#painted skellington bones on him

[octoooo]

Splatoween is upon us 👻💀🧟

Guess what team I chose

Also uhhhh

(Yuki: I’ve always wondered what it’s like to be full of bones)

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay-adjacent Visuals: Jack's Lament

Can you feel me practically vibrating out of my skin???

On one hand, I'm a little sad because this is the last video I'll probably be making a post about for a while (though by the time you see this, Geoff might have uploaded a new video that I can actually talk about the visuals for (EDIT from future me: he did!), and if so, you'll be seeing a post for that one tomorrow), but on the other hand, this is my third (though in no particular order/ranking) favourite Geoff video on his channel so far, and I am so excited to finally be able to make a post for it!

Geoff's cover of Jack's Lament debuted on the 8th of October, 2023, though I didn't see it pop up in my YouTube recommended until the 29th (if you remember from my Hellfire post, I wasn't initially subscribed to Geoff or Voiceplay, and both channels somehow ended up dropping off my radar for a while. Jack's Lament was the first from either channel that I had seen in at least a year, and as soon as I saw that thumbnail, I knew it was going to be amazing, but oh my GOD it was even better (and with me stumbling upon Hellfire the very next day, well let's just say I was pulled even deeper down the Geoff/Voiceplay rabbithole than I had been the first time around 😅).

Anyway, I'm not sure if I'll hit image limit on this one, or how much actual commentary I may have, but regardless, let's freaking go!

One hell of an opening shot, not gonna lie. Geoff's very-skeletal-looking hands playing the piano (in a beautiful way, might I add), immediately sets a very spooky/eerie vibe!

And this is one hell of an establishing shot! I mean goddamn there is a lot to take in here! Though one thing I will point out (that I actually only just noticed myself ^^;) is the Haunted Mansion headstone on the left, memorialising Madame Leota!

(Also shoutout to Pattycake Production Studios where this was filmed!)

I of course have to give a MASSIVE shoutout and kudos to Rick Underwood for the makeup job in this one, like holy christ he really outdid himself here! (and I can't thank him enough)

Ngl, if I don't come up with any other ideas between now and October, then I kinda wanna dress as "Jack Skellington Geoff" (Geoff Caskellington? 🤔), makeup and all (or just attempt the face makeup at least)

And seriously take a look at his hands! If it weren't for the super-high-definition closeup of his hands on the piano at the start, you'd be forgiven for thinking those are just really well-fitting gloves, but nope! An amazing airbrush job from Mr Underwood!

Also, if you look at his neck and chest in both this image and the previous one, you'll notice that he's got airbrushing going on there too, highlighting (or more accurately, shading) his ribs and other bones!

Finally, on the subject of the body paint job, if you've been paying attention to some of my other Geoff posts (and some of my Voiceplay posts), you might notice what's missing...

No necklace, and no rings! Had to remove them for costume/makeup/character purposes, rip. Must have felt a bit weird without them, but all that paint must have felt weird too, so maybe the weird feelings cancelled each other out? 😅

(His acting in this is of course 10/10 👌)

This video is one that I do actually know involved Geoff deliberately colouring his hair to make it grey, and it still looks as lovely as ever!

(Also this picture is a better one to check out the airbrushed detailing on his chest! (if you're gonna leave a couple of shirt buttons undone and your chest exposed, might as well take advantage of it! 😁))

The "moon" in this video is apparently just some big spotlight with a moon cover on it or something? Apparently you can fairly easily find them online or something, and you can in fact see the pole it's attached to underneath in this image here, but you likely wouldn't notice the pole if you weren't looking for it, and the usage of the moon is 100% perfect! (I've seen/heard one or two people wishing the moon was yellow like in the movie, but eh, it probably wouldn't have fitted the overall colour scheme of the video as much)

I had to include the "jumpscare" of course I had to! 😁

Also I can't get any good screencaps of it, but the way Geoff shifts from sombre on "a longing that I've never known," to more theatric/dramatic on "I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light" is so good, and the acting/choreography is absolute chefs kiss

"Bonjour!"

(For those of you not familiar with the original, the line "and I'm know throughout England and France" is part of the original song, but the "bonjour!" bit is not 😆)

A Geoff head not connected to the body! It's happened again! 😂

Also it's cool the way Geoff is quickly jumping/flashing from one point to another, reminds me of his Headless Horseman video

"No animal, nor man, can SCREAM like I can!"

What can I say, it's a very cool effect! Really ups the "oomph" factor of the little belt moment!

Tiny pumpkins/jack-o-lanterns in his eyes!!

"But who here, would ever understand..."

(I'm not even at half the maximum image limit yet, so I'm 100% just throwing in an extra screencap (or two) just because 😁)

Geoff pats the side of his leg to call for Zero the ghost dog, just in in the scene in the movie! (Also shoutout to Kathy, who I believe helped with puppeteering for this bit?)

"...that the pumpkin king, with the skeleton grin,"

(Freaking obsessed with this video, I tell ya!)

"The fame and praise, come year after year, does nothing for these empty tears"

This is the last shot before we see the gramophone logo (a very gorgeous shot btw), but there's a little bit of a bonus bit for those who stick around for the Patron credits!!

It starts to snow! Like at the end of the movie! It's a sign of hope and good things to come! <3

The original song is good for the movie, sure, but Geoff's cover feels like it has so much more depth (in more ways than one!) and emotion! And his vocal range is ugh god absolutely stunning and mindblowing! I cannot get enough, can never get enough!

But anyway, I hope you've been enjoying my Voiceplay/Voiceplay-adjacent posts! If there are any videos I've skipped over that you actually would like me to make a post on, please let me know! (And don't worry, I am planning to do all the 2017-onwards Christmas videos for both channels eventually - maybe as a Christmas In July thing?) I'm typing this on the 22nd of February, and if Voiceplay uploads a video in March that I wanna make a post on (nope), well you reading this will have already seen that post, and if Geoff uploads something in March that I wanna talk about (he did), then you'll see that post tomorrow (you will!). But otherwise, thanks for reading!

[orleans-jester]

Lunchtime Conversations {Figaro, Agnes and Munro HC}

Munro, Agnes and Figaro tended to sit together at Halloweentown High. They had other acquaintances that they probably could have sat with, but didn’t know enough about them to engage in conversation. So the small table it was. It was mac and cheese day, and Figaro was carefully trying to get a noodle on each prong of her fork. Munro had eaten his in five minutes flat and was poking at the bowl with the fork. Agnes didn’t feel much like eating but was picking at what she had. She was still tense from the arguments with her family.

“What is it with girls and the Laveaus?” Munro asked, breaking the silence, He nudged at Agnes’s foot under the table, clearly teasing her. Those pictures had caused a bit of a stir among the students of both schools. “I’m a bit insulted that I wasn’t bad enough to keep being your boytoy.”

“River’s an alright dude,” Fig said, and hissed with satisfaction as she got the macaroni perfectly on her fork. “But y’all are really focusing on the wrong Laveau.”

“Okay,” Agnes said, interested now. Figaro never really showed a like or dislike for people, except for her closest friends. But never boys. “So who is the right Laveau?”

“Flotsam. The OG Papi,” Figaro said, finally biting into her food and then went back to trying to get the macaroni on her fork perfectly. “Seriously. He’s one of the coolest people. Hella good at karaoke. Great dancer. I love Summer but he’s the best slumber party bud I’ve ever had.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Munro said, dropping his fork onto the tray. “You had a slumber party with Flotsam Laveau? Like ... Chip and River’s dad? Dude - that’s sketch.”

“Nah, it’s not like he came for us,” Figaro argued. “He’s best friends with Summer’s dad or something. And he crashed our slumber party, sang a few songs, I painted his nails and then he passed out in the spare bedroom. It was a lot of fun though. I took some videos.”

Agnes stayed a bit quiet, thinking about Flotsam Laveau. Going through a divorce, house always empty, with only Chip defending it from the zombies. But that wasn’t any of Munro’s or Figaro’s business, so she didn’t say anything about that. Only laughed as the videos were shown of Figaro, Summer and Flotsam dancing around to some song that sounded familiar but she couldn’t remember the name of.

“Speaking of party, how’s your hand?” Munro asked, looking over at Fig with a grin. “Sure you didn’t cut your knuckles off of those sharp cheek bones?”

“What happened?” Agnes asked, finally taking note of some of the light bruising that was around Figaro’s knuckles. It wasn’t bad, just a dark pink color. Nothing to be concerned about but there had obviously been some sort of altercation. “Wait, did you get in a fist fight at the party? You?”

“Yeah, me, what are you saying?” Figaro asked, getting defensive. She was finished playing with her food, which she had been doing more than eating it, and started to actually put it on her fork like a normal person. Less fun, but also less time consuming. “You think that I wouldn’t punch someone in the face?”

