunny hmm

okay next topic pretend you didn't read the last part because i am HORRIBLE at hiding surprises like it just makes me so happy when other people are happy and like arghhh #girlproblems

i dreamt up a new smau yesterday and ill dm u about it tmr <- hasn't finished the first one yet, hasnt even STARTED it

OH OH OH I MISS YOU SM theres nothing more to that bit i kept thinking i have to add it in somewhere and also kept forgetting but like yes. um. imy baby ily 🫶

anyways SCHOOL right. today i caught my super awesome studious top grades role model student bunking class with the school's head girl. that was crazy. and i was going to bunk english (bc the teacher SUX see next para.) but i was so surprised at seeing her sneak off school bag n all during break that i accidentally bumped into said english teacher and she smiled and said hru LIKEEE KMS NO.

i spent a good 15 minutes hiding in the bathroom from her tho. okay so lemme describe our uniforms for u. so first we have like an erm. top thingy. google "female kurta" and you'll see like this thing w/ slits at the sides etc etc. it's usually shorter than the ones shown bc. uniform. and then we also have like loose fitting pants, and uhh. imagine a doctor's white coat thingy over all that which buttons up. and then a headscarf. ANYWAYS THIS IS RELEVANT BC. theres a girl in our class, the youngest & she's 15 in october. BUT wtv uh her apron (coat thingy is called that) buttons are loose and they keep opening. so obviously the teacher had to help.

"boys rn think many things they will stare at u and then in the future u will not get married" — mrs j 2024 😻 LIKE GIRL WHAT. and then she fatshamed a girl WHO ISN'T EVEN FAT BTW SHE'S LIKE. HEALTHY. AND HEALTHIER THAN MOST OF US SHE'S PHYSICALLY ACTIVE WORKS OUT AND EATS FRUITS AND STUFF um oops gtg i think.. and oh also she like ,, has hormone stuff but wtf woman. u dont even know proper english anyways gtg TELL ME AB UR HOMECOMING (?) and school is so stressful rn dont get stressed ily sav! <3

um so im gonna bawl my eyes out i was in the middle of typing out my reply AND IT DELETED ITSELF!! this is a cruel, cruel joke! ANYWAY HI LINA!! im doing good, hope you're doing well!!!!! <3

I MISSED YOUR YAP ASKS SM so happy to be receiving this 🙂‍↕️ have an amazing day at school!!

SINCE JULY??? i hate my period but i think i would lose it if i didnt have my period for a month cause i would convince myself i have conceived jesus in my uterus and am going to be a teen mother... SO ITS GOOD YOU GOT IT BUT I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER PERIODS SUCK SO BAD 💔

god it's so weird that september is ending... SPEAKING OF WHICH I HAVE AN ARTICLE DUE TO MY MAGAZINE ON OCT 1 I FORGOT today im locking in so hard on my school work and job... im also starting babysitting the side hustles are going crazy rn...but the thing is time is passing so funkily?? idk but it feels so slow during the day but before yk it you've been in the cycle for a rly long time and its the end of the month!!! i rmbr asking my friends this week if it still felt like it was the beginning of the month for them and they were like "no...?" LIKE OKAY THEN just slap me in the face and call me a freak at that point goodness 😞 but timeline 4 me we have october + halloween, november + thanksgiving, december + christmas, january + new year + BDAY!!!!, february + valentines day, THEN march + your bday <333 

im gonna act like i didnt see that one! im 45% blind in my right eye and fully blind in my left... matter of fact i cant see much of nothing 🫡

NEW SMAU WEEEEEEE im so excited to hear about it!!!!! ga(c)r is heavily staring at u from the corner of the room BUT SHE CAN WAIT

BRO I MISS YOU SO BADDD ilysm imysm chronically online era come back to us this summer PLEASE 

YES SCHOOL‼️ HELLO NOT THE ACADEMIC WEAPON I WOULD BE SO RATTLED IF I WITNESSED THAT? your teacher freaks me out i think id cry if i bumped into them LIKE I WOULD GENUINELY TWEAK!! especially the smile i can only imagine it looking creepy tbh

15 minutes in the bathroom u are so valid lina 😞 ALSO FEMALE KURTAS ARE SO CUTE THEY LOOK SO COMFY?? YOUR WHOLE UNIFORM SOUNDS SO COMFORTABLE 💔 i remember when i went to priv school i had to wear fitted polos and skorts CAUSE THEY WOULDNT LET GIRLS WEAR PANTS UNLESS IT WAS WINTER THAT WAS RIDICULOUS anyway back on topic that girl is pretty young for your class 🧍‍♀️ what r the age cutoffs like there?? cause usually the youngest ppl in my grade are both late august/early september idk

"boys rn think many things they will stare at u and then in the future u will not get married" GIRLL SHUT UP 😭 whos gonna tell her! FATSHAMED??? there is no way.... THATS ACTUALLY INSANE I BET THAT GIRL IS MORE ACTIVE THAN HER SHE NEEDS TO SHUT UP ⁉️ just messed up to do that in general like keep it to yourself ffs 😞 "u dont even know proper english" CLOCKED HER SO HARD i fear u are correct 

ILL TELL YOU ABOUT HOMECOMING NOW ILL GIVE U THE RUNDOWN OF EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED 🗣️

so like around 2:30 a bunch of my friends met up at one girl's house and we all got dressed and did makeup together!! my friend kaila did my makeup and i also did my friend jaslene's makeup THEN i had to book it and get to a hair appointment i had at a salon to get my hair done for the dance 💔 

after i finished getting my hair done i met with my friends at a restaurant and we all had dinner!! we took some photos outside while we were there and while we were taking photos my foot WAS DEMOLISHED by jaslene's boot heel thing anyway my foot was stepped on and it hurt cause i had open toe heels it was so bad hhhh BUT IM FINE NOW I THINK ‼️‼️

after dinner we all drove to the dance in one car and we were vibing out to baby + hot to go during the drive I COOKED UP THE RAP IN BABY SO HARD im famous amongst my friend group for the rap i always get the mic for that part 🫡 

when we got to the dance it was 7:00 and we just had a bunch of fun until 10:00 😭 hugged literally everyone that i knew i love seeing people at dances cause they always look so gorgeous!!!! lots of jumping around in the crowd and scream-shouting lyrics to songs that played... tons of fun 🙂‍↕️ my voice is practically gone now and my feet hurt since i was jumping around in heels the entire night BUT WE ARE SO CHILL it was really enjoyable!!

i agree school is super stressful rn... ill try not to!! you too <3 take care + have an amazing day at school!! ily lina <3 xx

