#like even Monster Mash my beloved

[cormancatacombs]

To compete with Christmas we need more Halloween songs WITH LYRICS that are in the public domain.

Kinda hard to sing along to Night On Bald Mountain or Toccata & Fugue in D Minor…

[jolalibrary]

the angel + the devil

javier peña x f!reader | halloween fic for late night texts

summary: “You may be dressed like that,” he says, dropping his voice “But I know how dirty your halo is.”

chapter warnings: bonus chapter to late night texts, although you can still enjoy without reading. fluff. halloween costumes. reader does wear a dress and heels. javi flirting. office party vibes. sexy talk, alluding to smut, but no actual smut or anything (similar to most of the chapters in the series) romcom vibes ofc ✨ wordcount: 2.4k

an: i still cant believe how beloved this little series is. i hope you like this little hallow-shot of my fave pairing.

text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

Don’t forget tonight is my works halloween party, if you’re still coming.

i haven’t forgotten baby

You say that but you forgot to bring milk the other day.

you told me you was wearing my shirt, naked

Thought high-pressured situations were your bag.

well you do always know the way to bring me to my knees

Pocketing his wallet and keys, Javi stares up at your work building.

He’s picked you up from work plenty of times, but he’s never been inside. Not like this, anyway.

Over breakfast, dinners and more since the two of you have been dating—and then living together—he’s managed to collect snippets of information.

Been able to make collages from the pieces you hand him—a picture board with ribbons and string connecting things, concocting an image of what things must look like. From the place the copier is to what your desk looks like.

Tonight, he’ll get to see it himself. He’ll have the chance to see the photo strip from Houston there, a little cactus plant you’d named Randy and a set of trays (all filled with paperwork) that he’d helped you find in town.

The rest though, was blank. All fuzzy in his mind.

A puzzle, one needing to be solved.

It’s why his finger and thumb brush against themselves as he steps through the doors, the instructions you’d given him illuminated on his phone. It’s easy enough, especially with the decorations up the stairs, hearing himself being called to by the distinct sound of the Monster Mash that is floating to his ears, guiding him to you.

Maybe, he should have texted to say he was here.

You’d be waiting for him then. Likely hovering at the doorway, looking somewhat lost and nervous—it brings back memories of scribbled-out signs and bubbling apprehension at the airport.

But, if anything, that’s why he doesn't text—doesn’t announce or tell you he’s parked up and climbing the staircase two at a time to see you.

Because Javi wants to see you, capture a sight of you across the room, and give you another romantic moment to add to the ones that make the both of you so “movie-like”.

Except, as soon as he steps through the last doorway, and his eyes land on you, he realises the moment isn’t for you, but rather for him.

His stomach flutters, fingers halting in their previous nervousness, stretching out as his head tilts. He takes you in—trails his eyes from the heel of your white shoes to the nervous finger-tapping you’re doing on the red cup, before he reaches your face—flecks of glitter, painted lips.

And fuck are you pretty.

You’re more than an angel. You’re something else entirely.

Ethereal, captivating, irresistible.

The mere sight of you making his throat dry and his heart quicken all over again, just like it had done outside that airport. Just like you had done from the first text to the see you later you left him with this morning.

He pinches his thigh, just lightly—because again, he’s left with the thought, the realisation: you chose him.

A reminder that is forever there. One he normally buries in gratitude against your lips, or clutches your hand—

You tiring from an ex-DEA agent yet, cariño?

Not even a little bit, handsome.

You’d chosen him because of text messages, fallen for him because of phone calls, and fell further in a hotel room miles away. Him doing the same, re-falling each day all over again due to moments he never thought he’d get to enjoy.

Simple things, like you sewing a jacket on his Pop’s coat to the way you listened when he finally told you everything that happened in Colombia. Your face not shifting, not until the end, not until you ended up in his lap telling him how proud you were of him.

Something he believed.

Somehow, though, a small part of him still expects this to be a dream. A cruel joke from life, because you’re way too good to be true. You’re nothing but kind, generous. Doing everything to remind him continuously how much he deserves you. That he’s good, worthy, amazing.

He’s about to clear his throat, announce his arrival, when your laugh dies at something one of your colleagues says. Then, he watches in slowed time how your eyes sweep—a thing he suspects you’ve been doing since way before he arrived—before landing right on him.

It forces his heart to skip.

A smile, different than the one you’d given to your colleague, spreads and flowers across your face—the fairy and ceiling lights not holding a candle to the way it brightens up the room.

He finds himself mirroring it, letting it unfold, grow, spread, sliding up into his cheeks as he watches you excuse yourself, placing your cup down on a desk before you rush over to him.

“Hey, handsome.”

“Look at you, angel.”

His fingers slide across his jaw, half-tempted to ask you to twirl—witness how the white dress skims your knees, trailing his eyes up and down, drinking you in all over again.

If you mind, you say nothing, although he imagines your cheeks will be warm if he touches them. Your eyes dropping, fingers moving, sliding to adjust the straps of your feathered wings, before touching up the headband with your halo attached—the one he’d watched you glue the other night, tongue out, teeth perched near the tip.

“I’m glad you came.”

“You asked, cariño. Por supuesto que vendría por ti.”

Shrugging, you smile, shifting on your feet. “I know, but you still came, dressed as… wait—what are you dressed as?”

Putting his palms up at the side of him, he grins. His head dips, eyes following your path over his dark jeans and red shirt, as his fingers slide to his back pocket—pulling out a headband with little horns on, placing it on top of his head.

“A devil.”

“Of course,” you say, sliding your arms around his neck. “Very fitting.”

Smirking, he traces his teeth with his tongue, letting you stare at him in the same way he had been you, until you move closer, sliding your arms around his neck. Basking in the way you kiss him, so softly—almost innocently—but with a hidden agenda underneath you can’t display too much of in the centre of your workplace.

But, he still feels the tip of your tongue sweep over his bottom lip—even if to others it’s just a chaste kiss. He knows that in the back of your throat, there had been a little hum growing—the one he pulls from you when he greets you at home, when the decision to eat or “nap” first arises.

“You may be dressed like that,” he whispers, dropping his voice, mouth to your ear as he hugs you. “But I know how dirty your halo is.”

Stepping back, he watches as his words force your lips to part. You battle a smirk, toying with it, chewing it, before displaying an eye roll.

Then, Javi feels you slide your hand into his, bodies so close to being flush, your breath doing a dance over his jaw and neck.

“I think we can make it dirtier. Can’t we?”

Pausing, he tilts his head, brow arching—watching you just smirk, far more devilish than angelic.

And, Javi suddenly wishes his jeans weren’t as tight as they are.

where have you gone, one of your colleagues is eyeing me up

Well, maybe you should try being less good looking.

funny

I’ll be one second, got caught coming out the bathroom by someone from finance.

do you need rescuing

You gonna throw me over your shoulder?

if i do that i’ll be carrying you home

This is why you’re the devil and I’m the angel, my thoughts are pure.

if I put my fingers between your thighs i bet your body says otherwise

Javi!

Handing him a cup, you tap yours against his, shooting a wink.

He doesn’t miss the way you eye him—not at all in a way different to the one he’d been getting from your colleague earlier.

“¿Te estás divirtiendo?"

Sliding closer to him, you press a kiss on his cheek. Angling yourself, the front of your dress moving, shifting, forcing his eyes to drop to where some of the glitter has fallen across your collarbone and cleavage.

“Such a bad girl.”

Smirking, you take a sip. “Angels don’t just fall from heaven for anything, or anyone, Javi.”

There’s a retort brewing—readying on the tip of his tongue—but someone approaches. A snort escapes you before they call your name.

He’d met so many of the people he’s heard things about—having been able to stitch faces to names, to hear their actual voice, and not the one you adopt when you’re telling him stories about your day. But this person's name doesn’t come to him with ease, nodding, agreeing it was lovely to meet them too.

Javi listens to you wish them a good weekend, hugging them, your wings brushing against his side as you do.

Then, the two of you are alone once again.

The whole night, between speaking to people, the two of you have traded in whispered angel and devil jokes—deviousness coming to him with ease, your eyes sparkling, somewhat twinkling as you hear each of them. Sometimes, your retorts silence him, rendering him useless—forcing you to slide more in front of him, his fingers digging into your hip.

Fuck, he wants you on his lap now.

More so, as the punch thins out and the party dwindles—some excusing themselves for home, for better offers or fraternisation with other departments—and the two of you are left him to a corner.

We can go soon. If you want?

Your eyes meet his, hands stroking up and down his arm—soothing, calming, genuinely wanting him to choose.

We can go whenever you want.

The two of you standing, his hip flush with yours, the scent of your perfume doing a swirl in his nose, watching as you smirk against your cup.

It’s hard not to feel that familiar surge inside him as he watches your lips. Because he never tires of you, is never bored of just admiring and observing.

“What you thinking about, cariño?”

The look you shoot him is one of pretend innocence. He can tell. He’s become an expert in you—both in the subtle shifts in your expressions and the way your body talks to him.

“Just thinking, that if I’d thought about it more, you could have come as a pencil and I could be your crossword,” you smile. “Y’could have spent the evening filling me in then.”

He’s mid-drinking when it hits him, making him choke, and splutter.

Your smirk rises as you bring the cup to your lips. ��Two can play that game, Peña.”

“Touché, baby.”

For a moment, he lets you be smug.

Let it grace across your features, teeth peering out, eyes twinkling under the unflattering fluorescent light—that you still manage to look stunning under.

“Or, I could have come as a vampire,” you continue, eyes averting, a smirk desperate to grow, “I am really good at sucking.”

He almost crunches the cup, his head tilting, eyes burning into you as his brain fills with thoughts—ones that almost ravage him. Smother over the purer ones he keeps forcing himself to manifest, innocent things he’s yanked up so he doesn’t get a hard-on in the middle of your work office party.

Because you’re dressed as a fucking angel.

“Did you want to see my desk, Javi?”

“Is it far?”

Shaking your head, you drain your cup, placing the empty in a nearby trash bin as you offer your hand. Leading, guiding him, pointing out little things that offer some clarification to stories he’s listened attentively to when the two of you have eaten.

“It’s just in here,” you announce, pointing to a closed door before the two of you enter.

As soon as the door clicks shut, his palm is against the wall—caging you in, his body close. Your laugh light, airy, brushing over his face as your fingers slide up his cheeks.

The two of you are flush, but not so harshly against the wall to crush your wings. He wants them intact, needs them to be there later.

“You like my costume, baby?”

He groans, tightening his grip on your waist. The light from the hallway splays across your face—illuminating your eyes as you stare up at him. Noticing the usual flecks of lust and need that swirl whenever the two of you are like this.

“You thinking innocent thoughts, cariño?”

“Not even a little bit.”

Your fingers tangling into his hair, his hips light in their efforts to press you against the wall. The air tightening, anticipation building, and building. It all layering, more so as his fingers drop, tracing under the hem of your dress.

His lips curl, the tip of his tongue dragging across his lower lip. “I like your office.”

“Bring back memories for you?”

Snorting, he grins. “No. I didn’t… I didn’t do that.”

“You want to?”

He considers it. More so when your lips slant back across his, when you whimper lightly when the kiss deepens.

Javi traces his finger over your thigh, half-tempted to slide it further up, skate it over whatever fabric you’ve chosen to wear between your thighs.

But he stops himself, halts.

Instead, he slides his fingers back under your chin, tilting it up. “Rather take you home. To our home.”

He watches as your smile curls up, lips pursing, eyes flicking down before meeting his. “Take me home then.”

Your fingers lightly flutter along his cheek, the top of your nails scraping gently against his skin, into the hair above his ears.

“Not to be a devils advocate, but we don’t have to wait until we get home, do he?”

Smirking, he lets a soft laugh exit under his breath.

“Seven letters,” you whisper, teasing his hair in your fingers, “Highest point.”

He kisses you. Pressing his smirk against your lips, feeling yours emerge as he does.

“You’re a real fallen angel, aren’t you?”

Snorting, you slant your mouth over his, likely wanting one more before the sea of goodbyes and see you in a week have to be said.

“Fallen straight into you, though. No regrets from me,” you add.

Pressing a kiss to your lips, Javi mumbles, “Not from me either.” Hands sliding around your waist, stealing another moment. “Need you to keep the halo on.”

Tilting your head, you pull from his lips. Breaths dancing, shared between the two of you.

“Wanna see how long it takes until I can fuck it off your head, cariño.”

Grinning, your tongue sweeps over your bottom lip. The slightest of head shakes. “Think you knocked the real one off my head ages ago—when you made me moan your name down the phone.”

an: if you have any ideas of what our pairing can get up to, let me know. i can't promise I'll always write them, but you never know.

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Reverse Prompt Week Roundup

Vore prompts, fgo focused is preferred but go wild

Oryou voring Izou

Spare some Perseus and/or Andromeda prompts, please?

Perseus arriving at Chaldea and awkwardness ensuing as he and Andromeda go through polyamory negotiations post his status as a reverse harem member in Prototype (of which two other members he got something with at least once are Also in Chaldea)

Perseus with robot/doll joints due to the greek machine gods and Andromeda tracing them/feeling them up

Meltryllis prompts? She deserves love. Whether it's CCC or FGO specific I'm fine either way!