“Not just someone,” Munro sang.

“Who?” Agnes asked.

“Your brother,” Figaro shrugged. “I mean, you gotta know that he’s a real douche-canoe sometimes. And he deserved it.”

“Oh God - did he hit on you?”

“Fuck no, he wasn’t desperate enough for that,” Figaro said, and continued before Agnes could try to refute that and try to say something nice about her. “Did you know that it was him that started that whole Killer Queen B-S? He called Summer that again. Not sure that she heard but man, what an ass.”

“No, I didn’t know. You did the right thing then,” Agnes said with a nod.

“Surprised it wasn’t the boyfriend that did it,” Munro added in. “Or that she would even get upset over it anymore. Delta and the tall guy go jumping off a tower and everyone’s forgotten that River actually killed people.”

“He had a name, Frank Skellington,” Agnes said, glaring at the boy. “And it was more than just some suicide story. They were more than just the suicide kids. I’ve heard a lot about Delta, and she wasn’t who you guys think that she was.”

“Besides,” Fig cut in. “You didn’t see the way that Summer was when all of that shit was going down. People were calling her names, vandalizing her house. I met her just before all of this was happening and people were even warning me off in front of her. Humans, they’re the worst kind of people.”

“They’re the only kind of people.” Munro said, but nodded, agreeing with Fig. “I got the feeling River didn’t like me much.”

“You tried to tell Summer what to do, you rude ass hoe,” Fig said, calmly, finishing her meal then picked at her teeth with her fingernails. “Course he isn’t going to like you. Right in front of him too.”

“You’re bold.” Agnes said, not sure if that was a good thing or not.

“Yeah, well, we all know she’s not much of a drinker,” Munro said, looking for back up. Fig just looked down at her tray and Agnes drank her apple juice. “Damn, I didn’t know I’d end up being friends with Laveau groupies.”

“Hey,” Agnes protested. “We’re definitely not groupies. Not like you, always going to the principal’s office to oogle the Headmistress.”

“Why would she put her tits out there if she didn’t want people to look?”

Agnes and Fig connected eyes, then in unison, rolled them. “Alright, I’m out, I’ve got track and I’ve got to start my stretching.”

“Is it wise to run after just eating?” Agnes asked.

“Are you going to barf?” Munro looked hopeful.

“Nah, I got it all out of my system when I saw your face this morning,” Figaro said, flicking Munro’s forehead. “See you later.”

“Later,” Agnes and Munro both said. A silence grew across the table, as they avoided eye contact with one another, unsure at what to say.

“You alright? Your dad was being a pretty big asshat.” Munro finally asked. There had been that tension around Agnes since she had come back to school. And knowing that he had overheard some of the conversation had brought that tension into their friendship.

“Yeah,” Agnes said with a nod. “I just ..  have to be a good girl for a little while. Then it’ll blow over.”

“But you are a good girl,” He asked, confused. “Just being yourself. What more could he want from you?”

“Ask him yourself, I don’t have the answers. I’m going to go too. I’ve got a test coming up.”

“Yeah, sure,” Munro said. She left without a goodbye and he watched her go, eyebrows furrowed, arms crossed. He had his own tensions that he held in his arms and shoulders, feeling like they were going to stiffen up and get sore at any time. Things didn’t feel right with anyone right now. Summer hadn’t returned his text when he asked her if she wanted to meet up this week. The party had changed a lot of things, for a lot of people.

[jakey-beefed-it]

The new ossiarch bonereapers are pretty cool! I won’t be getting any as my own death army (such as it is) is more spooky g-g-g-ghosts instead of spooky scary skellingtons, but they are unique and cool and I really like the whole ‘bone golem’/construct thing they got goin’ on. Not just animated skeletons, whole ass accumulated and shaped bone constructs! 

All of them look pretty cool tbh but the one that I am probably going to buy just to paint him up and have him on a shelf is this dude

Look at that guy! He’s got style, he’s got class, he’s got pizazz. What a look. This guy is the coolest Lich on the block. He’s even cooler than Nagash, albeit much smaller and less powerful. 

Shit, if I played Necrons this guy would immediately become my new custom Overlord. Toss a few tech bits- maybe the metal cape? -on him and you’re good to go. He’s so much more stylish than the other options! 

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #399

Top Ten Skeletons

It’s Halloween! Wooooooo! Spooky noises! Pretend cobwebs! Too many sweets! Bwahahahaha!

Anyway, now that’s out of the way, on with the list. Dead simple this weekend. Basically, coz it’s Halloween next week, I wanted to do something vaguely ghoulish. And what could be more ghoulish than a skeleton? It’s like a skinnier version of you without all the juices or wobbly bits.

Are skeletons scary? I guess if you saw one ambulating its way towards you then yes, yes they are. But they don’t quite hit the gory heights of zombies, ghosts, or demons when it comes to putting the willies up people (also, technically, none of them even have willies). You can cover them with blood, pus, and bits of rotten flesh, but the more you do then the blurrier the line becomes between zombie and skeleton. It’s for this reason that I’ve excluded the likes of the Cryptkeeper, or Iron Maiden’s Eddie; for me, they’re both too raggedy of skin to be classed as a straight-up skellington.

I take this stuff very seriously.

So, what we have here is a list of ten bone-bags, minus any soppy organs (okay, technically, a few of them appear to have eyes). They run the gamut from sublime to ridiculous, from scary to, well, children’s preschool picture books. They are my favourite set of stiffs, out and about without their wet bits.

Enjoy – if you dare!

Jack Skellington (The Nightmare Before Christmas, 1993): I mean, come on; if we’re talking about skeletons at Halloween we have to talk about the Pumpkin King. He’s literally royalty. Delightfully skinny and bony, he’s a tortured, poetic soul who loves to bring joy and also make you wee yourself a bit. Has a ghost dog. Can take off his head to recite Shakespearean quotation. And marks a disturbing trend of skeletons with faces that look, well, like a normal head with a skull painted on.

Big Skeleton, Little Skeleton, and Dog Skeleton (Funnybones, Janet & Allan Ahlberg, 1980): cheating a bit by including three characters – and already we’re onto our second dead dog mention – but these two dudes and their hound (are they father and son? Brothers? Lovers?) know how to party. They live (or, well – anyway…) to scare, and if they can’t find anyone down a dark, dark street or some dark, dark stairs, they’ll just straight up scare each other. No messing.

Manuel Calavera (Grim Fandango, 1998): our second dubious skull-face, but at least Manny has the excuse that he’s all Día de Muertos-ed up. A wonderfully multifaceted character – part hero, part patsy, sometime Grim Reaper – in a delightfully art deco vision of the afterlife, he’s a joy to inhabit and spend some time with.

Skeleton (SuperTed, 1982): I’m not sure if Skeleton was a fixture in the original SuperTed books, but regardless, he just couldn’t be the same without Melvyn Hayes’ voice work (apologies to the original Welsh actor). Partly it’s the delightfully bonkers premise that appeals – for some reason this teddy bear has, for his villains, a literal cowboy, a fat explorer, and, well, the campest skeleton in all of fiction – but, regardless, Skeleton (for that is he) is a delight, from his shiny round head to his bright pink slippers.

The Children of the Hydra’s Teeth (Jason and the Argonauts, 1963): long before dinosaurs broke from their paddocks, spaceships blew up the White House, or Marvel decided to cast middle-aged men as twenty-year-olds, the most impressive special effect was Ray Harryhausen’s sublime, wonderful, joyous depiction of an army of skeletons rising from the ground to fight real-life human actors. A simply stunning feat of stop-motion, the skeletons imbued with exquisite characterisation, and the choreography just spot-on. Really quite creepy when you’re a kid, too.

Murray the Invincible Demonic Skull (The Curse of Money Island, 1997): our second LucasArts adventure game character, and another one that I guess is technically a cheat. Because Murray is literally just a skull. Does that count as a skeleton? Well it’s certainly a bit of a skeleton, so I’m allowing it. Because Murray is very funny: one part vengeful demonic undead pirate, one part grumpy doorstop. You can pick him up and carry him about! He talks to you! He’s so cool.

Archie the Skeleton (Scotch commercials, 1980s): This is the way it’s going to be, with Scotch’s lifetime guarantee… he’s a well-to-do skeleton with a collar and tie (and slippers again, if I remember rightly) who just wants to tell you about how long Scotch VHS tapes will last. A staple of ‘80s adverts, with a nice design and voice, and it was always good fun to watch stop-motion animation during an ad break. Re-record not fade away, re-record not fade away…

T-800 (The Terminator, 1984): whilst we all obviously think of the Terminator as Arnold Schwarzenegger, I’m raising a glass here to what’s on the inside. The moment when that mechanical endoskeleton emerges from the burning truck, striding through the fire, is simply terrifying, revealing for the first time the inhuman monstrosity that pursues our heroes. It’s vaguely human-shaped in its orientation, but also unquestionably mechanical, with servos and pistons and its glowing red eyes. All capped off, creepily enough, with human teeth. It’s a movie monster, and despite being made of metal, it still counts as a skeleton, so there.