[adanaac]

tierlist of my favorite color pages and stuff

gushing abt them below ⬇️

i did top 4 and not top 5 bc a lot of the 5th place for these is like a 5 way tie

Double page

ch102: what ive learned from this is i really like full scenes. cmon!! who doesnt!! also man the colors are really good. hatanaka really has a deceptively good character design, once again proving to be senseis blorbo

ch88: sorry principal color page u have been dethroned as my fav i still love u so so so much tho. love the umbrella and plum blossoms, and also obviously principal is really hot. im pretty sure i know the umbrella asset on clip studio and actually have it downloaded. also i just personally love the paper cranes bc my sona is based off paper cranes

ch60: culture fes arc has some of my favorite color pages and b&w pages and my favorite aesthetic in general really. also i owe hijita my life for proposing the chinese dress theme. haru looks so so so good in chinese clothes and the combo with hatanaka's hoodie in the underground culture fes is top tier. also my favorite non-cover color page and volume promo are from this arc too

the color palette is also so good i basically stole all the colors for that halloween art i did (still love it so much). now u might be thinking. if i have so much to say abt this one why is it only 3rd. tbh its bc this one is the oldest of the 4 so ive had more time to savor it. also i just like the principal one better than this one, and i like the hatanaka one better than the principal one. (but i dont actually necessarily like the hatanaka one better than this one?? its a rock paper scissors situation)

ch79: 2 harus. im sold 👍 also makuragaeshi arc just means everything to me also i consider this color spread a package deal with the vol 12 inside color page which makes me like both of them more

at this point the seimeiliker part of me is yelling WHATT THE 2 SEIMEI COLOR PAGES ARENT EVEN HERE??? THE AME ONE ISNT EVEN HERE??? FAKE FANNN theyre tied for 5th!!! maybe even tied for 4th!! i just really like the ones that are full scenes!!!

Single page

ch25: this one isnt getting dethroned anytime soon its just so good. the COLOR PALETTE the LIGHTING AUGH ITS SO GOOD. and of course haruaki looking sexy as always 👍 this might be one of the sexiest harus tbh. i think its also one of my favorite official arts in general i cant think of many that i would confidently say i like more than this one. ITS NOT EVEN ATTACHED TO SOME DRAMATIC CHAPTER ITS THE PTM CHAPTER LMAOOO

ch46: miki pretty privilege.... i think miki arc has my 2nd favorite aesthetic, behind culture fes. tbh i like the 2 b&w cover pages from this arc just as much as the color page (maybe bc theyre more angsty by virtue of being black and white??)

ch33: i am so married to this chapter. one of if not my number 1 fav chapter. tbh this one is tied for 2nd with the miki one, its just bc i like how colorful the miki one is. this is the only time haru gets drawn with just solid black hair and its very pretty 😳 this one is also a package deal with the 2018 october gfantasy cover in my head bc theyre both teacher trio, not really in their usual outfits, from around the same time, and gets made as merch together often

ch75: im not exactly married to this one like i am with the top 3 but its just good art good composition good colors!! its just such a... cozy and normal scene contrasted with it being a color page. (wait fuck thats what the arc was about)

u may be wondering. why are all the single page ones sort of old. this is actually bc recently all the color covers are double pages (from 76 to 102 there's 1 single page and 9 double page covers)

Cover

vol 13: aughhh seimei...... punches walls etc im so normal about it hahahahah god i love the parallel with vol 1. sensei insane for this. i have nothing else to say this cover just fucks so hard i spent days oogling it why is seimei so hot. also aughh the unused draft for it would have been so good too but the vol 1 parallel was probably the right choice....

vol 10: this one stockholm syndromed its way into being my number 2. ok not really its a really good cover everyone is rly pretty and its a very fun composition and u know i love culture fes. but also it was the thumbnail on a lot of manga sites for the longest time so it ended up being the cover i associate with yohaji in general the most, maybe even more than vol 1

vol 14: i am easily swayed by principal 👍 i see principal and i neuron activation. its so funny its like the most blantant spoiler cover

vol 9: i am also easily swayed by ebisu 👍 sensei sure loves her red and blues huh. also sano in the black shirt is really hot. can u tell i also love when theres parallels

vol 8 is tied with vol 9 tbh rintarou and ibara are so pretty

Cover flaps

i didnt do the back covers bc theyre all alright to me tbh theres not standout amazing ones that make me lose my mind. ok maybe the vol 6 and vol 8 one. i am easily swayed by seimei and ebisu

now the cover flaps on the other hand. oh ym god

vol 14: WOOF WOOF BARK BARK BARK WHITE HAIR HARU WOOF WOOF THIS ONE MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME......... normal harus expression is soooo good...... the mini harus...... and Him... my cat..... sobs.... tanaka mai is a cruel god how dare she pull out this design and concept for 1 chapter and we're probably never gonna see it again..... UNLESS??? (<- mentally ill) anyway heres this promo art for no real reason other than i wanted to oogle him more

v7 and v5: lumping these together bc theyre both harusanos. can u tell i love parallels. and vol 5 has the harusano handholding and vol 7 has the sano confession under the moon.... wow......

v13: i love animal trio they mean so much to me. also just look at weasel hatanaka i wanna squeeze him like a squeaky toy

Inside color page

for a while i was like "how come my fav inside color pages all seem to be from recent volumes" it turns out its bc sensei only started doing full scenes for them starting at vol 10

the vol 11 one IS really good but its up against such bangers as "has principal" or "has haru" or "has seimei" sooooo

vol 10: look this one has principal and is culture fes of course its my favorite. easiest decision in my life. i think for all these categories the top 1 spot was super easy and 2-4 could all be shuffled around. it may not make me as mentally ill as the other 3 but its straight up good art i would set this as my phone screen any day

vol 13: hi this one makes me mentally ill. its so cool it has such cool imagery and its also so inscrutable. what does it all mean. why is saturn there. this one (and also all of kyoto arc tbh) makes me want a anime so bad

vol 12: you KNOW im a sucker for makuragaeshi arc aughhhh this one makes me mentally ill in a different direction from the vol 13 one. the fact he wore a blazer uniform when he was actually in high school and him wearing a gakuran in this arc. fucks me up every time

vol 14: aughhhh...... tanaka mai is out to GET me...... i care them so much.... so so much......

