#the halloween 2k19 prompts thing

[janiedean]

For the halloween thing Nancy/Steve/Jonathan carving a pumpkin?

hi anon here you go! sorry it’s cracky but XD also, SOMETIME POST.S3 obv hopper didn’t die ;) ;)

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“Whose idea was this, again?”

Nancy’s question is met with utter silence and a couple of shrugs, not that she expected anything less.

Admittedly, she should have figured that leaving those two in charge of pumpkin carving was a bad idea but they did volunteer and she had work while Steve was off shift and Jonathan still hasn’t found something new since he came back to Hawkins, so they did have the time.

Except that the pumpkin in question, right now, looks more like Swiss cheese — at least one of them had the sense to save the pulp for consumption, she supposes.

“Uhm,” Jonathan says, “technically it was my idea to say we should do something less obvious than the usual creepy smile thing, but it was his idea to carve a demogorgon’s head.”

“What?”

“Excuse me if I didn’t exactly remember the shape,” Steve mutters, turning the knife over in his hands.

“Admittedly, I remembered it wrong,” Jonathan shrugs.

“And you two couldn’t, like, draw it separately and check while carving?”

They look at each other. “Didn’t think about it,” Steve admits sheepishly. Jonathan doesn’t say anything, but she figures it would have been the exact same answer.

She looks at her wristwatch. “So,” she says, “it’s six PM, this place is going to get swamped with kids including my brother, your brother and your adoptive children, pretty much —”

“Hey, I didn’t adopt —”

“Steve, can it. All of them, plus half of the neighborhood, and I suppose we don’t even have candy to give them. Or do we?”

“I bought some before,” Jonathan says, “that shouldn’t be the problem. No way we can find a new one now, can’t we?”

“Negative,” Nancy shakes her head, “there won’t be any left.”

“We could go to the pumpkin patch,” Steve proposes, and Nancy just flat-out glares at him.

“Yes, and Merrill has our heads.”

“He has a point, though,” Jonathan says, and Nancy can’t believe he’s down with that.

“What,” she says.

“Well, you drive us there, we rush out of the car, grab one, you drive us out. Can’t be too complicated.”

“See,” Steve says, grinning, “even he sees it!”

Nancy, who had been looking forward to relaxing a bit before the inevitable trick or treating started, sighs and glares at the both of them.

“Fine,” she says, “but I’m not washing the dishes for the next two weeks.”

“Deal,” those two answer at the same damned time.

Living together really has put those two on the same wavelength, hasn’t it.

Nancy sighs and takes her keys out of her pocket.

She really hopes Merrill is out with his nephews tonight, or something.

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“Run,” Steve screams as both he and Jonathan about throw themselves in the backseat of the car with a medium-sized pumpkin in between them.

Nancy immediately presses on the accelerator and speeds out of the road as she hears Merrill freaking shooting behind them, thankfully he’s too far and he’s just doing it out of warning or something, but for fuck’s sake —

“Couldn’t you have stuck to the sides of the damned field?”

“All the pumpkins on the sides were half-rotten,” Steve says, as if that is a valid justification for almost getting himself shot.

“Jesus,” she groans, “we’re not fourteen anymore or have you forgotten it?”

“Well,” Jonathan says, catching his breath, his hand moving over Steve’s wrist, “that wasn’t so bad. I mean, I didn’t do that when I was fourteen.”

“It’s not the kind of teenage experience you couldn’t have done without!” Nancy tries to protest as she speeds out into the highway back to Hawkins, feeling very thankful that both Joyce and Hopper disappeared at his cabin and they won’t be there to ask them where the hell they found another pumpkin at five PM on October 31st.

“I don’t know,” Steve grins back, “it seemed like he was having fun. I mean, it was definitely more fun than going under that patch, anyway.”

“When we’re back,” Nancy says, “I am carving the thing, you two make soup for the next two weeks with all of the pulp we’ll have left and I sure as hell hope it’s good.”

“Hey, I could cook when I was fourteen, thank you very much,” Jonathan says, letting his head fall against the backseat.

“I’ll cut you the vegetables,” Steve groans, catching his breath, an arm still half around the pumpkin.

“Deal,” Jonathan says, and Nancy can see that their hands are clasped together.

She half-smiles.

She’ll make sure they thoroughly apologize for almost getting them all arrested later.

For now, she’ll just make sure neither of them gets even close to the damned pumpkin, and next year she’s not letting them near it either.

End.

[inagetawaycarxo]

Just in case you were wondering this is my current writing list atm (basically it's all Halloween) and I might have to post some in November but it's all good

- Anon:Can I request smut for Alpha!Jake Gyllenhaal and Omega! reader?

- Anon:Yooo dude i'm so down for heat au with Tom like he's a werewolf and reader is human and he just met her a few days ago but she smells terrific and can't help to take her back home... Honestly do whatever, I'm just a hoe for this

- Anon: hi!!! could i request smut/nsfw about vampire!tom feeding off of human!reader and its like super hot even if he feels bad about it, bc she enjoys it so no problem?? like friends with benefits but vampire version lol and whatever else u wanna add ;)

- Anon:CEO au! With ceo!jake gyllenhaal and assistant!reader headcannons please

- Anon:Hanahaki disease au! With Jake Gyllenhaal where reader is the one with the disease

- Anon:Can I request for A/B/O Dynamic for Alpha!Jake G. x Omega!Reader when reader in heat?