Héctor Rivera (Coco, 2017): one of those characters who starts out like a scoundrel but reveals a heart of gold, Héctor is a great Pixar creation, lovingly brought to vocal life by Gael García Bernal, which is ironic coz he’s dead. Comic relief, guide to a strange new world, best friend-slash-big brother to main character Miguel, Héctor reveals tragic hidden depths as his backstory is uncovered, becoming a hero and inspiring one of the biggest tear-jerking moments in Pixar history (which, let’s face it, is really saying something).

Bones (Quake III Arena, 1999): sometimes in this list I’ve picked characters who generate a real emotional connection, like Manny or Héctor. Sometimes I’ve picked ones who cast visceral, terrifying imagery, like the Terminator or the Hydra’s Teeth. But sometimes you just want to look at a skeleton running round with a bloody big rocket launcher, leaping through the air and shooting dudes in the face. Bones was always a great character to see in Quake III because, well, he’s just a skeleton. Nowt fancy about him. I don’t remember his backstory, such as it was. I don’t remember if there was any tactical advantage to playing as him, if his hit box was smaller or anything. He’s just, well, a skeleton. Running around. Shooting people. And sometimes that’s all you want.

So. That’s it. Oh yeah – no Skeletor. That should be obvious; he’s not a skeleton. He’s got a skull face, but the rest of his body is totally ripped (and blue, natch). He’s just some dude who is alive but who’s got a skull for a face. I mean, yeah, sure, that’s pretty badass, but he’s most clearly not a skeleton.

Also: Death. I had Death on the list for a long time, but really the fact that he’s more of a metaphysical concept than a character dissuaded me (I’ve not read enough Discworld to specifically call out that iteration, for instance). But, for what it’s worth, as simple imagery goes, I do love a skeletal Grim Reaper, especially if he’s allowed some kind of characterisation that runs counter to his appearance.

Anyway, happy Halloween! Cue the music! “This is Halloween, this is Halloween…”

[magicallygrimmwiccan]

What Did You Do To My Eyes?

Summary: His Sides never ceased to amaze him with their more… inhuman characteristics. Still, Thomas thought as he glanced at the cuddle pile around him, he wouldn’t trade them for the world. Written for Inktober Day 8: Eyes.

Notes:  Inspired by this Tumblr post  with some changes. I didn’t really like Roman’s, so I changed it, but the other three are the same. Enjoy this one, guys! I swear to God that this one is almost pure fluff with only a dash of angst. Anyway, thanks for clicking on this, and on with the story!

Thomas truly wanted his Sides to feel comfortable being themselves at all times. Unfortunately, they still actively hid important parts of themselves from almost everyone, especially the Fanders and Thomas. Thomas had figured it out, though; Declan had offered one time to allow him to see through the shapeshifting, and Thomas had agreed, eager to find out what each Side was hiding from him.

It wasn’t anything too bad, which relieved Thomas to no end. Just a few cosmetic difference that Thomas personally found adorable, but he was fairly certain all of the Sides didn’t. For example, Logan’s hair, rather than having the little wave that Thomas’s did, was a fluffy, curly mess, and fangs filled their mouth. Patton’s freckles were slightly shaped like hearts, and Virgil’s eyes reflected light like a cat’s along with having fangs and claws. Roman was the only… normal human-looking one, but even his features were just a tad too sharp to be “normal.” What Thomas loved most about all of them, however, were the differences in their eyes.

Logan’s dark blue eyes seemed to hold all the stars in the sky, and Thomas personally thought that they fit them perfectly. It took Thomas at least a week, but he finally figured out something else about Logan’s eyes. If you watched them super closely, you could find out how much Logan had slept. The darker they were, the closer Logan was to collapsing from utter exhaustion. Thomas couldn’t even count on his hands anymore how many times Logan had collapsed because they’d forgotten to sleep for three nights in a row. Virgil constantly had to dive to catch them the second their eyes went dark, blank blue. Honestly, Thomas was grateful for Logan’s eye quirk, even though he hated the fact that it meant that Logan had overworked themselves yet again.

Virgil’s eyes, once Thomas figured out exactly how they functioned, made Thomas almost leap for joy when he saw their quirk in action.  He first saw it when Virgil and Roman got involved in yet another argument over Disney movies. Thomas didn’t even remember what exactly they were fighting about, but in the middle of the argument, Virgil’s violet eyes just started to glow. Thomas’s mouth fell open in shock, and he let out a little squeak. Virgil’s glowing gaze snapped over to him, and his eyes suddenly dulled back to normal as horror overtook his face.

“Virgil, it’s okay, I was just startled, calm down, I’m fine, you’re fine, everything is fine,” Thomas quickly babbled, dashing forward to wrap Virgil into a tight hug. Virgil melted into the hug as Thomas continued to whisper reassurances to the anxious Side while Roman looked on awkwardly. After a few minute of standing there hugging, Virgil finally calmed down, offered Thomas a small thank you, and sunk out, leaving Thomas alone with Roman, whose eyes were now a pale blue.

“Um, Roman? What happened to your eyes?” Thomas asked, pointing at Roman’s face. Roman blinked, confused, before realizing what exactly Thomas was talking about.

“Oh. They change colours based on my dominant emotion at the moment,” Roman explained, wrapping his arms around in torso like a cat curling in on itself in defense. Thomas sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering what he had ever done to his Sides to make them wary of talking to him.

“So, what? Blue is… sad?” Thomas asked, immediately regretting his tone the second Roman’s face settled into an impassive mask. “Ro, I’m not mad, I was just wondering.”

“Yeah, blue is sad,” Roman muttered, uncrossing his arms slightly. Thomas sighed and opened his arms to offer a hug, and Roman quickly dove into his arms and clung to him.

Later Thomas would find out that Virgil’s eyes lit up with any strong emotion, not just anger. Thomas and Patton then proceeded to shower Virgil with compliments until Virgil’s violet eyes glowed brighter than his red cheeks. At that moment, Thomas realized that he loved Virgil’s little eye quirk. It was adorable.

Patton’s eye quirk fit him so well, and Thomas was ashamed with himself that it took him so long to notice. Patton’s eyes, when he was happier than usual, changed their pupils. Specifically, to a heart shape. Logan was freaked out by it, Roman found it cool, and Virgil thought it was adorably fitting. Thomas, while freaked out at first, agreed with Virgil on this one. The heart eyes just… suited Patton, and the eyes made him look even more adorable than usual. Thomas told Patton that one night, and the resulting squeal, heart eyes, and bone-crushing hug made both Patton’s day and Thomas’s day with only a few words.

So yeah, Thomas found all of his Sides’s little inhuman quirks to honestly fit them extremely well, and some of them he even considered adorable to boot. He loved them all, and he loved that, over time, they were all starting to open up to him a little more. This especially became evident one night when they were cuddling on the couch watching Disney movies. The Black Cauldron was playing, as it was Virgil’s turn to pick the movie in the line-up, yet Thomas was the only one who was still awake. He glanced over to the side, grinning sappily at what he saw.

Logan seemed to be the one the others had all piled onto, as Patton was sprawled across their lap while Roman and Virgil took up one shoulder each. Their large NASA sweater that Roman had knit them absolutely swamped their skinny frame and apparently made for a nice pillow, as neither Roman nor Virgil seemed to have any complaints. Virgil, to his credit, had remembered to take his binder off before the movie, and his chest was well-hidden in his large Jack Skellington sweater that Logan had procured for him for his last birthday. He was now cuddled into Logan’s side, his violet eyes not shining under his eyelids, but still content nonetheless. Roman’s eyes, at least the last time Thomas could see them, had been a bright sunny yellow of pure joy. His wavy hair was falling into his face and moving up and down with every breath he took. Thomas thought it was adorable to see his normally perfectly-put-together prince like this: messy and sleepy and cuddling with the rest of the family. Then there was Patton, who had had heart eyes the entire night because Virgil and Roman, for once, had not started fighting the second movie night was suggested. He was now sprawled across Logan’s lap, the wrist with the he/him pronoun bracelet resting on the floor as he slept, content with the world. Thomas giggled a little and snapped a picture, mostly just to look at later to cheer himself up if he needed it.