5th place probably still isnt the vol 11 one LOL sorry renpapa thats gotta go to vol 6 (the one with haru in the bath)

in conclusion. i am easily swayed by haru/seimei/principal/ebisu and i will never recover from white hair haru

and also culture fes has my no. 1 favorite aesthetic and miki arc is no. 2. time travel arc will probably prove to dethrone miki arc to become number 2 but idk if itll dethrone culture fes

[teabookgremlin]

6 9 17 18 22 26 30 39

If that's too many just choose your favourites. Hope you feel better my love 🧡

6: What does your umbrella look like?

this is a very appropriate one for today as i needed my umbrella for my walk to work bc it was raining. um but my umbrella has like rain clouds and rain drops with cats and dogs on it (raining cats and dogs get it) and i’ve had it for years and i love it

9: What’s a little thing in life that you love? 

so many but i’ll go with any sort of fun little drink (especially if its a tea drink but i also love a good mocktail and appreciate that more restaurants offer nonalcoholic but fun drinks these days)

17: What’s your favorite season and favorite month in that season?

my favorite season is fall! it’s not super long where i live, we go very quickly from summer to winter but i always enjoy the mildly chilly days and pretty leaves and fall vibes. my favorite fall month is october bc i love halloween and october is the big birthday month in my family so i get the opportunity to bake a bunch of cakes which is lots of fun (although this past year being at school out of state meant having to give up my status as the birthday cake maker)

18: Do you have a favorite pair of socks?

ooooooh this is HARD. i have a huge sock collection and i love them all so much to the point where i literally will not throw out any of them until they are more hole than sock. here are some of my favorites tho via google images

22: What’s an underrated video game/ movie/ show you love and think it needs more recognition?

i can’t really think of many tbh, i feel like a lot of the stuff i like tends to be on the more popular side (or i just engage with enough people that like it that i think its popular)

26: What would you do if someone gave you flowers? 

answering this in the case of someone romantically giving me flowers bc like i’ve gotten flowers for special occasions before but haven’t really cared. BUT if a partner gave me flowers (especially if they were sunflowers or violets or one of those lego flowers kits) i would be so fucking happy and give them lots of kisses bc i am a romantic little bitch

30: Favorite Halloween costume you dressed up as? (if you don’t celebrate halloween have you ever cosplayed or would you like to? who did you cosplay as?) 

i’m gonna go with my jackie costume from this past year bc it was great but runner up goes to my mothman costume from 2 years ago bc it was fun and i brought my mothman furby around with me. here are pictures of both

39: What’s your favorite random piece of decor in your house and room?

the first thing that comes to mind is this cute little ceramic black lab wall art thing i have. my dad bought it for me after seeing me admiring it at a local art gallery type place and i love it bc it always reminds me of my first dog

lovely calm asks

[rose-and-lemongrass]

🙅‍♀️🎥📽️

🙅‍♀️

Honestly anything too torture-y. There are movies I like that have torture in them, but either its mostly offscreen/goes by quick or it's just one or two scenes. What bothers me are the movies that are ALL torture. I don't know how someone can watch 2 hours straight of people in pain. Like I'd never watch an Eli Roth film, and I've really been dragging my feet watching Saw. I know the first one isn't nearly as bad but the whole idea of the series kinda grosses me out so I keep putting it off. Also it's not rare for animals to die in horror movies but I will avoid a movie if I know it happens. Like I would probably like Drag Me to Hell, but I know what happens to the kitten so I've been avoiding it.

🎥

I think everyone should watch Nope. I think it's a masterpiece. I'd consider it more of a thriller than a horror movie, though. There's that One Scene which is one of the most anxiety inducing things Ive ever seen (fun fact the second time I watched it in theaters I started crying right before the scene happened bc I was so scared to see it again). But the rest really isn't that scary.

So definitely watch Nope if you can, but if you want more of a horror movie... I love The Menu, it came out last year. I was going feral watching it in the theater. I know people who hate horror movies who loved it. And I know its reputation but the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie is super close to my heart. If gore bothers you I promise that its not gory at all, no one believes me when i tell them, but aside from from blood splatter there's no gore. My cousin hates gore but she watched it with me a few halloweens ago and she liked it a lot. The dinner scene is legit one of my favorite scenes of all time, the directing is really cool. I love it to death, I watch it every October.

📽

Cherry Falls is usually my go to for obscure horror movies. I feel like I'm one of the only people who cares about it at all, or even knows it exists. It traumatized me pretty bad as an 8-year-old, but as an adult i dont think its scary. it's a really interesting movie though and is still very relevant today. It's just REALLY hard to find. I think the only way you can even watch it is by buying the Bluray. Also heavy cw for sexual assault. It has a point in the movie, it's not just for shock value, it's a part of the message. But yea heads up if it bothers you at all (i did make a video on it a long time ago too so I guess you can check that out???)

Something that's easier to find: Cube. I love Cube, it's such an engaging watch. It's very character driven and the premise and setting is really unique. And I think it’s on Tubi!! 10/10 would recommend

[sasouken]

@stubborngods asked: [GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again. (hoshi to shiro bc im so mean) // send memes !

it's been a minute since anything has set shiro off into a panic. he had had long years of therapy to try and get a handle of what had happened to him and what had been done to him. the thing about being a soldier is that it never really ends. the war can end, the battles can be done, but it never really leaves. it sits in his bones, weighing him down. it's been so long that he doesn't even notice the weight of it anymore until something like this happens.

it's harmless— a joke, even. but when something jumps out at him, instincts take over and shiro goes into fight mode. arm swings out, aiming for the kill, changing its trajectory last minute when he realizes it's not a danger. it's just a prop.

shiro had never disliked halloween. keith's birthday is in october and shiro has always loved going all out for him.

but with his fist in the wall, glowing hot purple, he thinks maybe he might not like halloween so much from here on out. he's breathing hard, eyes unfocusing as he takes a step back, pulling his fist free from the drywall. he can hear voices around him, probably calling out to him, as he struggles to breathe. he might pass out. fuck, he really might.

shiro lowers himself to the his knees, blindly reaching for the ground. he can't even be embarrassed, too focused on not getting hurt if he blacks out. but before he can, there are gentle hands on his face, and while it takes a few moments, he's finally focusing on his daughter's face. hoshi.

she looks so worried and shiro— he feels even more like shit. he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to focus on his breathing. eventually, everything stops feeling like it's underwater and he can hear her voice, bringing him back from the edge of darkness. he's shaking, but he's here. he's grounded and she is his anchor. he places a hand over hers, opening tired eyes to meet her gaze.

"sorry," he mumbles out, leaning into her hand. "'m so sorry."

[intertexts]

OKAY YOU ASKED FOR THIS . TALKING ABOUT MY FAVORITE BAND EVER THAT I CAN NEVER GET ANY OF MY FRIENDS INTO BECAUSE THEYRE SO SPECIFIC AND WEIRD. VIBRATING LIKE A DOG IN YOUR INBOX. only band ive ever known where i can put their entire discography on shuffle and not skip any of them. i like every cretaure feature song out there theyre so awesome.

