#spookie cookie sounds cool

[marshmallowwitharubberband]

It's that time of the year again, the time for the PSA that spooky foods tinted black with activated charcoal WILL RENDER MEDICATIONS USELESS. All of them.

Which should be obvious considering activated charcoal is regularly used to treat poisoning for that very same reason: it absorbs the poison and flushes it out of the body. Charcoal can't tell which substance is which, because it's not sentient, so consuming it will do the same to any foreign substance in you, including medication.

There was a time, –before avocado, hialuronic acid, and micellar everything– where activated charcoal was THE detox fad and every beauty product under the sun contained it for its cleansing and chemical-absorbing properties.

The whole shtick of activated charcoal is to absorb shit and flush it out.

So yeah, not great for people on any kind of medication.

[sugurouge]

— cupidity : luke x f!reader x kieran

summary: with the head of onychinus at their feet, only a fool would find fascination with his assistants. but something about their masks and little tricks keeps occupying your mind. what will it be? the cookies you come into the kitchen for, or the twins eager to find a much sweeter treat?

content warnings! food is part in the beginning, deceiving, manipulation, pet names (princess, pretty, little minx), female oral receiving, manhandling, non-established relationships yet they all are aware that reader belongs to sylus

wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: listen, sylus is a bit more lenient here.... let a girl dream! 🌝

inspired by this playlist on youtube

How did you manage to find residence in the care of Onychinus’ leader, surrounded by men that are all ten times more fascinating than the residents of Linkon? How was it possible to not only feel attracted to Sylus, but his assistants as well? How greedy can one person become, really? 

Both, Luke and Kieran, found a comfortable nest in your mind, as you wondered what lay beneath their crow masks, behind the devilish horns.

But weeks have passed without any improvements. They remain covered up, you remain unwilling to resonate with their boss. By now, you find yourself growing rather shy whenever the double trouble is near. You’re never sure if they even glance your way, yet your eyes remain fixed on anything but them, except for a few stolen glances. How could you not succumb? 

Their witty remarks towards their boss have you chuckling despite the circumstances. You would never admit this publicly, but all three men have become rather hospitable, much nicer than you ever imagined people of their ranks to be. There’s no harm done if your eyes happen to rake over their figures for a second or two.

Or so you think.

Only a fool would believe they haven't noticed your stares. Haven't teased their boss over your eyes glued to them instead of just him. So a bet has been made. Rather uncharacteristic for Sylus, the bet is about you. And if they manage to make you fall for their little trap, they are invited to enjoy a little entrée. 

You’ve been up late as of recently. Horror movie marathons during the spooky season are just your cup of tea, especially alongside those decatend sweets you have been stealing from the kitchen at night. So here you were, up way past your bedtime again, searching once more, for a sweet treat. You wander through the halls on your way to the kitchen, feeling secure that you won’t encounter a soul. Yet, as soon as you find the cookies from this afternoon, cool fingers cover your eyes. The sound of the treat hitting the tray echoes through the spacious room as a gasp escapes your lips.

“So, you’re the cookie monster.” Another finger trails down your spine, causing you to subconsciously stand straighter, bringing you a little closer to the lean torso behind you. “Been wondering who’s been stealing my late-night snacks.” A low, slightly raspy voice whispers beside your ear. You can feel his presence hovering above you, yet his full touch remains elusive. “I—I didn’t know anyone had dibs on leftover cookies…” you attempt to calmly excuse your so-called wrongdoings. “Well, I do. I’m a hungry guy, y’know?”

Instead of replying, your mind begins to piece together the idea that if he is here to grab a snack, he surely mustn’t be wearing his mask. Suddenly, the hand covering your eyes seems easy to grasp as you quickly turn your head to look into Kieran’s face. “Nuh-uh,” he’s too perceptive, as if he can read your thoughts just as well as Sylus. You find yourself caged between the counter and his body, which is now pressed closer to yours, successfully preventing any escape. His fingertips squish your cheeks, forcing you to stay still. “No stealing glances either, princess,” he sounds unbothered, quite unlike his skilled reactions to your little moves a moment ago. Kieran reaches for a cookie to finally indulge in the sweet taste. Between bites, he continues his little ramble. “Can’t unravel that secret over some cookies; we enjoy your attention too much. You look so adorable when you try to stare without being caught. Luke would never forgive me. You’re far too eager to know what we look like…”

“I don’t!” Your protest comes a heartbeat too quickly, too eager in its denial. It prompts another chuckle from Kieran, a sound that seems full of mockery. “You’ve got to get better at lying if you want to survive in the N109 zone. But boss probably told you that already.”

The feeling of defeat steals the bite from your words; at this point, you just want to retreat to your room. “Just eat your stupid cookies and leave,” you demand, making Kieran laugh once more. “Aww, don’t tell me you’re giving up that easily.” At that, he offers you a cookie as well. You can feel his gaze boring into your side profile; from the corner of your eye, you make out the sharp features of his face and fiery eyes. He’s far more tempting than that cookie. “Say please,” his demand is so sweet, so soft, it almost doesn’t sound like the same person.

The shivers running down Kieran’s spine are worth more than the treats before him. The way you make a simple word sound this good is nearly diabolical. “Please,” you manage to choke out, before your teeth graze over the inside of your lip. “See, I’m nice. I know how to share.” The little demon behind you muses.

You bite into it, nibbling on the snack with your eyes glued to the counter. “I’m actually really good at sharing things, y’know? Had to learn that since…”

Your sweet moment gets interrupted in an instant. Like Kieran summoned the other demon with the start of his sentence as a deeper, muffled voice now joins your conversation. “Your amazing big bro always made sure to give you a taste of his treats.” You would have even preferred to have Sylus join this scene rather than Luke, but tonight seems to hold no favours for you. 

“You know that I’m the nice brother. The caring one. Never keeping things for myself.” There’s a double meaning behind Luke’s words. You’re sure of it. Kieran can hear the whimper you try to suppress. He drinks in the defeated expression that spreads over your features. “If you wanted cookies, you could just get some yourself.” The younger twin quips back as the older brother draws closer to you both. Their grips exchange almost seamlessly.

Your focus shifts from the younger to the older twin. Suddenly, your head is being cradled by Luke’s hands, thumbs brushing your cheeks. “You’re not here for cookies,” you state, and the way you sound so proud has them both laugh again. “I’m not?” Luke challenges, his head tilting sideways to have the little jewellery dangle off his horn. His touch leads down along your jaw to rest on your throat and dance over your exposed collarbones. Your pulse quickens, doesn’t it?

 “But I’m here to grab something sweet as well.” In the next moment, Kieran covers your eyes once more. The sensory deprivation leaves you too aware of the sandwich they have created. You’re caged between the twins, back pressed into Kieran’s chest to leave you open and vulnerable for the surprises of Luke. However, you didn’t anticipate the stillness that welcomes you in the dark. You expected them to overwhelm you the moment they unite, teasing you until you run back to your room all flustered. Instead, you’re starting to feel awkward, too exposed for your own liking, as even Luke’s touch leaves your figure. “Then… then grab it,” you murmur, desperate to break the ice. “Grab what?” they both ask in unison. Luke’s previous statement seems to have already slipped past their memory, you conclude. 

“The swe-” you’re cut off by shock bursting inside your body as a pair of lips encases your own. Hungry, hot, he devours your words and pants until your knees turn weak. Kieran wraps a hand around your waist, holding you a little closer for stability.

“Delicious,” Luke mumbles against your lips, “thanks, princess.” Upon these words, he pulls away and fixes his mask, your dumbfounded reply of “You’re welcome,” nothing but amusing to him. However, as he turns to leave, Kieran is the one to protest. “Hey, what about me? I wanna kiss her too!” he can feel you tighten in his hold, can notice the difference of temperatures from your heated cheeks to his icy fingers as they remain to cover your eyes. 

They both freeze as your pretty voice speaks up, cross your heart and hope to die. “I’ll close my eyes!” 

A “huh” in unison meets your promise. You feel this awful stillness make a reappearance. If only you could guess what they are contemplating. 

“Man, since when did you get so obedient?” Kieran wonders, but Luke leaves you no room for a reply. “Probably since I kissed her so well, right?” Your eyes are finally uncovered, yet it's incredibly difficult to keep them closed as you’re promptly being turned on your heels, face cradled in the already familiar chill of Kieran’s hands to let his lips clash with yours.

His kisses are slower than Luke’s, more passionate. You give back too willingly, kiss him with greed, unrelenting. It makes Luke almost envious. If it wasn’t for the great view of your back, you grace him with. Those tiny shorts doing a poor job at covering your ass. With one glide of his fingers, you feel blunt nails push into the plush tissue while the fabric between your legs is getting dragged higher and higher into your pussy. Kieran feels almost bad for the moans he swallows, yet only a fool would stop kissing you during a time where you feel more bold, more needy. The palm of his hand finds rest on your back, to push your tits against his chest and make you arch further for Luke’s games. For his hands to grab your hips, to pull your ass against his crotch, grinding carelessly against your pulsing cunt. 

They push and pull you back and forth between them, their greedy hands unrelenting in their advances while turning you into a willing mess. 

“Greedy minx,” the older twin murmurs, but he sounds a little too pleased for you to take the insult seriously. you feel deft fingers lace around your throat to draw you away from Kieran’s lips and into Luke’s chest. “I wasn’t done yet!” the younger twin’s protest fills the space between and Luke’s chuckles vibrate against your back. “I thought you’d be dying to eat her out instead of just kissing like teens,” Luke teases his brother. How they manage to have filthy banter like this is an enigma to you. “you’re right,” the younger of the two replies while already going down on his knees in front of you. It’s getting really hard to keep your eyes closed. But you promised. 