- taintedlove-du-du submitted:For your Halloween requests How about some cockwarming with mob boss Bucky while he is in a meeting and then he throws you on the table and fucks you until you can't walk anymore I'm just a sucker for mob boss Bucky ,it's ok if you don't want to write it ❤️

- Anon:forbidden love mj x fem reader? ☺️

- Anon:Could you a request (it's from your Halloween list) about Tom finding out that his girlfriend is a demigod. Angst and Fluff ?

- Requested By Ambrollins123 & Xxmlizz: I was thinking Reader x Adam Cole take their daughter out for her Halloween and they post on social media of their costumes later on they have a Halloween party with their friends and co worker // May I request one for Adam cole? I don't really have any ideas besides a Halloween themed paper view or a Halloween party

- harleymoxley: Jimmy Uso x female reader fluff Sentence starter: "Did you turn out the lights?", "No-", "Then we have a problem" pretty please 🙏

- Anon + braceface_lay + thejoker112: Can I request a Halloween imagine? If it's possible can I request a Finn Balor "Care to make a deal with the devil"? He's been so cute as of late and I think it would fit him perfectly. You da best😘 Much love💜 + "Who's brilliant idea was it to summon a demon?" {2}

- Anon: Hi I was wondering if you would do the Roman Reigns Halloween one? Where your a flapper and he's a gangster? Please and thank you

- You find out Roman is a werewolf after he saves you from a dangerous situation.

- Anon: For the Halloween Themed requests: Can I request a Roman Reigns Fluff where the reader (his gf) convinces him to go ghost hunting with her because she's really into supernatural/paranormal things & when they start to get activity while investigating she gets excited, but Roman starts to get a little spooked & thinks she's just messing with him or something, but she's really not which at that point he's just like I'm out, but she refuses to leave & finishes the investigation by herself~.

- harleymoxley: For the Halloween 🎃 prompt can I get a Jey Uso x Female reader smut Sentence starter: "You look so sexy in that costume" And one with..

- taryndibiase: For the Halloween story- Roman Reigns; Halloween Party; "You look so sexy in that costume". Smutty goodness, please! Maybe he's Superman and she's Wonder Woman?

- Anon: "Give her back to me." w/ triple h? somehow the reader ends up possessed by something and this man is furious at whatever it is.

- Anon: Halloween Request Prompt; Asylum Sentence Starters/Prompts; "Who's brilliant idea was it to summon a demon?" "Miss Me?" "I thought you were dead." with dead reader. and the shield, who all four was together until the reader died.

Feel free to request Halloween stuff from either this Halloween prompt list or the 2k19 one

Request here or submit here {only if you have a certain gif or [gif as well as a request] in mind if not then request in my ask box}

🎃

[queenofdenest]

Prompt: 1. “It will be fun, trust me.” Fandom:Hetalia. Characters: aph e.stonia. aph l.atvia.  Warnings/Tags: Interchangeable human/nation names used. Pairings: None. Summary: A conversation on the way to a haunted house.

A/N: So I’m sorta-but-not-really-but-kinda participating in fi.ctober 2k19, slightly. it’s less official because i’m terrified if i make it official and i don’t complete it, i’ll just be so disappointed with myself so i’m not tagging any of that. it’s just for you guys and myself. anyway, likes, reblogs, tell me what you think. all mistakes are my own. 

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Raivis shook as he followed Eduard up the street, “I’m not sure I want to go to a haunted house,” he said, pulling his sweater closer to him.

It was mildly cold in New York, where the rest of the nations had convened to get ready for Mr. America’s Halloween party that was thrown every year. Normally most nations waited to get together until a few days before any major holiday – sometimes even waiting until they had only enough time to take the plane to wherever they needed to go – but this year, Mr. America had decided to host them all for the entire month of October.

It was causing some trouble. Namely, most people had fallen bored after seeing as much of New York City as they cared for. Raivis had let himself be dragged around to all the sites that Eduard had trouble seeing during official meetings.

“Raivis--” Eduard held the ‘a’ until the slightly younger looking nation shot him a look. “A haunted house is exactly what we need. We’ll get some spooks and then by the time it’s time for Mr. America’s Halloween party – which I heard from Tino, who heard from Rootsi, who heard from Taani that it’s going to be held in a real haunted location – you won’t be scared!”

The nation of Latvia held back a sigh. There was far too many ‘heard froms’ not enough actual information. “But haunted houses are jump-scare based!” Everyone got scared when some stranger jumped out of nowhere and yelled at them. It was common sense.

“It’ll be fun,” Eduard said, waving off his worries, “trust me!”

Or well, with a side eye, it was common sense.“I do trust you,” Raivis began, “But-”

Eduard paused in his steps, turning to face him, “If you really, really don’t want to go, then we can instead go to the library or a movie, but I really think this will be fun.”

Raivis frowned. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go, it was just that he wasn’t sure he, y’know, wanted to go. “Where’s Taurys?” He asked instead, ignoring the droll look the other gave him.

“Taurys is going with Feliks to find a Halloween costume,” he answered, shaking his head as he did so. “You’d think he’d already have one when he opted to come to a Halloween party.

