#last day I can do a spooky comic

[chloesimaginationthings]

He has no mouth but he must scream in FNAF..

[mousetrappedcomic]

Mousetrapped #2: "Nothing So Sweet"

The bikini top she wore in Steamboat Willie is still weird to me. Why not give her a shirt?

I should add, I drew a while back and was still getting a feel for the characters. So, I apologize for a weirdly lanky pair of mice.

In the last day, I've had a few people ask what I'm planning for this comic. Honestly? I just want to do a fun adventure comic. I am not interested in a hardcore, gritty, dark version of the characters - although I stand by my belief there was a dark tone to most early cartoons. Will there be dark moments? Yes. But I don't want to do what most people are doing and paint Mickey as a villain or have him go to "extreme" choices for the sake of, "Look, he's public domain now, I can have Mickey Mouse say and do shocking things."

Disney Comics were a huge part of my childhood reading. I still enjoy them greatly. So getting to work with, well, only a couple of the charaters is nice. And I want to just tell fun stories. Will there be some darker tones? At times. Some horror? Everything I do tends to at least dip into horror, but I'd want it to be stuff appropriate from the 1920s.

Plus, my kid watches me draw these and she really enjoys it, so I'm not going to draw anything that would upset her. But she's also a Halloween kid who absolutely loves spooky stuff, so take that how you will. -R.

[thatsthat24]

Sanderstober 2023

Upon request, I’ve provided new art prompts for this year’s month of October!! As always, feel free to do all or some of these, pick and choose whichever stands out to you! If you missed a day’s prompt but still wanted to do art for it, absolutely do that and post it whenever you want, no worries whatsoever. It’s all completely laid back and just for fun! I’ve added to this list without consulting old ones, so if I used a repeat idea, it’s possible that I just was interested in seeing more of it again this year!! Hope you all enjoy! If you’re wanting me to check them out at all, you can use the tag, #Sanderstober2023 🎃

Oct. 1st: Give me a spooky or Halloween-y figure and how he looks on Sep. 30th (their off-time, go as comical as you’d like) and then how they look Oct. 1st (traditionally how they are known to look!).

Oct. 2nd: Give me a flower design inspired by a type of candy of your choice!

Oct. 3rd: In celebration of the awesomeness that is Fionna and Cake, I’d love to see you take a character, or characters from your fave series, and give them a multiverse makeover (what they’d look like in a different universe, under different circumstances)

Oct. 4th: Take any historic landmark, and give it an autumn or Halloween-y makeover

Oct. 5th: Since I’ve been on my D&D kick with Roleslaying with Roman, what would any Halloween- or spooky-themed character be in a D&D world? What would be their race? Their class? Their backstory??

Oct. 6th: Google a Random Color Generator and use it to give you three colors. Then use those three colors to create a new Halloween creature or character.

Oct. 7th: Along the lines of Spiderman Noir, take any character you want from some sort of fiction, and depict how they might look like in any other time period!

Oct. 8th: In the spirit of having fun with both Halloween AND Christmas, take a Halloween story/character and draw what they might appear as if they were actually a character talked or sung about in a Christmas story.

Oct. 9th: Take a group of characters from one of your favorite pieces of content and create tarot cards featuring them. Google tarot cards to get inspiration if you need!

Oct. 10th: Take a musical (one that I would suppose wouldn’t already be scary) and create a poster for it as if it were the title of a scary movie

Oct. 11th: Google a Disney character generator, pick out two characters, and create what a mash-up of those two characters would look like!

Oct.12th: Pumpkin spice latte obviously has its spotlight during the fall, but could you come up with another special coffee concoction for another season/holiday of the year?

Oct. 13th: Take a Fall/Halloween concept or character and use it as inspiration for a fashionable outfit

Oct. 14th: As a tribute to Barbenheimer this year, take any character from Barbie or Oppenheimer and depict how they’d appear in the other movie

Oct. 15th: Take the last text you received. Use all or part of it to base a whole movie off of it of any genre, and create a poster for it

Oct. 16th: Take one of the names of your current pet, old pet, or friend’s pet, and use that name as the inspiration for a superhero. What would that superhero look like?

Oct. 17th: Is there a phrase that one of your parents or friend says all the time? Take it and imagine it’s the name of a children’s book. What would that children’s book cover look like?

Oct. 18th: Take a Disney villain, and depict them as a Disney princess

Oct. 19th: Take a Disney Princess and depict them as a Disney villain!

Oct. 20th: Take any Greek god and imagine what their preferred activity might be on an average Fall day.

Oct. 21st: Take a board game (one that I would suppose wouldn’t be scary) and create a poster for it as if it were the title of a scary movie

Oct. 22nd: This is an annual favorite of mine - take take any character(s) from a piece of content of your choice and depict them like a Tim Burton character

Oct. 23rd: Take a famous brand logo (Toyota, Playstation, Campbell’s Soup, Facebook, literally any logo from anything) and design a Pokemon inspired by the logo and color palette! Bonus for naming it and giving it stats!

Oct. 24th: In the spirit AGAIN of having fun with both Halloween AND Christmas, now take a Christmas story/character and draw what they might appear as if they were actually a character talked or sung about in a Halloween story.

Oct. 25th: Another favorite of mine: take any character(s) from a piece of animated content you enjoy, and draw them in the style of another piece of animated content!

Oct. 26th: Go to the latest playlist you were listening to, put it on shuffle, and see what song it plays. Take the title of that song and use it as inspiration for a Halloween/Autumn themed drawing of your choice.

Oct. 27th: Take a favorite pair of characters from a piece of content you enjoy and depict what their matching Halloween costumes would be!

Oct. 28th: [Random event from this past year] … and Zombies!!

Oct. 29th: Every town’s got some local businesses with interesting names (Jerry’s Tire Barn Emporium, stuff like that). If you know of one in your local town, take that name, and imagine it to be the name of a Haunted House. Depict what that location may look like. I wanna learn about some funny local business names.

Oct. 30th: Take one item from your desk/workspace, anything you want. This item is now the inpiration of a brand NEW cryptid (like Sasquatch, Loch Ness, El Chupacabra, just some legendary creature we have yet to find hard evidence of). Depict what this cryptid would be!

Oct. 31st: And, of course, in typical fashion for the big day, give me any character(s) of your choice, from any piece of content, enjoying Halloween in whatever way seems appropriate to them!!

Hope you all have a WONDERFUL October! And hope you enjoy these different art ideas! Looking forward to anything it may bring about!

[pricelessemotion]

love is kinda crazy (with a spooky little boy like you) | E.M.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: [2.4k] eddie takes you on that halloween date. it doesn’t go quite like you expected.

warnings: pure fluff, a little awkward date shenanigans, r is described as having frizzy hair and wearing prescription glasses, r also has an (unnamed) sister

a/n: ah! i’ve been dying to write and post a part two for this fic since halloween and i thought there was no better time to post it than now! happy valentine’s day 🖤

masterlist | part one

“There, perfect!” Your sister punctuates the end of her makeover with the snap of her powder compact and the flourish of a makeup brush. 

You turn slowly, the pink cushioned stool a little wobbly under your unsteady frame. Your reflection looks comical, all blurred edges and wavy lines. Without your glasses, the bedroom vanity has turned into a funhouse mirror. 

“What does it matter if I’m going on a date with him if I can barely see him?”

You don’t need glasses to know that she’s rolling her eyes. Even though you can’t quite see her, you can hear her exasperation in the way she’s loudly chewing her gum. “You’re going to the movies, you’re barely gonna be able to see him anyway. Besides, you’ll be able to see him when he’s close enough to kiss and that’s the whole point.”