His touch makes goosebumps decorate your thighs. How could they not chuckle about your cute reactions? “You want him to eat you out, right, pretty?” Luke mumbles, his chin rests on your shoulders. It’s a comfortable spot to be. “Let him know how much you want his tongue,” he encourages. You signed up for a kiss, now you’re having them undress you in the kitchen. “W-what if anyone walks in?” you try to reason with them, but your panties are discarded regardless of your words. “We'll give them a good show,” Kieran breathes the words against your pussy. You feel the tip of his nose tease the sensitive skin. “Now tell me,” he urges as well, while his fingertips are the only stimulation you receive as they dance along your skin. You hum, what kind of silly reply is that? “You’re smarter than that, kitten.”

They can’t possibly all be here for those damned cookies. 

You struggle in their hold and cannot keep your promise. Your eyes fly open wide, yet you only think about staring towards the door, towards the familiar raspy voice mocking you, like he always does. “Sy-” once again, your words are cut off by the twins. Your moans sound whiny as Luke pinches your nipples through the flimsy fabric of your top while Kieran hoists your legs on his shoulders to devour your pussy.

It’s impossible to keep your eyes from rolling in their sockets, to keep your hips from grinding against Kieran’s face. 

The atmosphere shifts around you three as Sylus draws near. You feel it in the way Luke’s body stiffens, how he releases your breasts from his ministrations. “Boss, I thought you said it’s okay if we play with her once.” 

Yet the nonchalance dripping off Sylus’ words and reactions causes you to look at him once more. His eyes roam your body. Luke subconsciously obliges and reaches for the neckline of your top to expose your tits to dark red eyes as well. “Once, yes,” Sylus speaks too calmly as he watches you get eaten out by one of his assistants.

You quiver so much under Kieran’s tongue, you really like the twins that much better than him?

His brows crease in wonder, lips pursed slightly. He’s clearly not accustomed to women that seem immune to him. “What else did I tell you?” Sylus inquires. You know he’s not talking to you, yet your staring contest addresses every fibre of your body. 

Kieran drags his tongue along your pussy, his teeth graze your clit before toying with the nub, flicking against it until your moans echo through the kitchen. But the way Luke and Sylus continue their conversation makes everything seem awfully miniscule. Large hands cup your tits once more, to play with your nipples and squeeze the fat. “No fucking, no fingers, no stretching her,” you whine upon the list of rules, missing exactly that sort of friction they are prohibited from giving you. “Only allowed to give, not take,” Kieran mumbles into your folds, you feel his cheerful grin too clearly as your thighs press against his cheeks. “That should be enough to kill the curiosity of all three of you,” Sylus concludes, arms now crossed in front of his broad chest. “Isn’t it, kitten?” 

You were already too far gone; you didn’t even register the words until the all too familiar pet name. Once more, do you entertain the three with your surprised “huh?” as your body can only produce moans and whines from the twin’s actions. How can he still expect you to think?

The tap of Sylus’ fingertip against his temple is nothing short of a mockery, a smirk spreading on his face over how amusing you are to him. “Do you want more, sweetie?” Upon his question, he comes closer as well, just like you are close to your orgasm as Kieran seems too caught up in your pussy to stop himself or give you grace. However, to that specific question, you can offer a nod, a quick little nod begging him, them, for more. Sylus watches almost happily as your chest heaves in exhaustion, he notices how wide your pupils have gotten as your little mind is all but consumed by naughty thoughts. “More you shall have, but not from them,” he concludes, the ghost of his touch teasing your cheek while keeping enough distance for Kieran. “Apparently I need to teach a stray kitten her place.”

You come undone, the mental overstimulation even greater than the physical one as your body craves for more, pussy practically begging to be stuffed.

If only you could be able to enjoy the high coursing through your body. But Sylus has other plans as he hoists you over his shoulder with ease, a firm spank to your ass his little welcome present to his misbehaving pet. “I'll give you all night if that is what you need.”

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[your-local-simp-writers]

A Little Sunshine and Some Explosions

Word Count: 1692

Warnings: None

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The vibrant hues of autumn blanketed U.A. Academy as you made your way across campus, the cool breeze dancing around you and rustling the leaves underfoot. The air was rich with the smell of pumpkin spice, and laughter echoed from groups of students sharing their Halloween plans. It felt like everyone was caught up in the spirit of the season, and you couldn’t help but feel that familiar buzz of excitement tingling in your chest.

You approached your dorm, anticipation bubbling inside you as you unlocked the door. The moment you stepped inside, the warmth of the room enveloped you. Katsuki Bakugo was sprawled on your couch, his muscular frame taking up a substantial portion of the seat. His signature scowl was set in place as he scrolled through his phone, completely engrossed. The sight made you smile; it was comforting to see him in a familiar environment, surrounded by your own Halloween decorations—a mishmash of pumpkins, string lights, and cheesy ghost cutouts that you had hung up just a few days ago.

“Hey, idiot,” he grunted, his eyes still glued to the screen as you kicked off your shoes and flopped down beside him.

“Hey, Katsuki! Are you ready for Halloween?” you chirped, unable to keep the excitement from your voice. You could practically feel your smile radiating through the air.

He finally glanced over, eyebrows raised, clearly unimpressed. “We’re just picking out pumpkins, right? This isn’t some Halloween parade.”

“Of course! But I thought we could carve them together afterward, and maybe bake some spooky cookies? It’ll be fun!” You reached for a pumpkin-shaped cookie cutter you’d set on the table, holding it up with pride.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, but you caught the slight twitch of his lips that hinted he was fighting back a smile. “Why would I wanna bake cookies when we could just order takeout? It’s Halloween; I’m not wasting my time on baking when I could be blowing stuff up.”

“Blowing stuff up is not on the agenda, mister!” you said, shaking your head as you leaned closer to him. “It’s about having fun! And you can’t deny that pumpkin cookies are the best.”

“Whatever. You’re a dork,” he shot back, but his tone was lighter than before, the corners of his mouth betraying him again.

You turned your attention to the assortment of pumpkins on the table, looking for the perfect one to carve. “So, I was thinking about our costumes. You’ll be Bowser, right? I can’t wait to be Princess Peach!”

“Peach? Seriously?” He raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely puzzled. “You wanna wear a frilly pink dress? Do you even have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?”

“Yes! It’ll be adorable! And don’t pretend you don’t want to wear the Bowser costume. It’ll be hilarious!” You beamed at him, knowing you could break through his tough exterior if you just kept pushing a little.

He let out an exasperated sigh, but you could see the hint of interest flickering in his eyes. “Yeah, and I’ll look like an idiot.”

“An adorable idiot,” you corrected with a playful nudge. “I have a plan to make it epic!”

Bakugo crossed his arms, still pretending to be uninterested, but you could see the way he leaned in slightly, as if he was genuinely intrigued. “What’s the plan then, oh great costume designer?”

You laughed, moving to your closet and rummaging through your supplies. “Well, since I have curly brown hair, I thought we could dye my hair for the costume! I need to be the real Princess Peach, and that means I need to look the part!”

Bakugo raised an eyebrow, his gaze steady. “You think dyeing your hair is gonna make you look like a princess?”

“Of course! I’m going to bleach it first and then add some cute pink streaks!” You held up the bottles of bleach and dye, your eyes sparkling with excitement. “And you get to help me!”

“Help you?” He scoffed, leaning back against the couch with a dismissive expression. “You think I’m gonna sit around while you turn your hair into a rainbow?”

“Come on! It’ll be fun! Plus, it’s Halloween, and you can’t just say no to your adorable girlfriend,” you said, grinning widely.

“Don’t use that on me,” he grumbled, but there was an unmistakable warmth in his voice that made you feel giddy inside. You knew he was softening, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

With a triumphant smile, you grabbed a chair and placed it in front of your bathroom mirror. “Alright, let’s get started! You can be my dye assistant!”

He begrudgingly stood up, his gruff demeanor still in place, but you caught the slight hint of a smile on his lips as he followed you. “Just don’t get any of this on me,” he warned, crossing his arms again as you set everything up.

“I promise I won’t! Just sit still, and don’t complain too much,” you replied, trying to keep a straight face as you prepared the bleach.

As you began the process, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Bakugo. He was watching intently, and despite his grumpy exterior, you sensed a certain fondness in his gaze. “You know,” you said, trying to fill the silence, “I really appreciate you helping me with this. I know it’s not your usual thing.”

“Don’t think I’m doing this for you,” he shot back, but his tone was less harsh than usual, and you could see the way he fought back a smile. “I just don’t want you to look like a total idiot.”

You giggled as you applied the bleach, careful to follow the instructions. “You say that, but I know you’re secretly enjoying this. I can tell!”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. “I’ll enjoy it even more if it doesn’t take forever. Just don’t mess it up.”

After a while, the bleach was ready to be rinsed out, and as you moved to wash your hair, you caught his eye in the mirror. “See? It’s not so bad being a little creative. Halloween is all about fun!”

Bakugo just shrugged, trying to act tough. “Fun doesn’t mean looking like a clown.”

“Maybe for you,” you teased, splashing some water playfully toward him. He flinched back, eyebrows furrowing as a drop hit his arm.

“Hey! Watch it, idiot!” he snapped, but you could see the amusement dancing in his eyes.

Once your hair was rinsed and ready for the dye, you held up the pink dye with a triumphant grin. “Now for the best part!”

Bakugo crossed his arms again, watching with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. “Are you sure this is gonna look good? I don’t want to be the one who has to tell you it’s a disaster.”

“Trust me, it’ll look amazing!” You applied the dye carefully, trying to keep your hands steady as you worked. “And it’ll look even better with your Bowser costume.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied, but you could tell he was softening, that glimmer of interest growing as he watched you work.

When you finished, you stepped back and admired your handiwork in the mirror, your hair now a lovely shade of pastel pink with soft curls framing your face. You turned to Bakugo, your heart racing. “How does it look?”

He stepped closer, scrutinizing your hair with a serious expression. “It actually looks decent,” he admitted, his voice gruff but with a hint of something warmer beneath it. “Not that I care or anything.”