For the one who asked for Meltryllis prompts, I would love to see something with her and Gudako if that is okay. Maybe some hurt/confort? Would be interesting to see Melt (probably not the most qualified person at conforting others) trying to make Ritsuka feel better after a mental breakdown, or something of the sort. Both ficfills and artfills are welcome, of course.

Voyager prompts

smut, loli, Voyager x a male master. A simple sleepover turns into some sexy times.

Voyager prompt: if you're familiar with the original work, go full ham on the Little Prince allusions. Was Voyager secretly the Prince? Or maybe the Pilot? Does he love gardening and lovingly care for a rose? Or does he in a crossover help the actual Prince get back to his Beloved Rose? What's his relationship to foxes and snakes or sheep? However you want to make it look, just go all the way with it. It's a dear book to me, and realising Voyager pays tribute to it made me even softer towards him than I already was inclined.

Voyager crowdsurfing! :3

body horror prompts?

in Angel Notes, V/V is a giant eldritch monster that turned into a cute girl… but nobody said this change was permanent or non-reversible.

Yu prompts please! Doesn’t have to include Xiang Yu, but please no romantic prompts involving just Xu Fu and Yu

Yu Meiren meeting some other servant during her long life. Did she see Camelot in its full glory? Did she learn to shoot guns alongside Billy the Kid? Did she find kinship in Fran’s make-up body?

Please send Mori prompts! Especially cute ones ❤️

no prompt yet

Avicebron prompts

Avicebron teaching Mash a jewish tradition/holiday of your choice in memory of Roman?

Avicebron giving mecha Liz a tune-up since he’s the closest to a mecha specialist we’ve got

Avicebron and Enkidu get acquainted thanks to Nursery Rhyme and get to know each other. whatever direction it goes is up to the filler but i’d appreciate some smut

gilgudako obegudako or edgudako prompts!! (or, if you’re REALLY feeling feisty, toss a cuchulainn/robin hood prompt to your witcher I MEAN writer)

Gilgudako person, I toss ye the prompt that you could make something with these two that is just teeth rottingly cute!! Something like Gil realising his feelings for them. Bonus if there is tsundere sprinkled in. As for something NSFW, maybe something like they're bored, it's Summer, someone put something weird in the air and now they feel very eager to connect their bodies too :))

Siegfried prompts?

Siegfried recognizing Goredolf as “someone who looks like a Master I had once”

Siegfried giving Sieg The Talk regarding the workings of the dragon parts of their body. How right or wrong, how SFW or not, up to you

Can I humbly request all your ideas and prompts for the KohaAce or Type Redline servants? Give me all of it! Izou is my blorbo and I have been itching to write something about him and Oryu and her hubby. If it’s kinky and I like it, drop them too! My thirst is endless to fill ;3;

Oryou voring Izou

for the izou + ryoryou prompt requester , how about izou crashing their anniversary date and immediately becoming part of it ?

In dire need of Ryougi prompts that aren’t gore or angst

Another one for the “Ryougi prompts that aren’t gore or angst” prompt request: Touko notices that 90% of the KNK antagonists have a crush on Mikiya and decides to settle the situation non-violently by making every character with a crush on Mikiya share. Her Mikiya is now OUR Mikiya. Can Shiki withstand this new system of harem communism? Or will she snap and cut through the Iron Curtain of romance to regain exclusive rights?

For the Ryougi prompts: how about her figuring out she’s pregnant with Mana. How does she find out? Have she and Mikiya been trying for some time? Is it a total surprise? How does she tell him? Pure, unadulterated fluff.

For the “Ryougi prompts that aren’t gore or angst” prompt request: Shiki absolutely sucks at driving. Like, Spongebob levels of vehicular comedic carnage.

Ryougi Shiki picks up the GameBoy Touko always carries around. Ryougi Gaming.

And yet another one for the “Ryougi prompts that aren’t gore or angst” prompt request: there's this odd lore bit that Shiki was born vegetable, but the Ryougi clan did stuff to force-awaken her Origin which resulted in Void Shiki. But then she made Shiki and SHIKI so she could stay dormant or something. What if she hadn't done that and stayed awake as the sole personality? How would this "just Void" Shiki be like in terms of character, appearance, abilities, etc.?

Give me any prompts with Kirie Fujou and/or Kaie Karyou, I crave the making of content for these two underappreciated crippled humanoid-shaped bags of mental health issues.

no prompt yet

Ereshkigal prompts 🥺

Ereshkigal cuddling an antelope.

unsanitary, Ereshkigal pisses herself. Non-sexual, played for embarrassment

I know there's the joke about Ereshkigal joining Chaldea just to be kicked out the next day, but I'd like someone to write or draw about the actual emotional impact that would have on her, please!

Spare Phantom prompts? Phantom of the Opera prompts pls?

Phantom and Liz singing a duet

I accidentally read “spare Phantom” as “Space Phantom,” so consider: Servantverse Phantom

Someone saying Eric in reference to Eric Bloodaxe accidentally gets Phantom to break out of his Mental Corruption for briefly enough that he also responds to the name Eric

smut, Phantom getting comfortable with topping for the first time

Gudao deepthroating Phantom’s fingers

Can we get more Morgan prompts so I can be sooooooo normal about her?

Castoria and Morgan decide to take advantage of their Servant bodies and the various medical experts around Chaldea to tear into each other. No magic, just biting, punching, fighting out all their mutual stress and trauma with each other while the others look on. Sex optional if you want but mostly I just think they should go feral.

Morgan being summoned in part 1 and meeting romani

Soulmate AU where Mash and Guda are soulmates. However, when Castoria steals Mash’s name, she inadvertently steals the fated connection with it. And in the eyes of the universe, Castoria and Morgan are essentially the same entity. Soulmate au where Guda, Castoria, Morgan and Mash are tangled together fucking every law of the universe, essentially. (Soulmate doesn’t have to mean romantic btw)

Morgan having Opinions on Castoria. Or Castoria having Opinions on Morgan. (As in “whoa girl your life fucking sucks” not “oh I wish I were the one fucking master” I don’t care about that.)

I needs all Shirou prompts…

HF ending shirou keeps forgetting to use his left arm. The arm works perfectly well with a perfect sense of touch and all, but for some reason he just… keep forgetting it exists. It’s like it’s in a dead spot for him.

gore, Shirou Emiya filled with swords poking out of his body. Hedgehog style. The more fucked up he looks the better.

send Fate Zero prompts please

fate zero roleswap!! swap servants and masters around and show me the end result!

send Berserker Lancelot prompts please!

A prompt of Berserker Lancelot and Arturia as a Team in a Grail War

Berserker Lancelot getting summoned in Singularity F and following the group around like a curious dog all the way back to Chaldea

Berserker Lancelot in a magical girl-style dress. Bonus points if he still keeps his helmet and that smoke that seems to follow him in some of his ascensions

Someone trying to take a picture of berselot, but the picture comes out super blurry and fucked up every time for some reason

berselot and mash hanging out

I wanna see my boy Rama prompts please

Rama is confidently sure no woman shall ever reach his heart the way Sita did. Cut to exact wording coming back to haunt him as Chaldea makes him all too aware of his own bisexuality

Rama realizes they’re not cis. Bonus points of picking out a new name for themself lets Sita be summoned to Chaldea since they’re not “Rama” anymore

gore, Rama figured out a loophole in his curse!! If he’s not allowed to “see” his wife ever again, then surely tearing out his own eyes would do the trick, right?

Rama and Sita as the art in that Ten Sho Sho Ten Sho song/video

Mephistopheles prompts pwetty pwease? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

All that Valentine’s chocolate starts going to Gudao’s waistline… and Mephistopheles starts researching why the sight brings butterflies into their stomach. (Bonus points for neopronouns!Mephistopheles)

give me some arcueid and/or ciel prompts please, kind nasuversekinkmeme followers 🫡 sfw or nsfw!

Ciel hanging in lesbian spaces in the 90s. She doesn’t have to be a lesbian herself mind you but I do think she’d be balling in butch spaces regardless.

Id love something regarding Arcueid learning of the modern world. Going shopping, trying new foods, meeting animals. Just being alive, you know?

Ciel getting her tattoos removed for tsukire

Ciel getting her tattoos

dare i ask for achilles prompts?

Achilles having a lengthy conversation with that one horse he owns who can speak but who has the shittiest personality known to man

Achilles ankleplay? As in, someone kissing or massaging his ankle. Something something baring your most vulnerable spot to a loved one.

Achilles on a surfboard!

I’ll take non-shippy Guda prompts.

Fujimaru Ritsuka the Servant, we know. Last Master of Humanity, summoned as a Servant, that’s all well and good. What about Fujimaru Ritsuka Alter? What sort of Servant, what sort of person, are they? (I have a few ways to guideline the prompt if a filler needs assistance but I’ll leave it open ended in case they don’t.)

Castoria prompts? Castoria prompts for the soul?

castoria weight gain? this girl’s life sucks so bad�� let her eat good food to her heart’s content… let her get a beer belly and round cheeks cuz she’s in a much healthier situation in chaldea and not starving in survival mode 24/7…

Castoria and Morgan decide to take advantage of their Servant bodies and the various medical experts around Chaldea to tear into each other. No magic, just biting, punching, fighting out all their mutual stress and trauma with each other while the others look on. Sex optional if you want but mostly I just think they should go feral.

Soulmate AU where Mash and Guda are soulmates. However, when Castoria steals Mash’s name, she inadvertently steals the fated connection with it. And in the eyes of the universe, Castoria and Morgan are essentially the same entity. Soulmate au where Guda, Castoria, Morgan and Mash are tangled together fucking every law of the universe, essentially. (Soulmate doesn’t have to mean romantic btw)

Morgan having Opinions on Castoria. Or Castoria having Opinions on Morgan. (As in “whoa girl your life fucking sucks” not “oh I wish I were the one fucking master” I don’t care about that.)

For the Castoria prompts: how about something involving her getting stuck? Feel free to interpret however you want (literally, metaphorically, physically, mentally, or whatever you find most interesting)

Castoria trying to pry open the bug shell on Oberon's arm like she's trying to eat crab. It's enrichment.

mozart and/or salieri prompts pretty please?

Salieri gets his Innocent Monster and Avenger skills temporarily nullified. While Chaldea staff is trying to figure out how to fix this, Guda takes the opportunity to let Salieri have a nice day.

Kiyohime prompts please

Anchin is summoned to Chaldea and Kiyohime drops her crush on Guda like last month’s lunch. Anchin turns out to be so eccentric (in a non-sexual way) that he makes Kiyohime look tame.

[gainprincess]

Idea: The vorny food pyramid post except it's an actual pyramid filled top to bottom with an enormous variety of prey for Kama and Kiyohime to 'defeat' to join back up with the rest of the farming party.

This Singularity is a bizarre one but I have faith they can make it.

"Oh dear, Kiyohi...It looks like we've been trapped in this Singularity...All these bloated, waddling, heavy meals, and some monster snacks to cleanse our palettes with...Whatever shall we do to free ourselves of them?"

She has no idea who even sent them here to begin with; She suspects either Kiara or BB, but the latter seems...occupied, so she'll go with Kiara. This seems like her gimmick.

"Oh my...you're quite right, my love...What can we do here...?"

A hand goes to her swollen, soft gut, hanging down past her knees as a result of all the food she's been stuffed with (in addition to...other substances, of course). She kneads it with the plush palm, licking her lips as she stares out at the feast laid before them.

She's not nearly as experienced as her dear Kama-sama when it comes to the act of vore; Maybe that's why every meal here looks so different, even though Kama just categorized them all as 'food' in a single statement.

Something about that makes her loins drip.

There's Servant Shadows, of their comrades and friends...just Shadows, though. There's random civilians from all manner of Singularities and Lostbelts. There's soldiers, female one and all, but varied nevertheless. Many different sizes, shapes, and delectable points to them...

Kiyohime can feel herself drool.

"Well, sweet beloved, my one and only, my most cherished and loved companion in this second life and all ones beyond..."

Kama's bloated ball of a gut jiggles and sloshes as she HURRRPPPs into her fist, the gassy goddess's smile as pure as driven snow as she gazes upon her lover. Kama really does adore Kiyohime. At first, it'd just been an amusement, a whim to pass the time, when she started spending out with such a love-flooded individual.

Now, a world without Kiyohime...is a world that Kama would burn to cinders.

"I think we have our afternoon snack. We can figure out where to go when these meals are nothing but bulges squirming desperately in our stomachs, yes? After our greedy, hungry stomachs are sated~?"

Her heavy, sweaty, singular monolith of a gut gurgles bassily.

Her sagging, triple-rolled, utterly unrepentant fat-churner of a belly churns hungrily.

No more words are said as they press their tubby faces together for a kiss, chins mashing up against each other.

Their hunt begins~.

-

GWWWWWWULLLPPPP!

"Whrrrp...ugh, what lame meals. At least be enough to bloat my half-ton tummy. Even a hundred of you basic snacks can barely manage to make me hard.~"

Indeed, her painfully large girlshaft is rising up under her gut, hefting it up slightly as the massive tool throbs lazily. She went for the smallest prey first, but discovered soon that eating someone that was only 200 pounds did nothing for her immense hunger, nor her lust. At most, her balls are churning and gurgling a bit with need, ready to blow a load all over Kiyohime's backside when the time comes.