There went the only way out of going, Raivis thought as he nodded his head, “Well then I guess I don’t mind going,” he said after a moment. “Though I think you’re far too excited about getting jump-scared.”

Eduard smiled brightly. “I love scary things,” he replied, grabbing Raivis’ wrist, yanking the handmade sweater slightly. Raivis glared at the hand slightly. He quite liked the sweater and the way Eduard was pulling him, the elasticity would be harmed. “Not as much as Tino, mind you, but there’s something about Halloween that reminds me of the good old days when I’d walk around amongst my people and we’d worship nature and the gods and--” 

“So like last week?” Raivis rolled his eyes. The way Estonia went on about magic and nature and the old gods and the forest witches and the other weird things to come out of his country left Raivis’ head swimming with useless information. “Aren’t there enough crossroads to summon the devil here?” 

Eduard forced out a breath. “You have six toes and belong in a zoo,” he muttered under his breath before adding louder, “You can’t just summon the devil at any old crossroads and you know my mythology isn’t the only one that’s weird.” 

“My mythology is fine,” Raivis argued, all fear of the haunted house erased, “You believe in kleptomaniac sticks coming to life.” 

“Kratts aren’t kleptomaniac sticks brought to life.” Eduard’s face went bright red, letting go of Raivis as he did so. “They’re - well - you know what, I’m not going to be judged by someone who believes that the souls of dead children cause sleep paralysis.” 

“It’s a thing!” Raivis shook his head. “You are just uncultured.” 

“This coming from someone with six toes.” Eduard scoffed, rolling his eyes as he did so. “I think I’ll take being uncultured over having six toes.” 

“I do not have six toes!” Raivis frowned, “I will take my boot off and show you my normal toes right now if you don’t take that back.” 

“If you do that then we’ll miss the haunted house,” Eduard said, pulling out his phone. “It’s bad enough the New York subway runs on magical invented time, we don’t need to add extra minutes to you fumbling with your shoes.” 

“Well then take it back,” Raivis said, cheeks burning slightly. Now that he was flushed from annoyance, he was able to notice that it was a mite colder than he thought it was originally. “And aren’t you cold? You aren’t even wearing a sweater.” 

“I’m not taking it back: you have six toes, no manners, and you’re myths are weird--” He paused and smiled slightly, “I’m not cold either because I made sure to wear that really warm undershirt that Taurys made for me - unlike you.” 

Raivis groaned, “I completely forgot about that!” The undershirt was, Raivis assumed, was blessed or something because no matter how cold it go, it never stopped keeping him warm - not even last Christmas where Mr. Russia forced everyone to go to his home to celebrate it. Turning his eyes to glare at Eduard, he said, “You know, if you told me you were going to be dragging me out of the hotel, I would’ve worn it.” 

“Well what did you think we were doing when I said I wanted to go somewhere?” Eduard asked, confusion on his face. 

“Tino’s room? The sauna room? The rooftop bar?” Raivis could go on and on about the different places he expected. “You could’ve decided to go back to Time Square to figure out if you really hate it as much as you said you do when we first got here.” 

“No.” Eduard shook his head, “I really hate it. Too many people and so many of them trying to talk to you or interact with you or -- I don’t know any of them, why would I do any of that?” 

And Taurys called him antisocial when he refused to leave after getting hooked onto a new book series. 

“And Time Square is still outside.” Eduard added as he pulled Raivis down the steps to the subway platform.

Raivis made a face. Stupid not-brothers and their stupid ideas. Stupid haunted houses.

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Notes: Rootsi = Swe.den Taani = Den.mark Kratts are literally kleptomaniac sticks brought to life, thank you very much, watch November if you don’t believe me. Also don’t sell your soul and/or fake sell your soul to a devil at the crossroads in a forest.  The souls of dead children giving you sleep paralysis is a thing I read on some Lat.vian website, google translate might’ve lied to me, so *shrugs* tell me if I’m wrong.  Saying that Lat.vians have six toes is a thing that Eston.ians do for some reason. I don’t see how that’s an insult, but it’s a thing. Also, I’m a mainland New Yorker, so like my understanding of NYC falls are limited to the one time I went there, my mother’s recollections of the time she was there, and weather maps. Where I live, it’s currently 45°F ( 7°C) but feels colder so I’m cold. Last thing, Times Square sucks. All my family agrees. It’s just touristy and boring and there’s way too many people trying to get your attention, or talk to you, or sell you something, or harass you, and I don’t like it. It was fine for the first five minutes I was there then I grew to hate it. So should anyone ever go there, stay for an hour at most, not a whole day.  

[ihni]

Self rec fic tag

Rules: Post your fics you are most proud of! No limit on how many, just the ones you look at and just feel so pleased that you wrote something so great! Tag as many people as you like to get them to share their own fics! 2k19 is the year we love our own fics babes!

I was tagged by @matchstickwords, and I am so happy about it because yay for fic recs (and also this is the second positive tagging game I’ve been tagged in lately and it brings joy to my heart)!

Okay, so here goes:

FICS:

Actions and reactions (Harringrove, Stranger Things) - The first time I wrote something longer, and it was surpringly easy, and the fact that it didn’t turn out like shit really surprised me. How easy it felt to write, as well as the fact that I got actual comments on it (I mostly write rhyming poetry, and am thus starved for comments), made me continue writing more fic, afterwards.