Logan’s eyes, for once, had been a bright blue, no hint of exhaustion in their depths. Now, though, their jaw hung slightly open, giving Thomas the opportunity to catch a glimpse of Logan’s fangs. Virgil’s fangs were currently all tucked away inside his mouth, but his claws, painted in shades of purple and black, were on full display. Both he and Logan looked kind of like little kittens right now. It was adorable. His Sides never ceased to amaze him with their more… inhuman characteristics. Still, Thomas thought as he glanced at the cuddle pile around him, he wouldn’t trade them for the world. With that finally sappy thought, Thomas pulled Logan closer into his side, squishing Virgil between them, and closed his eyes, surrendering to the dark pull of sleep surrounded by the warmth of his family.   

Notes: Thanks for reading! I’ll see you guys tomorrow!

[thelovers-thedreamers-and-me]

so, fuck squad recap! i’m gonna put a quote from me at the end of the night at the beginning because yikes, shit is getting real.

“discourse and discord, that’s what i call d&d!”

Rhonia: “Fuck squid! The cake says fuck squid!” “You guys are never having a undersea adventure.”

Saida: “Creepy.” Sergei: “LISTEN HERE MS. TODD HOWARD” “Mrs. Todd Howard is the goal, I think.” Saida: “That man is the reason faces were invented.”

not to publicly kinkshame my players but hell here we are

yoni has been in the woods communing with desna and trying to start taming the shadow drake

Yoni: “This is Talon. I wanted to name him either Alfonzo or Taco but he didn’t like either.” “NO HE DIDN’T FOR SOME REASON”

Rhonia: “Fucking skeletons is illegal, owning them isn’t.” Maddela: “Is there a difference?!”

“Does anyone want to make a will save to disbelieve Zack’s pants?”

Yoni: “My channel energy means I can kill undead things so I don’t know if I like these skeletons.” “Oh, so now you care about being a cleric!”

Saida: “When they said yes were you holding their skull and making the jaw move?”

there was a whole big thing on the ethics of reanimating skeletons and using them as servants that never really got resolved

“Oh, finally, the fuck squad gets a moral compass.”

[discussing skeletons being withdrawn from human corpses] “They didn’t melt, it’s like, have you ever taken off a coat and thrown it on the floor behind you?” Sergei: “THAT’S NOT BETTER”

they temporarily stop discussing whether rhonia’s new skeleton army is moral in order to go to fantasy pawn stars to sell some stuff they stole from the haunted house

while selling the junk, both Rhonia and Saida rolled nat 20s for diplomacy checks

little did we know that unexpected natural 20s would be a theme of the night

Yoni: “Pleasure doing business with you, sir. Do I have to roll bluff?”

Sergei also got a horse figurine and Rhonia got shortswords for her skellingtons at the fantasy pawn stars- they ended up actually paying fantasy rick harrison twice for it

Yoni, on a blanket for Talon: “Can it have gold in it? It doesn’t need to have a ton. Also I’m rich.”

Rhonia: “Listen, everyone has skeletons, they’re perfectly natural!” Sergei: “Not when they’re walking around with all their skin off because they sloughed it off on the floor of the morgue!”

Rhonia: “They can’t be slaves if they never had free will.”

Sergei: “Liches cant be pets.” “Maybe certain liches are if they have very specific tastes.”

so down to the matter at hand- namely, going up north to where Scrom lives so Saida can visit! jasper finds them a travelling merchant friend of his named lachenta, and she agrees to take them up there for a small fee

Sergei: “Why are all of us going on Saida’s booty call?” Saida: “Never split the party?”

“Can we hook the skeletons up to the cart?”

Maddela: “Can we assume we’re in a world where the equator is to the south of us?” “blank stare” Saida: “Shut up, fake fantasy farmer’s almanac”

Saida: “He’s a shadow drake, he breathes shade” “Haaahhhhhhh, Saida this coat doesn’t go with those pants, you look like shit”

Yoni: “Never split the party! That’s why I’m in the air vents”

“She pulls up with two horses.” Sergei “Are they alive?”

Sergei rolls to make friends with the horses and does a phenomenal job

Saida: “Are we there yet?” “You’re not in the wagon yet.”

before he leaves, sergei gives reaper his harde and narder notebook, and takes Rhonia’s so they can stay in touch

yoni and saida, meanwhile, have been using their notebooks to just draw a bunch of dicks

Reaper uses the notebook to send Sergei a drawing of his own dick

“If you set the notebook on fire that’d be tinder”

Sergei “Is your pet super evil?” Yoni: “Uhhhhhhh, we’re working on that?”

Sergei: “Saida’s our problematic fave.” “Fave is a big word.”

“Roll animal handling to teach ethics to the drake”

on the last night of their journey, they’re sitting around a campfire with lachenta, telling stories, when a few people notice the sound of footfalls in the nearby brush, and a couple more notice a musty, almost metallic odor filling the air

sergei: WHO FARTED

they find themselves surrounded by orcs with glowing white eyes that, in the darkness, appear to have weird fleshy lumps on them. as they move into the firelight, it becomes apparent that those are mushrooms growing on them

Saida: “Rhonia, is this spread sexually?” Sergei: “How would Rhonia know?”

Saida: “Sergei started yelling about farts.” Sergei: “That was largely out of character.”

“I’m gonna say that sense motive is gonna have a heavy penalty because they’re just glowing pricks of light. Sergei: “Heh. Pricks.”

rhonia sets up a defensive line of skeletons, and they begin the battle. lachenta runs out to help, misses the orc she was fighting twice, and the orc rolls 2 goddamn natural 20s in a row and kills her. SO UH THERE GOES THAT BIT OF THE PLOT I HAD PLANNED

“Oh, I’m Rhonia, they’re half-orcs, half snack, I love that!” Sergei: “Aren’t all orcs half snack or is that just if you’re Saida?”

as they kill some of the orcs, some people have to roll fort saves.

maddela: “I.... rolled a 7.” “You feel fiiiine. No, really. Fiiiiiiine.”

speaking of saves, on one of the last orcs they have left to fight, maddela rolls a crit, which means i get to pull out something i’ve had in my pocket for a while. you see, in the haunted house, maddela got a dope new sword. and it turns out that the fuck squad is not great at perception checks that tell you that a sword is haunted, so up until maddela rolled a crit which triggered a similar effect to the song of discord spell, they had no idea

it was a pretty dope sword tho

so maddela and rhonia both attack the nearest people. rhonia goes after sergei, and maddela goes after yoni

and maddela rolls another crit, knocking yoni out and triggering another song of discord, and rhonia and sergei fail their saves

the orcs are now entirely off the table as the party attacks each other

“yelling what the fuck is a free action!”

saida rolls to non-lethal punch rhonia with the gauntlet of far-seeing since she saw rhonia attack sergei

Saida gets a crit on that, and uses the memory power to see Rhonia sitting in a large stadium tent, eating a candy apple, watching the circus, her mom lifting a ton of crazy shit, including pashmina, so that’s nice

rhonia then boneshakers saida, doing a ton of damage, and sergei kills another of rhonia’s skeletons

meanwhile, since she is no longer under the effects of the spell, Maddela heals Yoni and yoni immediately stabs her.

“I’m trying a new thing with gming where I make you face actual challenges!”

Yoni: “Maddela, I’m never gonna heal you.” “Oh, that’ll be a change.” “Hey, I almost know how it works now!”

Saida: “I don’t know about me, I got a bone to pick with Rhonia.” Sergei: Heh. Bone.”

saida: “If Scrom’s infected I swear to Christ I’m not dating any more.” Sergei: “Yeah, don’t fuck him if he’s got mushrooms on his dick.”

Sergei: “At least those horses are already my friends.”

Saida: “This is like that time we had to burn down that house with the guy in it.” “Had to is a pretty big word.” “I ROLLED REALLY BAD”

so the session ends with everyone mistrusting everyone else, the first new npc i made for this arc just completely fucking dead, and now i’ve gotta rewrite some shit because jesus christ

[shojo]

I JUST SAW COCO AND I CONTAIN ALL THE FEELS.

Here are my feels, all under the cut because **SPOILERS**, in no particular order or rhythm, it’s just my opinions about the whole movie. 

- I  LOVE  IT  SO  MUCH  AH  DIOS  MIO

- I felt like a twinge of home sickness from all the Spanish culture and it was nice to hear the phrases and sounds from my past co-workers

- I just really wanna paint my face like a sugar skull really REALLY badly. 

- Did I mention I loved this movie yet?

- IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL. THE FRIGGIN ANIMATION OF THE WATER OF THE GLASSES THE SKIN THE BONES THE EVERYTHING I LOVED IT SO MUCH

- The whole movie I was like, omg, this soundtrack is amazing and then the credits role and the Lopez names pop up and I’m just like GDI THAT EXPLAINS EVERYTHING. 

- ALSO THEY FUCKING PULLED A HANS ON US AND I CAN’T TELL IF I LIKE IT OR NOT TO BE HONEST. LIKE WHAT A COMPLETE DICK. 