You blink each eye one at a time, trying to gauge which one is better. Your left eye is slightly clearer, though the difference is negligible. “I think you’re severely overestimating my eyesight.” 

“I think you’re severely underestimating my dating advice.” She blows a bubble, the view of her face becoming a bright pink smudge before it pops and she continues smacking. “Just trust me, it’ll all be fine.”

You do trust her. Even though she has spent the last two hours plucking and primping and preening, you want to take her advice. She’s not doing this to be condescending or controlling. She’s genuinely excited that you have a date, even more so that it’s with a living breathing human boy and not another library book. 

You don’t have much experience. With dating, with seeing someone, with kissing someone. What it means to be dating someone versus what it means to be seeing someone. What you’re supposed to do when you kiss someone. I mean, are your lips supposed to be on top of each other or are they supposed to interlock like the teeth of a zipper? Yeesh, you didn’t even wanna think about how teeth and tongues factor into the equation. 

These types of questions would usually be the kind that you would ask an older sister. You’ve just never had the bravery to say them out loud. Sure, you’ve watched romance movies and rewound and observed so much that you were afraid the tape in the VHS was going to break. And you’ve read enough romance that Ms. Marissa gives you side-eye when you pass the library’s reception desk. But there’s a difference between fiction and real life. A bridge you’ve yet to cross. You’re sure that you’re going to need all the help you can get.  

So, you heed her advice. You let her spray you with enough Aquanet to try to keep the flyaways at bay. You let her paint your lips with a shimmery pink lip gloss that isn’t too sticky and tastes like vanilla. You don’t, however, let her see you sneak the thick frames into your bag for emergencies. If it were up to her, the frames would be set out with Thursday’s garbage and you’d be wearing contacts like everyone else in your age group. 

She drops you off at The Hawk with another smack of her bubblegum and a reassuring pat on the shoulder. She barely waits for you to close the door of the station wagon before she’s speeding away, her Halloween plans including a keg, a pushup bra, and a slightly inebriated Steve Harrington. 

Eddie’s easy to spot. His silhouette sticks out against the brick building, white shirt, black leather, and blue denim against a red background. He lights up when he sees you and it’s the first time you’ve understood the meaning of the phrase. Since you can’t quite see his face clearly, you’re paying extra attention to his body. The way he pushes off the wall to stand tall. The way his shoulders visibly relax. You bet that they could see his smile all way in Indianapolis. 

“I know you’re usually supposed to give flowers on dates, but this is the best I could do.” 

He presents an origami paper flower in the shape of a rose. It’s made from binder paper, evident by the familiar feel of it in your hands. The folds are a bit unsure. There’s evidence of it being undone and folded again with a cleaner precision, you can feel the wear and tear on the paper with your fingertips. You’re dumbfounded. 

“Thank you,” You whisper, twirling the stem between your thumb and forefinger, watching the rosebud spin. “No one’s ever gotten me flowers before.” 

“Never?” He gapes at you in apparent disbelief before he schools his expression. “Well then, I’m glad to be the first.” He offers his arm to you like a real gentleman and you take it. 

The leather in the crook of his elbow is cold to the touch, but being in such close proximity you can feel the body heat radiating off of him. 

“It’s a continuous marathon, so they’re showing movies all night. We can start with any one that you want.” He gestures up to the marquee above the concession stand. When you look up to the sign, the words might as well be written in Cyrillic the way the letters all blur together. 

After a trip to the concessions stand, the two of you eventually settle on The Exorcist, which you had decided to cling to after Eddie’s nervous yet adorable rambling about which movie would be better to start with. 

Horror movies are even scarier when you can’t tell what’s going on. It didn’t occur to you how much you relied on sight to be able to mentally prepare for jump scares. Eddie must think you’re a total wimp the way you practically leap out of your seat at every flash on the silver screen that accompanies a discordant string of violins. 

You jump when you feel a hand brush your bicep, your arms flinging out. It’s much too late when you realize that intimate touch was Eddie trying to figure out if you were alright. The large Coke that Eddie had gotten–two straws because he said he didn’t wanna be presumptuous–the casualty of your fright. The flimsy lid pops off like it has nothing better to do and the dark brown liquid splashes over the arm of the seat right into Eddie’s lap. 

Eddie recoils, half-jumping and half-hovering in his seat because he just got a handful of ice-cold soda in his crotch. The people behind you are jeering, grumbling about the disturbance and Eddie half-whispers fucking shit under his breath, in what you’re sure must be a mixture of disdain and disgust.  

You pull napkins out of your purse and thrust them in Eddie’s direction before rushing out of the theater, chest heaving and eyes stinging. 

It’s a wonder you don’t trip and fall on your way out. You’ve walked these dimly lit halls hundreds of times, so luckily instinct and muscle memory win out and you make it out of the theater mostly unscathed, just with a few bruises on each shoulder. Nothing compared to the mortification of what had happened inside. 

Because it’s October in Indiana and you can’t seem to catch a break, it’s raining. Only every so slightly, but enough that you’d be soaked to the bone if you walked home thanks to your sister’s insistence that you dress for fashion and not function. You huddle close to the payphone, pondering if you have enough change to call around and get your sister to pick you back up because no way are you waking up your parents for this. 

The doors to the theater creak open behind you and suddenly you’re not alone anymore. The biting cold chills you to the bone but it’s Eddie’s presence behind you that sets you on fire. 

“Hey, are you okay?” 

Maybe it’s because you’ve spent the last hour and a half in the dark with your nerves on edge, but the tenderness in Eddie’s voice makes your throat constrict. 

“I’m sorry,” You blubber. “I’m so embarrassed. I just wanted everything to be perfect and I ruined it.” 

“Hey. Hey.” Eddie repeats himself more forcefully when you don’t meet his gaze the first time, “You didn’t ruin anything. It’s just a little soda. I’ll live.” 

His fingers rub the back of your hands in a soothing motion. Back and forth, thumbs caressing the valleys between your knuckles. He’s close enough that his features are almost in focus. You still have to squint. 

“You keep doing that.” He points his fingers toward your furrowed brow before mimicking the action on his own face. The finger is not accusatory, it just seems like Eddie likes to talk with his hands. 

You sigh, a resigned and weary sound. “My sister convinced me that I shouldn’t wear my glasses.” 

Eddie makes a face that you can’t quite discern in the dark before letting out a soft hmph! “Your sister kinda sounds a little mean.” 

“She means well.” You defend, weakly. You love your sister to death but there are times that your differences become much too apparent and that leaves you with nothing to do but suffer the consequences. This is one of those times. 

“Did you bring them with you?” 

“Yeah,” You reach into your bag, finding the frames folded into one of the inner pockets. 

Eddie takes them and puts them on you. “You keep doing that.” You murmur, a repeat of his earlier accusation. Now, though, you both know it’s in reference to him adjusting your glasses not just once but twice. 

“It gives me an excuse to be close to you.” 

You can see him with unrelenting clarity now. The little crinkles next to his eyes as he smiles warmly down at you. The way the slight breeze has carried the miserable drizzle under the theater awning. The way that drizzle clings to his curly hair like dewdrops on morning grass. You almost robbed yourself of all of this, and for what? Eddie knows what you look like. 

“Y’know what I thought when I saw you yesterday?” Yesterday, when you had been wearing a witch hat on top of your frizzy hair and the same Coke bottle glasses that sit on the slope of your nose now. “I thought that you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I thought I made a fool outta myself and that you wouldn’t give me the time of day, not in a million years.” 

“The whole scaredy cat schtick was quite endearing I must say.” 