Coming back (Harringrove, Stranger Things) - Written for the Harringrove Holiday Exchange. My attempt to cram as much of my person’s likes into one fic made me write the longest fic I had ever written, back then, and I learned a lot while writing it. I am actually so pleased with how it turned out.

About Apologies (Billy-centric, Stranger Things) - A shorter fic in three parts, and each part is different from the others. It was an experiment, and it turned out weird, maybe, but it was so much fun to write and I don’t dislike it at all, actually.

Toy Soldiers (Stranger Things) - Is 97% a self-indulgent fic - and coincidentally the longest fic I’ve ever written! :D It’s basically the plot of the 1991 movie Toy Soldiers, but with the Stranger Things characters (some things are exactly the same, some things are changed). I just ... woke up and wanted to read it, and figured that no one else would probably write it so I had to write it myself. It won’t win a Nobel prize, exactly, but damn it was fun to imagine. :)

RHYMES (in no particular order):

Behind the grin (Billy-centric, Stranger Things) - I like character-based rhymes, and I like Billy Hargrove, so this basically wrote itself. I am pleased with the way it turned out, with the first and the last stanzas, and the way the rhymes repeat themselves.

The Niffler (The Niffler-centric, Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them) - I am so pleased with this one, because it turned out so cute! I love reading through it because it flows so easily in my mind.

Kill, kill, kill (The church scene, Kingsman) - Okay, real talk; I fucking love that church scene in Kingsman. It’s so violent, but it’s like a dance, and it leaves me in awe. I saw it, and had to write it in rhyme! :D And it turned out great, if I say so myself. I especially like the break at the end.

On picking up strays (Guardians of the galaxy) - Written for a prompt that inspired me greatly. I wanted to tell a story in a funny way through rhyme, and I think I did okay! (Also someone read it into a podfic which blew my mind - I still have it on my phone and I always grin like a madwoman when I get to listen to it)

Waking the dragon (The Hobbit) - One of the ones I like the most, to be honest. I love how it flows, I love how it sounds when I read it to myself, and I love how it’s short and uncomplicated, but feels so complete. I just. Really like this one. *toots my own horn*

Loki’s anger (Loki-centric, Thor etc) - Like I said, I like character-based stuff, and Loki is a favourite of mine. This is an older one (wrote it in 2012), but Loki is just so much fun to play with. He’s got the potential to go in any direction. I still like this one a lot.

A Scene (The Karate Kid) - Basically the Halloween fight scene from the first movie. I had read a lot of poetry back then and thought I’d try something new, so it’s less organized, rhyme-wise, than what I normally write. Kind of an experiment. But it remains a favorite, because I like the beat of it (it’s there, even though it’s not obvious).

Aaaand that’s that! And, like, about tagging ... I honestly want you all to do this, because I want to know what you’ve written and what you like about it and why (just, please please please, consider yourself tagged if you’ve seeing this!), but just for fun I’ll tag @lemonlovely, @mikajupiterjonesingtimcurryfeet, @bornwithoutsin, @aphroditestummyrolls, @dobetterbillyhargrove, @jaune-chat, @thisnewdevilry and @letshargroovetonight - but honestly, all of you writers; do yourselves (and me) a favor and do this! I wanna see your stuff!

[moonwolfhowl]

Yuletide 2k19 edition

Hiyo, first off I’m moonwolfhowl on tumblr and nightmoonz on AO3. I’m really excited that you got me and I just want to thank you so much in advance and I really hope you have fun with this!!

Secondly, here are a couple things that I like and dislike, (and some prompts but you can take ‘em or leave ‘em). If you’re not 100% sure on if something is or isn’t my deal my ask box is open and the anon option is turned on.  

Ratings: I prefer through T-M, but tbh I’m pretty easy so if you wanna go up to E feel free ^__^“’

Likes, Loves and DNWs:

Likes and Loves!

AUs! No, seriously, every kind of AU

Humor! Especially: sarcasm, witty banter, etc…

Angst and hurt/comfort are awesome!

Slow Burns

MUTUAL PINING and/or SEEMINGLY unrequited feels

idiots to lovers, this can either be enemies to lovers or friends to lovers. sort of related to the point straight above XD

found families

Fake relationship/dating/marriage you know for a cover/mission/(fill in the blank)

Bed Sharing

Sex Pollen

“In Vino Veritas” 

Happy Endings!!

Squicks/DNWs (do not wants):

Character Bashing

Abuse of any kind

Cheating

Actual unrequited feelings

Harm to animals

Non-Con

Incest

Mpreg

Major Character Death

Scat and/or Watersports

2nd and 1st person perspective

Spiders especially Tarantulas, this is a huge trigger for me

Okay! I’m gonna put a break here because this is a long post and all prompts/ideas are below.