- ALSO HOW DID YOU POISON HECTOR? THERE WAS NOTHING ON THE TABLE. YOU JUST POURED A DRINK. DONDE ESTA LA POISON, ERNESTO? DONDE ESTA??

- ALSO WHAT A COMPLETE DICK. 

- And I kinda hate villains that you don’t have at least a very small amount of sympathy for. Yeah, they’re villains but they’re still people. I still want to be able to see it from their twisted perspective. Like what if Ernesto also had a family that he left just like Hector? Hector wanted to go back but Ernesto truly wanted to sacrifice everything for his music career/fame. We would see him make that choice, see where he would have made that decision and *then* hate him for it. But nope, he’s just an asshat. Why? Because asshat. 

- Miguel is a precious angel and must be protected at all costs. Ditto for Dante. 

- DID I MENTION THE BEAUTIFUL ANIMATION YET???????

- I cried a bunch. Fuck you, Pixar. I love you. 

- I need Hector to join that group of lovable skeletons on Tumblr with Jack Skellington and Manolo and the gang posthaste.

- Speaking of Manolo, it’s impossible to not compare this film to The Book of Life and I love both films equally. I can see a little inspiration here and there but they are independent from each other. The only obvious similarity is the whole thing about the guitar and the ‘no music’ plot but like both those things are pretty much staples of Mexican culture so, eh, I don’t know where I stand. Also I’m not Mexican so it’s not for me to say. (But I adore Manolo with all my <3)

- Why haven’t I downloaded the soundtrack yet IT’S AMAZING. TU A POCO LOCO. 

- DID I TALK ABOUT THE ANIMATION OF THE PETEL BRIDE AND THE COLORS AND THE DETAILS ON THE SKULLS AND MIGUEL’S GUITAR PLAYING AND JUST UGH IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL I COULD CRY. AGAIN. 

- I want a plushie of Dante asap. 

- Final thoughts: this movie was beautiful in message and design and I very much want to pay money to see it again. 

[denbroughbill]

kaspbrough dressing up as scooby and shaggy (inspired by me and and my best friend dressing up as that when i was 6 years old)

shit this was way longer than i thought it was going to be. but here it is !!the days leading up to halloween, each member of the losers clubs decided how they would celebrate together. bill’s plan was routine - he invited all of them to come over and carve pumpkins with georgie. the younger denbrough judges them afterwards and gives the winner a hand drawn picture as grand prize. richie has an impressive collection of crayola portraits from georgie, the most recent thanks to his jack skellington jack-o-lantern. he decided he was tired of kicking his friend’s asses every year, and wanted to make things interesting, kick it up a notch.

“a haunted house?” beverly asked, hugging herself for warmth. richie also got to pick out his friends costumes this year, too. beverly and ben were everyone’s favorite modern stone age couple, wilma and fred flintstone. beverly managed to thrift a few good finds and sew together some bed sheets, but the hilariously over sized set of fake pearls she was wearing were starting to annoy her, and they haven’t even been in line for that long.“why did you two get to wear costumes with pants?” ben asked, adjusting his neck tie. beverly nodded in agreement, and the bone tied in her hair bobbled as she did so.richie sighed, tossing the wrapper from a candy bar he just finished a side. “are you two going to complain the whole time? i could go without wearing pants, it’s not even that cold. i just wanted to be cuffed to officer hanlon all night,” he nuzzled against mike’s neck, the hand cuffs making it a little awkward to cuddle together.“what about stan?” ben asked, gesturing to him.richie shrugged, head still rested on mike’s shoulder. “i didn’t know what to make him, so i let him wear his baseball uniform.”the costume was an easy one - from the baseball cap down to the cleats, and stan was grateful, as he wasn’t a fan of the colder weather. “thanks, rich.” he tipped his bat in his direction.“well, we won’t have to stand out here long. we’re just waiting for bill and eddie,” mike assured beverly and ben. and he was right, the couple arriving soon after he said that.bill was wearing a simple green shirt, and brown corduroy pants. eddie trailing behind reluctantly, wore a similar teal collar and a head band he seemed to crafted himself, brown construction paper flaps as ears.“is there a reason i had to be the dog, asshole?” he asked once they arrived to the group, he chose to ignore the snickering coming from beverly and ben.“because no one else could wear it like you, eds,” richie grinned, reaching forward to pinch his friend’s cheek. he used the handcuffed hand, so mike’s hand followed. “plus you can jump into lover boy’s arms here if you get to scared,” he gestured to bill.“now!” richie began, clapping his hands together. “onward, champs,” he accompanied the sentence with one of his worse accents known to man.the haunted house the group visited was a locally known one in derry, maine that’s been opened for decades. the scare routine has stayed the same and the actors are tired or literally dead, no excitement when they jump out or scream at the guests. mike and richie leaded the group, walking ahead of everyone as they laughed as the failed attempts of the actors. stan was close behind, beverly and ben trailing, hand in hand. the only scared one, seemed to be bill denbrough.eddie thought it was sort of cute. he glanced up as bill as he ducked under fake cob webs and didn’t mind when bill jumped back at scares from actors jumping out at the two. “are you alright?” eddie asked, and just him speaking up seemed to scare bill.bill laughed in relief, but still held his chest. “i-i-i think rich picked great c-c-costumes for us,” he said after catching his breath.eddie rolled his eyes, walking ahead of bill to guide him into the hidden doorway of the next room. the two were far behind the others, but eddie could see them through the foggy room. “why’s that?” he asked, holding bill’s wrist.“buh-b-because i’m real scared.” he admitted, and they both laughed. “you s-s-s-should’ve been scrappy instead,” bill said, removing his arm from eddie’s grip to place it around the boy’s shoulder.“oh yeah?” eddie asked, looking up at him. the two moved at a even slower pace, but they’ve all been through this attraction before and knew there were no hidden surprises now. “why’s that?”bill leaned down just a tad, like he did to walk through doorways covered in fake cob webs, and pressed a kiss right against eddie’s temple. it made his heart beat faster, like bill’s when the toilet paper wrapped mummy jumped out in front of them earlier. “small and b-b-brave,” bill grinned.eddie grinned, standing on his tip toes just enough to place a kiss on bill’s jaw. the room the two were in was dimmly light and had fake tomb stones and gargoyles, no where near romantic. if the two walked any slower, an actor with a bad face paint job would have to break character and ask them to move to the next room. “come on,” eddie said. he began walking backwards, taking both of bill’s hands into his. “let’s get out of here.”

[nightmarebeforewyatt-archiv-blog]

{kryptonite} || earthquake pt.2

warnings: blood, injury

~thank you to jade and mikyla for letting manipulate sasha and cinder~

The floor felt like ice underneath him and Wyatt reached for his throbbing head before even opening his eyes. His hair was caked with dried blood, meaning the wound had scabbed over, or so he thought. The pain was incredibly sharp and it took Wyatt a minute to remember why it was there in the first place. Once the first memory of the quake came to him, the rest flooded back quickly. His eyes flew open, chest heaving as he shot up from the floor, sitting with his legs in front of him. “Sasha! Where’s Sasha?!” The way his back ached as he sat up suggested that Wyatt had been laying there unconscious for a few hours, but at this moment nothing else mattered. He tried to get up, but Wyatt was hit by a wave of dizziness. He steadied himself even though his hand was burning from the ice like floor. “Sasha! Has anyone seen Sasha?” His voice cracked, not used to projecting this loud. Suddenly, a warmth spread through his fingers, and he glanced down to see where it came from. His eyes met a small hand wearing red nail polish covering his own. “Sash...” The name escaped his lips with so much longing. “Hey Skeleton Boy. I’m here.” Instead of looking up at her, he leaned into her touch until his head was in her lap. Wyatt couldn’t bare to look at her after what he did to her, so he just rested his head, eyes closed as she ran her fingers through his hair. Everything about her was warm, and despite the pain in his head, Wyatt felt at ease. “Are you okay? How are you feeling?” Right now, in this particular moment, Wyatt felt perfectly fine— in fact, he didn’t want to move, ever, but he answered Sasha honestly. “I’m in a little pain, but I’m alright. How’s everyone else, your friends?” Wyatt’s eyes shot open again, and for the first time he saw Sasha’s face and the aftermath of the quake. All Wyatt wanted to do was look away, away from the bruises covering her arms, away from the cuts on her face. He reached up and cupped her face in his hands, lightly tracing over one of the scratches. I did this to her. I hurt her. The realization ate at Wyatt and he had to look away, he had to get away from her, he couldn’t bare to see her like this. Jerking his hand back, Wyatt turned away from her. Sasha’s body tensed at the loss of Wyatt’s touch. Filled with self-hatred, Wyatt stood up again. “Wyatt! You have to lay down, you need rest.” He heard Sasha’s words, but he was determined to get up, he was determined to get away from her, from the damage he had caused. “I’m fine.” She reached out for him once he was up, ignoring the wave of nausea that churned in his stomach. “Just...leave me alone!” Before Sasha could protest, Wyatt walked away, taking a look at his immediate surroundings. Everything around them was destroyed, peopled were lined up at the edges, wounds being tended to by students. There was no cops, no doctors — only students, and it confused Wyatt. As he looked towards the entrance, it was clear to Wyatt why no one else was here — they were trapped. After a few more steps, blackness clouded Wyatt’s vision and he fell to the ground once more, Sasha screaming his name the last thing he heard. 