She moves on to the larger meals once the shortstacks are completed, smacking her gut to inspire yet more desperate thrashing as drool leaks from her lips.

"More."

She lunges.

-

"How...BBBBBUUUURRRRRRPPPPP...disappointing."

Kiyohime continues her own rampage, plucking up soldiers and civilians alike with her flabby hands as they practically fall into her mouth. Compared to Kama's organized manner of eating, Kiyohime is haphazard and indiscriminate in her meal choice. She just cares about staying in her half, and the rest is fair game. However, she seems a bit disappointed with the quality of meals, given her frown, perhaps considering them inadequate despite their heft.

"Meals. Need. More..."

"MEALS!~"

And so it is.~

[horrorsequel]

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Last song

Uh genuinely I think it was Trogdor by Strong Bad which is crazy cos i've never even seen that shit

Currently Reading

I'm sad cos i REALLY wanna be reading my chuck palahniuk books but i'm in a dumb book club with a bunch of cishet women so i'm reading Evelyn Hugo BUT like it's kinda cool for a book a bunch of cishet ladies picked out. I'll allow it. ALSO: a bunch of books about crochet!!!

Currently Watching

a lot. too many. rewatching the real ghostbusters. just started ugly betty. MASH. Beavis and Butthead. new season of WWDITs. Only Murders In The Building. Rewatching childhood fav Are You Being Served? and finally getting the jokes. REALLY wanna watch metalocolypse but there's so much shit in my little mental list. a LOT of good movies in there that i don't know when i will finally get around to.

Current Obsession

CROCHETING. among other things. really into monster high and other fashion dolls. adult cartoons esp beavis and butthead. 2000s TV. ghostbusters again.

hi hiiii @b0ytron @oblivioustoast @gothmods @princessmo @holoprisms @mouthshape no pressure obvs but have fun if u want. also if u see this and u wanna do it. well then i tagged u.

also i'm glad we r doing shit like this on tumblr again i missed it

[tuiyla]

Ranking Once More, With Feeling songs

Eyyyy let’s go. Separating songs that were part of a medley, for the most part. Going out to @rachelberryy​​!

Not part of the ranking:

The Mustard: wouldn’t feel fair or necessary to include it in the list. Still, as well executed as the rest of them and a fun La La Land feel wayyyy before La La Land actually happened.

Bunnies: I find Anya to be ridiculously delightful, including the bunny running gag and this was a shocking but funny and appreciated interruption in the middle of I’ve Got a Theory. The rock opera was a fun genre to bring in and yeah, Anya’s just cool.

The Parking Ticket: again not necessary to include in the actual ranking but a fun background (foreground) moment. Man it really reminded me that basically all of these songs have a CXG “equivalent”.

Dawn’s Ballet: fully instrumental so excluded for that reason. But eyyy, Zach Woodlee! Even if we don’t see his face. Again proving that playing around with genres and committing fully to the musical episode is fun.

14. Dawn’s Lament

Despite technically ranking last I actually really like this short song. The fact that it’s so short is the only reason it’s so low but even in just two lines of lyrics I think it sums up Dawn’s angst and, well, lament really well and makes me wish she got a full feature. It’s my understanding that Michelle Trachtenberg asked not to sing too much so that’s understandable. But yeah, I think it’s good that she had this much, especially because, as I understand, despite Dawn’s behaviour being understandable she gets a lot of shit from the fandom.

13. What You Feel (+reprise)

Nothing against Hinton Battle who of course does an amazing job but the real strength of this episode is revelations about our beloved characters, not the monster of the week song. Not that this number isn’t as fun as the rest of the episode but it simply can’t compare to main cast’s solos, duets, and group numbers. The reprise shouting out the episode title is extra fun, though.

Best part: ironically in many ways, Dawn’s parts. Particularly “see, my sister’s the Slayer”

12. Something to Sing About

I feel like a lot would consider ranking this so low criminal. And in a way I do wish it could be higher but musically, I just don’t much vibe with it. I understand and appreciate the sentiment behind it, it’s a powerful scene and includes the big revelation about Buffy having been in heaven. The backup bit is amusing and Alyson Hannigan acts her butt off in the background as the reveal is going on but I simply can’t put it higher when I know this won’t be the song I listen to the most. I much, much prefer Buffy’s other solo. It’s also just, a bit long oops.

Best part: Musically, the beginning, but thematically probably Spike’s ending verse.

11. Where Do We Go From Here

I’m not sure how to justify ranking this above the previous one. I guess I’m just a sucker for group numbers and I think it has the appropriate balance of drama and levity. It feels a bit funky that Sweet leaves and yet they sing this afterward but whatever.

Best part: Giles’ solo line: The battle's done and we kind of won

10. Coda

As you’ll see further down this list I love a good reprise and this mash-up of Buffy and Spike songs only to culminate in the first step towards their relationship, it’s really chef’s kiss. Very very brief and closes by going back to the previous song but still, a good coda.

9. I’ll Never Tell

This is pure fun for Anya and Xander and a great performance. Harsher in hindsight, now that I’ve seen Xander leave Anya at the altar. But I keep being a sucker for Anya shenanigans in particular and this was very fun as that. I don’t care for all the lines but I appreciate all the effort that went into this number in particular.

Best part: His eyes are beady!

8. If We’re Together

It’s heartfelt and maybe a bit cheesy but hey, I love cheese and the power of love, found family and all that. It fits BtVS to have something like this, it simultaneously makes fun of the show and also emphasizes that yeah, this is the strength of the Scoobies. I also enjoy the double meaning behind Buffy’s what does it matter lines. We support our girl in her depression era.

Best part: Hey, I’ve died twice

7. I’ve Got a Theory

This is just that quintessential first group number with the lighter tone and everyone involved. It feels different enough to separate from If We’re Together and slightly ranking above it for the fun factor, including Xander’s ramble about witches. Points for being the song with the most Willow in it

Best part: Honestly, Xander’s ramble.

6. Under Your Spell

I kinda wish I could rank this higher. And it is good! It begins a new tier on our list and there’s much to appreciate. Amber Benson’s voice (even though I would prefer more chest voice but shhh okay okay) and the fairy tale vibes, and just the fact that the big love song went to the lesbian couple. The sentiment is lovely even with the darker undertone of Willow’s literal spell from the previous episode, but more on that in a bit. It feels apt to give Tara, usually a quiet and reserved ch a solo in the musical episode to express her feelings fully. I’m in awe that this was on television in 2001 and was quite shocked that they went there at the end lol. What do you know, they sure had the cojones and I appreciate that.

Best part: as cheesy as it is, the willow tree line

5. Rest in Peace

I debated putting this below Under Your Spell but I gotta appreciate the rock vibes, the angst, and the sheer over the top poetry of it. It’s really the perfect song for Spike and as much as I think the metaphors and puns are over the top, again it just fits him. Plus, I have to admit, it’s just more fun to listen to than Tara’s solo (still with love to her of course). God Spike would make such a dramatic lesbian.

Best part: If my heart could beat it would break my chest

4. Standing

Anthony Stewart Head really went for it and this song was perfect for both his voice and Giles’ character. I do think the sentiment felt a bit, hmm, off, but that’s a convo for another day. Giles’ fatherly love for Buffy is the very DNA of this series and him realizing that he has to let Buffy go, just after getting her back, hits all the right emotional places. If we had to let go of ASH, as a main cast member at least, this was as good a sendoff as we could get. Also curious that this is the only song that seems to be in just once of the characters’ head? Whatever, it’s musical logic.

Best part: the way he delivers Wish I could slay your demons

3. Under Your Spell/Standing Reprise

Ohh okay, so yeah I love an apt reprise and this mashup was incredibly powerful. Under Your Spell gains its darker meaning as Tara realizes what the audience had known and to parallel her sense of betrayal and, though it will take her another episode to truly admit, realization with Giles’ is so cool. To parallel a young woman’s queer love for her girlfriend with a middle aged man’s for his daughter figure. For both to realize, albeit for vastly different reasons, that they can’t be the ones helping their loved ones anymore. For Giles, it’s to help Buffy grow. For Tara, it’s the realization that she can’t, even inadvertently, continue enabling Willow. It’s such a cool thematic concept and executed beautifully musically, and cinematically as we see the shot of Buffy and Willow talking, ignorant the difficult decisions their loved ones are making. Well done, show.

Best part: Wish I could stay (but they can’t. and doesn’t that just break your heart?)

2. Walk Through the Fire

Here we go, the best group number of the bunch even though the other ones all have their strengths. It combines so many excellent parts. Buffy’s depression, even Going Through the Motions making a brief return. The Scoobies’ realization that yeah, they should help. Spike’s own realization that he’ll always come back to Buffy’s aid. The ‘villain’ parts. ASH once again delivering his solo bits very well, particularly the Dawn line. Beady-eyes is right, we’re needed! It combines funny and deep and heartfelt and really, that sums up the show well. Plus yeah, the small reprises.

Best part: I think this line's mostly filler. Pls, that’s too funny.

1. Going Through the Motions

Okay listen at first I was like, can I? Can I actually rank this first? But why not. What an excellent song to start us off with. A few minutes into the episode and this already had me so hyped. The composition, the flow, how fun the demons are in this, Buffy’s attitude, SMG’s voice to be honest. The fact that this is her I want song! The very first song! This is just such a fun and yet meaningful song. It’s funny how SMG turns inexplicably British in it (heaRt has an R, surely) but I don’t care, she does a great job and this song really embodies my love for season 6 Buffy. So good!

Best part: How can I repay...? Whatever. This was SO funny. The rhymes throughout the episode can be a little too simple but when they work they just work.

So that would be the list, hope I didn’t shock and upset anybody. I knew going into this that people heralded Buffy’s musical episode as not only an OG but one of the, if not the ultimate best and you know what, yeah. And if anything it really proved to me that jukebox musicals are not where it’s at - if you’re gonna do a musical, put your whole pussy into it. Write those original songs! Make them relate to the characters and reveal interesting things about them. That’s the whole point and it’s why, though the villain song was fun, others were far superior. Not that I didn’t love this series before but Once More, With Feeling well and truly cemented my love for BtVS.

[dreameasel]

for headcanon purposes, how's the addamsverse through your morbid and very much twisted vision? this includes any and all characters you want to talk about. what are they driven by? how far are they willing to go? what's socially moral and right for the addamsverse that doesn't clash with what's socially moral and right in ours? gimmie the spicy, the grotesque, gimmie ur worst, train my beloved.

based off of this post

[rubs my awful little hands together] okay good yes this has some questions in it that are exactly the kinda thing i've been brooding on.

I've been brooding on morality and legality and all that kind of shit in the Addamsverse for a while now. I try to keep things fairly grounded in reality if only for my own ease but I've violently love things being extreme, unhinged and horrifying. The idea of Faulkners having like, one gruesome death a year at minimum that everyone seems to just shrug off a la Sunnydale High is genuinely delightful to me. But then it does come with a certain amount of questions of like, well how does that square with how normal the rest of the world still is.

So far how I'm handling it is similar to how it's handled in Buffy The Vampire Slayer. The supernatural and the horrifying are all there and only hidden beneath a piece of cardboard, if it's hidden at all, but people ignore it as much as they can because once you start down that track you find out things you really wish you hadn't. There's parts of Elioud culture and in the world of the supernatural/occult that even the Elioud themselves get antsy or scared about. And what are people most likely to do when they know there's something uncomfortable? They ignore it.

It's easier to not look too deeply into things, it's less scary to think of the Elioud as just freaky goth monster mash people then dig too deeply into how any of it works or what they really do. Werewolves transform but don't think too much about what that does to the human body etc. Also in a world where curses and magic are real there's a serious incentive to stay in your fucking lane. I imagine things like the Satanic Panic of the 80s went VERY different in the addamsverse since there's like, Actual Real Satanists in the kinda way hollywood loves to do it and a not unsizeable community of openly supernatural people who would push back.

While the Elioud are generally just Normal Ass People But Weird there is also generally an undercurrent of darkness and savagery. They're all inherently dangerous in their own ways and the vast majority have a serious dark streak to some extent. It's both just like, inherent to their natures (it's impossible to think of a werewolf or vampire that lacks a prey drive) but also come from so many of the smaller communities under that umbrella dealing with bigotry, disporas, violence, cleansings etc. There's an inherent sense of insularity, distrust, secrecy and willingness to commit violence to protect the Whole. There's also a a sense of like "well, tough shit", so much bad shit has happened to them and the Horrors/Supernatural are so normal to them that a tragic death here or there, even of youths, is kinda partially expected.

The Elioud are in a lot of ways best thought of as an ethnic group and a rather large one at that given how board of a catch-all term it is. There is an overarching connective culture outside of them all just being freaky Halloween people but it's much looser than say, vampire culture/community. So there's kind of two social structures in the same way you'd think of with any other ethnic group — the overarching culture/social mores of the country they're in and the historical culture/social mores of the ethnic group — it's just in this case it's that the ethnic group is Fucking Terrifying.

The Elioud generally are far more comfortable with murder in like, Most Contexts and various taboos like cannibalism or being super hands on with the dead in ALL stages aren't really a thing for them. Their concepts of death are very different and it's much more present in their lives on the whole. They're also more comfortable with grudges and revenge and things like that. Their ideas of justice are convoluted and intense. It's not too far off from something like the Fae at times tho it all various from group to group. Vampires and Witches tend to be more bonkers about shit than say, Werewolves or Gorgons.