You laughed, your joy spilling over as you turned back to the mirror, fluffing your hair with your hands. “See? I told you it would be worth it!”

“Now you just need a crown or something,” he muttered, still trying to maintain his grumpy facade but failing as he watched you with a hint of pride in his eyes.

“Right! Let’s find some accessories to complete the look. We need to make sure everyone knows who you’re dressed as!” You grabbed a bag filled with random Halloween decorations and began rummaging through it.

As you searched, Bakugo leaned against the doorframe, watching you with a relaxed posture that you didn’t often see. “You really like this, huh?” he asked, almost contemplative.

“Absolutely! It’s my favorite time of year. Plus, spending time with you makes it even better,” you replied, your sincerity shining through.

He glanced away, but you could see the faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. “Don’t go getting all mushy on me,” he grumbled, but there was no bite in his words.

You found a glittery crown that you’d made a few years back and placed it atop your head, spinning around dramatically. “Ta-da! Princess Peach, at your service!” You giggled, trying to mimic a royal voice.

Bakugo couldn’t help but chuckle, his scowl finally breaking. “You look ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously cute!” you shot back, playfully sticking out your tongue. “Now let’s find your Bowser accessories. I’m thinking something fierce!”

You rummaged through the bag until you found a pair of spiky wristbands. “Perfect! These will make you look intimidating!”

Bakugo took them, inspecting them closely before smirking. “I guess they’ll do. Just don’t expect me to act all goofy like you.”

“Aw, come on! Just a little bit of goofy is good for the soul!” you replied, bouncing on your toes with excitement. “How about a scary roar when we show up at the party?”

“Don’t push it,” he warned, but there was an unmistakable spark of mischief in his eyes.

As you moved to adjust the crown in the mirror, you felt a sudden burst of warmth in your heart. You turned to Bakugo, who was staring at you with an intensity that made your stomach flutter. “Thanks for spending time with me today. I know you could be doing anything else.”

He shrugged, a slight smile forming on his lips. “Don’t think it’s because I like you or anything. I just figured I’d make sure you don’t screw this up.”

“Right, right,” you teased, enjoying the banter. “But I’ll take it! Let’s have the best Halloween ever, Bowser and Peach style!”

[gruvu]

Been dragging my feet on this and so here are with the last piece of 2023 that I did. WITH a small intro into the story.

To summarize this stardew valley au, my farmer Beau ends up with a alien child and very much is living a horror film narrative for a hot second. Regardless it's just found family. Now down below is the first chapter, you don't gotta read it but if you do I hope you enjoy.

Warning: Injury detail of burns and mentions of war. Just a heads up if you're uncomfortable.

A full year and yet the sounds of the cabin kept the man awake in his sagging bed. The deep moaning of the structure reminded him constantly how he should have asked Robin for an estimate on updating the supports. He had been so wrapped up in getting this farm together, he hadn’t bothered much in his living space. And now with another winter coming, he became aware how unprepared he had been the first time. 

With a deep sigh he rolls onto his side, pulling the blankets over his head hoping to dampen the noise around him as the night moves on around him. The ticking of his clock began to finally lull him asleep only for the house to rattle then the rafters shook as something plowed through the top of the roof. A scream erupted from him as the sound of splinters erupted and could feel pieces of shingles falling upon him and the floor. Has the war reached the valley? No no, not possible! Regardless he scrambled out of bed, hurrying to his light and flicking it on as he looked up towards the rafters.

In the light dust was still sprinkling down from a circular cut though the top. As if someone had used a cookie cutter through the middle of his shingled roof. Almost perfectly carve out if only the wood hadn’t splintered. He could feel the cool fall breeze drift into his small farm house, making him hurry to grab his robe on the coat rack only to pause as he peers out the window. A soft pulsing blue light came from outside, coming from one of his recently cleared fields… “This is a horrible idea.” Beau mutters to himself, as he shoves his feet into his rubber boots before grabbing the club he had in the umbrella stand and leaving the safety of his home into the cool night full of strange dangers. 

The leaves rustled as he steps down the creaking wooden stairs, the pulsing blue light allowing him to find the disturbed earth as something had slammed and skidded through his field. His mind is going to the worst places, but if he could see it and run really fast maybe he could warn the town if there was any danger. Surely this wouldn’t be like one of those horror movies where the stupid teenager goes towards the danger right? CRUNCH. He yelps looking down as he hops away from the piece of metal, giving off a spark causing the man to hesitate to move forward. Wait.. Maybe it was just a satellite? For tv! Nothing spooky about that. With denial and curiosity at his back, he moves towards the impact site. Finding himself staring into the steam at… “What the..” He murmurs, squinting through the bright glow, his club lowering as the farmer draws closer. Using his hand to wave away the steam he could see what had landed in his field. It was a cylinder in shape, and slightly bigger than the barrels he used to age his cheese in the shed. The capsule of some kind wasn’t glowing itself but what it held inside. A fizzy, bubbling glowing blue liquid that began to dim down revealing something in it. Beau had to move around to get a better view, sliding a bit in his boots nearly colliding with the strange alien object. Now closer, crouching down to see the capsule better he squints into the odd substance. “Huh.. There’s.. There’s something.. In there.” He murmurs, as he moves his hand to touch the glass, at first yanking back thinking it was horribly hot only for him to find it only warm to the touch. There was something fleshy in there bobbing in the liquid, but at this angle it was hard to tell what it was. It seemed all common sense of fear left him as he tossed the club away to move the capsule upright, one of the two green lights on the “lid” of the capsule turned orange, a garbled static voice spoke out and sudden searing pain came from his hand. Panic took over as the farmer tried to pull his hand away only for it to stay attached to the top of the lid.

“H-HELP! HELP! SOMEONE!” He yells trying to pull away, not paying attention to the fluid inside the capsule in his panic. If he had, he would notice drops of what might have been dye were put into the capsule. A small mechanical arm inside with a metal needle poked the strange fleshy object inside, making it twitch in response. Then the orange light turned blue and the farmer tumbled back with a startled yell.

Laying there in the dirt, he held his hand in pain. Unable to see the wound in this light but it felt like a burn or something… He was definitely going to have to talk to the doctor about this. Sitting up now he looks towards the source of his pain, the capsule’s fluid inside a sickly green and bubbling like a freshly carbonated drink. He didn’t know what to do now, no one would be up. He would need to talk to Gunther because this clearly was no missile or any war related object. It was something else entirely and he was deeply afraid.

Staring at it for hours, even as the sun began to rise up over the mountains around the town of Stardew Valley, the farmer watched the capsule. Only when something rubbed against his back did he snap out of his sentry-like state.

“AHH!” He whips around, only to see his large gray and white cat, letting out a chirp in response to his yell.

“I- oh.. It’s you Yogi.” He relaxes, reaching out to touch her only to hiss. Looking now at his hand it was red and… Yeah he needed to go see Harvey.

Moving up to his feet, finding himself stiff only for his back to crack and then his neck. He needed to take care of the animals and-

His dark eyes drift over to the capsule now lit up in the early sunrise, a soft hum over the bubbling noises reminding him of its presence pretty quickly. 