He nods seriously, just a slight hint of a smirk on his face. “I try my best.” 

You look down at the seat of his pants. Sure enough, there’s a dark stain splashed right across his crotch.“Oh god. I'm so sorry. Again” 

“What did I tell you about apologizing?”

“You didn’t say anything about apologizing.” 

“Well then, this is me saying something. Stop apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for.” 

“It looks like you pissed yourself,” You wail mournfully. 

“Well, that definitely makes me feel better.” Eddie jests before he tugs you into his chest and plants his chin on top of your head. 

You nuzzle your face into his sternum, appreciating the soft hiss he lets out when your cold nose touches his warm skin. You inwardly groan because, quite frankly, there’s nothing more embarrassing than running out of a nearly full movie theater the way that you did. The only thing more embarrassing than that, you think, is going back inside after having embarrassed yourself. You tell Eddie as much, with the reassurance that you don’t want the date to end and if he really wants to, you can go back inside and finish the movie. He’s already tugging you toward his van that’s parked on the other side of the street, saying the six words that make your night:

“I own The Exorcist on VHS.”

You spend the entire time back in the trailer park cuddled up having quiet conversation about gory practical effects over a bowl of microwaved popcorn. The closest he gets to kissing you is when you duck into his chest to hide and his lips brush your temple. He could’ve lived off of that single brush for the rest of his life if he had to. 

When Eddie pulls up to your house later that night, he really does mean to give you an innocent kiss goodnight. The neighborhood is quiet, seeing as it’s probably been an hour since the children of Hawkins had fallen into their sugar-induced comas. He turns the engine off and shifts towards you, his smile both giddy and shy while he tells you that he had a really good time tonight. You mirror his expression and tell him the same. You both lean forward, chests rising and falling in tandem, noses brushing. 

When you finally make it past the front door, your lips are swollen and your glasses are fogged up. You kick off your shoes and pad up the carpeted steps two at a time, racing to your bedroom window. When you turn on your lamp and look out to the tree-lined street, Eddie waves at you, his rings glinting in the streetlight. You wave back, watching the van disappear into the distance. 

“Hey,” Your sister is leaning against the doorframe, smiling like the cat who got the cream.

“How’d it go?” You’re already slightly aware of the answer since she’s standing in front of you with a freshly washed face and hand-me-down pajamas instead of in an empty house in Loch Nora. 

She shrugs noncommittally, “It was a bust.” 

You hum in solemn solidarity, trying to tug the grin on your face into a much more situationally appropriate neutral expression. You feel for her and you don’t want to rub it in her face that you had such a good time, despite her advice. Unfortunately, you do not seem to have as much control over your facial muscles as you think you do. Your sister sees right through you, grabbing the purple throw pillow at the foot of the bed and launching it at your face telling you to shut up. You catch it before it has the chance to hit you, huffing with righteous indignation at her before the two of you collapse onto the bed in muffled laughter. 

“So, how’d it go?” She whispers in your direction, mindful of your sleeping parents down the hall. 

You trace your cupid’s bow, feeling the chapped and swollen skin for the hundredth time that night. You turn your head toward hers, readjusting your glasses when they slide down your nose. 

“It was perfect.” 

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[toulousewayne]

Batfam Shenanigans Headcannons: Pt 6

When the League first took shape it was understood they should anyone need assistance in their own personal cities that someone would respond. By this point Superman and Batman had teamed up the most so it was understood that Batman Could work with others in Gotham he just prefer to bleed out first.

The first time the league met Robin it was kinda surprising. Batman entered the Watchtower and the League noticed the traffic signal dressed boy behind him.

“Spooky, whatcha got there?” Hal raised a brow.

“A dark Roast.” He drank his coffee.

“He meant the boy Bats.” Barry clarifies.

“I’m Robin.”

“….”

“…..”

“…..”

“Can you play games with your ring Mr. Lantern?” He beamed.

“We can keep him.” Hal replied.

The first time Green Arrow and Black Canary visited the cave they were met the a excited Robin who was happy that Batman let someone visit. Batman didn’t share the excitement.

During a mission Wonder Woman, Flash, and Hawkgirl visit the cave and come across the little gremlin that is Robin.

“Hello child, where is Bruce?” Diana beamed at the child. Dick munching on a cookie points behind him to Bruce hunched over at the Batcomputer. The group walk to him and he’s covered in bandages.

“You look like crap.” Diana pokes his side.

“I fought Bane and was thrown off the rooftop. But thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Is there more cookies?” Flash asks.

A few years later when Batgirl joins Bruce, she’s immediately taken in by Dinah.

“Right hook.”

“Remember your center don’t expose yourself to an opponent.” Dinah calls out to Batgirl.

“You’re a great teacher Dinah.”

“Very kind, but we still have much work to do little Bat. Are you up for it?”

���Bring it.”

It’s comical how some of the Robin will just appear out of thin air. Hal walks into his room to find Robin (Tim) studying the Lantern battery. “Lost kid?”

“No.”

“…you bats always like this?”

“Like what?”

Clark doesn’t notice a Robin clinging to his leg like a baby kola bear.

“Uncle Clark can we get—“

“Ahhhhh, oh it’s just you.”

“You didn’t know I was here?” Dick looks up at him.

“Sorry, kiddo. I’m think we should get you a bell.”

“Okie.”

“So, the bag of heads. Were they real?” Barry asks between bits of chili dog.

“…I was a little theatrical back then.” Red Hood hums.

“But they were fake, right?”

“….”

Ollie can’t go five feet with other Spoiler and Black Bat following him like shadows.

“I don’t know if I’m supposed to be honored or terrified.”

“Both.” Cass replies.

“Father says you come from Mars, I’ve been told your people were intelligent and superior race. I wish to learn about your home planet.”

“Very well.” J’onn nods at Robin.

The Question enters his room to find his last three unsolved cases, solved and a fresh cup of coffee. He knows it’s the third Robin. He would always sneak off and go over clues with him while Batman was busy with the others.

HawkGirl and Spoiler love sparring together. They both find it entertaining watching the other women push herself and learn from one another.

Bart and Konner are the least bit surprised to find Tim at the computer screen in the exact same spot. They spend the next forty minutes trying to get Tim to take a break because he hasn’t blink once since they left him to go watch Jon’s baseball game.

Damian and Jason spend every Sunday together. It’s actually funny because Damian will agree to plans with Dick or Jon and cancel last minute because he and Jason are reading the next several chapters of a novel and munching on Cinnamon rolls Jason baked that day. Alfred the cat is invited too.

Sometimes Cass likes to keep tabs on her family, she has been known to scare the Justice League by watching Batman from the shadows. She enjoys scaring Superman the most. Bruce enjoys this too.

Donna and Wally are Dick’s emergency contacts. Bruce finds this a little hurtful but doesn’t question it. Donna is also Dick’s Power of Attorney incase someone needs to handle important matters for him should he be unable to do so.

Out of all of Dick’s OG team Damian likes Garth the best.

Starfire and Babs had a rocky start to the relationship but no the two are thick as thieves. They go to little shops together and movies. And they truly do have a sisterly bond, Kori will berate stores for not including wheelchair access and providing disabled bathrooms. Barbara has had break two guys hands from trying to get fresh while Kori was clothes shopping. The two even have weekly movie nights at the Clocktower.

[inbarfink]

The deaths of all the Finch kids are really so unbearably tragic. It really speaks to the quality of the writing and storytelling in ‘What Remains’. They’re written as so vivid and human and real, but also so many of them died so young. They were children, it’s so much harder for me to do the whole ‘well, let’s appreciate the life they did have’ thing when the majority of them didn’t even have a chance to become the people they could have become. And yet the image of who they could’ve been if they survived is so vivid in my mind. 