Society in this world works via anxiety and ignorance. You might want to do good by stopping the secret Elioud society from preforming ritual human sacrifices but by sticking your nose in you've actually made things worse. Going beyond the mundane surface of the Elioud means running the risk of seeing something you can never unsee and there is a quiet fear and tension that exists under the surface of society that keeps the masses from penetrating too deep.

Where Elioud and Normies tend to agree are on things like "don't hurt kids" values, general property laws, human rights kinda stuff etc. They also tend to be very warm and extremely loyal. There's a while community energy and they're very fond of things like community watches. Both groups also tend to debate about which category people like Harlow, Xavier's mom, fits into. She's not an Elioud, her powers come from a Death Experience (can you call it a Near Death Experience if they did in fact die but recovered?) and those powers now put her in the same category as Vincent, Xavier, Wednesday etc. But all of them are Eliouds born with these powers. They knew they were likely coming and have a whole culture/tradition around them. The Thorpes are literally known for their psychic powers. People like Harlow who are Not Eliouds but Have Abilities get their Normie Card revoked but aren't necessarily accepted by Eliouds.

Okay I could literally say more but I'm getting more disorganized and a lil tired. There's just so much I could say lol. But the basic idea of this post in particular is that Elioud like the Addams are more than comfy committing Atrocities and everyone's too scared to look into it because if you stare into the void the void stares back at you and No Thanks.

[pizza-rollzee]

Wait...what is this? Actual Paranormality news?! NO WAY! And...guess what?

...

...come real close. I gotta whisper it to you.

...

...Closer...

...

...Okay. Ready?

...

OFFICAL GAME DEVOLPMENT HAS BEGUN!!!

That's right! While we are still in the pre-draft phase, the coding of several key Paranormality elements has begun! cue the party horns!

And, notice how I said "We"? That's right. I'm not alone. (I've always had you guys though. I'd never get rid of you, my pepperonis and peppers!) I've enlisted the aid of the one...the only...the fabulous...

...(Drum roll please)

...DINOSUNDAY! (My irl bestie fr fr)

(Trust me, this is totally what he looks like. Don't ask the sentient pizza how a Bulborb manages to code without arms. I don't know how Bulborbs do it. In fact...neither me, the pizza, nor him have arms. How am I typing this right now? Oh God. I might need to lie down in a nice warm pizza box and ponder this for a while...)

Seriously, he has been a great help with the project. Hell, now that the game development is in motion, he's the main reason why the thing is playable in the first place! So remember, he's a super duper cool dude and deserves to be praised too, y'all hear?

Lots of changes are bound to come to Paranormality as game development progresses so make sure to check this page often to keep up with all the sweet details, alrighty? Wanna take a quick peek at the earliest placeholder sprite of our protagonist, Jestoro Jumblesteen? Well...here you go!

This...this is art. It...(sniff) brings a tear to my eye.

In all seriousness though, this placeholder sprite has since been completely fleshed out into a highly detailed and stylised sprite! I'll make sure to show you the whole sprite once all of its early game animations have been completed and smoothed out!

Gameplay-wise, the game is currently top-down with heavy OFF/Undertale influences. Doors and basic collisions have been set up, as well as vigorously bug-tested. This is a different approach from the point-and-click RPG hybrid that the game was originally but time will tell if we go back. Besides, I'm all down for this approach! Toby Fox's games are my favourite pieces of media out there, after all. Gotta honour the King somehow! Don't worry though, the game will stand apart from its monster-mashing counterpart...in more ways than you'd first think. I can't wait to show you guys the battle system in the future! It'll be a great example to show you guys that Paranormality can stand apart from other influential and beloved indie RPG games and sprout its very own bizarre wings!

Again, development has literally just started and the game still has AGES left to go before it's even remotely ready but I assure you, the more days- months and years you let us cook, the better the final product will end up being. So remember to stay patient. We'll cook you up a meal and a half!

Once again, I'd like to thank Dinosunday for helping with the coding as well as joining our team of what used to be 1 person group.

So...like...basically just me.

I seriously can't thank him enough for becoming so enthusiastic about working on this dumb little passion product of mine. You are the best bestie out there...bestie!

And...uh...one last thing. You've ever wanted to see Jestoro's mask with huge, luscious lips? No? Well...I agree with you.

But...like...too bad- here it is anyway.

I regret nothing. Blame Discord.

Pizza...away!

[dammarchy211]

Reblogging for in depth music taste headcanons bc I was talking about it earlier on discord 🫶

Breaking it up into “canon” as in music that would be allowed in the fallout discography, and “non canon” as in music that surpasses the (at this point very vague) cut off for music, but I think they would theoretically like anyway.

Dala-

Canon: First and formost, she likes lounge music, i think this transcends time period restrictions or not. 60's matini lounge music her ABSOLUTE beloved. She prefers music without words imo, but it’s not like a hard preference, she likes having music on when she works.

Non canon: obviously this just extends to lounge music created past 1963 ish. But I also think she would like disco too. I know this girl has been to the club. she probably likes the bee gees and earth, wind & fire. Not like a super fan but I think she’d enjoy it.

0-

Canon: geez idk about 0 tbh. In terms of fallout era music, I think he's a kind of "likes whatever's on" in canon fallout person. Imo he'd like the song The Great Pretender by The Platters a lot though. I also think (and I’ll let it slide as canon since a song from this album was in 76) he Really likes the Pet Sounds album by The Beach Boys. I don’t think he’d like their surf music as much. Fake fan.

Non Canon: outside of the time constrants i was extremely tempted to say he'd like prog rock because of the venture bros reference. but thinking about it YEAH he'd like prog rock. I think canon 0 wouldnt be much of a musichead but if he heard prog rock it would change him. He still also likes Pet Sounds.

Borous-

Canon: Borous loooooves frank sinatra. regardless of time constraints he loooooves frank sinatra. He also likes elvis and probably Dean Martin too. The only Beach Boys song he knows and likes is Kokomo

Non Canon: even with access to modern music I think his taste would still be the exact same as above. Maybe with the inclusion of Jimmy Buffet.

Klein-

Canon: He says he doesn't like music or just listens to classical while he works, but in the scope of canonically available music him LOVING stuff by Lesley Gore and The Andrew Sisters and the Chordettes and alike would be really amusing to me. He'd never admit it but you can rip It's My Party and Pink Shoe Laces from his cold, dead hands

Non Canon: same taste probably, though I could see it transferring over to equivalent more modern pop songs. Or like 2010 girl pop. Rest in piece Klein you would’ve loved l love it by icona pop featuring Charlie xcx

8-

Canon: big instrumental jazz-head imo, also maybe he’d like opera bc that’s an audio option for the sonic emitter? Idk

Non canon: i really think 8 would love kraftwerk. He'd love any synthesizer forward music. He loves the Moog Cookbook, Wendy Carlos, and Jean-Jacques Perry. he would have sex with a moog synthesizer if he could

Mobius-

Canon: He absolutely listens to the monster mash year round. He knows the Bobby “Boris” Pickett discography outside of the Monster Mash. the monster mash is his favorite song. He likes The Beach Boys but he actually Does like the surf music. I could maaybe see him liking doo wop? He just likes music that’s fun he likes to have fun

Non Canon: REST IN PEACE MOBIUS YOU WOULD HAVE LOVED ROCKY HORROR SHOW. not even that he'd be into musicals, just rocky horror specifically. I think he'd just like a conglomeration of music that reminds him of or coinsides with his interests. Like Leonard Nimoy's music (i.e. Leonard Nimoy Presents Mr. Spock's Music from Outer Space)

The Think Tank Random Headcanon List

Two people asked for this so that means it happening 👍 your welcome, most if not all of these r prewar/brain tank

-this one’s pretty supported in canon but think Dala likes fashion and dressing up🫶. I love giving her a fun little outfit

Yay

-0 had back pains pre brain tank. Also a lot of fatigue. The certified professional sleeper. When he’s working on projects in his home he tends to do it lying on the floor.

-this one’s basically canon but 8 has arithmomania. I say basically canon bc things in his house in Higgs often come in sets of 8, as well as his house being the 8th house despite there not BEING 8 houses. I think this would also extend to counting to 8 on his fingers when he’s nervous and such.

-tied in I also believe 8 has ocd. Borous has bpd.

-Dala was pretty reserved growing up, as she grew up/especially in the looped personality she became for lack of better terms “bolder and more flirty” as compensation for having been so withdrawn previously.

-I am wishy washy with a lot of gender headcanons for characters, my brain kinda just goes well idk if they’re trans but they’re not Not trans. However I do feel quite definitively that Dala is nb transfem, and Mobius and 0 are trans men.

-I think all of their names have some tie to the names they had pre recursion loop. Canonically both Klein’s name and his prewar last name start with K. I think the other’s names have similar ties.

-on that note, I think Borous’s old name (/just his family in general) has Painfully Russian origins. It makes his McCarthyism thing so hilariously ironic

-I think 8 is Canadian, but he only lived there pre annexation of Canada, he was working at big MT and living at Higgs once it happened.

-0’s old last name used to be “O’something” and people still used to call him Dr. O then and he still hated it. Doomed fate

-re: Mobius being trans, i think his first name was Edward. He named himself after Dr. Morbius from the movie The Forbidden Planet

-Klein is a big wine guy, like obvious there’s wine bottles strewn about his house, but I mean like. He’s the kind of guy to just know things about every kind of wine.

-Klein is probably the best dressed after Dala, I think he just tries to be professional for the most part. 0 thinks he’s fashionable but he isn’t. Already mentioned but Mobius dresses like an old lighthouse keeper. Cableknit sweater and the works. I think he’d also like antique pipes

I’m probably gonna alter the Klein outfit but yeah you get the idea. Doodles

-I feel SO STRONGLY ABOUT THIS. But 0 and Borous went to high school together. 0’s one line mentioning Borous in high school was just way too telling.

-Klein and Mobius need reading glasses. Dala used to need glasses, didn’t wear them throughout her childhood until like college, and then switched to contacts after college

-The think tank are all very close and got along much better prewar than they do at the time of the game. They kinda Jean-Paul Sartre No Exit’d themselves and their personalities are stuck in an endless loop. To say the least they started getting on each other’s nerves after 200 years. But this is to say they didn’t still bicker or anything prewar

-8 never really liked talking much. Possibly having selective mutism. This was mostly fine for him because pre brain tank you have facial expressions and hands and hand gestures that kinda make up for not talking at times. After the brain tanks he was kind just. Forced to talk to relay information. His speech was extremely awkward and stilted, which combined with the above head canon is why Dala made that comment about how they light him better now that his voice modulator is broken.

-they all have autism of some flavor tbh. To me. In my autistic mind.

-dead animal ment.// but I feel like Borous was that kid who like poked at dead squirrels and shit as a kid. It frames the Gabe and cyberdog thing well lol

-I’m an 8/0 head so I think they worked together a lot. Even if it’s not on the same project they would just do thinks at the same time together.

-the mentats on Klein’s bedside table are Mobius’s

-0 used to be a super big fan of House and RobCo when he was in high school. Obviously that is no longer true

-0 excels at making robots that are smaller. He doesn’t want to acknowledge this though. Muggy and his walking eyes (w/ wild wasteland) are both pretty small but they work well. The larger scale securitrons he’s tried to make obviously. Do not.

-I think the lounge music theme for the radio was a collective choice, but I feel like Dala especially likes music like that.

-Klein and Mobius used to play games like chess or checkers or card games “outside” in Higgs old person style.

-post brain tank one (woah) Klein has fleeting feelings of missing someone or something he can’t recognize. Any memories tying it to an image of a person he doesn’t quite remember. His brain just doesn’t connect that it’s Mobius and he usually just pushes the feeling down whenever it happens lol

If I think of more I’ll add them.

[space-invading-pigeon]

Monsters AU, anyone????

If you haven't already guessed it, Steve Harrington is my comfort character and almost everything I write lately has to do with him. But I love myths and monsters, so I mashed them up.

Steve is a werewolf; not always, but an incident when he was four changed him. His mother blames herself for his accident and tends to stay away from him, too overcome with guilt to even look at her son. Unfortunately, of all things, he was changed into a pack animal, and the loss of his mother's comfort has a negative effect. He's withdrawn, aggressive, unable to get comfortable in his own skin, all before even starting kindergarten- his only relief is when his mother hires an old friend to watch him. Her friend is from the supernatural world: the oldest son of a family of vampires that have lived in the United States since they stowed away on the Mayflower.

Steve and his new babysitter are instantly bonded: Steve goes back to being a sweet, albeit clingy, little angel, and his sitter is always more than happy to indulge him and shower him in love. Life is really looking up for Steve, to the point that he secretly refers to himself as "Stevie Munson," and dreams up a world where Wayne is his pa, instead of his actual father. But life is rarely kind to Steve, and soon his beloved Wayne has to leave town for an undetermined amount of time because of a "family emergency." Steve is heartbroken that he isn't allowed to go with him.