The room was dark except for the small glow coming from the television in Wyatt’s dorm. The scent of popcorn was overwhelming and Wyatt was twisting the cap on his water bottle on and off. Carrie was playing, a movie Wyatt had never seen and Sasha had brought over so they could watch it. Bones was laying comfortably between them, snoring light, “Isn’t it great? Tell me it’s not great?” Sasha had been asking every ten minutes or so and Wyatt always had the same reply. “It hasn’t finished yet, so I can’t fully appreciate it yet.” At the response, she would throw a few pieces of popcorn in his direction. Most of the time they would land on Bones and he would wake up long enough to eat them before laying his head back in Sasha’s lap. 

Waking up groggy for the second time, Wyatt winced at the pain in his head. “Sasha, he’s awake.” The voice was extremely familiar and he would recognize it anywhere. “Cinder...don’t. I can’t see her right now.” The words were almost inaudible coming from his mouth, but his long time friend understood them. Wyatt kept his eyes closed. “Sorry. False alarm.” Cinder called out in the opposite direction. “You know you’re going to have to face her eventually. You saved her life.” Saved her? From the ceiling, yes, but from me, no. “I may have saved her from the debris, but I still pushed her into to danger. I still hurt her. I hurt everyone.” Cinder had been through this before. “Skellington, you are so melodramatic.” It was a common phrase for Cinder to say when she was around Wyatt. Because he tended to overthink things, Cinder was always there to pull him away from his thoughts with a sarcastic comment. Wyatt smirked at his long time friend. “Well melodramatic is my middle name according to you. How are you by the way? Are you hurt?” He cracked an eye open, assessing the damages, but it turned out to be nothing more than a few cuts a bruises. Even though he and Cinder didn’t always see eye to eye or hang out as much, especially since they got to WDA, he was concerned about her and if this taught him anything, he wouldn’t avoid his friend anymore. “I’m alright, but I’m more concerned about you. You look like hell, Skellington.” Wyatt shrugged his shoulders as much as he could with still being laid out on the floor, trying to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, but the comment did worry him a bit. He’d had his fair share of injuries, but none of them were bad because he didn’t really have a lot of things to break. He was a rag doll, things that would normally be serious for others were minor injuries for Wyatt. This was the exact mindset he had when he pushed Sasha out of the way; he figured anything that happened to him wouldn’t be as bad as what could’ve happened to her. “So how long do I have to cover for you this time?” It wasn’t an odd question for Cinder to ask; she did have a track record of taking the blame for their old shenanigans in Halloweentown, their failed attempts at messing with Oogie Boogie, but in this context, and her tone of voice, made the question strange.  “I’m not sure, I just can’t look at Sasha right now...I can’t look at the dried blood on her face and the blackness painting her arms. Why do you ask?” Cinder chuckled. “You’re girlfriend is walking over.” Wyatt’s eyes flew open and he sat up looking around to see where Sasha was coming from. “She’s not my-” Wyatt started but Cinder had already gotten up off the floor, ready to leave Wyatt and Sasha alone. “Help me up.” It was more of a demand and against Cinder’s better judgement, she reached out and pulled him to his feet. The second Sasha reached the spot where they were standing Cinder took it as her cue to leave, but Wyatt reached out and lightly grabbed her arm. His eyes pleaded for her to stay and so she did. 

They talked for a bit, wondering when the rescue team would arrive, before Wyatt began to feel dizzy for a third time, so he excused himself to go get water. Sasha tried to protest, but Wyatt just shook his head and tired to convince them he was capable of walking. “He can be pretty stubborn sometimes. Best to just let him be.” Cinder stated trying to reassure Sasha. As Wyatt poured himself some water he heard voice on the other side of the blocked entrance. Wondering if he was just hearing things, Wyatt shook his head, trying to fight the newest wave of nausea. Taking a sip of water, Wyatt turned on his heels to make his way back over to the girls, but a large crash followed by a low rumble caught his attention. Everyone in the ballroom turned towards the entrance just in time to see the recuse team break through the debris. Whatever they had done to break through sent a few small pieces of the collapsed columns his way. “Wyatt look out!” Something hit him in the head, sending a new kind of pain that ran from his head to his spine. His hand, now completely out of his control, released the cup of water sending it plummeting to the ground, Wyatt following shortly after. 

“What’s going on? What’s wrong with him? Please help him. Please somebody!” Sasha was screaming, tears running down her face. “Ms. De Vil, we are doing everything we can.” She knew they were, but she felt like it wasn’t enough.“I don’t understand. I heard one of the doctors say ‘coma’. Is it true?” The doctors had safely strapped Wyatt’s seemingly lifeless body to the gurney and were now putting him into the ambulance. The doctor that had spoken to her before, now wouldn’t make eye contact with her. “Is it?” Her voice cracked with fear. “Why won’t you answer me? Why won’t anyone tell me what’s going on?” Cinder was still standing by frozen in her spot as she watched her friend being placed in an ambulance. “Wyatt? Wyatt can you hear me?” 

Everything was cold, and there was a metallic taste in the air. He wasn’t sure how he got here, but one thing was for sure — Wyatt was strapped to Dr. Finkelstein’s table. A very quiet voice called out his name and he couldn’t quite make out who it was. He tried to struggle and call out for Sasha, but nothing was working. He had no control over his body; it was like he was trapped in his mind. 

“Someone please remove Ms. De Vil from the scene. We need to transport Mr. Skellington to the hospital.” Sasha was reaching for Wyatt, completely distraught at the lack of information she was getting. Cinder came and pulled her back, politely shushing her. “Cinder, please. Let me go. I have to go with him. What if something happens? He can’t leave me. I have to go!” Sasha tried to escape her grasp, but Cinder was stronger than she looked. “Sasha, calm down. I’ll drive you to the hospital. We will follow the ambulance. Just please relax.” Finally calming down, Sasha nodded in Cinder’s direction. “Where’s your car?” 

[thethirstynoona]

Nightmare before Christmas

Your cousin’s annual ‘Nightmare Before Christmas’ party.  Wonho had been the only family you had living in Seattle with you the first year you had moved there, so when you both were too poor to fly back home, he had decided to throw an illustrious costume party on Christmas Eve for all the lonely souls of the city.  Five years later – the party had become notorious, bragging a guest list of 5,000 people – not including the dates of the people invited.  Entry was strictly invite-only, however there were austere requirements for invitees to even enter.

Category: Smut/Threesome/Cum-Play/Alcohol-Driven Word Count: 3,928 Group/Members: Monsta X / Hyungwon & Changkyun A/N: Originally day 23 of the Advent Calendar...

Wonho had sent you the invitation; rolling your eyes, you opened it and read: Congratulations, Y/N! You have been selected to be an official guest to the 5th Annual Nightmare Before Christmas!

When: 12/24/16  10:00 pm – 4:00 am Where: 3003 W Casino Rd, Mukilteo, WA 98275 Who: Y/N +5 optional guests Cost: $500 per guest VIP Approved

Please review the Official Rules on the reverse side of this invitation.  RSVP should include: Costume Choice, Number of Guests Attending (along with their costume choices), and Date of Payment

Official Rules of the “Nightmare Before Christmas” annual bash

1.      Payment and RSVP are required by December 10th – no exceptions. You may NOT give your invite to another if you cannot afford/decline.  TBH you’re probably not going to be considered for next year’s guest list if you decline and/or cannot pay.  Payments may be made through PayPal, Venmo, or by Cash/Check.

2.     Immaculate Costume Store-bought costumes will be turned away at the door – we will know if you bought it at Party City.  Truly unique costumes will be placed to a contest and the winner will receive free entry to all future Nightmare Before Christmas parties.

3.     Costumes may NOT be Repeated from Last Year You are welcome to repeat a costume if you were in attendance two years ago, but if you attended last year’s festivities, you are required to have a different costume.