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Alrighty, so these are just some silly prompts or ideas that you can take from or totally ignore altogether! It’s really just some ideas that you can look to if you’re stuck or need a jumping off point.  And man, like if you already had an idea? Please feel free to go with that instead, I just want you to have fun  = ^__^ =  

Also again, if you have any questions the anon option is turned on for my ask box.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOctopath Traveler - Therion, Tressa Colzione, Cordelia Ravus, and Leon Bastralle

Oh boy this game. I have no words that can even describe how much I LOVE this game. The storytelling was fantastic and I got really invested in not just the main 8 but in all of the minor/side characters too. I know I have Therion, Cordelia, Tressa and Leon specifically but if you want to throw in any of the other characters in the tagset you totally can, same with any side ships (here’s looking **You don't have to include ALL the characters I selected here in your fic, you can mix them up or follow a prompt I have. I only request that you include at least one of the ones picked here <3

I’m kind of open to anything but if you do need a jumping off point (and/or want to see me gush over my favs) check out the prompts below

Therion - I love him and would die for him he is my perfect little trash bandit. It kills me how he longs to belong somewhere but is equally afraid of it for very good reasons. Because of this he’s so heavily guarded and *sobs* his reactions to people (the 8 and Cordelia) genuinely caring about his wellbeing? It just hrrk! I’m so happy I started with him, that I got to see his growth throughout the story and how his emotional wounds finally seem like they’re on their way to healing. Tressa - My adorable little gremlin, she’s such a little badass! While money may be on her mind a lot she’d never cheat anyone! She’s genuinely kind and her travel adventure is so interesting because it’s about exploring the world, experiencing new places—and while she has a certain understanding of this—she learns the true meaning of sentimental value in things. I love her so much. Leon - I love how much of his character is wrapped up in some mystery and that he seems like a tortured but mature soul (as you can see I have a type.) Cordelia - I love Cordelia and she is entirely underrated. She’s been through quite a lot and her faith in my best boy helped him come back into the world able to to trust and love people again. She’s very soft and caring and now that her stolen heirlooms have been restored to her she can come back into the world herself.

Gen ideas:

Tressa and Therion teasing TF out of each other doesn’t matter what about or who about. I just love them and they have such a brosis vibe

Tressa spear fishing and shocking Therion or everyone by it, you can add any and/or all of the characters in the tag. (Inaccurate Tressa, "What? I live in a Port Town my dudes.”)

I know this is cheesy but Therion having his first Apple Pie would destroy me ; __ ; it can be when he’s little or an adult, AU, Canonverse or Canon divergent it can be a Birthday treat to himself, it can be the first thing he pays for with money he earned on his own. If you want to include any character my sign up sheet or want to include any other octo character(s) that’s fine too!

Shippy ideas (which I’m a little more into but whatever you are comfortable with is a-okay by me):

Cordelia Ravus/Therion (Thordelia)

THEM *SWOONS* I just love them, Cordelia helps my baby boy trust in people again and brings happiness back to his world… and he has so much respect for her I’m just— ; __ ; I just love them

Actor & Author relationship: AU, Canonverse or Canon divergent you name it!

Again Tressa teasing TF out of Therion but specifically about Cordelia (esp after his chapter good god. *swoon*)

Cordelia’s POV on her Noble Thief

Anything post game like I wouldn’t mind seeing her rebuilding Bolderfall, visiting each layer of the city and helping it thrive

Fake Dating. Any Setting XD

The “I’m supposed to take out the target but I fell for them instead” is also very good

Tressa Colzione/Leon Bastralle

; w ; their relationship and care for each other—like Thordelia’s—makes my heart melt

Any kind of them traveling together and developing feels on the open seas post game

Her being his apprentice and learning from him while teaching him some new things

Does Leon have a thing for the arts? Is that why he’s particularly enamored endeared to Tressa spotting the painting?

yeah ngl anything, my thirst is real

A Very Shippy and utterly ridiculous prompt. Tressa x Leon (Treon? Lessa?) and/or Thordelia (however if you wanna include other side ships like Olberhardt or H’aanit x Ophilia for example you can go for it!)

Masquerade! Can be Canonverse, Canon Divergent or AU!

A Masquerade ball in which: 

They can either know each other beforehand or not

Halloween Party, Adults, College AU

idk this is just something to have fun with and hey lol if you wanna make it more mature feel free

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Promare - Lio, Galo, Gueira, Meis

Man this movie messed me up and all the right ways. Honestly one of the most chilling things was to see all of the Burnish being used as engine fuel… I like—ngl I cried, and then when Lio gets used as the core? ; __ ;

Honestly I will be happy with anything you come up with, there are so many possibilities just know that a heavy angst fic is A-okay by me, but if you want to do a flufflier or humor fic those are also so Very VERY good. I have some ideas below but again like if you have an idea in mind or started something by viewing my likes list go for it!

**You don't have to include ALL the characters I selected here in your fic, you can mix them up or follow a prompt I have. I only request that you include at least one of the ones picked here <3

Lio - Um yes I love him. He’s just such a tortured soul and true cares about people. I like—honestly he is my favorite character. The way he used his flame to protect Galo? How hard he fights for the Burnish? How hard Gueira and Meis fight for him and stop at nothing to save him speaks volumes about the kind of person he is. I just love him and want him to have nice things

Galo - This wonderful brilliant dumbass. I also love him and despite me calling him a dumbass he’s actually pretty with it when it comes to adapting to his environment. He also takes in new information and rather than reject it out right he examines it critically. Like the way he approached Kray about the Burnish experiments was not the smartest… However, he still went to find the truth no matter how much it could have hurt him and that really defines what kind of guy he is.