He needed to get that thing somewhere locked up first. Then he could show Gunther, but with his hand. He would NOT be touching that thing again. Not without some kind of protection. The stiff farmer walked back to his cabin, his cat chirping at his heels along the way, cooling off his hand with some water and then wrapping it up in gauze bandage before getting properly dressed. He was trembling all the while, grabbing his large quilt to simply cover the capsule with it and dragging it into his shed and rolling it into a corner where it stayed glowing faintly. Beau tried to remain calm but all the while it stayed in the back of his mind as he fed his beloved barn animals. Thankfully he had to focus as he tried get milk only to struggle with the one hand, the pain did help keep his mind off things but it only made it clear that he had to also go to the doctor. Nine AM could not come fast enough.

~~~~~ “Beau the doctor will see you now.” “Thanks Maru.” He ducks into the back, wishing he could have grabbed some pickles or a cup of coffee for the doctor. Would soften the lecture that could be on his way. He knocks on the door and enters seeing Harvey check some notes only to glance up and smile at the farmer, sending Beau’s stomach into a fluttering of butterflies. “Good morning Beau. Maru tells me you hurt your hand. Why don’t I take a look.” He pats the table for him to sit on, all the while looking over the somewhat disheveled man. A slight frown of concern flickered for a moment before going to unwrap his hand tenderly. “Mmmgh.” He winces, pulling his hand back slightly. The doctor frowns, pausing his attempt. “Do you need me to stop?” “No no. I just.. It hurts.” “Well what did you do?” Harvey showed no judgment or disappointment as he continued to unwrap the hand. Truly expressing concern and worry for the man that had more than once ended up in his office with devastating wounds from the monsters in the mines. “...I burned it. I think?” Beau shrugs as his hand is exposed showing the bright pink skin, the entire flat of his hand was raw with his palm having a large burn in the shape of a neat square. The doctor looks down at it, his dark brows furrowed, having seen plenty of burns over his time here but it was odd. So clean and the area around the nasty burn was more or less fine. “What do you mean you think?” He raises a brow studying the burn. It wasn’t anything horrible but would need to be cleaned properly and ointment would be applied. “I.. I.. Don’t know what I burned it on. I couldn’t really see anything?” “Were you in the dark? Hit it on the stove top?” “I was in the dark.. Outside. There… There was this..” Beau wasn’t sure what to tell him, then again the doctor had treated him for flying lizards. “A thing. Like a mason jar but barrel size and it crashed and I touched it. And this happened.” “...You touched an unknown object that crashed?” “Yes! And it’s in my shed.” “In your shed...When did this happen exactly?” Harvey walks over to the desk door, poking his head out. “Maru, could you please get a bowl of warm saline and soap? Thank you.” He ducks back in to look at the farmer. Seeing his hair a mess, the trembling from the lack of breakfast and wide eyes. He was in distress and he came to the doctor for help. There would be no way Harvey would turn his back on him. “It.. It was early.. Early in the morning? One maybe two AM?”

“Have you been up since then?”

“Harvey I’ve had a consistent sleep schedule, I am not losing it over missing a couple hours.” 

“You would be surprised with little sleep you would do to someone… Why don’t you take me to see this mason jar during my lunch break.”

“Yeah and I can grab Gunther too or maybe Demetris? Someone has got to know what it is…”

“I am sure we can figure this out, but in the meantime I’ll clean up that hand and wrap it in some fresh gauze. Then you can lay down in one of the beds for a bit. Catch up on some sleep.”

“That…That sounds really nice.” Beau smiles a bit, his shoulders relaxing as a weight comes off his shoulders. Maru knocks and comes in, bringing the bowl and soap. Harvey thanks her and gets to work. 

Cleaning the hand with the utmost care and tenderness, being aware of how sensitive the burns were with even unwrapping. Drying the hand and putting ointment over the palm easing down the burns before dressed with dry clean gauze wraps.

“Reminds me of the first summer. When you had to rub aloe all over me.” Beau smiles trying to break the silence after watching Harvey tend to his hand. The doctor’s cheeks turned a soft pink as a smile appeared under the mustache.

“You were as red as a tomato. I told you to make sure you put plenty of sunscreen on.”

“I know I just got caught up with trying to clear out one part of the section.”

“Well we both know you could barely move the next day. I am just glad I had plenty of aloe for you.”

The two chuckle as the doctor finishes wrapping his hand. “Now I’ll get some painkillers and you can rest a bit.” 

The farmer nods, as the doctor pats his shoulder. The two walk back and Harvey gets him to lay down. All the while the humming in the shed grew louder as the color of the boiling fluid turned slowly from green into a more sickly olive. The form inside twitched and grew.

[beomie3]

pumpkin latte - k.th

bf!taehyun x reader

summary — you spend the night in; carving pumpkins, watching horror movies, and making halloween themed lattes with your barista boyfriend <3

wc — 2k

content — cuddles, kisses, tooth rotting fluff ^_^

✩ this is fic 1/5 of my halloween spooky series!

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october; the month of all things spooky, spicy, enchanted, you name it. but you couldn't deny it was most especially the month when people your age loved to go out every night and party, doing god knows what.

but for you and taehyun, october was the month you spent afternoons decorating your apartment with all kinds of adorable fall decor, cozying up on the couch afterward with lots of snacks to binge your favorite scary movies. maybe cuddle up in bed later with some hot tea and talk about your days, stare into his starry eyes.  

the point is, the two of you didn't feel the need to go out and be social. as homebodies, staying in with one another was more than enough to make your day special. just in the comfort of one another; you in the comfort of his baggy clothes and him in the comfort of your arms. it was just perfect. most especially during the fall season.

it was so perfect, in fact, that you had developed little traditions over time; pumpkin carving competitions, knitting cute scarves and hats for each other, baking cookies, brewing fall-themed comfort drinks.

that was one of many pros of having a barista boyfriend; he knew every single recipe to exist. and he had made you a plethora of lattes over the years. but your absolute favorite had always been his pumpkin lattes. crafted to perfection, you could almost taste his love in every sip. 

tonight, you had his favorite butterscotch cookies in the oven as you waited for him to get home from work, lighting some fall candles to prep the apartment for your hardworking boyfriend <3

at the sound of his key in the knob, your heart practically lit up, a smile spreading across your face when you saw his glowing face come around the corner and into the kitchen with two large pumpkins in each of his arms.

"taehyunnie!!" you run around the kitchen island, arms outstretched to help him with a pumpkin, hugging his baggy sweater once his arms are free.

he smelled of coffee and warm cinnamon rolls, the scent of working in a cafe all day. it was your favorite scent in the world.

"two pumpkins for our competition which i'm beating you at, by the way," he kisses your forehead in between words, each hand gently squishing your cheeks together so you can't argue back.

when you seem you're about to say something, he catches your words with his soft lips instead, gently pressing them to yours. a clever way to win a nonexistent argument. you pull away after kissing his lips, a glint of mischief in your eyes. 

pumpkin carving competitions; one of your and taehyun's favorite fall activities that you always looked forward to. you have exactly one hour to carve your pumpkins, and then you send photos of the finished product to your friend group, having them judge who won. the winner got to pick the movie after. it never got old. 

although, in the grand scheme of things, the winner or loser of the competition doesn't matter because both pumpkins always end up on the windowsill, happily flickering like the warm glow of your love. 

it isn't until he's at the sink, sleeves rolled up to his elbows washing his hands that you get him back, hugging him from behind and standing on your tip toes to blow cool air in his ear. he shivers against you, a small shriek leaving his mouth as he laughs. 

"okay maybe i'll let you win," he turns around once he's dried his hands off with a towel, smirking down at you. 

"we'll see about that," you snake your arms around his neck, just to grab a cookie from the platter that was on the shelf behind him, taking a bite and then turning around to start brewing the coffee for your lattes. 

his eyes lingered on you, smile growing on his lips at your teasing gesture, throwing the towel over his shoulder before going to help you. he just couldn't contain his love.

snaking his arms around your waist, he hugged you tightly, chin on your shoulder, gentle eyes on your working hands. i love you against your ear with the warmth of his breath brought a sparkle to your chest, and you swore your heart couldn't fill with any more love.

the scent of coffee swirled into your nose as you helped one another prepare the lattes, his soft hands guiding the small cup of foam over your mug to make a cute design of a kitty. clinking your mugs together, you took a sip, already melting into your favorite warm drink, laughing into your mug when taehyun sported a white mustache on his top lip from the foam, leaning over to lick it off with a gentle kiss to his lips.

~

"three...two..." you intensely stared at each other from opposite ends of the table, pumpkin carving utensils in hand as you readied yourself to carve the best pumpkin in existence, your boyfriend finding your determination the cutest thing in the world. 

"one!" you shouted and quickly got to work, brows furrowed as you focused on the design you carefully etched into the pumpkin. the reason he loved this so much was to observe you, tongue caught in your teeth as you precisely carved, just wanting to watch you forever. 

and taehyun being taehyun; naturally gifted at everything he does, was a very skilled pumpkin carver. he got to work, determined to carve you your favorite animal because he knew it would make you happy. 

but of course, one hour was a long time to go without getting up and having some sort of physical contact with your boyfriend because looking at him from afar was only so fulfilling before you just had to go hug him. 

you both took small breaks, dancing to music in the middle of the kitchen or sipping on the remainder of your lattes, feeling a little dizzy after he spun you around a little too much. 

the hour passed by and it was time for the grand reveal, sitting on taehyun's lap with his hands cupped over your eyes as he counted down from three. revealing his masterpiece, a grin spread from cheek to cheek at the cutest carving of you and him as kittens snuggling under a heart that had your initials in it. you could almost tear up at his thoughtfulness. 

he was distracted by your pumpkin; the carving of your friend group as little animals, finding it the cutest thing in the world. he found it adorable how you carved him as a squirrel, beomgyu as a bear, soobin as a bunny, yeonjun as a fox, and hueningkai as a penguin, 100% sure they'd immediately vote for yours when you sent your photos in the groupchat, and that made him happy. 

your phones repeatedly dinged with messages from the boys, hearting your picture and complimenting you on how cute their animals are. beomgyu texted asking why his animal was a bear and not a cool tiger, soobin sent a picture of himself with a bunny filter on, and kai texted: awe taehyunnie's is so cute! his being the only vote for your boyfriend's pumpkin. your friends always supported and gushed over your relationship, wanting nothing but the best for you. 