Edith had that line about how she always imagined Molly as a girl she could be good friends with. Obviously if she didn’t die back in 1947 they wouldn’t really be at the same age group, but she’d be one hell of a Cool Aunt. I can only imagine her Weird Girl tendencies would’ve only grown stronger and stronger with age. Considering her fascination with animals, maybe she would’ve gone to study Zoology or Biology when she grew older? And since she was dissecting a sea star just before her canon death…

Sadly, I’m not sure if Barbara would’ve been able to resurrect her acting career. But there’s some subtle hints in her room that in reality she was more willing to move past it compared to her fictionalized version in that horror comic (which can’t be easy when you live in a room your dad themed entirely around your child-star years THANKS SVEN). That ‘horror convention’ seems to be an invention of the comic, Barbara’s actual room has a flier for a ‘Witch’s Ball’ at Orcas Island High School and a dress ready for it. 

Barbara Finch didn’t actually spend her last day on earth hopelessly trying to revive her dead career, she was hoping to have a fun Halloween party like a regular teenager. Maybe the fact that it was hosted by the Orcas Island High School Drama Club implies she still had an interest in acting and theatre. Maybe she could’ve ended up as a classically trained actress with the child-stardom as just a fun quirk of her past? Or maybe she just wanted to take part in the Witches Ball because she likes Spooky Things? And she could have found her way back into the Horror Scene in a different way, like being a writer or costume designer or something?

Maybe Calvin could’ve become an Astronaut like he always wanted? But I think Calvin might’ve been more enthralled with the fantasy of science fiction than the reality of space travel. I’m thinking a lot about how Sam described Clavin in Gregory’s memoriam as ‘lost in his imagination’. Maybe he could’ve become a science fiction writer or something?

Walter didn’t technically die young, but he still certainly lost most of his years to the Curse. Like, a big thing about the tragedy of Walter to me is realizing his original childhood bedroom was themed after “20,000 Leagues Under the Sea” and trains. 

Lil’ Walter did have an interest in adventure and travel, before his fears took it all away from him. If it wasn’t for the Curse, Walter could’ve actually something with it. Maybe he could’ve traveled around a bit and written about his experiences.

Lewis would’ve probably gone into game design. It’s not just how his fantasies manifest to us the players, but you can actually find books about game design and coding in his room. It seems that the problem was that his crappy job and his depression took away any opportunity he might have had to actually pursue this idea. Maybe if Milton never left, these three Finch siblings could’ve combined their creative skills together to make like, a very cool artsy game.

Speaking of which… man, Edith’s death stings the most because we got to know her far better than anyone else. And it’s not even the fact that she never got to share her all of her thoughts and creativity with the wider world that makes me the saddest. Getting to the end of the game and hearing just how much she was looking forwards to be with her son - even with all the hardships of being a teen mom, she was really looking forwards to it. To meet him, to share her stories with him. But instead, that worn old diary is the only connection between them...

And that’s like… part of what’s so great about WRoEF’s use of its own format. Like, the faux-interactive linearity of the Narrative Exploration/‘Walking Simulator’ is so perfect for selling this tragedy. The way each Death Flashback only moves forwards based on the actions of the Player, but it always moves on the same unchanging doomed path - really highlights both how stupidly preventable so many of these deaths feel and really make the Player wish there was a way to change them. After all, all they need is for Calvin to not swing so hard, for Gregory’s faucet to not turn back on, for Walter to not stand directly on those train tracks and everything would’ve been fine. But at the same time it’s so, so clear to the Player that this is an impossible wish. There is no other way these sequences can go - these deaths have already been written. The most you can you is linger, all you can do is delay the inevitable. 

But it hurts.

[gossippool]

2024 fic roundup!!!

got tagged (ish) by my beloveds @eybefioro and @captainblou and i'm just gonna do it here because i think i've already written more for poolverine than the ineffable husbands LMAOO

What fandoms do you write in?

deadpool & wolverine, previously good omens

How many words have you published in 2024?

78,557 words so far. 39,124 for good omens and 39,433 for deadpool & wolverine holy shit dude

What is your greatest achievement this year?

honestly just writing more. it's not something i ever did consistently before the end of last year and idk how i went my whole life without it tbh. i fucking love writing

What are your favourite top three fics you wrote this year?

transitional heart taxidermy—at risk of sounding like a broken record this fic means so much to me and it's also my first completed multi-chaptered fic so it was a great achievement. i still can't believe that it became what it did i have no idea how that happened. i have been wanting to write something like this (this relationship dynamic, at least) for a very long time and the thing about good omens is that it really presents you endless opportunities to do whatever you want. and so i did. and it was one of the best things i've ever done

to rome: a play—sonny, eybe, and blou, i will ALWAYS be so grateful to the three of you for always encouraging me in everything i did because without you all this fic would never have been made because i simply would never have wanted to write or thought of writing it otherwise. it's the most experimental thing i've ever done and honestly the most fun i've had writing a fic. from drawing the cover of it playbill-style to formatting the entire thing like a play to writing something happy for once 😭 it definitely did test my writing too because i don't write much fluff or dialogue and hey it worked out. i'm proud of it

sunday morning synesthetics—i just love this fic so much. idk i love writing about how things are like other things. how everything is connected and how everything reminds you of everything else, and how people can connect with each other without words. i love that i could have an opportunity to describe my favourite character in any way i wanted and through the eyes of someone else. i love writing from wade's perspective but more than that i love writing about how other people see him

What have you learned?

to write for myself fr. and adjacently to do everything in fandom for myself. who the fuck cares about notes or engagement or whatever who caresssss who cares. that's not the point of anything

What fic did you want to do but never made it off the ground?

oh all my good omens ideas :( the hanahaki fic, the house of leaves fic, the spooky bang fic that i abandoned KJHEFKJAHA well. maybe one day

Did you beta any fics?

i did!! do!! just for friends who have asked

What ideas are percolating for next year?

sooo many things... i have a gigantic poolverine longfic brewing and maybe i'll be able to pull it off. along with a thousand other ideas and more fandom events lmaoo

Who do you want to thank?

@crowleys-bentley-and-plants @eybefioro @captainblou you three will always always be some of the dearest friends i've made on here. i love u all so much and i'm so glad i baited two of you into talking to me by posting about how i wanted people to be my idea trampolines (and eybe who just dmed me to ask me about marvel comics) lmaoo. we all truly went together like 4 peas in a really weirdly big pod and i always have fun with u all. and also @seven-stars-in-his-palm for being so so generous with ur support and friendship i love u and i love ur mind. you all are what i miss most about the good omens fandom <3 i've also made so many other friends in both of these fandoms so just. thank u to all my mutuals ever

open tags!

[mistresswriter19]

~ Until You Take Your Last Breath ~

Dr. Masacrik X Reader

A Psychocuties Fanfic

Author's Note: Hello its finally here. I'm making a Psychocuties fanfic of Dr. Masacrik X Reader because theres not enough fics of him no matter how there's problems and conflicts about this series. I'm not going to let that stop me to write more so be noted no minors for this fic it's 18 and the chapters I write the more violent it will become since it's a dark yandere dark cartoon. This chapter is based on the Tamakuz comic translation English by @catrintruecrime on Twitter full credits goes to them I wouldn't be able to write the Halloween comic into a fic so thank you!