As if losing his sitter isn't enough, Steve's mother dies in a robbery-gone-wrong on Steve's ninth birthday, five years to the day after the attack that changed him. Richard Harrington can't be assed to take care of his son in her stead, and hires another sitter. Claudia Henderson (human, through and through) decides on her first day that Steve is as much her son as Dustin, and that only solidifies when she discovers that the poor baby her late husband attacked years ago was actually Steve. Dustin (a born werewolf as opposed to Steve, a changed werewolf) decides that Steve is his brother immediately, and it's like two puppies have found each other. Steve is protective, loving, and maybe a little bit possessive of his new brother, but Dustin has love to spare. As he grows from toddler to kid to preteen, he acquires more and more friends: first, Will Byers, from a family of light elves, who is shy and artistic and never cuts off one of Dustin's excited rants, even though they're both seven and Dustin's grasp of engineering is on par with a college undergrad. With Will comes Mike Wheeler and his older sister, Nancy, both of whom are descendants of the great Valkyrie. Nancy is a little more.... ethereal than Mike, because their Valkyrie blood is more prominent in women, but they're both stubborn and snarky and have a weird obsession with the Byers boys, but Dustin swears that they're both very nice. Lucas Sinclair comes around soon after, and he's really the only friend of Dustin's that Steve has actually met. He's a soft-spoken kid until he's comfortable, and then he's quick witted and so loyal that Steve actually thinks that maybe he's a werewolf, instead of a chimera.

Steve refuses to meet anyone else in Dustin's friend group; he says it's because he's too big to be around Dustin's friends, but it's actually because he doesn't think that he can be around them without lashing out for taking his baby brother away from him.

When Dustin is eleven and Steve is seventeen, Chief Hopper- the only Berserker in Hawkins- adopts a little witch named Jane, although she answers more to El than she does Jane. Soon after, Max Mayfield moves to town, and Dustin's little group of friends adds the banshee to their ranks.

Finally, Steve agrees to meet his friends, lovingly dubbed "the Party" by every member of it. They're wary of Steve at first- Richard Harrington is the most outspoken anti-supernatural in town, and they didn't know that Dustin's Big Brother Steve the Werewolf was actually Steve Harrington, so almost all of them are sure that they'll be harassed in their safe space. Steve is quiet for a while, yes, but Will and El take to him immediately, and Steve is weak for people who look at him like he's worth something (it's why he's such a pushover for Dustin and Claudia; they love him unconditionally and he will do anything to make himself feel worthy of that) so he adopts Will and El into his little family almost immediately.

Will and El adore Steve: El insists that he's a big, fluffy puppy, and her descriptions have never been wrong, so it makes the entire Party warm up to him. Will is painfully shy, and the speed with which he warms up to Steve is unheard of; but Will quite literally glows when Steve shows up, and even once he's calmed down the air around him glitters with his excitement. Steve takes to them both; at first, Dustin is over the moon at this.

Next to warm up to Steve is Lucas, a few weeks after Steve joins the Party. He's frosty toward Steve at first, but at a group movie night he watches Steve jump out of a dead sleep to jump out of a window and slam into a tree, face first (apparently, he'd been having a dream about a cheese monster trying to eat his toes). Then, Jonathan and Nancy, who both watch Steve with the kids and decide that, yes, they do have a crush on the sweet, dumb dog that's joined their ranks. Nancy asks him out first, though, and Steve is flustered enough that he agrees (and is almost instantly smitten with her). Mike refuses to warm up to Steve; the guy can't even breathe right, as far as Mike is concerned.

The longer that Steve and Nancy date, the angrier Dustin gets. He feels like he's being left behind. Steve spends more and more time with Nancy, at her behest. Neither of them realize how unhealthy their relationship is growing to be, just how the relationship between Nancy's parents are. Nancy demands that everything be held to a certain standard, and Steve does everything he possibly can to meet that standard. It isn't until Nancy dumps him- a very nasty affair that has Steve avoiding everyone except Dustin- that they actually grow as people and become something healthier to each other. (Just like in the show, they get into a fight at a party, and when they revisit it while sober, they fight again; Steve is hurt and wants to know if she really thinks he's bullshit, and Nancy won't give him a straight answer. He's upset and he can feel himself losing control of himself, so he walks away. Nancy leaves town on an overnight trip to get some info with Jonathan, and when she comes back, she spits vitriol at a panicked, concussed Steve. She does a lot of growing up after that, but she never actually apologizes for hurting Steve, although he frequently tries to "make up" for his own mistakes.

Max joins the group soon after that, and gets along with Steve almost immediately. She's a young banshee, and a part of her lore explains that she screams; she can't control when, how long, or even how loudly she screams, and as a result her step-brother (a human named Billy) is incredibly abusive. He belittles her for her Screams, and isn't afraid to shove her around (never where their parents can see: if Susan caught wind of it, his father Neil would hear, and Neil was not a man to cross). When Max meets Steve, and watches how he picks on the Party using their own species(he calls Lucas "little lion man," Will is Sunshine, Mike is Paladin Shithead, and Dustin has always been pup) while still encouraging them (Steve encourages the kids as they grow and develop these new abilities, never belittling them for their struggles, but showing them that it's okay to mess up. She doesn't know that it's because Steve had no one to do that for him until his mother died and the Hendersons were brought into his life). She's afraid to open up to the guy, right up until, in the middle of a crisis situation where Max is forced to use her powers on purpose for the first time, Steve throws himself in the line of fire to protect the Lucas- and by extension, the whole Party- more than once.

Steve protects her from Billy when he tries to "pick her up" (read: drag her home by the hair without regard for her safety), allows Billy to beat his ass because the alternative at the time was to chase him away until no one was around to protect Lucas, and then, with a whole concussion, does a full shift and defends the children from these strange alternate hellbeasts that were summoned by some crazies at the Hawkins Laboratory for Scientific Witchcraft. The guy even praised her for Screaming on purpose, calling her a hero. Max is soon just as attached to Steve as any other.

In the summer after breaking up with Nancy, Steve gets a job at the mall. He meets Robin, who seems for all intents and purposes a simple human being. She's quirky and goofy and she smells like the ocean after a storm; Steve loves her very quickly, but something in him keeps him from actually developing a crush. Robin is his beloved other half, his soulmate, the yin to his yang, whatever else means that she completes him. She calls him Dingus exclusively, and Steve knows that if he ever heard it while he was shifted fully, he would be rolling around like a delighted puppy. He learns later, after they've fought for their lives and suffered and survived, that Robin was born a normal human, but after the most traumatic experience of her life, she was transformed into a siren.

After the mall, Robin is inducted into the group. She keeps an eye on the kids while they're at school, partially for her own sanity, but also for Steve, who is beside himself at the prospect of his babies being out of sight for so long (he gets like this after every Upside-Down interaction, he loves those kids and he can't stand the idea of losing the family he's built for himself). By the end of the first month, Steve is desperate to meet this guy his kids keep ranting about, Eddie Munson, and it's just because he's worried about them, not because he's afraid of losing his spot as their Big Brother or because the name Munson struck a chord in the back of his mind(for whatever reason).

Without the kids knowing- except Max, because she saw him going up to the Munson trailer. She would never bring it up to the Party unless Steve did first- Steve goes to meet this Eddie Munson and maybe scope out the competition a little. Instead, he meets a pasty boy with unfairly attractive hands and full lips and the warmest chocolate eyes and-

His mooning over this pretty boy is cut short when a man with a painfully familiar face peers in from the kitchen, meeting Steve's eyes with a surprised, "Stevie?" The greeting is enough to make Steve tear up, and he starts freaking out because why is he so happy that this guy knows him, and he's ushered into their little home and onto an old, well-loved couch. Eddie is gushing about finally meeting the Stevie Harrington, he's been told all about him from Wayne through the years. Eddie asks him why he's never seen him at school, and Steve mumbles about being home-schooled ("I won't let people see my mistakes so easily," Richard Harrington drilled into his head from the moment Steve was old enough to go to school). Wayne is flustered and standoffish for all of three minutes before Steve is smothered in more paternal affection than he's received since he was seven; it clicks in his brain when Wayne calls him Stevie again, that he used to wish and beg the stars to change him into Stevie Munson, not Harrington, and that Wayne was his best friend for three years.

Eddie is smitten with this strong, pretty, downright fluffy boy that showed up on his doorstep, even more so when Wayne Munson (easily most comfortable when left alone in quiet) spends almost an hour fussing over and showering him in praise. Steve becomes a regular fixture in the Munson household, after that. Wayne spends weeks explaining the different types of supernatural creatures that have made their homes in Hawkins and the surrounding area, explaining Munson family history, and Steve finally has someone to walk him through everything about werewolves (Claudia tried, but she was really only parroting things she'd picked up as she raised Dustin, not any formal education. Steve never knew that it was a special thing to achieve a full shift; that particular afternoon had Eddie calling him a sweet little pup for a month).

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I'm too lazy to spend another two days puzzling out how I want the rest of the show's plot to align with this au. I have it in my wips folder but this is already suuuuper long. My bad, pals

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KOTLC Characters' Halloween costumes: 2022 edition!!!

Holy crap, I've been on tumblr for over a year now!! Let's get some Halloween costumes going, because nobody wears the same outfit two years in a row, right? *kicks my own beloved witch costume out of sight*

Sophie Foster: 1920's gangster. She's always been one for suits and ties, and she looks stunning with the fedora on her head and her fake cigar in her teeth. She drinks her lushberry juice out of a wine glass and talks in a Brooklyn accent the whole night. No one knows what her accent's about, but no one can get her to stop. She has bright red lipstick on her teeth, halfway through the night, and her brown eyes sparkle. Her suspenders are super cute, though.

Keefe Sencen: Cereal Killer. You know exactly what I'm talking about, because that is not a typo. There is a cereal box, and there is red dye involved, and a fake knife. Keefe is loving it.

Fitz Vacker: Alexander The Great. He's got his hair messed up and his eyes look a little wild, but the historical accuracy is there, from the Macedonian armor to the spear he made himself. There are feathers tucked into the helmet he spent hours making, and his shield is carefully crafted to have a golden star right at the center. He's wearing gold and red and he looks every inch like a warrior king.

Biana Vacker: Cinderella. Her skirts are shimmery and blue and she's got her hair in long loose waves, butterfly clips in her hair, and she's smiling brightly, and she looks lovely. Oh, her slippers are made of crystals. She commissioned them and paid money for the trolls to carve her her shoes. They cost quite a chunk of change.

Tam Song: Prince Charming. He looks put together and like the prince he is. He and Biana went to the party together, and if you see Cinderella and Her prince dancing the night away to "Monster Mash" you're correct. That's what they're doing, tonight.

Linh Song: Sheet Ghost. With glasses over the top. It's really cute, and she giggles and her whole costume looks like it's shaking. She's just floating around, and it's really really sweet.

Marella Redek: Katara, from Avatar, The Last Airbender. It's about the IRONY, and the hair loopies that she spent three hours researching and braiding her hair so it's accurate. She put so much effort into this costume, and worked on this for weeks. She's put her heart and soul into this costume, and it looks like it. It's just a brilliant cosplay of the character, and you can tell that Marella had so much fun putting it together.

Dex Dizznee: Pirate. He's got an eye patch and a fantastic outfit that looks perfectly like he walked out of a book on pirates. He even burned the sleeves with gun powder, and dusted his cheek bones with red so it looks like he's got a sunburn. Good thing he's got so many freckles, it looks like he's been in the sun for months.

Stina Heks: Goth Witch. She's got her makeup dark and her dress jagged at the bottom. She's got spiderwebs embroidered across her sleeves, and her hat is pointed and embellished with flowers and a skull(sustainably sourced). She's got her lipstick dark and her hair curly and scattered and messy. She's grinning, brightly, and she looks like a creature of the night. It's lovely.

Maruca Chebota: An angler fish. She's got her dress done up in shimmery scales, attaches huge teeth to her face with makeup glue, and she fastens a glowing sort of shield in place at the end of her headpiece, and she looks amazing.

Wylie Endal: A lighthouse. All of his college friends screech in laughter when he walks in and there's a light moving around him like he's a real actual walking talking lighthouse who just walked in the room.

Glimmer Alenefar: Fintan Pyren. There was so much laughter. She even went on a dramatic speech in Fintan's voice!!!! Sophie is losing her mind over this, and Keefe has been laughing so hard he's now crying, especially when Glimmer says something along the lines of "I'VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE" or something like that. No one is ssafe from Glimmer Fintan. Not a single one of these kids is mentally healthy. But stars, if they aren't having a good time.