you and tae laughed, replying to some of the boys' messages and ultimately sending them a selfie of the two of you with your pumpkins, sure to send another one later with what they looked like in the windowsill. or they would all just come over and see it for themselves tomorrow, as they all agreed upon in the group chat. 

after placing a faux candle in each of your pumpkins and displaying them in the window, you ran outside, hands intertwined together as the cool october breeze blew your hair back, feeling nostalgic as the crisp air smelled of bonfire and evergreen trees.

the warm glow coming from the window was enough to make you wrap your arms around the tall boy before you tightly, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his nose, his bright smile illuminating the evening and you swore your love for him could never ever end.  

~

although it was your pick for the movie night, you still let the cozy boy beside you have some say, holding three dvd cases out in front of him as he closed his eyes and randomly picked one.

his pick made you jump up in excitement because this film was one of your favorites and you claimed it was super scary, when in reality you knew it was just to make taehyun hold onto you tighter (and he would anyway).

cozying up with some caramel kettle corn and seconds of your favorite pumpkin latte, warming your hands with the warm mug, taehyun draped fluffy blankets over you and plopped back down on the couch next to you. 

you snuggled into him, breathing him in, taking in his warmth. he was simply your comfort boy, serotonin flooding your brain with every breath you took. relaxing into him, the muscles in your body slowly unraveling until you were completely still and relaxed. 

the sound of his laugh when one of the characters in the movie did something stupid was your favorite sound in the world, looking up at him with a giggle of your own, watching the star-shaped lights that draped from the ceiling reflect in his large glassy eyes. straight, dark brown hair parted over his pretty eyebrows. he couldn't have been more perfect.

of course, popcorn was sent flying in the air several times because your boyfriend was prone to getting jump scared, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and barely peeking out an eye when the scene got too scary, clutching your hand tightly.

“it’s okay tae it’s only a movi- AHH!” obviously, you were just as prone to jump scares no matter how many times you’d seen the movie. but it’s okay because hugging your comfort boy under the warm blankets reminded you that you were safe, always.

~

the movie had ended and although you were only a bit sleepy, taehyun picked you up and carried you to the bathroom to start your night routine so that you didn’t have to walk, gently setting you on the counter.

brushing your teeth and doing your skincare together had always been one of your favorite parts of the night, always feeling lucky that your had a boyfriend with the brightest smile and most beautiful skin on the entire planet. and of course, he shared the details of his routine with you.

“wait- i made you something,” his eyes light up as he suddenly remembers something and quickly runs out of the bathroom, returning with his hands behind his back.

shutting your eyes, something you feel you’ve done countless times in anticipation for his surprises, you feel him tuck your hair behind your ears and situate a soft pressure around your forehead.

“i knitted this for you…” you open your eyes at the sound of his soft voice and see for yourself in the mirror that he had knitted you a fluffy black headband with tiny cat ears on it to keep your hair out of your face. “…i hope it’s helpful.” he smiles at you in the mirror.

your cheeks grew pink with how much you gushed over his mere thoughtfulness and innocent gesture, melting over the fact that he put much time and effort into knitting this, considering how tedious and time consuming it is.

your eyes said it all; how grateful you were to have such an amazing person like kang taehyun in your life. you hugged his neck, peppering his face with kisses as he scrunched his nose. “i’ll have to knit you one too, so we can match.”

at the sound of that, your boyfriend’s large eyes lit up in excitement, smile beaming right into your heart. he helped you with the rest of your skincare, gently rubbing various lotions in for you and squishing your cheeks like he always did. snuggling into bed together, you ended the night with cuddles, deep talks and staring into his dreamy eyes until you couldn’t hold them open any longer.

his love truly felt like a cozy fall night in, warm blankets, star shaped fairy lights, the soft glow of jack-o-lanterns from your window sill, and best of all, pumpkin lattes.

🐿️<3

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a/n — thank you for reading pt. 1 of my halloween spooky series!! 🐻 is up next :) comment if you would like to be added to the tags list if you aren’t already!! stay tuned ^_^ 🎃

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©beomie3

[dearstvckyx]

Flufftober | 10.03 |

Baking Treats - Pezzy ft Sly

Max, known to his fans as Pezzy, was a force to be reckoned within the streaming world. His vibrant personality and quick wit made playing video games look effortless, but today was different. Today, he wasn’t gaming. Today, he was baking.

It was the day before Halloween, and the air was filled with a crisp chill that signaled the coming festivities. Max had invited his girlfriend over, a baking enthusiast. With a shared love for spooky season, they decided to take on the challenge of baking Halloween-themed treats that they could show off during his live stream the next day.

As soon as Isla walked through the door of Max’s cozy apartment, she was greeted by the smell of pumpkin spice wafting through the air. “Wow, is that you or your oven?” she teased, Max looked up at her taking notice of his her shirt. So that’s where it went, he thought.

“Definitely the oven!” Max chuckled, adjusting the baking items as he moved aside to let her into the kitchen.

Before long, they were surrounded by an array of baking supplies: flour, sugar, egg, pumpkin puree, and an assortment of Halloween cookie cutters shaped like ghosts, bats, and pumpkins.

“What are we starting with?” Isla asked, excitement dancing in her eyes.

“How about some pumpkin spice cookies?” Max suggested. “We can decorate them with icing to look like little monsters!”

“Sounds perfect!” Isla grinned, pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

Together, they prepped the ingredients, laughing as they flourished their hands, making a mess on the counter. Max attempted to crack an egg, but as he did, he fumbled slightly, sending a few pieces of shell clattering to the bowl.

“Nice one, Maxie!” Isla teased, playfully nudging him. “Can’t believe you’re supposed to be a pro.”

“I can dodge enemies but cracking an egg? That’s a whole different level of difficulty.” Max jokes.

Just then, Sly, Max’s feline companion, strutted into the kitchen. Sly was always the center of attention. “Sly! Come help me!” Max called.

The cat hopped up onto the countertop, surveying the chaos with what seemed like a unamused expression. Isla knelt down, holding out a piece of dough. “Want to taste test?” she asked with a grin.

With a flick of her tail, Sly swatted the dough away, sending it crashing into the flour bag, causing a small cloud to form. Both Max and Isla glanced at each other and than towards their feline child, laughter was soon heard as the little brown cat sat there, smug and unbothered.

“Okay, fine! You want sweetness, huh?” Max exclaimed, grabbing a small cookie cutter shaped like a bat. He lined the baking sheet and began rolling the dough into shapes. “Let’s see how she acts if we innocently leave some cookies out to cool later.”

“Good idea!” Isla giggled. “Imagine the chaos if we leave a whole batch unattended.”

As they baked, they listened to spooky playlists filled with classic Halloween tunes. Eventually, the scent of warm cookies filled the kitchen, and they felt a surge of pride.

Once the cookies were baked and cooled, they turned their attention to decorating. They squeezed tubes of colorful icing all over the cookies, transforming them into hilarious little monsters, with googly eyes and crooked smiles.

“This one looks like it needs a bow tie,” Isla suggested, adding a little icing to the bat cookie.

“And this?" Max said, pointing to a ghost cookie that looked slightly melted from his earlier frosting mishap. “This is our ‘Boo-Hoo’ cookie!”

With the cookies done, they lined them up for an Instagram picture, making silly poses as Sly joined in, curiously pawing at one of the cookie trays.

“Okay, Sly, pose for a pic with the treats!” Max said, trying to get the cat to sit still. To their surprise, Sly plopped down at the exact moment—right in the middle of the cookies!

“Perfect!” Isla exclaimed, snapping a picture. “This is definitely going on your channel tomorrow!”

As they cleaned up the kitchen, their laughter echoed off the walls, filled with the warmth of companionship and creativity. The spooky sweets were a hit, and the excitement for the next day’s Halloween stream buzzed between them.

“I can’t wait to show off the treats,” Max said, leaning back against the counter. “And we totally have Sly to thank for the best photo.”

Isla smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “This was the best Halloween baking session ever—I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

With Sly playfully batting at a stray piece of dough, they knew that together, they could create countless memories—whether in the kitchen or behind the screen.

[justkeeponsimming]

Although simoleons are tight, Serenity is fully onboard with Mercy’s Spooky Day plans. The triplets don’t know that money is scarce, but Mercy gives the servo enough time to sell some of her artwork. She will follow her prime directive of caring for Mercy, Karma and Justice - giving them the best childhood possible!

First up - a spooktastic breakfast! Hex may not approve of such a sugary treat, but a small gesture will really brighten the triplets’ mornings. Not only this, but Serenity and Mercy have also set up another special spooky station!

Serenity produces perfect spooky cookies! Once cooled, she finds inspirational images online and copies their designs with precision. The vibrant purple bats and orange pumpkins look so cool against the cool white ghost cookies!

The servo has no sense of smell or taste, but she processes visually that the cookies are excellent quality. She places the plate on the counter and dials up the volume on her vocaliser.

Serenity: “Mwahahahahaha! Trick or treat for those with quick feet!”

The sound of speedy footsteps echoes across the wooden floors as the triplets rush to the kitchen!

[homestuckreplay]

Cursed By Zazzerpan To Take Webcomics Too Seriously

(page 472-483)

8/14/2009 Wheel Spin: Captchalogue Lore Verdict: Just Captchalogue, No Lore

8/15/2009 Wheel Spin: being silly :3c Verdict: Slimer Pogo Ride – Inherently Silly

The imps have STOLEN John’s clever disguise. >:( How could they do this. Aren’t their jester hats costume enough. When John says ‘they’re mucking up all my cool stuff!’ he is right and justified in being mad. What little control John ever had over his living environment has now been completely obliterated, the imps (and Rose) running rampant and using his home as their own personal playground.

Speaking of Rose, I was deeply struck by her total lack of regard for the monetary worth of a piano. Those things are expensive, and they’re not a standard thing for a house to have either! But this is not the first time Rose has thrown an expensive musical instrument around, as shown by her violin antics (p.236, 395) being more of an annoyance than a risk to a delicate possession. Knowing how rich her family is really explains why her response to destroying John’s house is a casual ‘Oops.’