OKAY OKAY SPECIFIC HIGHLIGHTS THAT I THINK U SHOULD LISTEN TO .

every day is halloween << this is their most recent song! they released it as a single october 2023 and i was SO EXCITED bc they hadnt released a song in like. 3 years until then. its very silly and bouncy and the way he sings halloweeeen is so fun to me

grim grinning ghosts << yes the song from haunted mansion. i like this cover more than the original if you can believe it :]

GOREY DEMISE << this one is on greatest show unearthed so youve probably already heard it but im highlighting it again because i like it a lot. for YEARS ive wanted to do an october art thing where i draw each of the letters but i havent gotten around to it yet. maybe one day (going to steer clear of greatest show unearthed bc youve heard it but also quick shoutout to how to serve man cannibalism anthem <3)

dr.sawbones << my one worm post that blew up a couple weeks ago was talking about my oc sawbones who i have still not drawn yet. he is basically just this song personified bc i like it so much

dem bones << ALSO FUN AND BOUNCY i like the backing track in this one a lot

the greatest show unearthed returns << fun sequel song :] also fun fact about this and the one before it. my favorite danny phantom villain is named freakshow and his whole thing is that hes ringmaster of an evil goth carnival and i associate these songs with him so much they are basically inseparable at this point.

finally shouting out slashback video and v.h.s.o.s because theyre instrumentals and i really like them :]

OKAY THATS ALL FOR NOW THIS IS GETTING LONG. DUDE IM NOT KIDDING I COULD TALK ABOUT EVERY SONG THEYVE EVER MADE . AUGH. GOOD BAND. once september rolls around i start listening to my halloween playlist on a loop and its like 9 and a half hours long specifically because i have the entire creature feature discography in there

MACKERELMORE. dude. dude. holding u by the shoulders looking into ur eyes. im literally a weird fucking goth i fucking LOVE this shit this is like my fucking lifeblood i will be ur specific weird creature feature friend i PROMMY this is SUCH a little bowl of seeds for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THESE R ALL SO GOOD. BTW. i like dr sawbones & gorey demise tons especially..... goes so hard... everything off american gothic goes so hard... yeayayaya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! for SURE i will b looping these u fucking know it dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[countlessrealities]

@mcltiples sent:

In the bedroom, the lights began to flicker erratically. Obviously not in a similar pattern as a dying light fixture or if someone were to turn it on and off multiple times. It's as if someone kept cutting the wires and messing around with them.

Then a radio from somewhere in the house turned on. A holy song, sung operatically by a heavenly choir, deep in voices. Morty doesn't know it yet, but she's here.

{ To Morty from Valek xD bc i thought he'd scare a lot easier xD }

Morty almost didn't notice the first time the light flickered. Not only the bulb that lit up his room hadn't been changed in ages, but he was far too used to being in places with blinking lights. He had lost count of how many times he and Rick had broken into some creepy lab or super top secret building or abandoned warehouse.

It was easy to pay no mind to unstable lighting when there were potential dangers lurking around every corner.

Had that been it, the teen wouldn't have thought about it twice. He probably wouldn't have even remembered it happening, not even for the sake of asking his Dad to change the bulb.

However, as it turned out, it was just the beginning.

When the lights flickered a second time, they caught Morty's attention. At first, all the boy did was shooting an annoyed glance at the ceiling, but then it happened again. And again. And again.

The hair on the back of the teen's back rose, as if static hard filled the room and Morty felt his body tensing up against his will. Something was off and he could tell, he could feel it. He couldn't have said what, but the fact didn't make him doubt his instincts. After so many adventures and so many crazy experiences, he had learnt to trust his guts when it came to the unexpected.

With evident hesitation, Morty lowered the screen of his laptop, uneasily eyeing the door of his room. From what he knew, his parents were out on a date or something, and Summer was supposed to be at one of her girl friends' houses.

As for Rick...He wasn't sure of where his grandfather was, but he shouldn't have been home either, even if you could never tell with the man.

Before he could speculate any further, though, something else caught his attention. Music. Not the kind he would at times hear being played by his family members. It wasn't one of Summer's pop songs, nor one of Jerry's boring, obscure tunes. It wasn't the soundtrack of one of his mother's podcasts either, and it surely wasn't one of Rick's rock, alien or earthen, pieces.

It was the kind of melody he had heard only in movies since, if there was one thing his family had never been, that was religious. And yet, the words and the melody the choir was singing was unmistakably something you'd expect to hear during a mass.

Gulping audibly, Morty snatched the laser gun he kept under his mattress for emergencies and slowly made his way into the corridor. Aside from the song, the house was eerily quiet, so much that the deep voices sounded almost deafening as they echoed into his ears.

"Uh, R-R-Rick...?" He called out, as he slowly made his way down the stairs. "A-Alright, you...you got me. T-This isn't funny, okay?"

This could have been just a prank, right? It was October and the scientist loved being a dick. He scared the shit out of his Dad at least four times before Halloween came, so there was no reason why he shouldn't have done the same with him.

Maybe he had been a little too argumentative lately. Or maybe he had disobeyed one time too many. Or perhaps he could have just gotten on Rick's nerves without even realising it. And now the old bastard was making him pay for it.

"...R-Rick?"

The only answer he got was the echo of the eerie song throughout the hall. It seemed to be coming from his father's mancave and, now that he thought about it, there should have been an old radio in there.

Sucking in a deep breath, the teen started to head in that direction and was rewarded with the volume of the song getting louder, a sign that he had guessed its source right. The lights flickered once again as he turned turned on the ones of Jerry's personal room, but he tried to ignore it, amber eyes locking on the radio set on the desk. It was now or never.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Morty dashed across the room, almost expecting to feel someone, or something, grabbing him on the way. His hands reached for the old-fashioned device, scrambling to turn it off as quickly as they could.

The moment they did, everything ceased. The flickering, the static filling the hair, whatever bad omen that had been causing his stomach to twist. Even the silence of the house went back feeling normal, with no threat hiding in the shadows.

Morty's legs gave in underneath him and he found himself collapsing on the floor as he let out the breath he hadn't realised he was holding. What the fuck had that all been about? Some kind of weird magnetic field? A device hidden inside the radion? Oh, as soon as Rick would have gotten back, he would have given him an earful for almost causing him to have a heart attack.

With a grumpy huff, the teen rested the back of his head against the desk. Despite his irritation, deep down he was glad to have solved the mystery. For a moment there he had almost thought that he was dealing with something real. Instead, it had been just a dumb, demented prank. Nothing to worry about.

...Right?