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👽 X-Files Fic Recs: Novels, Part 5

Here are lots of very good novel-length X-Files fics to read! Need even more? Check out my earlier lists of novel recs. Enjoy! Part 1 ** Part 2 ** Part 3 ** Part 4 Abandoned and Apart by ML It's time to go. / I knew this day would come. I've known it for a long time. Achilles' Heel by FranTheWonderHorse Mulder is drawn into a group that claims to want to cast light on alien abductions An Alluring Indiscretion by Beduini and M. Taylor Harrison Um, Things you WON'T get in this story include; Slash,Scully/Skinner, Scully/Krycek, Death of one or more of our beloved heroes, Babyfic, Marriedfic, Rape, Alternate universe/Alternate Dimensions or anything like it. Unless, of course, you consider MSR Alternate Universe. You shouldn't be here if you do. Contact by @h0ldthiscat Unsure of the nature of their relationship, Mulder and Scully must work together when they receive an email from someone they thought was gone from their lives forever. Equilibrium by VivWiley How do you direct a manhunt for a man you know is no longer anywhere on the planet? Skinner and Scully hunt for Mulder post-Requiem. Failure to Die by Kel An undercover assignment lands Agent Jerry Luskin and his colleagues in a "cursed" hospital. Can Dr. Scully handle an emergency without calling for the paramedics? Just watch. The Fifth Column by Kemystre After the events of Sixth Extinction: Amor Fati, Mulder and Scully come to a crossroad in their relationship. The decision that Mulder makes will forever change their path together and quite possibly cost Scully her life. Gemma and Ancient Dreams by Kellie Matthews Mulder does some investigating while Scully is on vacation, and finds something other than psychic serial killers and little gray men. The woman he ends up with is a “finder” who attempts to help him locate a kidnapped child. // Scully goes to Ireland on a vacation, and discovers someone who challenges her skepticism, and provides some answers to who and what the Kindred are. Jack by Exley_61 At the age of innocence, a child witnessed the brutal murder of his mother at the hands of a monster. Ten years later, can Mulder and Scully prevent such brutality from happening again, risking more than their lives, but their hearts as well. . . . A Neurotic Need for Validation by Kel Perception is reality, for we do not interact directly with the world around us or even with ourselves. Nights of Shining Armor by Gina Rain A tale of shared dreams, fractured fairy tales and great expectations gone awry. In short, Mulder and Scully investigate a serial kidnapping case. Queen's Gambit by Suzanne Schramm Queen's Gambit: A chess strategy in which a player sacrifices key pieces in order to win. Sacrificing the Truth by DKSculder (@dksculder) After some time apart, Mulder makes a life-altering discovery that could change the course of his and Scully's lives forever. Will he make the right choice? She's Beauty, She's Grace by @sunflowerseedsandscience I was asked to write a Miss Congeniality/The X-Files mash-up… so here goes nothing. So Shall You Reap by Stephanie Davies Mulder is sent to the UK to investigate paranormal occurrences, and an old 'friend' returns The Way by KMNAHILL and MD1016 Scully becomes mysteriously ill. Mulder, Melissa, and Tao help to heal her. / On assignment in Chicago, Scully's illness progresses. / An assignment in Oregon turns out to be more than first expected. Humorous antics from the Lone Gunmen. / Samantha returns and isn't what Mulder had expected. With or Without You by Invisigoth421 What if Scully had not been returned in "One Breath"? Even 10 years later Mulder feels as though he can't live without her. But what would it do to his life if she returned 10 years later? Up the Ladder by RivkaT (@rivkat) Marita comes through for Mulder, giving him what he wants most. But twenty-five years haven't brought as many changes as he might have thought, and her gift might be more dangerous than anything he's faced to date. And what's up with those bees? A potpourri of Conspiracy elements with many old favorites present.

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>:)))) I would love to rant about my OC and OC x Canon Ship! I don't really have a good ship name for them yet, other than just mashing their names together but it feels or sounds too much like other ships.

Amy is my oc and my ship for her is with Lloyd (she's barely a year older than him). Basics for Amy: she was a child soldier biologicially engineered and trained to be an assassin (living weapon trope my beloved), she joined the ninja in the pilots (they weren't sure how old she was but didn't want to question master wu, and she's pretty tall for her age). She's very stoic and has a pretty hard shell (at first) because she was trained that emotions were a weakness and there's no room for weakness.

Onto her and Lloyd: Since they were both the youngest on the team and are both chaotic lil shits, they became good friends very fast. When she had her first official birthday, she and Lloyd made friendship bracelets- Amy will punch anyone that comments on it. They also wear the bracelets for forever even after they grow up, the bracelets become good luck tokens for each other. When they got older (they were both 14/15 by Season 4), they developed crushes on each other, dated secretly until Season 5, and managed to keep their relationship from the public until my fanseason for Amy (takes place between Season 7 and Season 8). Their relationship is built on friendship so they act like chaotic besties.

"scary powerful lady falls in love with sweet himbo that's too stupid to be scared of her but drinks enough respect women juice to be proud and supportive of everything she does" ship trope MY BELOVED, it sums Amy and Lloyd up quite a bit (though it does go both ways). but also "both of them will become scary and raise hell if you hurt the other one, seriously you're dead already." also "two broken people that think they're unlovable and monsters find sanctuary in each other" is another lovely one for them.

They're both on the Aro and Ace spectrums! Amy is GrayAroAce and Lloyd is Ace and DemiRomantic <3. They'll fight anyone that says they're relationship is "basically straight" or that both of them "need to be fixed". Amy will make sure you taste her metal fist :)

Lloyd (and the others of course) is one of the reasons Amy learned to open up and start allowing herself to have and feel emotions. She still has a hard time opening up, but finds it's really easy with Lloyd because he's so open about his feelings with her. He has a hard time feeling loved and feeling like he's not an annoyance or a burden- Amy always tells him some variation of "If there's somebody that doesn't think you're worth it- you don't deserve them, you dumbass." She lovingly calls him dumbass a lot <3.

Like many ninjago characters, Amy dies at the end of her season, but comes back a season later- but she comes back very different with the left side of her body covered in burn scars, her left arm gone and replaced with a metal one, and PTSD from the experience. She comes back in the second to last episode of Season 8- and when she finds out what happened while she was gone she's ready to go on a rampage. The rampage has to wait though because Lloyd needs cuddles first, she asked him, "Do you need cuddles or do you need violence [done to Harumi]?" and he just really needed cuddles.

It's a horrible and traumatic roller coaster for both of them and then, finally after Season 10, they have peace and can finally breathe. They get married, the others force them to take a three month vacation (they get a beach house rental all to themselves), and it's ok for a while.

After my fanseason and Season 9 they're both super clingly with each other because it feels like the universe is constantly trying to rip them apart and every time they get separated something bad happens to one or both of them. So they make as much physical contact as possible (especially on missions), and both will get really anxious if they're separated :). And of course they're extra protective of each other.

Of course both of them get plenty of moments where the other is injured/captured/thought dead and THEY GO BERSERK. One of my favorite tropes ever >:))).

Cute fluffly bit: after Amy comes back, Lloyd starts making terrible arm/hand puns all the time. Amy pretends to hate it but secretly loves it. But whenever he asks "can you give me a hand here?" asking for help, she gets back at him by just tossing her metal arm to him and walking away.

I'm feeling like some Ninjago Oc x Canon appreciation! Reblog this post and use it as an excuse to talk about your Oc x Canon ships!

Share their backstory, your favorite facts about them, their ship name-whatever you want!

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celebrating halloween with chris noel !

type; headcanons

warnings; brief food mentions, swearing

request; hey could you write headcanons for celebrating halloween with chris noel (gn reader) - anon

a/n; hi,, id love to!! i adore this concept omg - im so sorry about how long this took, but i hope you like them!!

chris loves halloween with her whole heart, so please be prepared to go all out with her in celebrations

she has a full out plan for activities for you both to do on the day, and in the run up

decorating for halloween is one of the most important things in her mind

a few days (or weeks) before hand, she'll invite you over to her place

as soon as you enter, there's bags and boxes of decorations everywhere, your girlfriend in the middle of them all grinning at you

"so, where should we start?" "babe, how did you even find this much stuff?"

depending on who's tallest, they boost the other in order to be able to hang up the fake spider webs and orange and black garlands

skeletons and bats are hung from any space you can find

you both keep getting tangled in the cobwebs

its terrifying until you realise they're fake

and she has an abundance of candles to light to give off a cosy feel

there's at least four pumpkins you carved the other day displayed outside

it's a lot of work

but the look on your girlfriend's face would make you do it ten times over if she'd ask

the day of actual halloween, chris is bouncing off of the walls

even if you weren't going to a party, chris would insist you both dress up, as what's halloween without a costume?

she would love to do couples costumes

maybe an angel and a devil

because come on, chris would make a perfect angel. have you seen her when she opens the door in her first scene?

she'd have a ton of horror movies lined up for you to choose from, ranging from mildly fear inducing to all out terrifying

although she's not too easily scared, she takes the chance to hold onto you and bury her face into your shoulder, even if it isn't all that scary

"chris, literally nothing is happening." "oh, so you're gonna tell me to let go of you? wow..." "no!"

and if you're easily scared too?

god you'll be clinging to each other for the rest of the night

"what the fuck was that?!" "i don't know, my eyes are closed!"

you only break apart to answer the door to any trick or treaters

chris was so eager once she slipped on her socks and fell down the hallway

you answered the door with tears of laughter streaming down your face, chris crumpled in a heap behind you

but candy isn't only reserved for the kids, no

chris sets out at least three bowls of different sweets for you both to pick at

once you've recovered from your horror movie marathon, a dance party is a must

she'll put on her halloween playlist, with songs like thriller, somebody's watching me, the monster mash, etc

all of the classics

and you'll dance until your feet hurt

it's an undeniably amazing night

but if you prefer to go out, chris always knows someone who's throwing a party

and you know you will both be the best dressed there by miles

is more than happy to serve you punch in the gaudy skeleton cups someone bought, not without absolutely horrific puns

she doesn't want to leave your side the whole night

its perfect

"happy halloween, babe" "happy halloween gorgeous"

i forgot how much i adore writing headcanons omg- hope you like these just as much as i liked writing them!!

taglist; @thesilverskull @pretentious-strikes @aesthetixxluv @lilgayn00dle @tall-my-beloved @caffeineconstellations @star-dust-2317 @bazpitchs-violin @transias @adoreachilles @wlfstxr @lxncelot @renmeissance @matte-moony @yer-erster

dead poets society masterlist !

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EASTERWEEN

BY DERRICK ZURN

It can truly be said that each holiday is unique. Christmas has it's trees and lights, Valentines' has it's hearts, St. Patrick's Day has it's gold coins and rainbows, Thanksgiving has it's turkeys and afternoon naps. Easter is no exception to the rules. The mere thought of the holiday brings on images of pastel colored eggs, chocolate bunnies, flowers of all sorts and multi-colored beans. And all these trademarks are generated from a world far from our own turf. It's a world where all these Eastery things exist indefinitely, all 365 days of the year. The name of this world: Easterealm, what else!

Rabbits are the most prominent species in Easterealm as are the chicks which never seem to grow into full on chickens! The jellybeans, marshmallow critters and even the chocolate bunnies aren't manufactured but grown from the sugary grass, harvested around the clock to ensure plenty for each Easter basket on Earth. The chicks eat a steady diet of these sweet treats to ensure each egg they produce has a different color and one of a kind design. Like snowflakes, no two eggs are exactly alike! The mayor of Easterealm was a lengthy lagomorph named Robbie Rabbiton, a jolly fellow who loved Easter so much, he had a secret vault in his house full of jellybeans which he dived into and swam in, giving him a fresh fruity scent every time there was a town meeting. He was very much liked by his people and never missed an opportunity to bolster his favorite holiday and all it's greatness.

There is no greater holiday than Easter. Every day, we write sonnets about Easter bonnets and revel in it's wholesomeness with our mouths full of mashed marshmallow rabbits. All the other holidays pale in comparison to our beloved Easter and one thing is certainly clear. Throughout every realm of existence, throughout every town and village and isthmus and archipelago, everybody knows our glorious Easter has the best candy, certainly much better than the candy of that retched, rancid neighboring town right next to us that SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS! Why, the very mention of that holiday makes every one of my blue hairs stand up!

Now what other holiday do you suppose he is referring to? What other holiday is known for it's sweet treats and it's overall horrifying nature. It began with a Hallow and ended with a ween and it indeed existed right next to Easterealm in the stream of holiday themed worlds. The town's name, Hallow End.

There is no prominent species in Hallow End although one could argue that a great number of pumpkin headed lurkers lurk there and everyday, several tiny critters wearing revolting masks went door to door collecting chocolate eyeballs, jelly filled worms, marshmallow ghosts and sour suckers.

Everyone in Hallow End was dressed in a different costume, for like snowflakes, no two monsters are exactly alike! The mayor of Hallow End was a lengthy fellow with the head of an orange named Saul Wen, an odd fellow who loved Halloween so much he had a pet octopus with a candy corn head he brought with him to every town meeting. He was liked by his people for the most part and never missed an opportunity to bolster his favorite holiday and all it's horrifying greatness.

Halloween is the greatest holiday of all holidays. There is nothing quite like a good scare or boogie in the graveyard or a spooking in a haunted house! All the other holidays are inferior to our beloved All Hallows' Eve and one thing is certainly set in the tombstone. Our horrible, retched, spooky and cooky Halloween has the best teeth rotting sweets, certainly much better than the candy of that goody good, prim and proper, cutesy wutesy rabbit infested world they called Easterealm! The thought of those brightly colored peeps makes my brain want to explode!

Yes, to say that the worlds of Easter and Halloween didn't see eye to eye would be an understatement and it was all over the age old debate over who had the better candy. Were peeps truly superior to candy corn or vice versa, it was all a matter of personal preference of course but in the worlds of Easter and Halloween, one holiday had to come out on top and one had to plummet to the very bottom. That was why the holiday overlords from high above decided that the time was right for this candy feud to be put to rest. They decided that on one single fateful day, the worlds of Easter and Halloween would in fact, combine to form one, single hybrid world. On one fateful day, a once in a lifetime holiday would be born, Easterween!