Gueira & Meis - So unfortunately we didn’t get to see much of these two but what we did get to see was GOLD. I love them, I love how they fight so hard to protect their fellow burnish and how loyal they are to Lio. Like omg when the Burnish were being rounded up but they used the last of their strength to save Lio, believing—knowing that he would come back for them? *hrrk* My heart.

So okay!!! Ideas and/or prompts! Again you don’t have to use these if you don’t want to <3

Anything Shippy with Lio and Galo + hurt/comfort?? 10/10

An AU where the Promare gift the Burnish with their “fire bending” abilities permanently

Anything found family esp if it's adopting Lio's litter fam with Galo's ; w ;

I'd love to see what was going on with Gueira/Meis while they were locked up side by side. What did they talk about? Their faith in Lio? Them possibly growing up with Lio? Their feels for each other? And honestly you can go as angsty as you want to with this.

Gueira & Meis being over protective (big bros) of their boss and bestie Lio. (Poor Galo lmao)

Feel free to include any other characters you want from the tag set or canon in general ^___^ 

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Crescent Moon - Any

Ah… my poor beautiful tiny manga fandom… I love this 6 volume series so much. The storytelling can be fast paced at times but it doesn't even phase me considering how detailed and intricate the themes, lore, relationships and monsters & magic are. For this fandom anything goes, like any AUs, tropes, canon compliant or divergent is all welcome here.

Bonus points if you have your own take of the song/legend: “Princess Princess why do you cry?”

If you want to make a fic about the Princess and the Demon boy when they were kids, or have any fic at all featuring them (kid or adult) I'm all for it.

I love Mahiru Shiraishi/Mitsuru Suou they are such little disasters anything with them would be amazing but I’m a multishipper so if you have a ship that isn't them and you've been dying to write your ship? Write your ship! I'd love to read it!!! 

And anything including Akira is god tier - he is the bestest boy. 

I’m sorry I know this prompt is very open ended and very vague but like I’d just be happy with anything

[janiedean]

Ned and Cat reunion, Ned as some without-head nondead and Cat as Lady Stoneheart who finds back her softness after seeing her love again in pure horror fluff style

... I TRIED. XD

I'm coming back to her side, to put it right, undead!ned/cat, brienne, various others; r, 1,4k ca; see further tags on ao3

“How,” she manages to say, barely passing through her lips, and he shakes his head a bit, bends it down, his forehead touching hers —

Your sworn sword, she hears, even if he’s not talking.

She doesn’t ask herself how it’s happening. He shouldn’t be here anyway. She shouldn’t be here. She knows that.

She knows her eyes must have widened or she must have shown surprise. His fingers grasp at her locks.

She asked the old gods to help you. I guess they heard her.

or: in which the old gods can listen to prayers.

[janiedean]

HALLOWEEN 2019 PROMPTS TIME!

okay so I obviously don’t have the juice for serious fic so as we do every year...

if you send in horror-themed/halloween-related prompts I’m filling for sure the first ten I get and however many I can fit in before the 31st is over but I only guarantee ten for sure. obviously given the theme feel free to go for creepy shit, just no mpreg/noncon/abo thanks <3 fandoms and ships are here as usual, feel free to pick whatever (if you know I could do something that’s not on the list go for it at worst I’ll say no), this the notps page, I’ll keep you updated re whether I’m full enough with ten or if I can take more than that <3

ETA: I’ll post the last two/three days of october or all on the 31st so I’ll confirm I got them and reply when it’s time ;)

[janiedean]

I *know* vampires are usually not your thing *but* what about immortal beings in general? So Jon C as this immortal being still stuck onto R, who is long dead, and Brynden as some Van-Helsing-esque (novel-canon, not like... the 2004 movie thing) character who studies those beings but now finds out they have FEELINGS :'D

aaand here you do anon! :D

so if you meet me, have some courtesy, jonc/r, pre jonc/brynden, pg13, 1,6k ca, vampires au;

“Fine,” Brynden says, “I did search for you.”

“Finally he admits it.” The vampire moves to the stools next to the counter. The entire place is empty. Of course it is. “And why would you, oh respectable professor Tully?”

He’s not surprised that his name is known. Of course it would be.

“Because you’re the only one who survived out of that nest, and you haven’t killed a human being since Aerys Targaryen died, and that wasn’t Aerys’s modus operandi, and you’ve been out and about for fifteen years and the stories about you are… queer. To put it simply.”

The vampire raises an eyebrow and drinks from a small flask. Brynden is fairly sure there’s no whiskey in that.

“So what, you’re here to ask me a few questions and kill me?”

“I don’t kill anyone who isn’t out of control. I don’t like killing.”

have fun!

[janiedean]

Ok so this prompt is kinda weird but… it's like a Frankenstein au, where Cer×ei has Jaime killed to have Qyburn bring him back so he'll be loyal like the Mountain but it doesn't work, Jaime is still himself, but with superior strength etc, and he has a connection to the other side now so he sees like the ghost of like the tyrells, starks, etc who help him escape back to Brienne, Tyrion and the other ppl in the north to then help stop Cer×ei. J is traumatized cue comfort and recovery while with B

AAAND ANON YOU GOT THE JACKPOT FOR THIS YEAR, have the long fic of this turn and happy halloween! also: please read the ao3 tags guys XD

your broken heart and the body that holds it, jaime/brienne, jaime/cersei (noncon/abusive), jaime & tyrion, various others; frankenstein au, warning for noncon, temporary character death, body horror (check full ao3 tags for detailed warnings); nc17, 12k ca;

“Seven Hells,” that’s Clegane, has to be Clegane, “I’ll bet that’s the same kind of witchcraft that brought my fucking brother back to life, or whatever he is right now.”