[slutdge]

im gonna actually have blog content for u guys today instead of crying abt how much i hate life

[ineylesian]

SEEN A GHOST?

─ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY X FEM! READER

AO3 / MASTERLIST

WORD COUNT / 2k+

SUMMARY / every mission comes with its sacrifices, and consequences.

you had suffered both; now Ghost has been off your radar for a week, and you feared he wouldn't come back.

WARNINGS / smut, pre-established relationship, vaginal sex, handjobs, makeup sex, just a lil overstimulation, clothed sex ofc ofc

AUTHOR’S NOTE / i rushed this so hard bc i forgot it was halloween y’all my brain is fried. graves and alejandro are a part of task force 141 in this for shits and giggles. happy halloween y’all!

THIS WORK IS MEANT TO BE WRITTEN IN AN ADULT READER’S POINT OF VIEW. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

OCTOBER 31ST, 11:37 PM.

A SMALL BAR ON THE COAST OF CHICAGO.

“Aye, Soap! Another one brother!”

A chorus of cheers rang out as the Scot downed his 4th shot of patron silver, slamming the glass down on the table before shaking his head victoriously.

“You’re next, Graves!”

You watched the dirty blonde raise his hands in a feeble protest, surrendering with a laugh after receiving a good swing on the back from Alejandro. His shot was swapped for a cointreau orange, raising his glass high before whistling for your group’s attention, nodding over to Price once the chatter had ceased.

“Great job this week, everyone. I know the intel Laswell found on Makarov was a surprise, but we’ll take things one at a time.”

His glass soon rose to join Graves’, and the rest of you followed suite.

“Happy Halloween, task force 141!”

The small, crowded bar erupted into celebration once more as you all rose your glasses to a toast, your own hitting Soap’s with a satisfying clink. You could feel his eyes lingering on you even after lowering your glass, leading you to take a thin sip of your own whiskey before looking his way.

Seemingly sensing his words coming, you tilted your head in faux confusion.

“Is Lt. feeling okay?” He questioned, tequila glazed lips curving into a slight frown. “It’s weird to not see him here, he’s been pissin’ about having some whiskey for days.”

“Yeah, he’s just a little stressed out.”

Stressed out was putting it lightly. Ghost hadn’t spoken to you since before you neutralized Hassan, leaving not a single trace of himself to follow before going off the grid. You hadn’t had a single clue of his whereabouts for a week now, all because of a stupid mistake.

You had grabbed Hassan by the neck before he could shoot Soap, the sudden shift of your body sending the piercing 50 meter shell made to kill him clean through your shoulder instead. Thankfully, you heard Soap’s gun go off, but you weren’t so lucky yourself, the pure force of the bullet sending you flying through the nearest window. The last thing you could remember was your shrill screams against the night air, hand clenched on one of the bullet’s openings while you plummeted towards the ground.

Three days later you had woken up, left to the sight of a bouquet of flowers signed “Price”, and not one missed call on your phone. You couldn’t even bring yourself to text him, figuring he’d decided to call it quits on your.. situationship after you’d embarrassed him in such a way. After all, if that rappel harness wasn’t still strapped to your waist, you would’ve been tallied up as another KIA.

You sighed, supposing there was nothing better to alleviate the stress than the cold glass cupped between your fingers.

“If this is about the whole Hassan situation, he hasn’t talked to me either.” Soap spoke up, grabbing your refill and sliding your way. “Think we hurt his pride, but he’ll be okay.”

“He still hasn’t apologized for ‘hurting’ my shoulder.” You snorted, filling the empty glass halfway before taking another shot. “I just don’t understand why he’s been so adamant on avoiding me, you know?”

Another shot fell smoothly down your throat, burning a trail of non sober tears down your cheeks as you slid it away from your grasp. Soap gently massaged your shoulder as your head dropped down onto the bar table below, letting a pathetic groan slide out at the mere thought of how stupid you looked right now. Completely wasted and crying over Simon Riley.

“I just… I love him a lot, John.” You mumbled after some time, propping your head up against your chin. “I know we weren’t completely serious, but I really thought he was different than that.”

“Well, wait.” One of Soap’s hands waved to the side, halting whatever melancholic path your head was turning for in its tracks. “I may not be that observant, but it’s clear as day that crabbit cares about y’a. Lets your name slip on every mission I do with him.”

You shook your head, smiling lightly as a napkin was passed your way.

“Besides, with the way he’s been actin’ lately, he probably thinks you’re mad at him. It’s almost like the idiot did it on purpose.”

A laugh couldn’t help but break its way from your lips, leading you to cover your face with one hand while the other swatted at him.

You watched as he reached for one of the Halloween decorations hanging above the bar counter, plucking up a small ghost hanging from a string and offering it your way. A roll of your eyes accompanied the hand that reached out, turning the small piece of paper in your hand before sliding it into your pocket.

That same little decoration sat guarded by your hand as the evening droned on, eventually leading you out onto the street as everyone slurred their goodnights. $5 and a cramped taxi ride and you had arrived at your hotel, bidding quiet hellos to anyone concerned with your existence. You quietly slipped into the elevator on the first floor, emerging on the eighth while your fingers dug the keycard out of your pocket.

The digital clock on the nightstand was the first to greet you, slowly flashing a red pattern that read 8:43 PM in the darkness. You ran a hand through your hair before stumbling into the bathroom, throwing up about 4 shots out of your system and into the toilet. After a 5 minute tooth brushing session, you emerged back into the small hallway that broke off into the living space, bed sheets riled up just as you had left it this morning.

BANG.

Your eyes knitted in confusion at the sudden, brash noise, safely assuming it came from your window. The raging wisp of the curtains had you reaching for your nightstand, pulling a fully loaded M9 from the drawer and tugging on the safety.

However, when you went to turn around, your shoulder met a solid barrier that definitely should not have been there.

“It’s me.”

The familiar rasp of Manchester fell to your ears, blowing your eyes wide as you whipped around. Your gaze rose to glaze over his own, shadowed eyebags imitating the tactical war paint he adorned almost perfectly.

You remained silent, slowly sliding the pistol back into the nightstand drawer before pushing it shut. Ghost seemed completely fine riding the waves of naught before your eyes narrowed, head tilting slightly in nerved anticipation.

“I wanted to see you.”

“You want to see me now? That’s funny.” A bitter laugh barked from you. “Nothing for a week and now this?”

“I know, I know, it seems shitty.” He sighed, rubbing a hand along his clothed cheek. “Just needed things to cool down.”

A click sounded from behind the nightstand, illuminating you both in the hotel lamp’s soft cream glow.

“You can’t be serious, Simon.”

He stiffened before you, quivering fingers betraying the solid, cold facade painted across his irises.