Happy Halloween everyone

Enjoy! ^^

~ Chapter 1 ~

~ I Hate Halloween ~

Masacrik’s Pov

Halloween is when kids go trick or treating adults, teens go party, and some prefer to watch scary movies or go to a haunted house. It’s the tradition that every October 31st to have a good scare. You can make it all scary but you can also make it cute everyone here has a good time on this spooky holiday however, there was one person who despised this time of year, the boy wore a red wolf mask, and trench coat with a few rip marks, shorts, long black socks, with his brown dress shoes, red hair out of place but what seem more disturbing was his eyes, blue and pupils black dark like his soul, no one knew the boy and he rather have it that way,

“ I Hate Halloween”

There’s nothing left for the ritual mature, nothing “ saints” about the day of all saints. Make more dignity they wouldn’t attend this shameful party. He said under his breath scanning the town decorated for Halloween and children all around embracing this night.

We have a lot of holidays, loads are useless, noisy holidays that serve no purpose other than an excuse to spend money on junk, people don’t care about sincerity. The only thing that matters is buying and showing off to other people - that’s all that matters to these people. Day of hearts, green day, animal hat day. Then this holiday offends me more, than all the others…

This is unnatural, It’s a mockery of what induces fear, it’s foolish and tasteless.

None of this is genuinely scary

Boo! A child said holding out there fake sword with fake blood as the adult laughs

Haha died of fear, here take this! The adult responded by giving the child some candy. Witches and a character presenting a slasher from the 1990s, to a chick wearing her Halloween costume dress revealing with her short black panties the shape of a ghost with the words “ Spooky”.

Just funny, ugly, pitful, disgusting… Then what’s the point of Halloween?

To 4 faces presenting types of masks that Masacrik describes. One with bunny ears, with an anonymous mask, spiky red hair, to another, long drooping ears, straight hair and a desperate face either could be a mask or human. One with a cardboard box, poorly glued eyes all over with fake hands behind the ears and Christmas sweater like another knock off from another slasher but more in the 1980s~. One with a clown sticking their tongue out messed up shades of blue hair and a worn out overalls with red straps.

Every Halloween I want to rip off all the masks and destroy them!

So everyone “ wears” real faces of terror. Not silly mask.

From the flames from hell itself Masacrik could imagine ripping each mask off, blood behind the masks if some ever escape this boy's hatred of Halloween.

PUMPKINS!?

Trick or treat?

Smashed pumpkins one by one with his shoes he didn't care if this hurts, whatever sign presented Halloween Masacrik want nothing to do but destroy it all. Dumping piles of candy from other treaters he stole, from the words “ trick or treat 3 little ones kept enchanting holding huge pumpkins of candy, it made Masacrik blue eyes turn into bloodshot red of how much he couldn't stand this time.

Fear is gorgeous,

Real fear is an incredible force callable of killing all that is human in a person, turning them into a vile animal. That’s what Real Fear is.

I admire anything that induces FEAR!

Masacrik silhouette with his hands clutched having an imagination what true fear is from demonic monster rising, piles of human remains from monster who fed upon them, people backing away when it comes to comfort, shadows allure weather if there human or not, to ticking clocks melted to the Crimson floor of blood, blood and more blood ~ Masacrik knew what fear was but the town he lives in don't know what he's really capable of .

This girl…

Loves Halloween more than anyone else.

Meanwhile Masacrik hides near a bush to see a girl he describes.

Y/N.

She wore a home knitter ghost sweater, with orange horizontal stripes, white socks and Mary Jane shoes with some of her friends walking talking about Halloween being the most wonderful time of year like Christmas.

Pitiful miserable creature

All she does is squeal about how much she loves this holiday.

That chatter has become so tiresome…

Masacrik snatches the black kitty as he the kitty bit him hard but Masacrik puts on a sadistic smile with the pair of sharp scissors he holds as he cuts a pink bag probably cat food as he said to the kitty he gives.

Masacrik: Eat….

Group: Oh ghosts, Oh Zombies! One for Y/N's friends shouted.

Oh, Oh, little spooky skeleton! Said another one.

Oh horns, pumpkins, graveyards, another one added.

Halloween all year round! You shouted all the way down to more houses to go trick and treat until the night was done.

But this time… I’ll show her.

REAL FEAR…

You had a bright beaming smile for this night until everything went black with your face covered in a worn old bag with a red smile.

Y/N: It’s not funny anyone...

You shouted trying to breath couldn't see anything from the pitch darkness.

Can’t believe it, Right now.. Now

You felt a pair of hands immediately tear off the mask he put over your face.

Here it is! You barely open your eyes to see you were hands tied behind the wooden table with rope completely scared looking to the front of your captor who was a boy close to your age.

She’s generally scared… She can’t hide it

You look back seeing those icless blue eyes feel that he was staring down at your soul as Masacrik approached you.

Can she understand how gorgeous real fear is?

This quiet terror

What’s that?

Am I trembling?

She shouldn’t see it…

Although she probably sees nothing but my knife right now.

You were shaking and showing real fear, that's what Masacrik wanted. He caught the one who loves this holiday more than anyone for him. It would rather happen if it took her life away. Masacrik went through his pocket pulling out a knife he had kept for a while but he looked at the blade, his reflection and his hand trembling. Why did he really want to hurt you or was it actually showing he has “ fear”. Masacrik shook it off and saw that you were more focused on the blade he put close to you.

This suits…

Masacrik: This suits you better…

Your more than…Your ugly costume

Masacrik actually started to talk to you, prefer you this way then your jolly self. He then looks up at you with your gaze upon him then he looks down at your costume making you wince scrunched up your nose trying not to panic in front of him. From your orange Mary Jane shoes, black socks with skull patterns, you had a bat shaped top with an orange eye like a monster, your different pattern skirt one had the orange Halloween colors horizontal stripes, with black bats attached, the other said purple and black horizontal stripes a little short seeing your exposed leg.

Masacrik: Well tell me now,

How much did you spend on this tasteless ness….

Speaking rasping the knife clinged on your top almost exposing your chest making you panic when your eyes look upon this boy that you haven't answered his question as he tugged harder on your top.

Masacrik: HOW MUCH?

Y/N:I…I… I sewed it myself…

You immediately were shaking and had to answer even if you were scared. Fresh tears drip down your eyes like waterfalls from the innocence you have tainted.

Masacrik looks back having a questionable look then he sees the more he tugged on your top a candy dropped on the floor as your tears stream down not knowing if you were going to be back home. The candy distracted Masacrik he held the knife away from your top, kneels down and takes look at the candy. He held it for a while it was bright yellow. He used his fingers dangling off the yellow wrapping. There was writing on the paper.

“ Made With Love “

From: Y/N

It seemed like a homemade candy Masacrik held was the face of a cute monster, a chocolate ball, with googly eyes, sprinkles for the hair and candy corn for teeth. He looked more into the candy. He didn't know if he should eat it or if his face was a mockery.

Y/N: They're a bit bitter.. But everyone likes it, you can try.

You said you were trying to convince Masacrik to take the candy and try because you felt people like him should have a treat too no matter what's going on with them. In the world is love and kindness which is something Masacrik was not used to at all.

(CRACKS)

Masacrik throws the candy to the ground causing the candy into chunks as clutches and breathing heavily, trembling from holding his knife. He didn't know how to feel from this innocent girl giving kindness. Did he feel remorse for what he planned to do? From the red footsteps surrounding was an inner demon calling upon him to finish the job or was his imagination. Masacrik couldn't take it anymore he grabbed his knife and cut off the rope that you were tied up from not knowing that Masacrik's blade cut part of the palm of your hand fresh color blood drip down as he let you go.