4.     RSVP with Costume Choice If your costume is a duplicate, you are required to participate in the various costume contests – winners of the contests are guaranteed free entry on next year’s Nightmare Before Christmas

5.     Guest/Date Allowed per Invite Directions If your invite doesn’t specify a +1, it means we really don’t like the people you hang out with, so consider yourself lucky that we even invited you.  Your additional friends are welcome to line up outside in the “For Consideration” line – entry for uninvited guests is not guaranteed.

6.    Mandatory Share on Social Media Pictures, Videos, Snaps, Live Broadcasts, and the like are accepted and welcome.  Follow us @nitemarexmas_seattle before posting, and use the tag #nitemarexmas in every post. If you don’t have social media – we didn’t invite you

7.     JACK SKELLINGTON IS OFF LIMITS AS A COSTUME CHOICE The Pumpkin King is always the costume choice of your host, Mr. Shin Hoseok aka Wonho.  Anyone attempting to attend with something resembling this character will be banned from any future Nightmare Before Christmas – don’t try it – we will make your life a living hell.

8.    Use UberBlack All drivers for UberBlack are reserved for invited guests – your ticket covered the cost of your ride to and from the space.

9.    VIP Section The VIP section is reserved for VIP Approved guests only.  If your invitation does not specify VIP on it, it means you haven’t earned your place to be considered “very important”.

God, he was so pretentious. Looking at your invite, you remembered the first year someone showed up as Jack – the guy’s costume was insanely better than Wonho’s, and since that night he had banned the costume as an option. It was funny mainly because Wonho had originally wanted to be Dr. Frankenfurter from The Rocky Horror Picture Show, but had torn the fishnets he was going to wear the night of, changing his costume back to what he was the year prior.  You chuckled at the memory as you Venmoed your cousin the funds with a mockery text that read: “I still need to pay after all I’ve done? Well, then I’m going to dress up as a better Pumpkin King than you :P”

Ticket prices had drastically inflated after the first year; the money was used to pay off the small loan Wonho would usually borrow from the bank to get the party going.  He rented out a hangar from Boeing, having the whole place decked out in Tim Burton style, complete with neon black lights to give a clubby appeal.  Traditional Christmas food items with Halloween flair were positioned in a remake of Halloween Town, the memorable fountain spewing the best jungle juice. Last year Wonho had managed to book Afrojack, but this year he was keeping the DJ a secret.

This was the second year you would attend this party alone.  The first time was in 2012, when you and Wonho first threw the party – but at the time you had Wonho, so it didn’t feel as lonely.  2016 overall was a shitty year – probably the most ups and downs you had had with your boyfriend, so all you wanted to do was get shitfaced and have a grand time.  As the black Audi pulled up to the hangar, the imposing bass permeating through the iron walls had already begun to deafen you.  Walking up the grey carpet, you were granted access immediately and handed a Pumpkin King shot upon entry.  You tossed it back and readied yourself for the best night of the year.

Jack Frost and Ghostrider assaulted you the moment you entered the VIP section.  You began to push them off until you noticed the familiar face of Hyungwon, wearing a white wig with a fitted cerulean hoodie decorated in sparkly ice patterns, and holding his curved staff.  Seeing his face meant that the leather-clad man in the skull mask could only have been Changkyun – they were Wonho’s best mates in Seattle.

“Y/N, you look….sexy,” Changkyun loudly praised through the music, pulling the skull mask off his face to admire your scantily clad attire.  Since you had decided for a change of hair color – turning it a bright crimson – the costume you had decided upon was Jessica Rabbit.  Decked out in the iconic outfit of the foxy vixen, both guys had a hard time keeping their eyes off of you.

“Thanks, Changkyun,” you haphazardly replied, your mind focused on finding your cousin to tell him how amazing the decorations turned out.  Hyungwon noticed your feeble attempt, tapped you on the shoulder, and pointed above the DJ booth to Wonho’s throne.  His costume infallible, he was donning the iconic pinstriped suit and bat bowtie, conveniently replacing the white undershirt with paint, causing the ensemble to conceitedly exaggerate his exposed chest.  He noticed you instantly, and instead of getting up from his careless posture, he waved a bone-painted hand and shook the stuffed Zero doll in the other, baring a toothy grin in your direction.

“He was so excited that he actually booked Tiesto that he said he’s not leaving the DJ booth at all,” Hyungwon said, handing you two shots from the line of glasses he had just placed on the railing.  The vibrant blue hue indicated they were the infamous Frostbite shots you vaguely remembered from the Frozen movie release party – delicious, but deadly after having a few thanks to the duplicitous tequila.

“To the end of 2016?” he suggested, cocking his head and waiting for your acquiescence.

“Fuck yes.  I’m so over this year.  Cheers!” you agreed, clinking your glass to his.  Toasting in celebration, you and Hyungwon linked arms and downed the first shot.  The sweet mint-chocolaty flavor went down smooth.  Reaching for the second round, you felt the bellicose fingertips of Hyungwon at the small of your back.  He looked at you with that flawless face of his, tilting his head to the side and biting his luscious lips.

Was it the way the icy white hair contrasted his milky skin or was Hyungwon always this attractive? You knew what would happen if you let him advance, and with the way the year went down, what was the harm in having one last bit of fun?  You decided to give it a chance – it’s not like you wanted anything serious anyway.

“What shall we cheers to on this one?” he asked, taking a step towards you so the gap was nonexistent. His mystical eyes didn’t hide their gaze as they looked at your enamoring cleavage; Hyungwon licked his lips at the rise and fall of your expansive chest.  Feeling frisky, you stuck his shot glass in between your breasts and shimmied your shoulders at him.

“How about to your beautiful lips?” you coyly suggested, stroking the full pout with your thumb and eyeing him hungrily.  Hyungwon leaned into the supple skin next to his shot glass and pressed his lips against it in a soft kiss.  He looked up at you with those same unreadable eyes.

“How about instead we toast to this cute little freckle,” he replied, moving his eyes back to the miniscule brown spot below your collarbone.  His generous lips followed his eyes, returning to your delicate skin. This visit carried more aggression; Hyungwon sucked into your flesh, nibbling lightly and making his way up your neck till he reached your earlobe.   

“Well?  Should we toast to that, or do you have something better?” he whispered before gnawing on your tender lobe.  His tongue penetrated your interior, rendering you useless in his arms.  His hands roamed your body, one of them glued to the various sections of your spine and the other finding the high slit of your dress, snapping the black garter on your thigh.  Hyungwon returned his face to your breasts, using the talents of his plump mouth to paint violet stains on your skin, marking you as his.  Your panties were quickly becoming a dampened mess under the touch of Jack Frost.

“What are you two up to?  I leave for a few minutes and you’re practically fucking,” Changkyun teased as he walked up to you.  Hyungwon mouthed the shot glass and knocked his head back, releasing his grasp on you. Changkyun eyed your bruised flesh and chuckled to himself as he shook his head and grabbed one of the remaining shots, mirroring the actions of his elder friend.  He grimaced at the sugariness of the shot.

“Ugh, I remember these. Too sweet for my taste…” he trailed off, an idea popping into his head, “I’ll be right back – meet me in our section, it’s to the left over there.”

He ran off in the direction of the bar after pointing you in the direction of the private VIP section – something Wonho organized for only the elite of the elite guests.  The private room was decked out in proper themed attire.  Black lights were casted upon a painted wall representing the memorable graveyard, and grey pillows covered the matching floor cushion. Hyungwon placed his cane against the wall and hopped onto the padded section, placing his hands behind his head. The neon glow of his hair made you giggle before you swigged the last Frostbite shot.  About to join Hyungwon on the mattress, a pair of hands pressed into your hips, preventing your movement.  Changkyun was behind you, his devious hands exploring your body while Hyungwon watched.  

“Your beverages, sir,” a member of the wait staff queued before entering the lounge.  Changkyun didn’t move his hands from your body.

“Set them on the table there,” he ordered.  The waiter set down three small crystal decanters, the first filled with a rosy brown liquid, the second with a red liquid, and the last one with a pale tawny liquid.  He added three old fashioned glasses, a shaker, a spoon, and a bucket of ice. Upon his exit, the waiter closed the curtains hanging from the rafters above, giving the three of you some privacy. 

“So, Changkyun, what are we drinking?” Hyungwon asked, getting up from the mattress as he eyed the display.

“Well, I am Ghostrider, so I’m going to make us some real fireball shots,” he excitedly replied, freeing your body of his grasp to handle the drink situation.  He mixed the first two liquids in the shaker together in a 1:1 ratio, grabbing a handful of ice and adding it to the shaker.  Before he began the signature bartender movement, an evil grin plagued his face as he looked at you. 

“Care to mix it for us?” he deviously provoked, handing you the full shaker.  You rolled your eyes as you began to pump the mixer in the air, causing your ample bosoms to bounce generously; it was a good thing you had all but glued the top of the dress to your skin – it didn’t budge.  The resilience of the dress didn’t stop both gentlemen from ogling your goodies in the sensual act.