“You think completely disappearing will ‘cool things down’?” You continued, almost baffled at the sheer stupidity if this entire situation. “In case you forgot, there’s a 50 caliber hole in my shoulder. What do you have to say to that, huh?”

Silence.

“Sweetheart, it was an accident.” The words pooled out soft, quiet in the way they wrapped themselves around you, agonizingly constricting. “I would never hurt you on purpose, you know that.”

“Well you just pulled a pretty big fucking accident, didn’t you?”

His eyes closed, a hefty sigh escaping the thin layer of his mask in a manner that made you nauseous. Yet, your eyes only parted in surprise as he peeled the dark coat of polyester fabric off of his face, lips caught in a taut line as you stared him down.

“Well, now you have me.” Accent thicker than normal, he leaned forward, gently grasping one of your wrists. “May I make it up to you, darling?”

Bastard. You had to give him props for being this patient.

And you cursed yourself for hooking your arms around his neck, breathing in the mixed scent of mint and cedar wood, uniquely his, solely familiar. His lips gently pressed against yours, handling your area of injury like it was the fine china. You allowed him to lay you down on the bed, not missing the spark of raging exhaust that trailed the match in his eyes, leading your gaze to drift down to his eyebags for the second time.

Situationship, your ass. You didn’t know how much longer you’d be able to lie about that.

“Haven’t been sleeping well?”

A hum drew its way from his lips, free hand reaching up to rub at the crevices of purple and grey that hung below his eyelashes. You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together at the sleep deprived squint that emerged from his efforts, silently cursing yourself for getting pulled in so quick. It was like a curse, his touch; the languid, carelessly blinks that followed each ministration of cold hands on blazing skin.

Damn, he was good.

Slim fingers hooked themselves under the hem of your pants, sliding the material down to your knees before moving a hand to rest on your inner thigh. His spare fell to run along the base of your stomach, creeping down your skin at an agonizingly slow speed.

“Simon.” You warned. “Stop teasing me.”

The man before you let out a soft grunt before abruptly dipping his hand down to your panties, taking a firm hold of the top before ripping them straight off. You frowned at the amused glint of his eyes that followed, yet had no room to protest as the feeling of cool skin brushed against your folds. Both his index and ring fingers toyed with the outside of your clit, molding his flesh warm at the pure heat radiating from your pussy.

The thinner finger was the first to find itself pushing into you, gently making a roundabout along your walls before pulling out, lathering the rest of his fingers in your arousal. You groaned softly as he reentered you with two fingers, the gradual speed of him stretching you out sending a sharp chain of light shocks along your spine.

Despite everything in Las Almas captivating your attention, you still sucked Ghost in like he was just another part of you, completely devoid of pain due to the amount of times he’d drilled into you already. However, you could definitely tell he was trying to be somewhat sentimental with you, despite looking like he hadn’t slept in at least two days.

Your mouth twitched at the feeling, or rather loss of feeling between your legs as Ghost pulled out, motioning for you to move closer. His hands found hold on your waist before spinning you around, leaving you straddling his thighs, face nearly level with his own. A slight shift in your leg roused a sharp hiss from his lips, tucked harshly between his canines.

“Sweetheart, I’m afraid I’m gonna need you to take over. Unless you want to stop, of course.”

Your eyes softened as his own closed, raising a hand to run along his jawline, feeling the stubble of a week’s negligence kissing your fingers.

“That tired, hm?”

“Mhm.”

You inhaled, spare hand moving down to fiddle with the top of his sweatpants, noticing that they left little to no room of imagination. Ghost’s breath hitched as you slid his boxers down, fingers trailing the leaking spurts of precum down his length before running your hand along it. Your fingers gently curved inward, stopping to wrap curtly around the base of his cock before taking a drag up, and down no faster. You kept at this for a minute all until one of his hands clasped around your own, feebly attempting to pull you closer.

“Faster, darling..”

You leaned in as close as he wanted you, warm breaths fanning over his lips, lips curving into a satisfied smile before completely stopping your movement on his dick.

“Ask nicely, Simon.”

“Please, fuck..”

Your lips dipped to lock against his, swallowing up every noise of he made as you began your ministrations once more. The other hand continued where it had left off on his jaw, slowly crawling up his skin before gently tugging at any strands of dirty blonde you could get your hands on.

Parting from his lips, you rapidly increased your pace again, hand sloppily running up and down his irritated dick. Fatigued noises of bliss spilled out of his lips at each relentless jerk, finding stability in the hand that pulled at his hair.

The hand held in his hair gingerly dropped down to your own region at a swift tug, hastily moving him to rest at your clit to relieve the needing ache that had swelled there. Ghost’s head fell back, fingers furiously rubbing between your folds and nub, the rough pads of his fingers against your sensitive flesh rousing a cry from your lips.

“Fucking Hell, sweetheart.” He panted, reaching over to the nightstand with his spare hand, swiping a tissue from the box and dropping it down to his tip. “Can’t make a mess in- FUCK.”

You felt the tissue above your hand dampen, running your hand down his cock one more time before you were abruptly pulled up, his fingers messily slipping inside of you at the same time. A strangled moan clawed it’s way from your throat as the flaming coil in your naval severed, rendered Ghost’s sweatshirt completely drenched as you rode out your orgasm.

You were both left helplessly panting as his fingers slipped out of you, wiping against his sweatpants before removing his sweatshirt and tucking himself together.

“Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

An diverted eye roll responded to your taunt, too focused on helping to roll your pants up. Leaving the hem where it had been, Ghost’s hands lightly moved to your sides, running your shirt above your arms. A dim gaze fell to rest on the rather large bandage draped over your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, darling.” He breathed, eyes contesting yours in a guilty squint. “Truly.”

“Hey.” Your fingers pulled his jaw up, gently caressing the side of his neck. “We completed the mission. In the end, that’s all that matters.”

“Now you’re really starting to sound like me.”

You snorted, turning so you could wrap a leg around his upper thigh.

“In your dreams.”

[kiss-me-nott]

❝ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 ❞ kny general halloween headcannons ´ˎ˗

𝐟𝐭. ; tanjiro, nezuko, zenitsu, inosuke, kanao + genya!

𝐜𝐰. ; none!

𝐚/𝐧. ; also includes just some october stuff like corn mazes and pumpkin carving. bc its halloween i've only really included western candies + a more modern setting!

𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐨 ´ˎ˗

gets really excited for october and buys everything he needs weeks earlier.

tanjiro loves trick or treating! and probably does both sides, giving candy out first and going out with all his siblings in costume later!