You stood there for a bit seeing the remorse on Masacrik's expression and didn't know why he stopped or wanted this. There were so many questions but no clear answers. Masacrik throws the knife to the side stepping out of the abandoned building, the door open peaking through the night.

You flop down on the ground with your skirt flowing then back to your knees. You didn't know how to feel about what just happened. Almost experienced death from someone you don't know trying to end you. You look at your hand with the open cut wound then the boy begins to speak again.

Masacrik: Are you going to sit there for long?

Someone needs to take you into town.

You look back to the boy Masacrik, hesitant still on your knees feeling silent, didn't know how to approach him as she held her cut. Masacrik turns back to you scoffs with a heavy sigh grabbing your arm forcing you to move as you follow him into the opening outside.

After Masacrik let you go on your own he returns back to the abandoned cabin, Masacrik pushes the leftover boxes from the corner looking back to the box where he took the kitten from earlier. He kept having remorse on his face.

Masacrik: Y’know, I hate life for its absurdity.

For now foolish, narrative unfolds.

I was a character in a story that crap that just happened.

Wouldn’t have happened to me…

Everything would have gone perfectly.

Masacrik thought to himself why does a boy like him exist exactly, does he have so much hatred for the word or just to himself and taking on others to feel the pain.

Mother: Honey open the door!

Y/N: Coming!

Y/N: Well then, who wants some candy?

The doorbell rang with the mother of Y/N telling her to open the door. You responded and turned the handle having a bowl of candy with your warm smile and the cut of your arm covered with bandages wearing a different Halloween costume.

Are they kidding or what? You said looking around wondering if he was around or anyone here. Who ring the door bell?

She noticed no one was there until she looked down to see a black she noticed went missing .

Y/N: ( GASPS) KITTY!!!! Mom kitty is been found!

You smiled holding up the kitty with a wrapper with the words “ Happy Halloween “. You immediately embrace the kitty in your arms and close the door telling her Mom the kitty following her was finally found.

Meanwhile Masacrik hid near the bushes once more, his arms resting on his knees, sighing . He actually did something that was kind and he didn't know he was going to see someone pure soul as you again.

Masacrik stands up, walking back the kids still out for Halloween. Going far away from the town, pumpkin trail, stream lights onto a large green hill where he puts his red wolf cap down onto his knees putting his face down under the moonlight of the ocean.

Masacrik: Damn shame.

~End Of Chapter 1~

[mintyisms]

Neopets: Lost Desert Plot Starters

taken from the archived version of the comic on JellyNeo

"Maybe some coin will help you make up your mind."

"You shall come back with me at once and we will be married before the month grows old."

"Let's follow him. I'm sure he has more than enough cash to spare."

"Whose stupid idea was this?"

"They can't just have disappeared. They must be hiding here somewhere."

"Let's go back. This place is spooky."

"I know you are close. I can smell your fear."

"No one would survive out there. We cannot leave the city."

"Just a few bruises, nothing's broken."

"You check out that room. I'll look through here."

"We can't stay here any longer. Let's try to find somewhere safe."

"Who I marry is none of your business."

"Can you imagine how much these things are worth?"

"Eww...I can't believe you just did that!"

"Make sure everyone is fed and warm."

"I am going to find that monster and settle this once and for all."

"At last, you have come to accept my proposal."

"What does love matter?"

"I think you're falling in love with him."

"Displease me and I will unleash more terrors on you."

"This dress is beautiful."

"It makes me happy to see someone wearing it again."

"Can I have a puzzle or something? There's nothing to do in here."

"I believe there is still a good heart inside you."

"No one has ever offered me such kindness."

"I can see you are miserable without her."

"You must eat. You are growing weaker each day."

"What could cause this damage?"

"You really think death could stop me?"

[dcdreamblog]

since the spooky season is nigh, I was curious if you had any info regarding an old Hawkman foe called the Ghost? I've heard he was connected to later Hawkman foe the Gentleman Ghost. I've also heard of a fellow dubbed Squire Shade, but I fear my research is a bit suspect on the last one.

So "The Ghost" was a fairly common alias, especially in the golden age. There are records of criminals with that name going up against Zatara, Mr Scarlet and Minute-Man. Basically all you had to do was cut some eye holes in a sheet and cover it in glowing paint and suddenly your whole gang would be shaking in their boots.

The most famous man to just go by that alias these days is probably Alec Rois, a disgraced former physicist and CIA operative who has come up against Captain Atom more than once.

As far as someone by that name fighting Hawkman, I don't have any record of that save for, of course, the Gentleman Ghost like you said

Squire Shade, as far as I can tell, is an old ghost story about a young nobleman being overthrown and killed coming back to haunt his stately manor, most famously dramatized in the comic book "Ghosts" in 1981

(Ghosts #104, published September 1981 by National Allied Publications "NA Comics")

You are right though that the character in the comic looks almost exactly like Jim Craddock's most famous apparition in real life. It's very possible someone was taking inspiration, comic book artists tend to do that with the real life superheroes they have available to them.

[yowlthinks]

Dead Boy Detectives: a no-spoiler review

So I have finished DBDs last night, and frankly, I would have probably finished it in one or two days if not for time limitations. So I wanted to write a review without spoilers and in a Q&A format, so here we go.

tldr: I LOVED IT!

Q: Do I need background knowledge to enjoy it?

A: No, just dive in.

So first of all, a disclaimer: I have not read the Sandman comics, I have read one volume of the DBD comic just after the show was announced, but that did jot even cover the complete case, and I have watched the Sandman on Netflix.

If you are worried that you won't get what is happening, I can assure you, you will. You will get sucked into it immediately and will not want to leave.

Characters from Sandman (it is the same universe) that appear there are a bit like easter eggs: you'll get a kick out of it if you saw Sandman first, but otherwise you just watch them in DBDs and then if you decide to watch Sandman you will get a kick out of seeing these familiar faces there.

Q: What is the general vibe of the show? Is it spooky?

A: The show can be described as a heart-felt mystic detective story. It is funny, sweet and a tiny bit spooky (at a guess, PG13). Overall mood is.. joyful and optimistic.

You know how sometimes you want to watch something exciting, but not too scary?

Dramatic, but optimistic?

Light, but also quite profound and philosophical?

Personally, to me, this show ticks all of the above. And as I watched it with interruptions, at times I felt even lucky to have these because there are just so many big topics this show touches. It was often done by one line of the dialogue, but it would stay with you for the next couple of hours, getting you into this delicious state of philosophical exploration. I feel like at a re-watch this will come forward even more.

Q: I am a GO fan, will this tickle me?

A: Oh yes, it will and despite yourself you will be searching for Clues.

Let me just say that the main characters are another throught-the-ages duo, and you will have a lot of fun comparing and contrasting them with Aziraphale and Crowley, as well as Dream and Hob (these are from the Sandman and are also adorable).

One of the two protagonists wears a bow tie.

Another one is... well, Crowley would love him, I have no doubt in that.

Q: Does it deal well with queer representation? Are there neurodivergent characters?

A: Yes and (I would say) yes

Neil Gaiman was involved, what did you expect? Personally, I think this is one of those instances where the world itself basically treats queer as normal. It is just something that exists, and the world as it is now accepts it. The characters may have inner struggles / self-discovery journeys, but the present world at large accepts them fully and without judgement.

Q: Will it pass the Bechdel test?

A: Yes, with flying colours!!

All the characters are absolutely delicious, and I am not gonna give any more details because I don't want to spoil anything, but you do have all flavours of female protagonists, and you will love them all.

Q: What else did you like?

A: The way it was filmed, the title sequence and music, the humour, the costuming, THE CHEMISTRY between the characters!!