“Satisfied?” you said, your response dripping with sarcasm.

“Not yet,” he teased, taking the shaker back from your grasp. Changkyun poured three shots of the mixture, then grabbed the third decanter, using the spoon as a shield and layering the final ingredient on top of each shot.  He fumbled in the pocked of his leather jacket for a moment until he pulled out a silver zippo lighter.  Changkyun set aflame the top of each shot before handing one off to you and Hyungwon.

“Impressive,” Hyungwon mentioned before he held up the glass, “So, what are we going to toast to?”

Looking between the two, it was hard to take either of them seriously with the matching giddy looks on their faces.  Hooking up with Hyungwon was one thing, but sleeping with both of them – at the same time…you weren’t entirely sure if that was a feat you wanted to attempt.  Drinks still lit, you sighed in defeat and raised your glass.

“To a fun night with the two of you,” you muttered, trying your best to emphasize your lack of excitement.  Changkyun and Hyungwon smirked at each other and joined you, clinking the three glasses together before taking the fiery inhibitor. 

Wasting no time, Changkyun slammed the glass onto the petite table and returned his hands to your form. Hyungwon returned to his former position on the padded floor, waiting for the events to unfold.  Changkyun’s invasive hands tugged at the tight fabric, pulling it to reveal the soaked material that used to resemble your undergarments – now it simply looked like a wrung-up towel, desperately attempting to cover your sex.  He walked you to the edge of the bedding, where Hyungwon was eagerly waiting on his knees, his idle hands molding to your legs the moment you were within reach.

Trailing soft kisses up the creamy skin of your thighs, Hyungwon’s seductive lips found the hem of the textures clinging to your essence.  Kitten licks of his invasive tongue made you reach for his hair, but not before Changkyun’s grasp restrained your arms, leaving you to suffer the erotic touch of Hyungwon.  A gentle pull with his teeth on the drawers, and Hyungwon had successfully removed your panties, utilizing his hands to banish them completely from your bodice. He sat back and brought the sodden fabric to his face, inhaling the saccharine aroma of your musk.  Changkyun lifted his obstruction of your arms, pulling the dress up further and uncovering your navel.

“Touch yourself for Hyungwon, Y/N,” Changkyun purred into your ear, cupping your breasts with his firm grasp.  Removing a single glove, you walked your fingers down your torso, finding your slippery folds.  The single motion of your digits entering your center and pulsing back out brought Hyungwon back to his knees, ready to pounce at the first sign of your apex. You continued your ministrations and craned your neck to let Changkyun nibble at the sensitive spot where your neck meets your traps.

Changkyun’s hands like a bloodhound’s nose; they found the fold of fabric on your dress concealing the zipper. As if working in tandem with one another, Hyungwon’s hands stopped the workings of your delicate fingers at the same time.  His plump lips met your heated core while Changkyun tugged at your zipper till it was fully undone. 

You felt the cool fingers of Jack Frost pry apart your lips as his contrasting warm tongue teased your clit.  He lapped up your essence and slurped your nub, his elbows keeping your knees from coming together.  Your fingers found the ivory wig and abrasively pulled it off to fist his brunette locks.  Meanwhile, Ghostrider had been fumbling with the top half of your dress glued to your body. By the time his friend’s tongue had begun its onslaught of your sex, he had successfully removed the fabric adhesive and found a home on your ample mounds.  As he pushed the dress down your body, Hyungwon moved back onto the mattress and lay down, admiring the unveiling of your naked form.

Changkyun took control once you were down to a single glove, garter belt, and stilettos.  He jerked your body to face him and backed you onto the floor pad, pushing you down to your knees as your dribbling mess of a pussy hovered over Hyungwon’s face.  You felt him trace a finger along your juices and heard him taste them as he sucked on the finger.  Pinching lightly at the skin on your hips, Hyungwon pulled you down to a full-seated position on his face.  All you could think about were Hyungwon’s lips as he ate you out.  You began to ride his face, until Changkyun brought you back to the reality of the number of players in the room.

He grabbed your hands and latched them to his belt, and you followed his insinuated instructions rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it was on the floor and you were pulling at the leather material clinging to his crotch. His erection made it difficult to remove the tight clothing – it had already been skintight.  His massive cock sprung to life once freed from the pants, and you were quick to wrap your fingers around it – Changkyun was so thick your fingers didn’t even touch. 

“Fuck!” Changkyun exclaimed when your hand squeezed too tightly around his shaft.  Hyungwon had brought you to the cusp of your release, causing you to firmly grasp the only thing in your hand.  You quickly remedied his fluster with the soft touch of your tongue to his tip.  Moving to the base, you began tasting his shaft, slowly tracing your tongue along the underside back up to the tip, where you allowed his entrance into your mouth, sinking your lips back down to the base.  You bobbed your head in a methodical movement, until Hyungwon’s machinations proved too much for you to handle.  Your orgasm poured out of you; the shrill sounds of your moaning were muffled by the enormous length in your mouth and the verbose music provided by DJ Tiesto.

Changkyun grabbed the back of your head and began pumping into you, while Hyungwon grabbed your hips and rocked them back on forth on his mouth, flittering his tongue along the entirety of your smitten sex.  In one swift movement, Changkyun had spun you around, wasting no time in entering your wet folds with his colossal girth, barely allowing you time to adjust to his size. Hyungwon wiped his mouth and sat up, pulling down the loosely fitted trousers to reveal his hardened dick.  He pumped it a couple times and bit his lip as he looked from your fucked-out gaze to his member.

Hyungwon wasn’t as girthy as his younger friend, but what he lacked in the mass department he made up for in length.  Taking him into your mouth quickly led to obscene gagging noises as he thrust into you. Hyungwon fisted your hair as he pushed you into the sweet spot of hearing the noise, but not activating the reflex.  Changkyun was just as turned on by the sounds of your gurgling, gripping onto your ass tightly as he quickened his pace.  The young man didn’t realize his overstep in his change in stride – this caused you to gag profusely on Hyungwon’s lengthy cock, prompting him to shoot his dongsaeng a frustrated glare.  Changkyun pulled out of you, and Hyungwon turned you once again, only this time your core was hovering his length.  

He pulled you down onto him, a sigh of pleasure escaping your lips.  Hyungwon traced his fingertips along the tops of your thighs, running to your tummy until he wrapped his arms around your waist, catching his breath in your back as you adjusted to his size and he to your tight walls.  Changkyun stood stroking himself, watching the two of you.  He sauntered to you and began twisting your nipples, which were level with his radiating girth.

Changkyun positioned himself in between your breasts, and as you looked up at him, you pressed them together to wrap around his throbbing member.  Hyungwon moved his hands to your hips and began moving you up and down along his length, which caused your tits to move along Changkyun in tandem. Squeezing your soft pillows, your eyes never left Changkyun’s – his finger found your mouth, and you would only break eye contact to close them whilst teasing his finger with your needy tongue.

You felt a second high approaching.  Changkyun and Hyungwon were close, too – you could feel it when Changkyun’s fingers abdicated your mouth and moved to your hair; Hyungwon’s grasp on your hips had started digging into your flesh.  The feel of Hyungwon’s magnificent head raking the walls of your core became too much to endure; your orgasm had arrived, making an entrance louder than the music as your mewls penetrated the walls around you.  Changkyun had already begun jerking himself to cum onto your chest, the sticky liquid glowing in the black light against your skin.

Hyungwon wasn’t quite finished – upon the burst of his friend, he twisted you around to face him, laying you down, and began pummeling into your heat.  Once ready for his orgasm, he pulled out to cum onto your stomach, matching the lustrous marks of his friend.  He collapsed next to you, playing with the warm liquid on your body and feeding it to you as he stuck his laden finger into your mouth.  You readily accepted his offer and leaned towards him to feel his soft, plump lips against yours once more.  He caressed the sides of your face and kissed you gently. Changkyun had already dressed and began readying another round of shots when the host of the party entered without caution.

“Well, well,” Wonho started as he looked around the room, noticing the glittering spots of pleasure decorating the room.  He smirked and shook his head, a snarky grin growing on his face.  “I guess I’ll just leave the three of you alone.  Seems like you’re having a grand time – don’t worry about the costume contest.”  He turned to make his exit, but left with one last comment.

“Oh, and Y/N…Glad you’ve allowed yourself such a grand Christmas present, but remember who’s friends these are…and just how many days are left in this year.”

Once Wonho was gone, you realized the error in your actions – you had been treating this event like a New Year’s party, and the hungry look on both Hyungwon’s and Changkyun’s faces meant that there were seven more days of this heaven.  It was sure to be the silver lining to the shittiest year to date.