Suddenly, a couple of hands are on his face, and their skin is rough but the touch is delicate, and he opens his eyes to find that he’s lying on a bed with a fire going on nearby and Brienne is kneeling behind him and his head is on her thighs and she’s holding his head up and oh, he could stare up at her forever, he could, but he knows he has to tell them —

“He’s right,” he croaks, hating how tired he sounds, “I said I would come here regardless and she had the Mountain kill me and then Qyburn brought me back. Whatever he did,” he says, breathing in, out, in, out —

All of them look horrified. Snow, Tyrion, the man who looks like the resident maester given that he has some kind of tome in his hands, Clegane, Sansa Stark, and Brienne instead looks worried out of her mind —

“Jaime,” Tyrion says, “why the fuck would she bring you back?”

[janiedean]

Hey, I wasn't sure if I should send you this because you said you already had Frankenstein-themed stuff and also I thought maybe the prompt itself was too detailed for a quick event like this and you'd rather get more general stuff, but... re: Halloween prompts - the SanSan Frankenstein!AU I prompted you a while ago? With Quyburn as Victor, Gregor as a first failed version of the monster, and Sandor as the second version and real deal. Btw, I totally understand if you don't feel like it. :)

AAAAND I TRIED. SORRY IDK WTF THIS IS but since I had a period au requested for another ship and I made the jb canon I figured this should be modern and... this happened. I HOPE IT’S GOOD XD

look at you saving my life, sansa/sandor, modern frankenstein au apparently; r-ish, 4k ca;

“Can we talk?” She asks. “Please, I just — want that. Nothing else.”

Nothing happens for a long moment.

Then she hears noise behind the next street corner. “You don’t want to,” that same voice rasps, again. Oh, that’s him.

“I do,” she says. “I figured some of it out, you know.”

“I don’t think you know anything,” the man says.

“I know that scientist they killed had his lab nearby and I know the room smelled like burned flesh — my father is running the investigation. And that there were cages somewhere. It’s not that hard to figure some of it out.”

Or: in which Sansa Stark finds herself personally caught up in her father's latest case.

[janiedean]

The Fly, except instead of a fly it's a pigeon. Crack ensues.

... anon, YOU ASKED FOR IT.

GUYS THIS IS FUCKING CRACK ON A STICK AND IDEK IF IT’S WORTH TO USE THE BODY HORROR TAG WHEN I POST IT ON AO3 BUT HERE YOU GO, IT’S TEN PAST MIDNIGHT, HAPPY FUCKING HALLOWEEN and see you all tomorrow with more serious things. probably.

“Ned, what the fuck.”

It’s telling that the moment Robert says that, no answer comes.

Then again, what the hell is Ned even supposed to be answering, since what the fuck is under everyone’s eyes right now.

Well, thankfully just Robert’s, Ned’s and Cat’s.

Whom he called in a panic after walking in on Ned’s dumbass experiment try because of course he was excited and he had to do it on his own and he couldn’t wait for Robert to come back from fucking lunch.

No, he had to try the teleportation machine himself.

And he didn’t fucking notice —

“I was caught in the moment?” The head resembling his best friends’ currently sitting atop of a gray pigeon’s neck, a pigeon currently sat in Cat’s lap, says.

“Ned, for fuck’s sake,” Robert groans, gesturing to his actual body, which is roaming the room with a pigeon head on top of its shoulders, “how could you miss a damned pigeon inside the machine?”

Pigeons shouldn’t shrug, in theory.

Somehow, Ned manages. “Touché,” he chirps.

“Aw,” Cat says, “I mean, this is — horrible, but — it’s kind of cute?”

“Cat, please,” Robert groans, “it’s not cute. It’s not cute at all. The only good thing is that they’re… both here, so if Ned helps me out with the settings we can try to reverse it. I hope.”

“… What are the bad things then?” Cat asks. “Other than not being able to reverse it.”

Robert sighs. It’s two PM. He thinks it’s not too early for heavy alcohol. Not in this case.

“That machine has a charge. It doesn’t work if it’s not full. And it takes three days to do it. So — well. I hope you have a change of clothes because we all have to make sure that — whatever that is,” he says nodding towards the body-with-a-pigeon-head still walking excitedly around the room, “doesn’t leave the room, that he doesn’t get caught by anyone and that no accidents happen in the meantime. These are the bad fucking news.”

“I suppose I can call Robb and tell him to hold up the fort,” Cat says, running a hand through Ned’s… feathers. Robert supposes. Ned coos at it.

For the love of —

“Yeah. Yeah, do that. And make sure your damned husband doesn’t fly away just to see how it feels.”

Ned has the decency to look sheepish. “How did you know I was planning to do —”

“Because I fucking know you,” Robert says. “I’ll — keep an eye on that. And I swear to fucking God, Ned Stark, when you’re back the way you’re supposed to you will owe me all the drinks and first dibs for any paper we’re going to write together before we retire.”