We also get another moment of Rose dismissing John’s problems as not especially serious on p.478, when John says he was ‘hoping to avoid nanna and her spooky ghost cookies’ and Rose says ‘that does sound dumb.’ I know that Rose is speaking from her personal experience, but from an external reader’s perspective, if I am going to take it seriously that Rose’s mom might be an alcoholic and that Dave’s brother might be psychologically tormenting him with puppet tricks, then I am also going to take it seriously that John could have genuine trauma surrounding food. If he’s been forced to eat beyond his limits or eat food he doesn’t like all his life, that could definitely lead to a negative relationship with food, even if John’s dad and nanna are baking for him as an act of care.

EB: i'm not sure what came over me there, i was acting really crazy for some reason. EB: but my head feels like it's clearing up, i think i'm alright now.

This is the line that’s had me scratching my head and clenching my fists all of yesterday and today. I’m truly not sure what the intended tone is – if this is meant to be a joke, or a leading question about how exactly the control panels and possible time loops work, or a setup for a possible future where John does something really bad while being mind controlled by the Vagabond, or just a way for the author to justify any potential future out of character moments. I think I am biased towards reading this story in a serious and realistic way, and I think there’s lots of other valid ways it can be read, but from my personal reading this is existential horror, and more affirmations of John’s complete lack of free will and – importantly – his steadily growing awareness of this. I think a big part of his character progression so far is going from the vague and uncertain ‘something feels missing from your life’ to slowly being able to put words to his problems.

We actually learn a fair bit more about the rules, game logic and progression of Sburb in these pages, which I’m planning to lay out in its own post in the next few days. In contrast, we get no new information about the captchalogue and strife systems – it really feels like John’s passed that level now, and is able to do these things in the background without it interrupting the narrative. The same thing will probably happen with the imps after he’s got a few more kills.

I can’t figure out how to score points in the game on p.476 where we do sick pogo ride tricks as an imp (my high score is 551?) but I love it narratively. In the game we are definitely controlling the imp directly – there’s no indication that John or Rose have any hand in the imp’s antics - but in the text below, John is still addressed as the second-person ‘you’ and the line focuses on John’s own history with the ride. I like the suggestion that the imp is doing the same dangerous stunts that John once did, and the idea that there’s some parallels between John and the imp – both low level entities who are fundamentally at the mercy of the greater forces of Sburb, both clowns wearing disguises through circumstance instead of choice.

Anyway I am politely requesting that John check out the punch designix for real now.

[daemonoferror]

A date to Build-a-Bear with your Scarlet Hollow SO

Includes: Stella, Avery, Kaneeka, Oscar, Reese, and Wayne

Note: idk, earlier this year I got sad I couldn't just. Go to build a bear. So I started writing these. Reader is hardly mentioned but I did write it in the spirit of you being there.

Stella

• No clue how you got her there, but hey, you did it.

• Gretchen's going with you by the way, that's a given but I think important to mention.

• Go around Halloween, hopefully someday they'll have the mothman bear we've all dreamed of.

• Stella has so many ideas for what to make, though.

• Get a Halloween themed bear- no wait, a dog- no wait, this one looks really fucking stupid it's perfect- no wait-

• You have to go multiple times so she gets every bear she can think of.

• If she can make one look like Gretchen or a cryptid that'd be perfect

• But she'd also love to make a really screwed up, funny looking bear. Like-

• "Oh yeah, I noticed this one's missing an eye so. I'm getting this one." "This shirt has a typo on it, that's so funny i love it" "do you think they'll let me mismatch the shoes??" "a HOOK HAND ACCESSORY?! Well obviously I need that"

• You would not be able to tell a grown woman made this bear.

• She'll DIY it clothes later, it has it's own little wardrobe of wacky outfits

• She'll buy accessories she thinks Gretchen could wear.

• Lets Gretchen lick the heart before it's put in the bear

• Might get a sound effect heart but worries it'll be too annoying.

• If she got a scentiment it'd probably be the pumpkin one or... pizza? Because that existed, apparently?

• Names it something silly- an old man name like Harlod. Or give it a cryptid name.

• Absolutely fucking loved the date, she's already planning the next trip there.

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Avery

• They'll think the idea is very cute.

• Make sure to go around spring/saint Patrick's day.

• Wants a flower print or green bear. (The point of going near saint Patrick's day is too ensure there's a shamrock bear to meet these requirements)

• Chooses the lavender scentiment for their bear.

• Will do that thing where you record a message for eachother's bear. They'll do a simple "I love you *kiss noise*" and it makes you swoon. They are SO perfect.

• You make a plant pun for their's, they love it no matter how stupid it is.

• They somehow make doing the heart ritual look cool?

• Finds a plant shirt and the bear's fate is sealed: they're gonna match :o

• The bear will be just as stylish as them (maybe more, I keep imagining Avery giving it a monocle accessory)

• Either names it after a plant- Like Magnolia or Clover- or names it the same way they name their plants (assuming they name their plants bc... who doesn't?)

• Very happy with the date and their bear, will show it off to everyone. Maybe it has a place at the diner- if they can find a spot garunteed to not get maple syrup spilled on it, anyways.

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Kaneeka

• She probably came up with the idea, but feels a little silly about it at first because it seems so childish.

• Go around Halloween to once again ensure the pick of a spooky lil bear

• She takes it very seriously- this is gonna be the best goddamn bear ever.

• There are 2 wolves fighting inside Kaneeka: The goth and the nerd.

• So she's having a difficult time choosing between whatever collab buildabear is doing at the time (superheroes, sonic, Mario, whatever) or making the coolest goth bear you've ever seen.

• Please just let her get both 🥺

• Thin mints cookie scentiment for one bear, coconut for the other.

• Will do a cute sound effect for her bear. She would suggest recording one for eachother, but she doesn't know what to say.

• She's not mismatching the collab bear, it's getting the accessories that was made for it.

• The goth bear will get the nicest outfit ever, in all blacks and dark colors.

• She'll also DIY it clothes to fit her aesthetic better

• Gives it a very pretty, elegant name, like Celeste or Audrey

• The other bear, she fills it out the exact way she would for the character, which just feels like extra work.

• "Why does Batman need a birth certificate? He's batman." Proceeds to do the right thing and names it Bruce Wayne and changes the birthday to the right birthday.

• Thinks it was the perfect date, and is really happy you went together.

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Oscar

• You'll be forced to take Rosalina and her friends with you, so not really a date. He'll see it as more of an outing for the kids, but it's kinda fun to participate.

• Gets the classic bear with brown, curly fur.

• Won't get a scent or a sound effect.

• Is a bit embarrassed to do the heart ritual, but turns it around quickly, joking that a teddy bear's heart transplant is no laughing matter.

• Won't want to get accessories because those cost money, but if you insist because you're paying, he'll cave and give it a dapper little suit and glasses. Maybe a top hat. A mini book to read. It'll be so cute.

• Gives it a bear pun or a book reference that no one gets for a name.

• Is very tired at the end of the day from being dragged around the mall by a bunch of tweens, but he gets home and still thinks it was a good day. Probably falls asleep with the bear. Though that will sadly be the only time, he keeps it on a night stand or bookshelf so it won't fall off and roll under the bed. He'd have a heartattack if he lost it.

--

Reese

• He never went to build a bear as a kid so this is gonna be so great for him.

• Picks out a very soft, cute bear

• Maybe like, the patchwork one with the sewed on heart? Idk why, if just seems right.

• He feels a little out of place, he's not used to cute things. He just sorta picks whatever he vibes with, and it comes out pretty cute and simple.

• He holds it very gently, like it could tear or fall apart at any second.

• Might buy a black or white shirt he can paint later, or a sweater so it doesn't get cold 🥺

• Paint brush accessory

• Blueberry scentiment, doesn't need any sound effects (unless there's a construction noises one LMAO)

• Doing the heart ritual heals his inner child

• Understuffs his bear just a little bit so it's softer

• Names it something absolutely BADASS "Nightmare" "Knight of Dreams" something awesome and cool idfk he's the creative one not me

• Has so much fun, might get sentimental about it. You can pry that bear from his cold dead hands.

--

Wayne

• . . . Why?

• A goop monster walks into a kids store. Screaming and crying insues. And then you're alone in the store.

• The employees might even be out of there, they don't get paid even for this.

• He's just happy to be with you, does not give 2 shits about the teddy bear at first. He adores seeing you having fun, is happier that you're not doing something dangerous.

• DO NOT let him touch the damn bear until it has some washable clothes on!! He can POINT at what he wants!! >:(

• Gets a simple bear, either a very old fashion basic one or just gets the same as you.

• Snazzy little jacket to parallel his. He's fine with you picking out the accessories for him though.

• You make him do the heart ritual even with no employees around to force you to

• Which ends up getting pus and blood in the bear. . . Gross!

• Stuff his bear full of scentiments. No, the scent doesn't matter just- just put them all in. Yeah, it's just to rival the smell of rotting flesh.

• Wayne gives it a very specific name, one you get the feeling comes from someone he knew long ago...

• Since the employees left, please just. Leave some money on the counter. It's okay if you don't pay for the 15 scentiments stuffed inside Wayne's bear. Yeah, no, it's really fine, trust me.

• Wayne will cherish this bear forever, and is extremely careful with it, even though it inevitably gets dirty a few days later anyways.

[just-some-guy-joust]

Hello gamers its me, mod R. Now that it's like 2am and it looks like propaganda has slowed down, allow me to take this time to introduce you to a Just Some Guy of mine that couldn't make it into the tourney!

This is Johon :)

What is there to say about him. Not much. He's a college student. He's a ghost investigator. He's got a shitty girlfriend. He is every ghosts FAVORITE investigator because they will make spooky demon noises and he'll go "woah how'd you do that that sounded sick that's so cool" and then they go 🥺

He is simply Very Kind, Very Chill, A Little Stupid, what more could you want in a man. The only big thing he has going on is the aforementioned shitty girlfriend and that's more about her than him. He's just chilling. She doesn't take the hint and he goes "okay" and then just hopes she loses interest (she doesn't she doesn't she doesn't (this isn't about her))