Look, I loved this show, please go and watch it, it is amazing and we need another season of this!

Also, there is a CAT KING!!!

[ryuichirou]

Replies

About nkgw and about the Idia sketches! And also one about fem!Azul drawing from a while ago.

Anonymous asked:

hi! If you don't mind me asking, are you the creator of  Ń̸̞●̸��k̴̙●̷̠g̴͍ą̶́ẇ̵̠a̴͈ stories on twitter? If so, is it part of something bigger or is there any more lore or backstory to the town/universe?

Hi, Anon.

Yes, I am! We didn’t really want to tie the author identity to this project if that makes sense (to keep it somewhat cryptic), but it’s an open secret anyway: it’s our project, and I am the one both writing and drawing it with Katsu’s assistance, guidance and sometimes ideas.

Our intention with Ń̸̞●̸͔k̴̙●̷̠g̴͍ą̶́ẇ̵̠a̴͈ stories was to create a series of small self-sufficient comics that could be read in any order, like small bites of kind of spooky kind of weird something in your timeline to go “huh?” for a moment or two; so there isn’t really any backstory or lore... But who knows, maybe some mysteries are going to get a little more context to them! Or not. The recent detective storyline is the first actual ongoing storyline that Ń̸̞●̸͔k̴̙●̷̠g̴͍ą̶́ẇ̵̠a̴͈ has. We are still thinking about the way we’re going to go around it, so it’s subtle for now. (I’m pretty sure Katsu also said it while replying to a similar ask today)

I don’t mind the theories though! It would be interesting to read what people think about things that are going on there.

What I can also say for sure is that I really enjoyed drawing an undressing game for it last year, so if possible and when we have more time for it, I’d love to draw something interactive again.

It’s also in a little impromptu hiatus right now because of my deadlines, but we’ll be back soon! Thank you so much for reading it and enjoying it. It tickles and inspires me a lot to hear that someone is interested in what exactly going on in this weird little town.

Anonymous asked:

How the hell do you draw so fast??? The new Idia ssr pjs JP card came out and you drew 2 amazing ones before I got his tsum and broom ones on the English servers within 3 hours of its release. And now another one??? God hands right there

Thank you, Anon!! I just draw a lot! lol

Well, there is also some planning involved. I started sketching around when the teaser for Idia’s ssr pjs just came out, coming up with poses and ideas and stuff. And now I just have to clean, fix and colour those sketches… since I am not doing lineart for them, it takes much less time! Well, it still takes a couple of hours of course, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not like I have to be as clean or precise as when I draw something similar to our recent Cater (he took ~4 days).

So yeah, a combination of me drawing pretty much all day and Katsu being smart about our time management and posting schedule lol

Anonymous asked:

Are we cycling through all the main Idia fuckers of the blog with the pajama drawings?

I think we are! It was unintentional at first though, so Azul’s and Ortho’s sketches are pretty…vague, without the second person actually being depicted. I kind of got carried away with the other guys… (yes it’s a little teaser lol). We’ll probably draw something for the vague boys again though, it’d be only fair...

Anonymous asked:

plushie nice and big

yessss, perfect plushie

Anonymous asked:

It's bright blue eyes disturb me so

Anonymous asked:

Like it's staring into my very being

Reminds me of doll Rook dare I say, they should be friends

Oh no, another cursed toy…!

I think this one is a little more judgmental, isn’t it? Doll Rook was so friendly and cuddly!

And Azu-plush just wants to cuddle with one person only and still be pouty about it somehow.

Anonymous asked:

For the latest Fem!Azul drawing is she wet or is she *wet*?

Yes.

And both options are equally dangerous…

[titenoute]

Ok so I'm pretty happy with my Rottmnt Spooky month/Yokai AU illustrations I made. And after the last one I posted, I kept an eyes on the notes bc I was curious about which pieces had the most success (and ok, I was checking what people said in the tags 👉👈)...And uh. There is something pretty funny going on. So this was the situation 2 days ago.

I wasn't surprised when I saw Don had the most notes, not gonna lie. I mean, this is Don. He's a fan favorite. I'm pretty sure that if I hadn't gone hard with his piece he still would have had some success. Leo and Mickey have been around long before Don but barely made any numbers. Especially Leo. Poor Raph isn't getting much notes but that one's on me (I wish I had more time for his comic,it should have had more lore actually). Too bad coz I think this is my best pieces of the lot. April, with the Torii has been doing better than I expected and this makes me pretty happy. So that was the situation But...Today ? I realized something changed.

For some reason, Leo suddenly gathered a lot of notes without any explanations. Not only ranking to second place but also getting dangerously close to Don's number. And bc of this, this is all I can picture at the moment.

[noisyquokka]

Headcanons for Jisung and reader taking our cutie patootie little cousin out trick or treating? 👉👈🤧

Ohhhohohoo, do not get me started bestie! || GN!Reader || WORDCOUNT - 1080

Masterlist

spooky season starts somewhere around the last week or two of September

which means your little cousin is already listing off the different things she wants to be for Halloween

it's like this every year, but since Jisung absolutely folds for the little tyke, he will sit with her on the couch and start having a whole-ass convo about costumes

"A fairy warrior dragon princess?!" He'd balk back, eyes comically wide as she hides her face with her hands and shakes her head

"No!! A fairy dragon warrior princess!"

yes, yes, you must get the title right!!

you've made her costumes ever since she started going trick-or-treating, so you're more than ready to take on her mighty requests

Jisung will too, of course! Even if he knows nothing on the topic of sewing or crafting costumes

he's good with being an assistant; taking measurements and pinning fabrics, keeping the little menace occupied when you need to really focus

when the day finally comes, your little cousin is wearing the costume All. Day. No ifs, ands, or buts about it!

doing her makeup is a chore when she's so excited and happy with the way her costume turned out

You need Jisung to hold her while you add little dragon scales to her face, near her temples and her cheeks. Little freckles over the expanse of her nose for the whimsy fairy look

it takes you like 45 minutes just to do that with a squirmy 6-year-old, but she's even more giddy at the final product so it's worth the struggles

you and Jisung are also in character, it's only fair that you two choose to be the side characters to the main character, so naturally, Jisung wanted to be a knight; fiercely protecting his little princess from the evil ghouls and spooks in the shadows of her kingdom.

you were to be the spell caster, upon your little cousin's request

"We need a healer, and if you have magic it means you can heal anyone who gets hurt real bad!"

you couldn't argue there! So now you both stand in your garbs...

Jisung with his shield and sword, wearing a flowy top that's tucked into thrifted navy slacks that you added some little charms to. Black calf-high boots. And of course, his crown that your cousin insisted on since he's always the King in her eyes

and you with your cloak draping your shoulders, hiding the wares that cling to the belt around your waist beneath. shimmering makeup - again, upon your cousin's request, "You gotta look super cool or nobody will believe you're a big, bad healer!"- and fangs because... obviously it's for the coolness factor

you leave the house around 6pm because your sub-division starts handing out candy early for the youngsters

your little cousin is much less the concoction of chosen fantasy characters and very much a jumping bean as she scuttles down the sidewalk

Jisung is consistently trailing behind her, reminding her not to run too far ahead, to which she replies that she's part dragon and nothing can take her down when she breathes fire

"But your costume is blue and green, Princess!" Jisung says, and you grin at the way he holds himself, a gloved hand settled upon the handle of his sheathed sword

always in character, he is...