Both Robbie Rabbiton and Saul Wen were out for their morning jogs when a strange phenomenon occurred. The invisible barrier between Easterealm and Hallow End broke apart and the two worlds crashed together like a bunch of paints on a canvas. All the haunted trees started sprouting jellybeans, the chocolate bunnies had jack o lantern faces and both Robbie and Saul found their bodies transforming. Saul's orange skin was pink as a strawberry and Robbie, he didn't have any skin at all!

They weren't the only ones going through a strange metamorphosis. All over the town of Easterween, once haunted creatures found themselves "Easterfied". The eggs were covered in black and orange and morbid shades of purple. Even Saul's pet octopus found himself a bright shade of pink and baby blue. Even the candies of both worlds came together to form something truly exotic. And in the Easter baskets, eggy spiders crawled around in search of flies!

Yep, it was madness and it all started over a stupid candy debate. Both Robbie and Saul didn't know what to make of their makeovers but as time went on and the day progressed, the two came to realize something. Maybe Easter and Halloween are good in their own unique ways. Maybe Easter and Halloween stand out in their own right. Maybe, one holiday doesn't need to be better than another and their respective candies don't need to be better either. Maybe, just maybe, each holiday can coexist together in harmony, bringing delight and cheer to all. And Robbie and Saul shook hands as their worlds separated. Easterealm was back to being just Easter oriented and Hallow End, well, you get the picture. All was set right, but the concept of Easterween still deeply intrigued both Robbie and Saul. So, it was decided that on one special day of the year, the combination of Easter and Halloween would be celebrated, bringing both worlds together.

EASTERWEEN FOREVER!

Happy Easter from DZ's Moon of Toons!

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The Hargreeves Kerfuffle Part 2: Family Reunion

The Hargreeves Kerfuffle Part 2: Family Reunion

The Hargreeves siblings x Hargreeves!Reader (Familial Relationship)

BG: The Reader is Number Eight. It follows how you fit into the structure of Season 1 and the family dynamic of the siblings.

This part follows the collapse of The Umbrella Academy during their youth and having the family back together after years apart for the very first time.

I have mashed up the information and some events from both the comics and the tv series. So a heads up for readers who haven’t read the comics, it was hinted in S2 but in the very beginning of the comics, it’s canon that Reginald is indeed an Alien.

The series will consist of 10 parts. Where the reader would have a focused interaction with each sibling. (Eg. After this part, it would be Luther x Reader, then Diego x Reader and so on! –Yes Ben is included)

WC: 4786 (never had I written so much for one part before!)

Contains: Angst. Death- Reginald and Ben (so not exactly a spoiler, but while writing Ben’s scene had my eyes water a bit.) Crap childhood and the Hargreeves being a mess.

A/N: You guys are literally the best! Reading your replies and comments about how much you enjoyed part 1 and are looking forward to the rest of the series, really warms my heart!

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March 21, 2019.  

Never had you thought that you would be back here, looking up the gates of The Umbrella Academy, 13 years later.

There was and still is so much pain associated with this building, this entity, this identity of The Umbrella Academy. That you hadn’t seen it coming- well not exactly completely blind to it. Sir Reginald Hargreeves’ upbringing of children-your siblings, your childhood- had always been shit but you had never come close to imaging it to be as emotionally and mentally damaging as it did.

Children at aged 7 finding out they had powers was great. To a kid, it was a dream come true to be a real-life superhero. It all started out as fun and games but soon, training started to be competitions to outshine your siblings-your competitors whist being told to work together at the same time. It was quite a hard concept to grasp as a young kid, but in order to get any attention and praise from a distant father, a kid would do anything.

By the age of 9, the superhero team of ‘The Umbrella Academy’ was officially announced to the world. The group consisted of the 7 Hargreeves children, publicly known as: Spaceboy, The Kraken, The Rumor, The Séance, The Boy, The Horror, and Foresight.

An 8th child with seemingly no superpower, had been secretly tucked away, hidden from the world and too, distanced away from her own siblings. It was though Vanya Hargreeves didn’t exist.

You did try your best to spend time with Vanya and keep the Sunday sister bonding time with her, but with all your training and missions, combined with all her violin lessons and some other private lessons she often go on with in long periods of time - though she wouldn’t mention what they were- there was absolutely no time to be in each other’s presence, so soon you along with the rest of your siblings slip away from Vanya.

At age 10 was a big year for the Hargreeves siblings, they had kind of successfully protected the city of Paris from the chaos of the Eiffel Tower being a spaceship- yes it did flew away but at least the people were saved- The mission became world wide news and soon every move they made caught the public’s eye. With this led to more intense training and additional etiquette workshops to better the group’s public image.

Reginald being a helicopter parent took a toll on the children, who had coped in their own ways. Luther taking the role of ‘leader’ to heart, Diego with his never ending hero complex, Allison using her power to get whatever she wanted, Klaus fell into the world of drugs and alcohol, Five-the rebel who thinks he’s smarter than everyone even dad, Ben into the world of video games, Vanya became ever more quiet and more to herself, and you-a yes person to dad who calls you his most valuable asset that has ever crossed his path, never wanting to let him down.

Things really started to get out of hand at the ripe old age of 13. Breakfast had been a mess, Five had a massive argument with dad and stormed out of the house. You ran after him, caught his coat just as he passed the gate- the very gate you are standing in front of now.

‘FIVE! WAIT!’

‘WHAT?’ He turned, looking angrier as ever.

‘Please don’t leave.’ You place your hand on his shoulder- damn when did he become taller than you? ‘You both can talk this out. Rationalized things out’ You pleaded.

He shook your hand away. ‘Talk? REALLY Y/N? You think good old dad would dare listen to someone younger than him? TO HIS OWN CHILDREN?’ He snorted. ‘You are daft y/n. I thought you were smarter than this-‘ Five sighed. ‘But a guess you are too much of a daddy’s girl to see things clearly.’

‘I know you didn’t mean that’ You stammered, not letting the tears fall. ‘that’s just your anger talking.’

‘oh but I do mean it. Now if you’d excuse me, I have to get going to prove dad wrong.’

Five makes a step forward but you blocked his way

‘GET OUT OF THE WAY Y/N’ He pushes you. ‘I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE ANYMORE.’

As you fell to the ground, you see him blip away.

That was the last time anyone had seen Number Five and his final words still haunts you to this day.

‘get out of the way y/n! i don’t want to see your face anymore.’

To make matters worst from having a sibling disappear and to never come back was to have another sibling lose his life.

The media was quick to publish the news. It was all the tabloid and news outlets seem to care about. The headline would vary but all in all still carry the same heart-breaking news. Be it from ‘The Horror dies in mission.’ , ‘The Umbrella Academy loses the life of another of its members.’ to ‘RIP to teen superhero Ben Hargreeves aka The Horror.’

Oh Ben, dear Ben. Why must he be taken away? You thought. Why?

The mission was meticulously planned and prepared for. You were sure to have extracted all the information on what was to go down and what the villains’ moves were from your vision.

You had memorized that every aspect of that dream- you had 2 weeks to prepare. Everyone was supposed to be safe, but why wasn’t Ben?

Why didn’t reality play out as to what you foresaw? You had never slipped up before. Why had the one time you did cost you the life of your beloved brother? Why?

While sobbing your eyes out onto Ben’s grave, a memory of what seemed so long ago came rushing back.

~

>>‘I’m sorry y/n.’ He said leaning on your door frame.

‘Ben!’ You exclaimed. ‘I’m so glad you’re back up and running!’

Ben was caught off guard. ‘You—You’re not mad at me?’

‘Why would I be mad at you?’ You questioned, genuinely confused at your brother’s words.

‘Cause, Cause I almost got you killed. I am a monster.’

You sat up straight at those words, your ribs hurt a bit at the sudden movement, but you didn’t care. Your brother was blaming himself for something he couldn’t have controlled.

‘NO BEN!’

Ben jumped from your sudden outburst.

You motioned for him to come closer.

‘Ben…’ looking into his eyes. ‘Ben you are no monster.’

‘But—’

‘uuh uh I’m not done’ You held his hand in yours. ‘You are no monster what happened then was an accident, nobody knew, heck nobody expected powers to just show up. It was beyond anyone’s control. It took us by surprise.’

His shoulders relaxed.

‘It wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you for what happened.’

He gave you a bone crushing hug. ‘Thank you y/n. You don’t know how guilty I was feeling.’ Voice muffled by your shoulder, which is now wet with his tears. ‘I kept thinking about the pain I caused you and I wasn’t allowed to leave my room even when I begged dad to see you and say sorry. y/n’

‘Shhh shhh’ Rubbing his back. ‘It’s alright Ben. What’s important is that we’re all here now. Alive, Safe and sound.’. <<

~

‘I’m sorry Ben…’ You choked out.

‘I’m so sorry Benny…’ Wiping his gravestone of your tears. ‘I—I got you killed. I am a monster. I am THE monster.’ You hiccupped. ‘It is MY job to keep everyone same, to do the reconnaissance, to ensure that everyone in the frontline is safe. It is my power to foresee what could go wrong, to avoid disastrous mistakes. And….and I failed, Ben. I failed. I failed you, dad, The Umbrella Academy.’

‘I miss you Ben so much…’ You lie down with an arm across the lawn. Picturing that is was him you’re hugging, that he is really there.’ more than your annoyingly sweet ass could ever believe. I wish you were here Ben, safe and sound. And if you could hear me Ben, I wish you could forgive me.’

Your eyes slowly fall shut from the emotional guilt you’re feeling but a warm breeze passes through like a warm embrace lightening the heavy burden within.

A soft whisper of reassurance and familiar words brings you to peaceful rest.

‘I forgive you y/n. It wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you for what happened.’

You stirred from your sleep as you felt yourself lifted from the ground.

‘Careful Diego! You might wake her up.’ You hear Klaus say.

All this trauma, stress and was just too much to handle by minors and as quickly as all your powers came, the same goes for the people who left.

Klaus was the first to leave the academy at age 16, who choose to be self-checked at a rehab centre, stating that that was a way healthier environment then this shithole that was ‘home’.  Who could blame him? Especially when you yourself were planning to leave.

As much as you wanted to get up and leave in the dead of night, you can’t. You don’t have the heart to leave your remaining siblings behind. No, not in this environment. If you were to leave, you wanted them to go with you, to at least know they would have a good life ahead.

Under Reginald’s watchful eye, it would take time to sort the plan out, but it would be worth it.

And you know just the person to talk to.

‘Heyya Diego.’

‘You’re up to something y/n/n and I don’t want to be in any part of it.’ He says without glancing your way. ‘Not after the pineapple incident.’ Diego’s eyes finally landing on you.

Rolling your eyes, you chuckled. ‘Oh come on Diegs! That was years ago! It was just a childish prank—’

Diego gives you the finger.

‘-Oi! It is not MY fault what Luther did to you; besides you were supposed to take the EAST stairwell, NOT the West.’ You say matter of factly, shaking your head. ‘Ughh no, we are getting out of topic. Diego, I need your help and you have to promise not to tell anyone-’

‘You’re devising a getaway plan, aren’t you?’

Your brows scrunched together. ‘How’d you—’

‘I’m not blind y/n, I recognised the look of someone who too is planning to escape.’

You raise a brow. ‘Too?’

‘Yes, Too.’ Diego edges closer to you. ‘Now, why don’t we save the trouble of potentially ruining each other’s individual schemes and join forces. Team up. More brainpower. And whatnot. Deal?’ Offering his pinky out.

You ignored the outstretched gesture. ‘What happened to being a lone wolf huh?  I thought that was your thing now?’ You countered.

‘Like a said y/n, the more brainpower, the higher the success.’ He explained. ‘Say, we do manage to get out or perhaps just leave, like Klaus. Where would we go? Where would you? Hmm?’

‘I… I…’ You honestly don’t know.

‘Exactly. That’s why we team up and once we’re out of here. We stick together for a while till we get back on our feet and figure out what we want then go our separate ways.’

You nod, digesting his words. It seems like a solid plan with ample flexibility before deciding on what to do with your life after. But….

‘Okay…..’

‘Okay!’

‘…On one condition. It would not only you and me. We’ll try to get to convince the others to come along too.’

‘What?! y/n no, that’s too many people on the plan-‘

‘More brainpower, higher the success. Your words Diego. Not mine.’ You retaliated. ‘Besides, we can’t just leave everyone here. It’s miserable here. They’re family Diego.’

‘Fine we’ll tell Luther and Allison.’

‘Everyone, Diego.’ You stared him down. ‘And that includes Vanya. No buts.’

‘Ugh.Fine.’ He points a finger towards your face. ‘We tell Luther, Allison AND Vanya. But I swear y/n if anyone of them rats us out or backs out of the plan. We leave them behind. No pity if they choose to stay in this shithole of a house. They are old enough to make their own decision and to face the consequences.’ He leans back to the bed’s headboard. ‘That’s my final offer. Deal?’

‘Deal.’ You interlock your fingers, sealing the pinky promise.

It was easy to get Vanya on board, as she was the child that received the crappiest treatment from dad. Allison was hesitant at first but after convincing her the real world had so much more to give compared to that of the imaginary perfect bubble she created for herself here in the academy with the use of her power, she was on board.