He's better friends with the ghosts than anyone in his classes. Sometimes he thinks he'd be happier as a ghost living with the people that are actually his friends (and maybe he's right) but they need him to be alive so he can get them cookies and stuff so he just 👍 chills. He's chilling. He fully plans to haunt the neighborhood when he dies because that's where his friends are!!! He wants to be able to actually see them so bad!!! But first he's gotta graduate

And the only reason he isn't in the tourney is because mx narrative said no :( -R

[anjelicawrites]

I miss the poly three! How are they?

They are doing well!!! They're going to make an appearance on Halloween, in the monster AU!!!

As for the "canon" three, they are busy decorating the house for Halloween at least, reader is!

"It needs to hang a little bit lower." You tell Osferth, who is perched on the ladder, holding with one hand the paper pumpkin garland, with the other the hammer. "It has to graze the door."

Your lover can't answer properly, he's keeping the nails between his lips, managing a sound akin to a grumble, before starting to work again.

18+ only under the cut! (suggestive themes)

Halloween is tomorrow and you are horribly behind with the inside decoration! Osferth started helping yesterday, as soon as he was back and Aemond is pretty useless with DIY, so you relegated him to the kitchen with the order to bake the biggest quantity of Halloween cookies that he could manage. This left you with the burnt of the work of decorating the outside and the inside of the house and you are falling behind! (no you are not, it's your anxiety talking).

"If I have to cut another pumpkin, I am taking Vhagar and come back when spring arrives!" Aemond huffs, exiting the kitchen, a solitary puff of flour on his cheek.

Neither of them understands your weird fixation for this holiday and them helping you is the testament of their love for you.

Aemond holds you from behind, his fingers looping through the holes of his ancient high school T-shirt you are wearing.

"How's the baking going?" You ask him, relaxing against his warmth. "Done. Everything is cooling down and will be ready to be put in the food containers in no time."

Osferth climbs down the ladder and leaves the hammer on the nearest table: he's decided you three are done for the day. Swiftly he heads towards you, before you can escape Aemond's arms, and proceeds to hug you as well, your two chests touching.

"Boys, come on!" You say, trying to evade the two of them. "There's still so much to do!" "There's not." Osferth gently takes your chin in between index finger and thumb. "The outside is the perfect spooky house, the food is done and we have enough candy to rot the teeth of all the neighborhood children. As for the inside, I've hanged everything and all the Halloween trinkets are where they are supposed to." "But..."

Your protests are cut short by Aemond's lips on your neck, leaving gentle kisses that make goosebumps blossom.

"You need to stop stressing." Oh, his hands are traveling north, circling your rib cage, warm and big and perfect. "Everything is perfect." "It is." Osferth gently removes the T-shirt, to marvel at your naked breasts on display. "You've outdone yourself, my love. You need a reward."

He needs to give himself a pat in the back: he's managed to speak even though your breasts are on his face. But that's for later.

You want to protest, but both their hands are on your chest, massaging your cleavage and playing with your pert nipples and their lips are on your neck, their kisses and bites turn your legs into jelly and flat line your brain: you can only pant and moan as they explore your body.

Cold air hits you when Osferth falls on his knees, and your realize your trousers and panties are gone. He looks hungry, his hands on your thighs help you spread your legs for him as you try to say something, but you are stopped.

"Shh, my love. I've always preferred this kind of candy."

Everythig taglist: @hightowhxre

Poly taglist: @notyour-valentine​, @fan-goddess, @aegonx

[majestic-ruiqing]

Hermits as Songs from the Mario Kart Wii OST

(yes specifically Wii, not mariokart 8. Their rendition of moo moo meadows is bad)

Bdubs- Maple Treeway (pretty song for the man with pretty builds. who am I kidding, all their builds are pretty lol. still think this one is vibey and suits him)

Beef- Moo Moo Meadows (yes, I think the chill vibes fit him, it's not just because there are cows. It's maybe a little bit just because there are cows)

Cleo- Luigi Circuit and Mario Circuit (first off, can't believe they used the same song for two courses. second off, nice song with interesting stuff going on throughout. she can have two courses, as a treat)

Cub- GBA Battle Course 3 (funky beat with higher energy and also just plain fun)

Doc- Grumble Volcano (spooky ominous song for the man who insists on playing a villain lol, but there's still more to it to make the song interesting)

Etho- N64 DK's Jungle Parkway (can't believe this man always builds in a jungle. same tune all the way through reflects his consistency in content [I mean this in a good way lol, his videos are great])

False- Rainbow Road (pretty song, gives me the sort of grand feeling that reminds me of her s9 base)

Grian- Chain Chomp Roulette (I don't know how to explain it but half the tune sounds like it's a satire of the funky chicken dance. Kinda baffling but still a good time)

Gem- Coconut Mall (a lot of fun but not overwhelmingly chaotic, iconic)

Hypno- SNES Battle Course 4 (look man idk, it's literally past midnight and this is what I'm doing. it fits his vibe I think)

Impulse- DS Delphino Square (good song with a lot going on, but balances it all very well)

Iskall- GCN Mario Circuit (great song with just the right amount of funk to it to keep things interesting)

Jevin- GBA Shy Guy Beach (got me boppin my head man, very pleasant tunes)

Joe- SNES Ghost Valley 2 (less a song and more like two minutes of spooky noises being strung together, which sounds like the kind of bit he'd commit to. Beetlejhost)

Joel- Moonview Highway (high energy, kinda crazy, lots of fun and great vibes)

Keralis- GCN Peach Beach (matches his tropical vibe this season)

Mumbo- Koopa Cape (kinda weird. kinda funky. half of it sounds like it's underwater, who comes up with this stuff)

Pearl- Mushroom Gorge (bouncy, lots of personality, lots of layers to the music and lots of layers to the detailing in her builds)

Ren- Aqua Resort (a banger, keeps things insteresting all the way through, a lot of fun)

Scar- GCN Cookie Land (not just because of the cookie shop lol. bouncy tune, a good time for Mr. Goodtimes)

Skizz- Finished Race [First Place] Results (not a course related song but still a banger, giving it to him because he deserves first place, and because I've only got good memories associated with it)

Stress- Daisy Circuit (pretty song, fairly chill with just a bit of a kick to it, reminds me of her brand of chaos)

Tango- Toads Factory (very industrial, fits his base this season. I was tempted to give it to Doc though)

TFC- Wario's Gold Mine (while a chiller track would probably fit him better, we're settling for the Mine One. Still a good song though)

Wels- N64 Mario Raceway (a bit calmer as far as some of these songs go, but no less interesting and fun for it)

xB- DK Snowboard Cross (calm. vibey. could have half his house blown up in demise and still be cool about it)

Xisuma- Block Plaza (fun, and the blocky noise reminds me of tech-related kinda stuff. not exactly reflective of his more naturey build style, but does relate a bit to his minecraft update videos or redstone work)

Zed- Dry Dry Ruins (much like this song randomly switching to a completely different song halfway through, I never know what he'll be doing next)

Playlist of the songs if anyone cares enough to listen to it and tell me why I'm wrong lol, but given I spent several hours on this and most people don't listen to the mario kart wii soundtrack for fun, I'm willing to assume I'm in safe waters

[jaxteller87]

Rotten Pumpkins 2

It was a few days before Halloween, and Jax had decided that our little girl, Mary, needed to carve pumpkins. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I watched him set up the table with the cool autumn sun casting a warm glow over our backyard. “You really think this is gonna work?” I teased.

Jax glanced up, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hey, if I tell her we’re using cookie cutters instead of carving them, we might just dodge the pumpkin guts fiasco.” He smirked, remembering last year’s messy disaster when Mary had squealed with elation at the sight of the gooey insides.

I had to admit, he was onto something. Our girl had a flair for the dramatic, especially when it came to anything messy. “Come on, love bug!” I called out when I heard the school bus rumble down the street. “Me and Daddy have a surprise for you and your brother!”

Mary burst through the door, her backpack slung over one shoulder, her face lighting up as she spotted Jax. “Daddy! Thank you!” she squealed, launching herself into his arms.

“You’re welcome, princess,” he chuckled, ruffling her hair before setting her down. The moment was sweet, a slice of normalcy in our chaotic lives.

“So, Daddy thought of something special,” he began, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as he sat her down at the table. Thomas was still in his high chair with his big, innocent eyes. “What do you think about making some spooky pumpkins?”

The kids exchanged excited glances, their giggles filling the air as they reached for the cookie cutters. Jax helped Thomas, gently guiding his tiny hand as he pressed the shape into the pumpkin. “Look, Mama! I did it!” Mary beamed, her little face glowing with pride as she showed off the cat shape she’d cut.

“Good job, love bug!” I praised, unable to resist the infectious joy of the moment. Jax and I exchanged a glance and smiled. 

As Mary continued to push cookie cutters into the soft pumpkin flesh, I found myself grinning from ear to ear. “You know, when I was a kid, we carved pumpkins too. But it was a lot messier,” I said, trying to keep the mood light.

“Yeah? I bet it wasn’t half as fun as this!” Jax replied, his laughter a comforting sound. I watched him engage with the kids, effortlessly slipping into the role of “cool dad,” a stark contrast to the world we usually inhabited.

Just then, the front door swung open, and Opie walked in, his usual laid-back demeanor shifting to amusement as he spotted us. “What’s going on here? A pumpkin party without me?”

“Hey, Ope! You’re just in time!” I grinned, motioning him over. “Join us! We’re making masterpieces!”

“Masterpieces, huh?” he replied, crossing his arms as he leaned against the counter. “Let’s see what you’ve got, little artists.”

With Opie’s encouragement, the atmosphere grew even more playful, laughter echoing through the yard as they took turns showing off their creations. The warmth of the moment wrapped around us, a temporary escape from the dark realities we often faced.

Jax leaned closer, brushing my shoulder with his, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “This is what it’s all about, right?”

I nodded, my heart swelling with affection. “Yeah, it really is.”

Just as the kids were putting the finishing touches on their pumpkins, the familiar rumble of motorcycles tore through the autumn breeze like a gunshot. I glanced up, my heart racing as I recognized the sound. “Oh no,” I muttered under my breath.

“Who is it?” Jax asked, catching my apprehension.

“Clay and Gemma,” I replied, my stomach twisting in knots. I wasn’t the biggest fan of Clay, but this was news that was new to no one. He had a way of getting under my skin, and with everything going on, I wasn’t in the mood for his so-called charm. But before I could voice my concerns, the front door swung open, and they stepped inside, Gemma’s presence immediately brightening the room.

“Look what the cat dragged in!” Gemma exclaimed, her arms outstretched as she entered. “You guys making some Halloween magic?”

“Hey, Gem,” Jax greeted, pulling her in for a quick hug.

Clay sauntered in behind her, a relaxed smile on his face. “What’s up, kiddos?” he asked, his voice smooth as silk. Mary and Thomas practically lit up at the sight of him.

“Daddy! Clay’s here!” Mary shouted, running over to him.