"I'm a dark dragon so I breath blue fire! It's important for the story, Sung-Sung!" She calls over her shoulder, racing towards the first house on the block

yells the loudest trick or treat on the block at every door

asks everyone if they like her costume and that it's custom made. She's so proud when she tells people she came up with it

she tells everyone she comes across about how she became a fairy dragon warrior princess, and the important info that she thought up in her character backstory and lore

sometimes she's so excited that you and Jisung have to remind her to say thank you for the candy

or one of you say it for her if she's already racing to the next house

after an hour of chasing her, Jisung is picking her up when he's getting tuckered out

she whines until he mentions a piggy back ride, those brown eyes are sparkling with joy at the prospect

jokingly uses his shield as she clings to his neck

giggles for days, right there

thirty minutes goes by and suddenly she's asking if she can have a piece of candy

so you take the time to stop, let her pick out her choice in candy, and open it to check for any tampering before she's able to pop it into her mouth

cue the happiest little wiggles as she scampers off to the next house

cue you and Jisung racing after her, exasperated by her antics

you're questioning how 6-year-olds are so fast with their short little legs like wtf

by 8pm, she's getting tuckered out from her running about and you're almost through the entire sub-division

you three finish the last six houses, minus one that's already lights out for the evening, and make your way back to your house with a hefty bag of candy

she gets too tired, so you pick her up for the walk home

Jisung takes the bag of candy, promising to protect it from any sneaky hands

a nap is enough to suffice her on the walk home and once you're back, she's asking for more candy

so again, you sit down in your costumes while your little cousin spins around in her little dress with the dragon tail out the back to go through the candy that could've been tampered with

every piece that's checked is placed in a Halloween bowl that's in her reach, and she sticks a tiny hand in to grab for her favored goodies

"Not too many, now! You'll be bouncing off the walls all night!" You tell her, and she hands you one of your favored candies like it'll butter you up into letting her have free reign of the candy bowl

it doesn't...

okay, three candies turns to five...

but that's it!

once you and Jisung finish going through the candy, you all get out of your costumes and freshen up, slipping into some cozy pajamas

you end the night by watching one of her favorite Halloween movies, all cuddled up on the couch with some snacks and definitely not some extra candy

Requests are open! 💛

[missis-maple394]

e(M)esis BLUE [SFM2023]

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Happy Halloween everyone! Here's my Screenshot redraw! Where is this scene come from? Well... Do you remember my first doodle of my Pyro's cosmetic? I promise myself to make an art out of it, just to tell you a story. :) The reason why I got into this franchise; I saw this user I've followed, where they kept reblogging TF2 characters. The colors, the cinematography, the spooky atmosphere... It took me eternity in there, to get my courage up of my curiosity. This featured, fan film is titled "Emesis Blue" (2023). It was created in Source Film Maker; that took 5 years of crafting by none other than the studio, Fortress Films. It has 7 (seven) chapters to keep in track where you remembered last time you've seen it. It was a fantastic horror experience that got me invested, so much plot points and scenes caught me off-guard that I can't look away! It became one of my favorite horror films, & I wish I wasn't joking about TF2's actual lore of being comedic source material. If you love horror, realistic casts and great cinematic animations, you have to see this. It's longer than you think. With that being said, I'm curious about TF2's gameplay and creations. Boy, It lives up a cultural icon to undead negligence from Valve's lack of actions. It's bittersweet; I love this game and I'm glad to be part of it; but I can't be always positive all the time or complaining if they listened to us. I can be only hope things gets better. I hope you enjoy my smallest contribution, have a wonderful day and, happy fortress-ing with you. <3

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[spectralsleuth]

Now that we're entering into 2024, I'm asking some artists and writers that I follow:

1) What is the one piece you're most proud of from this past year?

2) What are some pieces that you would have liked more people to see? If you can include links, I'd love to go check them out!

3) What were your top three favorite pieces (art, comics, fics, etc) that someone else has made this past year?

(As always, no pressure to respond! Feel free to just ignore, or let me know if you'd rather I not send you these kinds of asks in the future.)

This is such a sweet and fun ask!! Thanks so much! I enjoyed seeing other authors answering this it’s so hype to get it myself.

1. This is hard to answer, because this year I tried to do something different with every fic I posted. When I got a concept I very pointedly didn’t shy away from it because it seemed difficult, or I thought I might be bad at it, so there’s something that makes me proud with each one. IF I HAD TO CHOOSE THOUGH I’m going to cheat and pick two.

What it Will Be I’m proud of this because it fell out of me SO EASY. I felt like the process of writing it was a testament to how hard I’ve been working at improving all year, and it came together very quickly and very well. I’m also proud because I incorporated @heckitall ‘s comic page to base it off of, and I’d never tried writing fic for a visual media like that. It was super fun!

On the OTHER end of the spectrum is Case of the Hidden City vs Lou Jitsu because it is VERY technically and narratively complicated and is by far the most ambitious thing I’ve ever written. It’s very hard, but I am VERY proud because I haven’t QUIT it. It’s not complete yet, but it is a good amount of the way there and I’m excited to finish it. Probably once I’ve recovered from surgery lol.

2. This sounds insincere maybe, but I really am happy with the engagement I get on my fic. I really do write my fic for me, and while I love to make sure as many people who want to read it can find it, at the end of the day I don’t like assigning people homework! I went through my whole works list and scratched my head and really tried to think of there was anything I wanted to plug, and I don’t think there is!

I guess I’ll post my lowest viewed, my Swanatello fic! @tangledinink ‘s AU I’m sure everyone’s familiar with lol. I knew that one would be lower when I posted it, if only because it has prior required reading (Swanatello). But I wrote it mainly because the AU was starting to reach a critical point and I REALLY wanted to write fanfiction of how I fantasized an ending might be, so I could go back and read it for comfort. I love Odette and the lore Kayson made for his AU, so I’ll plug this only because I think some people may have missed it!

3. Three works!! JUST THREE?? AUGH.

little kid with a big death wish

By @remedyturtles ! This made me leak tears the whole way through, so huge CW’s obviously. Not only was it one of the best fics I’ve ever read, but I got the privilege of seeing how talented Rem is behind the scenes a little and saw how they write and work and I really want to emulate them going forward. One of many all timer fics for me, for sure, I’d love to read any original fiction they put out.

The Whispering Forest and Other Tales

By @sroloc--elbisivni and @kithnkin ! I love love LOVE the feudal Japan fusion, the research, and the perfect blend of Usagi Yojimbo’s universe with what the Riseverse would have been like in this era. Even the little segues into what they’re wearing and eating is endlessly fascinating to me. Every single character is written to be the best and most interesting version of that character I could imagine. Theres Leosagi, there’s a PB&J murder mystery, there’s spookiness- AND Raphael Hamato gets wifed up!! WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT? I love people that write a fully fleshed story that could be a standalone universe, without losing ANY of the flavor or humor or narrative of the original source material.

And last is I’m Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now

@tangledinink has such a good grasp of family and writing, and realistic portrayals of what would HONESTLY HAPPEN if you discovered literally any aspect of the ROTTMNT narrative. Not even taking into ACCOUNT the turtle nonsense, how do you unpack a family that’s been devoted to destroying a magic monster and sacrificing themselves, or a Dad that fought in a death match battle royale for over a decade, or a RIVAL CLAN OF NINJA? All the characters are written SO WELL, and Kayson does a fantastic job of never letting the characters or story fall into cliche tropes. Their characters are always super detailed, to the point where I really feel it if they’re hungry or hurt or itchy. Which is a weird thing to point out but they make sure you really FEEL the situation. Also like, turtles in highschool? Body dysphoria? My CO-CEO of Hamato Yoshi???

What a great year!! I had so much fun in fandom this year and made a lot of friends.