Luther that ever loyal ‘leader’ of the academy would never dare cross dad, the idea wouldn’t have even crossed his mind. Diego had failed to make him see reason and so have you. Luther only came around to be a part of the escape because Allison had agreed to it.

It took almost 6 months. The time has come. You all had saved up enough money to rent a loft apartment downtown and pooled enough to last at least 3 months on your own.

At 1:00 am.  All the remaining 5 Hargreeves are to ready with their backpacks to sneak out in groups, boys and girls, and meet at the rendezvous point, Giddy’s Doughnuts. There, a van would be available for them to drive to the apartment.

The boys were to go first, as to let Diego deactivate the security features of the house while Luther stands guard.

It was only supposed to take 15 minutes tops, it was 20 minutes past now. Something was wrong.

Deciding as a team to check up on the boys, you, Allison and Vanya head down to the foyer.

Upon arrival, you see Luther with his hands covering Diego’s face, Diego who seem limp as a log.

‘Luther what’s going on?’ Allison’s voice rang out beside you.

‘I’m sorry….’ He looks down unto the unconscious Diego in his arms. ‘I just… I just couldn’t.’

‘Number Eight! How could you! How could all of you! Three! Seven!’

The room seemed to turn colder by the sound of the voice. You turn and see Sir Reginald Hargreeves.

‘Dad…’

‘YOU ARE ALL A DISGRACE.’ Reginald spitted.

‘But dad!’ Luther pleaded. ‘I was the one who informed you about their plan!’

‘ENOUGH! NO MORE OF THIS FOOLISHNESS, BACK TO BED---’

‘That’s right NO MORE dad!’ Shouted Allison. She glances at dad then at Luther. A frown etched her face as she commanded. ‘I heard a rumor that you couldn’t move your legs.’

The effect was immediate. The lower half of Reginald and Luther stayed still as a rock while they tried their best to break free. But alas, Allison had the upper hand. ‘I heard a rumor you let us go freely.’ At once, both men calmed down.

And to add insult to injury. Allison focused on Reginald and rumoured ‘And you would leave Diego Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Vanya Hargreeves, Y/n Hargreeves and Allison Hargreeves alone.’

Luther’s betrayal felt like a stab in the back.

Moving on and creating a new life from the ground up for oneself was hard but having your siblings with you had definitely made it easier.

It took a while to get the hang of things, being 4 young adults with nothing. You missed Mom and Pogo, but you knew that they, like Luther would stick with Dad.

Vanya was the first to take up stack, she provided the finance to pay rent and groceries with the salary she would get from her violin performances at the local theatre. Soon Allison would also chip in from the money she received from her acting gigs.

Diego showed interest into joining the police academy while you wanted to get away from the lifestyle as much as possible, opted to move across the country and pursue tertiary education-because that was what normal 18-year-old do right? For once you want to be ordinary and what better way than experience what student life is all about.

Though there is one teensy detail that was hindering your application. You were home-schooled by your robot mom. There weren’t report cards or grades that any university would accept. Even if there were, you wouldn’t want to go back to that dreadful house.

 Both not wanting to lose your newfound passion, you and Diego had an enormous favour to ask.

‘NO not a chance!’ Allison crossed her arms.  ‘It’s unethical!’

‘Yes we know-‘ you replied.

‘But it’s the only way.’ Diego reasoned. ‘It’s not fair for y/n and I to not be able to follow our dreams and to finally FINALLY move on with our lives, Ally. While you and Vanya get to live out yours.’

You nodded along. ‘We ask you just this one thing and we’re out of your hair.’

Allison looked between you two as if to decided whether it would be worth it. ‘Fine, just this once.’  She sighs. ’And this doesn’t get out kapeesh?’ pointing her finger.

‘kapeesh.’

~

‘I’m gonna miss you so much!’ Vanya admitted.

You pulled both your sisters into a hug. ‘I’m miss you gals more!’

Allison wipes her tears away. ‘Don’t forget us okay? Remember we’re only a text away.’

‘Tell Diego that I’m gonna miss kicking his butt when he come back from his officer training, ye?’

~

Over the years you hadn’t lost touch with your family. It’s been a while since you’ve all together physically, but you do video chat every once and a while and you have a general tab on each of your siblings. Vanya is currently the 3rd chair violin at her orchestra, Diego had channelled his inner batman and believe to be a vigilante keeping the streets and public safe.

As for Klaus, Diego had told you that he hasn’t managed to keep off his ~happy place~ and had seen him in and out of nightclubs.

Allison….Well who wouldn’t know about what she’s up to. A-list celebrity with numerous critically acclaimed movies to her name, one half of Hollywood’s hottest couple and amazing role model for mothers. Ahh Claire that sweet angel, who says that you’re her favourite aunt, that smile of hers melts your heart.

The last you’ve seen of Luther is when his journey to the moon has been televised a couple of years ago. There’s been no news since.

 The rattling of the gate brings you back to the present.

‘AH yes, Miss.y/n. He has been expecting you.’

‘Pogo!’ You exclaimed, wrapping him in a hug.

‘So I’m not to late then? Where’s mom?’

‘Grace is with Sir Reginald, my dear.’ Pogo leads you up the stairs.

Looking around, everything is as pristine as usual. ‘I see that nothing’s change’ You noted.

‘Yes, well I was asked to keep it as it always was.’

He opens the door to Reginald’s quarters. There on the bed was dad, looking sickly pale but still alive unlike to what you had seen in your vision.

Beside him wiping away the sweat on his forehead was mom. ‘Oh, my dear y/n I’m glad you could join us.’ She says as if years hadn’t gone by without your presence.

You reach the foot of the bed. ‘Dad…’ you begin.

But Reginald cuts you off. ‘Number Eight. Glad to see that logical and curious side of yours overrides that irrational emotive side.’ His voice weak yet still holds its signature condescending tone. ‘It is your disposition to the voice of reason and mysteries of the unknown that led you here, despite your supposed hatred towards me-‘

‘There’s no grey area, I do hate you.’

He waved his hand to dismiss your interruption.

‘As I was saying, it is of this reason- your control over the impulsiveness that is apparent to all of your siblings who lack control- is why you are my favourite.’

You scoffed.

‘It is true, my dear y/n.’

‘Oh please. You only see me as a “valuable asset”. Remember?’

Reginald nods. ‘I do, but I believe the exact words were “You would do great things Number Eight. To see into the future is a valuable asset to have indeed”. Thus, implying that your ability is the asset not you.’

‘Sure, just rub it in don’t you.’ Rolling your eyes.

‘I hope that you do too remember that also in my own words that you were and still are “the cleverest of the bunch”.’

‘So why am I here, you’re clearly not dead.’ You looked at him again.  You’ve never seen your dad so fragile ever. ‘….yet. So there must be something to do with that. Perhaps find your killer?’

On the bedside table, you took note of the cup of tea and medication. Your brain is in super speed, running through ideas on what could have cause him to be so sickly.

‘It could be your meds…..’ You look up. ‘Mom who else has access to Dad’s medication?’

‘Just us dear, Pogo and I.’

‘Number Eight there is no killer. I am dying because of old age, it is quite normal for-‘

‘NO No but the mortality rate is 350 years for the species of—’

‘Ah!’ Reginald’s face showed of surprise which slowly turned into cunningest. ‘so, you know then’ He chuckled.

‘Yes.’

‘Since when?’ He asked genuinely curious.

‘When we first showed signs of powers, some of your notes were written in a language I did not recognised.’ You recalled. ‘So, I did some digging, it took a while but when I found about the secret safe under this very bed and what it contained. Everything became clearer.’

‘Very good. Y/n. Nobody knew about the safe expect myself.’ He looked over at Pogo. ‘Did you know of it?’

‘No, Sir.’ Pogo admitted. ‘Not until now.’

‘Very well indeed. You knew all this time, yet you didn’t say anything. Why?’

‘Because it didn’t matter.’ You shrugged. ‘The only thing that matter in this household was our powers.’

‘Did the others-‘

‘No, they didn’t know. I hadn’t told a soul. It is not my secret to share.’

‘And soon it will be yours.’

‘What?’

‘Number Eight, it is without a doubt my time here is limited. Perhaps as little as an hour.’

Never had you seen someone talk about their death like this. You shiver at the thought.

‘By the fact that you are here now and had seen a vision of me dead means that the block I had place on you to prevent you peering into events regarding me is failing. Failing as my health is.’

You want to be angry. How dare he supress your power. But you stand still as a rock by his confession. ‘why?’ A soft whisper was all you could muster. ‘why?’

‘Because I had to keep my real identity a secret. To prevent you from exposing me.’ He coughed. ‘But turns out, you hadn’t need to use your powers to know that, as what you’ve told me.’ He looked at you with watering eyes. ‘You found that all on your own, yet you did not disclose anything.’ He reached out for your hand to which you accept. ‘For which I am delighted that at least I can say that I have one child, a daughter to be proud of.’

A daughter to be proud of.

You would like to think that you are strong and independent. And those are true. But that small child that all that wanted was to experience a parent’s love and affection. That emotional support of that small child which you thought you had successfully tucked away came clawing its way back to the surface.

‘y/n’ You had almost missed it, wiping away your tears, you leaned closer.

‘Listen carefully….’ Your dad’s chest was barely moving. It was a struggle for him to get the following words out. ‘The end is near, get the others ……and save…..the…..tttiiiimmm’

You never head what came next. Sir Reginald Hargreeves is dead.

Under the setting sun, Reginald looked at peace.

~

A half moon shines brightly above the house. It had been 3 days and 7 Hours since it happened.

Exhaustion is starting to catch up with you but there is still so much to do.

News channels had broadcasted the breaking news of your father’s death.

You had personally called your siblings to deliver the news, they are to arrive tomorrow for the funeral at noon.  

Luther who had been expecting to relay dad his daily report status on the space radio, cussed at you in anger-those were the first words you heard in 12 years- calmed down and said that he will be there in 3 days, in time for the funeral.

‘Sweetie, I brought you some tea.’

‘Thanks mom.’ You take a sip. ‘Hey mom did you think you’re gonna be alright now that you know…. That dad is gone?’

She runs her fingers to your hair. ‘I’m gonna be fine dear, I am stronger than you know.’

You smile at her. You just can’t help but to think what’s gonna happen to her now that your dad is gone. Pushing that thought away-like she said, I am stronger than you know.

 ‘Now, why don’t we get you to bed.’ She cuts you off before you can say a word. ‘Uh uh. You have done so much already. You need rest especially with the funeral in 9 hours. Pogo and I can handle the remaining task.’

‘Thanks again mom.’

She tucks you into bed. ‘Good night y/n/n. Sweet Dreams.’ She kisses the top of your head. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too mom.’ As she leaves your room, you realised that you didn’t want to be alone. ‘Mom…’ You called out, almost childlike.

‘Yes dear.’ Grace makes her way back in.

‘Well you stay with me? Sing to me until I fall asleep?’

‘Ofcourse dear.’ She smiles, pulling up a chair beside your bed.

The lull of your mother’s voice sends you to sleep with the memories of the childhood before power. When everything was simple. When there was love in this household.

~

You awoke to sounds of screams and flashes of blue light. You hurry to your window, it shows the courtyard, a ball of blue chaos small black figures.

You pull on your jacket and ran downstairs, the clock in the foyer shows 11:37am. Crap you overslept! But that means…..that the figures you saw were your siblings. There are early….that’s new.

You arrived in the courtyard just as you see Klaus throws a fire extinguisher at the blue light.

‘What are you doing?!’ Shouted Luther.

‘What is that gonna do?’ Allison questioned.

‘I don’t know!!’ Klaus turned around ‘Do you have a better idea?—Oh hey y/n! Nice to see you!’ He ran over and gave you a tight hug. ‘What a family reunion ehh?’

Before you could reply, the ball of blue gave out a crackle of electricity.

‘Everyone get behind me!’ Luther pushes in front of everyone.

‘Yeah! Get behind us.’ Diego chimed in, pushing Vanya closer to you.

Vanya ignores Diego, trying to get a better look herself. ‘It looks like something is coming through!’

The ball of light exploded, the sudden burst of energy was blinding that you had to cover your eyes.

Then nothing, total darkness.

THUD. You heard Vanya scream.

‘Argh!’

The blue chaos had expelled something….someone.

Luther was the first to speak. ‘Who’s there?’

‘Show yourself!’ said Diego.

As a collective group, you walked towards the mystery person.

Your eyes go wide with shock. No it can’t be, it’s impossible. You must be seeing things.

‘Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?’ wondered Klaus.

Klaus looked around and saw that everyone showed that same face of disbelief. Pleased to know that it wasn’t the drugs, he snickered. ‘Now THIS! THIS IS WHAT I CALL A FAMILY REUNION.’

Little Five who didn’t seem to have aged a day since you last saw him,

It’s been years but seeing him looking like he did back when you last saw him, you recall the last words he had shouted at you.

‘get out of the way y/n! i don’t want to see your face anymore.’

Five looks down at himself drowned in tattered oversize clothes, wining. ‘SHIT!’

Something is wrong, something is very wrong and you know it.

No way was this all a coincidence for your father to warn you about some impending doom and have Five to reappear 17 years later. It must be related somehow…What’s next you thought……For Ben to come back to life too?

END OF PART 2

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