[ makes them wear those little lights and glowsticks ]

he's the oldest after all and watching all of them takes priority.

so probably really prepared, with gloves and scarves if anyone gets too cold. and of course, knows the best streets to go down for candy.

usually gives all his candy away to younger kids out at night, his siblings pick out their favorite and so do his friends.

he doesn't mind of course but tries to secretly hide any candy apples he's gotten.

really good at corn mazes, like runs out and completes it in two minutes

𝐍𝐞𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐨 ´ˎ˗

she loves the costumes and ends up with too many to choose from.

probably ends up combining her favorite two, like a witch with vampire teeth.

likes tim burton movies [ like corpse bride and nightmare before christmas ] slasher movies are too much for her.

really likes lollipops, especially if they're cherry flavored or have caramel centers!

she gets cold if she stays out long and doesn't usually wear big sweaters or anything because they ruin the look of her costume.

but also watches out for her younger siblings!

probably the one to start the 'trick-or-treat' if her siblings are too shy

a bit jumpy but i think she'd laugh more when she's scared.

𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐚 ´ˎ˗

very superstitious, hates black cats and the scariest parts of halloween. [ like the extreme costumes some people wear ]

no zombies, witches, clowns. . . no no no thank you

probably dresses up as a white sheet ghost. [ under the safety of a blanket ]

hates haunted houses. if you manage to drag him into one, he'll cry the whole way and use anyone as a shield until he's out.

he likes candy though, and will brave the monster-ridden streets for some [ only after tanjiro refuses to share his candy ]

usually just wants to see nezuko's costume(s)

but i think he likes decorating the house with classic halloween decorations like cotton spiderwebs, and pumpkin carving.

isn't too good at it but he takes his time to detail it.

Gets really cold if he stays out long, red nose and ears.

𝐈𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐚 ´ˎ˗

okay, literally a halloween maniac. counting down each day until the spookiest night of the year.

loves old slasher films + usually laughs through them with mouthfuls of popcorn. [ his favorite is michael myers ]

will probably dress as him too, probably not a quiet michael myers but he loves it

but doesn't go out until it passes the 'is it scary enough test?' [ where he puts on his costume on early and terrifies anyone he sees. . . zenitsu ]

candy hoarder and will not share. in fact, he brings a big garbage bag and hauls that around until its stuffed.

scares little kids for their sweets.

sugar crashes hard, like he's face down on the couch twitching.

𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐨 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐮𝐫𝐢 ´ˎ˗

doesn't usually wear a costume, at most probably a mask but she's a good person to wear matching costumes with.

inosuke persuades her to wear a jason voorhees mask and carry a plastic machete.

usually goes out with her older siblings but when she goes with the group, she has a strict curfew.

trick-or-treats efficiently and effectively.

likes eating her candy along the way, mostly the chocolates and some of the lollipops.

chocolates aren't too sweet, and she likes all the different kinds of flavors halloween seems to come up with.

when she comes home her older sisters actually sneak a few full bars into her bag.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 ´ˎ˗

doesn't dress up or have a costume.

but when he goes out [ with his siblings or the group ] people just assume he's scary looking enough to give him candy.

"what are you supposed to be?"

his siblings usually weed out the good candy from his bag.

he doesn't like sweets to begin with but because they take the good stuff i think he's prone to like the 'gross' flavors. like those weird marshmallows, black licorice and candy corn.

but! he does have a soft spot for caramel.

doesn't mind haunted houses or 'scary' movies, but he does possess the 'fight' reaction when it comes to 'fight or flight'.

so will [ and has ] knocked out someone in the haunted house when his siblings begged him to go.

[gay-shii]

slashers with a halloween freak gn s/o + what they do on trick or treat/halloween

Jason Voorhees

Jason likes your enthusiasm. He doesn't let you decorate outside the house but the inside is free range. Its a 'secret cabin' for a reason. The last thing Jason needs is someone finding it because you put up glow in the dark spiderwebs.

When he sees what you've done with the place he's impressed. The house looks real corny with the paper "ghosts" (white shapeless blobs) on the walls but it was the best you could do.

That relatable moment when Jason comes home to Y/N reading latin from a book with a pentagram on it. Silly Y/N :)

jasons pumpkin - he took his sweet time

Michael Myers

Don't you have babysitters to traumatize?

You love Halloween? You wanna decorate the house? You wanna put out candy??? What is wrong with you?

He lets you give the kids candy only when hes out doing shit but thats it. Once he comes home its all getting shut down.

He does nothing. No decorations, no summoning satan, nothing. He's a little boring but he might watch a couple scary movies with you if you look too bummed. And by might I mean definitely.

michaels pumpkin - he punched it bc his knife got stuck

Bubba Sawyer

The ppl that come to his house get eaten, so candy isn't necessary. He really wants to decorate the house but Draytons a dick. Y'all get to decorate Bubbas room.

When you guys are done the room looks like a haunted house. Good for aesthetic, bad for sleeping. Theres fake blood splattered on the walls, fake (real) skeletons hung on the walls, and everything else you could find at that wack ass dollar store in town.

With all the scary movies you and Bubs watch, he finds it hard to sleep, especially Nightmare on Elm Street. Now we have a tired, whiny Bubba. Never remind him of that movie again.

Bubbas pumpkin - he's proud of it don't be mean

Stu Macher

Stu is a halloween freak too dw. He's hooking kids up at his house. Big ass candy bars, fancy chocolate and he always saves some extra for the two of you. The outside of his house is decorated to the max.

He might throw on a costume if theres a party or something. Don't get your hopes up, its going to be a very cheap/DIY ass costume. A white sheet with two holes poked through it? Are you serious Stu?..

Stu sees you doing voodoo magic shit at the party and he's just like "shits bouta get interesting" He likes you because you spark the mood with your halloween spirit.

Stus pumpkin - "haha because hes the murderer guy yk... people are scared of him :)"

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms will let you do whatever you want as long as you're happy and wont leave him. He's gonna ask questions about this "human sacrifice" thing you've been talking about?? Y/N??

He quite likes the decor since it reminds him of the childhood he never had. He wants to decorate with you and do all the fun halloween activities.

He expects a good halloween dinner every night for the whole of October. Pumpkin pie every meal gets old pretty fast.

"Brahms why cant I give out candy?"

"I don't need you talking to them, they're gonna take you away."

"...They're kids, Brahms."

Brahms' pumpkin - got a little carried away

Billy Lenz

He thinks Halloween is alright. He never really cared for holidays, they were just an excuse for people to get together. Now he has you so he doesn't know how to feel about it.

Yes, decorate the house however you'd like. Billy likes the fall colors, he thinks you look amazing with them on.