“Hey there, little lady! Looking good!” Clay crouched down, giving her a playful wink. I felt a knot in my stomach tighten further as I watched. “You almost knocked old grandpa over! You’re getting strong!” he said, lifting her up above his head as she giggled like a giddy schoolgirl.

“Thomas, how about you?” Clay turned to our youngest, who was still diligently pushing a cookie cutter into a pumpkin. “Need a hand with that?”

“Yeah!” Thomas chirped, his eyes wide with excitement. “Help me, Pap!”

“Let’s see what you’ve got, little man,” Clay said, kneeling beside him, genuinely interested in his work.

I exchanged a glance with Jax, who gave me an encouraging nod and a subtle thumbs up. I was still on edge, but seeing how much the kids adored Clay softened my apprehension a little.

Gemma approached from behind and laid her hands on my shoulders like a masseuse. “So, the pumpkin party seems to be going well, but how about you? You doin’ okay, sweetie?”

“Yeah. I’ve been pretty well,” I admitted, trying to shake off my unease. “Just enjoying some family time.”

“Good to hear,” she replied, nodding approvingly at everyone’s handiwork. “You guys are doing great. I can’t wait to see how these pumpkins turn out when they’re finished!”

As everyone got settled into carving, I noticed Clay slipping away from the group, his expression shifting to something more serious. I felt a pang of worry and quickly called Jax over. “Hey, where’s Clay going?” I asked quietly. “You think he’s doing club stuff here?”

Jax shrugged, glancing in the direction Clay had vanished. “If he’s conducting club business in the house, it’s just how it goes.”

I frowned, crossing my arms. “But can’t he at least keep it out of our home? It’s ruining the moment.”

Jax’s gaze softened as he placed a hand on my shoulder. “I get it, babe. But you know how it is— the club’s the club. Just put it out of your head and try to enjoy the time we’re spending together, okay? Don’t let something as simple as a phone call send you into a shitty mood..”

I sighed, accepting his point. “You’re right. Let’s just focus on the kids.”

We turned back to the backyard just as Clay returned, a casual smile on his face that made me wary. For all I knew, he just secured a gun deal from the comfort of my porch— or worse yet, maybe he just put a hit out on someone. I was still on edge, but I could see the kids were too caught up in their fun— I did my best to focus on that and put anything negative as far from my mind as I could.

About thirty minutes later, laughter filled the backyard as Mary and Thomas excitedly showed off their cookie-cutter creations. That was also about the time that the unmistakable roar of motorcycles thundered through the neighborhood, making me jump.

“Great,” I muttered, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. “More company.”

Jax noticed my discomfort and just smiled, his nonchalance aggravating me further. “Don’t worry, darlin’; it just sounds like the guys. I’d know Bobby’s beater anywhere.”

Before I could lose my cool, two of the prospects rolled up in the runner van, the engine sputtering to a stop at the back gate of the yard. They jumped out, looking as eager as ever, and opened the van doors to reveal a massive pallet box overflowing with pumpkins.

“Surprise!” one of the prospects shouted, grinning as he gestured to the bounty.

The tension in my chest eased slightly as I watched the kids’ eyes widen with delight. “Look, Mama! More pumpkins!” Mary squealed, jumping up and down.

“Looks like the party just got bigger!” Jax chuckled, stepping forward to help them unload.

Clay caught my eye again, an amused smirk playing on his lips. He knew how easily he could rattle me, but instead of teasing, he simply nodded, acknowledging my presence in a surprisingly respectful way.

“Guess we’re all getting in on the action now,” he said, his tone light, as he approached the new arrivals. “Let’s see what you’ve got, boys!”

“Hey, look who it is! The pumpkin crew!” Tig shouted, a broad grin on his face. “You guys ready to carve some masterpieces or what?”

“Only if I get to carve the scariest one!” Juice chimed in as he grabbed a pumpkin from the pile.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see about that,” Chibs added with a smirk, giving Tig a playful shove. “Just don’t mess it up like last time, aye?”

“Last time? What happened last time?” Mary asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Oh, you don’t wanna know, sweetheart,” Tig replied, leaning down with a conspiratorial wink. “Let’s just say it involved too much whiskey and a pumpkin that looked like a nice, juicy, wet, warm….”

I loudly cleared my throat before he could say what I thought he was going to say.

“…melted candle,” he finished, winking at me.

“Eww!” Mary laughed, “a melted pumpkin candle…gross!”

“Just you wait, I’m gonna win this year!” Juice declared, brandishing a carving knife like a trophy.

“Keep dreaming, Juice,” Bobby teased, shaking his head as he settled next to the kids. “I’m the real pumpkin master here. Ya’ll ever see a jack-o-lantern carved up to look like the king?”

“You mean like King Triton from The Little Mermaid?” Mary asked.

“King Tri—” Bobby scoffed. “Jax…Amber, I love you guys, but what the hell are you teaching your kids.” He shook his head and leaned toward Mary, “The King of Rock, sweetheart…Elvis Aaron Presley…”

As the chaos of pumpkin carving unfolded, Clay found his way to my side, casually lighting up a cigar. The scent of tobacco wafted through the air, mingling with the pumpkin guts— it almost smelled…good, actually.

“Did you have something to do with this?” I asked as I gestured to the excited crowd surrounding us.

Clay took a slow puff from his cigar, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “Maybe,” he replied, his tone teasing but warm. “Just because I’m club president doesn’t mean I don’t know how to be a grandfather.”

I looked at him, surprised but appreciating the sentiment. “Thanks, Clay. The kids are having a blast.”

He nodded. “Family is important, Amber. You all are important.”

The pumpkin carving continued around us, filled with laughter and playful banter. I glanced back at Jax, who was playfully showing Thomas how to carve a face into his pumpkin.

“Alright, who’s ready to see the best pumpkin ever?” Tig shouted, holding up a lopsided creation that looked more like a sad potato than a pumpkin.

“Not even close, Tig!” Jax laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “But I’ll give you an A for effort!”

Clay chuckled beside me, and I couldn’t help but smile at how effortlessly he slipped into the role of a grandfather figure. It was a side of him I rarely saw, but one I was beginning to appreciate.

“Alright, let’s see what you all can do!” Clay called out, turning his attention back to the group.

As the laughter and excitement filled the air, I realized that maybe this chaotic family of ours could bring out the best in everyone—even in someone like Clay.

“Look, Mama! I made a scary face!” Thomas exclaimed, proudly showing off his pumpkin.

“That’s awesome, buddy!” I cheered.

The group fell into an easy rhythm, with Clay joking with the kids and helping them out while I watched from the sidelines.

In that moment, as I watched our family and the club come together, I felt a flicker of appreciation for Clay, despite my reservations. Maybe, just maybe, he could be more than the source of my stress.

[wingsofachampion]

Hey Tropius, what's your favorite story from your world?

One of my favorites from this world is a pretty spooky one about a young girl who has to fight against her "other mother" to save the people she cares about. (This one has a really pretty stop-motion movie that's a lot less spooky)

But one I'd recommend to you is a this old tale about a girl who's off on this big adventure to try and rescue her best friend from the snow queen who steals him away on a cold winter morning. It's generally more palatable and is a lot less likely to spook you if you look into it.

Oooooh, those sound super cool!

I have a bunch of favorite stories from my world, but I'll talk about the story of the very first adventure squad!

The story goes that, a very long time ago, around when the first mystery dungeons formed, a village was facing a famine. They were running out of food, and the villagers were fighting with each other over scraps.

A wise Slowking elder decided to venture into one of the recently-formed mystery dungeons, in search of some answer to the famine. To their surprise, the mystery dungeon was filled with food! Apples, berries, even cookies!

The Slowking wanted to gather the food for the village, but they were unable to withstand the dangers of the mystery dungeon, and had to retreat back to the village. They asked three adventurous young Pokemon to help gather the food, a Pikachu, an Eevee, and a Riolu, and they brought back a bountiful harvest from the mystery dungeon!

The Slowking elder was very impressed, and bestowed upon them the title of "Adventure Squad"! And they went on many more adventures, many more Pokemon were inspired to start their own adventure squads, and that's why we have adventuring teams in my world!

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Here's a fuckin' headcanon from dumb and stupid simp: mewtwos definetly make animalistic sounds

They roar, screech, purr, hiss, growl, whimper and whine, etc

The males roar and females screech, mostly because i just think it's kinda cool and hey, wouldn't it be neat if a female mewtwo roared? Or a male mewtwo screeched? They're trans twos heehoo- OOH IF A MEWTWO COULD DO BOTH THOOOO WHAT WOULD THAT MEEEEAAANNNN,,,,,,,

What do i think their roar/screech noises sound like? I'm thinking of like- spooky dooky abomination sounds like uhhh y'know the orange Teletubbie from Slendytubbies 3? That's the male mewtwo roar, and Laalaa from the same game? Female mewtwo screech. That's just my like- examples of that stuff, their cries are varied like MAD, them vocal chords be funky and different lol

Oh yeah they can also do those creepy unsettling clicking sounds- they can do s a lot of sounds actually- chirping? Yeah that too lmfao what the actual SHIT are mewtwo vocal chords wheeze-

Anyway yeah that's it, if you can guess why i made this post, i'll uhhh give you a cookie or something idfk lmao

[virdemption]

ok but like ok. longan rant.

2 years ago it was 2022. and one of the most investing crob stories ever made gets dropped on my lawn. age of dragons. probably one of if not my favorite updates i've played. and longan is my only fully maxed out legendary because they are such a cool villain. and in my top 3 fav characters.

and i play this new update because the only update i've fully played to completion since fucking spooky school experience was time relic chaos so i'm hyped af yaya.

okay. okay. okay.

the most longan dragon cookie has ever smiled in their sprites was this right here. yaya.

see how stoic this thang remains. they are happy yet they don't smile. which it's also super awesome the power of emotions in art. yes i am aware that i sound like that one quackity fan who just discovered facial expressions but. it's important to note.

because when i saw this for the first time i genuinely was so gut punched.

ALL OUR DAPROSY KEEPS BLOWING UP

how do i get them to stop looking at me like that. i have not been this jawslammed on the ground since (surprise surprise) the age of freakin dragons. i was undeniably excited to see longan dragon but to do that!? it was stuck in my head literally all day yesterday and still is right now. the way it takes one slight difference to throw me off so much. AND THEY DO THAT AFTER REWINDING THE WHOLE AREA TO THE PAST!!! MY FELLOW!!! HUH!!!

and it turned my playthrough into "are they gonna make the face again" every single fucking time they showed up on screen. i am not embarrassed to say that this is the most fucked up a game has gotten me in years.

AND I LOVE IT

i also love how i'm not on twitter because if i made this rant at all i'd get comments like "it's cookies grow the fuck up" and that one spongebob gif where they're on the rollercoaster.