Billy is head over heels with you and will do anything you ask. "A cat boy maid dress for a halloween costume? Thats not very scary Y/N." He questions as he immediately puts it on. He knows what you're doing.

Billys Pumpkin - a nice pumpkin that you basically did all the work for

Hope u enjoyed lol

[uwuwriting]

Having a girl with an aesthetic w/ Shinsou, Aizawa and Bakugou

Request: Shinsou with an e-girl gf, Aizawa with a dark academia wife and Bakugou with an angelcore or cottagecore girl, please and thank you. - anonymous.

Yall, dark academia is my best friends’ and mine aesthetic and its so pleazing. Like god damn. Angelcore is amazing so soft and uwu. Do I even have to say anything fir e-girls? No, I would just do them an injustice. Love ya and sorry for the inactivity. 

masterlist 

rules

warnings: none I think. 

Shinsou Hitoshi 

-Yall match. 

-Like he wears dark brooding colors, mainly shades of purple to match his hair and maybe some greens while you on the other hand always have a black and red combo or some sort of stripped item of clothing. 

-You share beanies. 

-It has become an unspoken rule that you two will always go for beanie shopping every october. 

-Your style kinda changes according to the month. 

-Like during september you wearing mainly greys to match your sour mood bc school, during october since its spooky season you wear oranges and purples matching your boyfriend perfectly while January and December are red months. 

-Those are his favorite. 

-Red brings out the color of your lips making you look even more fearsome and badass, turning him on in the process. 

-Yes I said it, Shinsou will beg for red lipstick. 

-He’s semi worried for your hair. 

-You keep changing it and he doesn’t mind when you cut it, oh no he finds your bangs or pixie cut adorable. 

-He is worried when you change colors like you chnage clothes. 

-He liked all your phases. 

-The skank stripe and half-half ones  being his favorites but he will ask you to tone it down a bit give your hair some time to rest and regain their strength. 

-Yall paint your nails. 

-You will spend endless hours in his room just painting each others nails and doing face masks. 

-It brings out his edgy lord side, the nail polish. 

-As if the dark circles and that constant ominous look on his face doesn’t do it. 

-But you love it. 

-He looks so content when you two are just sitting there listening to trash rap songs and taking care of each other. 

-He loves it when you wear skirts with thigh highs. 

-Actually you can’t wear those anymore bc once he sees you you can’t really walk anywhere afterwards....

-He is all about your chains and chokers. 

-Like give him some he is jealous. 

-Baby really be thriving while dawning those fake silver chains. 

-If you are interested in more intracate make up he loves being your test subject and just lets you transform his face into whatever deity you want. 

-Tends to scroll through your tik tok because its full of witch toks and very very interesting cosplays and makeup stuff. 

-Somehow he found himself into anti trump tik tok and he cant get out..... then his fyp shifted to draco tok and he just gave up. 

- “Are you cheating on me with Draco Malfoy?”

- “Baby-”

- “Because I don’t blame you.” 

-Deadass has a whole folder on his laptop with couples outfits he wants to recreate at some point. 

-He’s just so wholesome. 

Aizawa Shouta 

-He really can’t understand how he managed to get such a fashion icon of a wife. 

-I mean have you seen the way this man dresses? 

-Head empty just Aizawa with pink sweatpants.

-Yeah so he really doesn’t get it how he managed that but he isn’t complaining. 

-I mean have you seen the dark academia aesthitic. 

-It gives Maraurders vibes and we stan. 

-He loves it when you wear long coats and those scarfs.

-They make you look like such a lady and so sophisticated and he lives for it. 

-He really likes the plaid skirts and pants, makes him think that he is living with an English lady or maybe a philosophy teacher. 

-Have I mentioned how much he adores your vintage book obsession?

-Going to old bookstores together and just browsing through the poetry books or the fantsy novels has become one of his favorite past times. 

-He tries to somewhat keep up with you but he struggles. 

-He really has no fashion sense but he wants to try for you. 

- “Honey you don’t have to dress up for me! I love you just the way you are.” 

-He loves you so much like omggggg!!!!

-Anyways. 

-Rainy days have become book dates where you just snuggle up together on the couch in a large fluffy brown blanket and you both have a book in your hands reading away. 

-He loves the little expressions you make when you are reading something interesting or staright up crazy. 

-He bought you your very own round -Harry-Potter-style glasses for your birthday. 

-You had been going on and on for some months now about how you wanted to go and buy a pair but you never got around to it. 

-Being a teacher at UA and a hero is kinda hard and a busy job so we get you. 

-You were so excited when he gave them to you. 

-Um for Halloween you two went as James Potter and Sirius Black. 

-He has the hair, okay maybe he is lacking that care free and cocky attitude but visually he does a good job.

-Seeing him in that suit oh boy. 

-Really your realationship is just full of Harry Potter references since you are kinda obsessed with that Era, especially the Marauders. 

-Hizashi is lowkey jealous because he could never get AIzawa to dress nicely. 

-You are special though!!

-You are the wife

-He does what you tell him to in reality. 

-He’s kinda wrapped around your finger. 

Bakugou Katsuki

-He gets flustered so easily.

-Like your aesthetic is so soft and angelic and compared to him people think you have a corruption kink. 

-He kinda feels bad bc when you dress like something god sent it because painfully clear how opposites you are. 

-He sees his rough edges and rude behavior more than usual and he may become self concious. 

-You will have to reassure him and remind him that this is a facade and that he knows your true evil nature. 

-You are a true menace.

-ANyone trying to fuck with your friends or your boyfriend? 

-They are getting round house kicked and yeeted out a window. 

-Back to your aesthetic. 

-Whenever he seas something pastel or colorful he wants to immediately buy it. 

-Especially pastel stuff.

-Pastel is your whole thing. 

-Pastel pinks, blues, purples, and greens. 

-He will buy anything, from a headband to a purse to a very very cute plaid skirt. 

-Kirishima and Denki are always so confused when he comes back to the common room with a few bags from womens’ clothing stores. 

-He never answers their questions of course. 

-He likes watching you make mood boards and create matching outfits. 

-Trying clothes in fornt of him is a must, a small fashion show taking place in your room every Friday night. 

-He likes to believe that you truly are an angel. 

-Your aesthetic is a combination of angelcore and cottage core so your room is split into two sides.

-One side full of plants while the other had pastel mood boards. 

-So pleasing. 

-You tried to shift him into your aesthetic once. 

-AND IT WAS ATRAUMATIZING EXPERIENCE.

-He looked so good in white and soft yellow but his mood was so so foul.

 -He had made you agree to never a) bring this up and b) try this again. 

-You have taken some photos though so not eveyrthing was lost. 

-You will never tell him that you have evidence of his cottage core moment. 

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