“All right,” Ned agrees, “that’s only fair. But I suppose you wouldn’t risk letting me fly when Cersei comes by just to —”

“As much as I’d love to see you ruining that woman’s goddamned mink fur, especially after she dumped me for fucking Rhaegar, what the hell does she even see in him, no, because if someone sees you, we’re all fucked and we’re also most likely fired. Got it?”

“… God it,” Ned chirps, sighing, while Cat keeps on caressing the back of his neck.

Fuck’s sake.

Robert is definitely opening that alcohol he had stashed in his desk before five PM.

It’s going to be some long, long three days.

[janiedean]

Hi! Not sure if it is exactly an Halloween prompt but... what if when Susannah opens that last door, it was not another world but indeed monsters and even if she fight them like hell, then she meet the real Eddie and Jake.

idk if it’s what you wanted but I tried ;) happy pre-halloween!!

She had planned on throwing that gun away.

She had.

Instead, the moment Susannah steps through the door, as it falls shut behind her, she raises it the moment she barely hears a noise that doesn’t feel quite right —

(I do not aim with my hand)

— and she’s shot right in the head one of those taheens that had been in Agul Siento, this one’s was like a hawk, and it explodes all over her, and she barely has time to feel disgusted at the feeling of blood and brains splattering all over her front, because then she has felt another and she’s shot him too as he came up to her side, this one was a Can-Too, that damned rat-head staring at her just before it went up in red, and fuck, fuck, she knows that the revolver was loaded but it only has so many bullets, doesn’t it —

(I aim with my eye)

— she breathes in, slips off her wheelchair and rolls over to her side, hiding under a nearby table and not minding that the floor is covered in blood and birdbrains, too.

She’s in the Dixie Pig. Or, one Dixie Pig. There’s a calendar on the wall where her door used to be. It says it’s November 20th, 1932.

What the fuck, she thinks, shaking her head, staring at the blank wall.

I should have stayed, she thinks, I should have stayed, even if she didn’t care for the damned tower, even if only because Eddie would have wanted her to see it, and instead she’s trapped here, and —

She doesn’t know what the fuck happened, this isn’t where she was supposed to go.

But fine.

Fine.

(I do not shoot with my hand)

She assesses the situation. The room is empty, which means that for now she’s safe. For now, because surely someone heard the noise. She has four rounds left — not enough for sure. The last time she was in this fucking place, it was full to the brink.

There’s also the issue of which Dixie Pig she’s in, but she doubts she’s in the keystone world. It would make no sense to send her here when she had wanted everything but.

She drew happiness on that door. There is no fucking way her happiness is the Dixie Pig in the thirties. But she can’t go back so she can only go forward. She rolls out from her hiding spot — she’s in of those private rooms on the ground floor, and the only ways out are the door and a window. She punches the table’s leg so that it crashes down to the ground — there are two knives that fall along with a plate.

She catches it before it can break, holding it to her chest, straps the knives in her belt and contemplates climbing back on the chair, except that a moment later the door opens —

(I shoot with my mind)

— and she aims for the next taheen’s throat the moment it crosses inside the room with the plate. It falls back, throat cut, this one had a crow’s head, which means that the ones behind him are halted. She aims, shoots, praying she can catch more than one with one bullet, and another crow’s head explodes on the doorstep. Someone screams, another body falls down on the ground and she can’t hear anything else.

For now.

Fuck.

Well, now she is still fucked, because there is no way she can move those bodies out of the way enough to use the chair, but if she gets out of the window without it, she’d be without it, in New York, in the thirties, with just four rounds in that gun left.

Somehow, that sounds like a recipe for disaster.

She could climb over the bodies and walk out in the hallway, but that wouldn’t make things better.

She supposes one of those rooms had a secret passage, but good luck figuring out which was it and if it’s this one.

I should have stayed, she thinks again. She aims the moment she hears more noise.

Another two rat-heads show up. She throws a knife in each of their heads, then climbs over the bodies to retrieve them and shoots another bird taheen running towards her. Good thing there aren’t vampires here, for now, not that they wouldn’t smell her considering that she’s covered in blood from head to toe.

Shit.

She shakes her head, climbs over the bodies, falls on her hands on the other side. The hallway is empty, until another taheen makes its way from her left — she shoots it, then another, and shit, she’s pretty much out of bullets, and she only has the knives now —

(I do not kill with my gun)

— and when another few with a rat head show up she figures she’ll just try to die with dignity after she takes another one out, except that then someone shoots at them from behind her, and —

“Sure, let me tell you, that ain’t how I thought we’d see each other again.”

What —

She straps the knife, turns on her back and —

Oh.

Oh.

It’s Eddie, but not the one she dreamed of. This one — this one has a patch over his eye and there’s scarred tissue all around it, and he’s smiling at her tiredly, and he’s dressed like — like he was dressed when he died, and he has some regular thirties gun in his hands, and at his side there’s Jake, with another two regular thirties guns in between his fingers, and he’s dressed like the last time Susannah saw him, too, and Eddie’s looking down at her half-smiling, even if it looks like it hurts him to, and before she knows it she has her arms around his neck and he’s picked her up and they’re kissing, and she has tears all over her face and she’s apologizing for being here, but he shakes his head just as he leans back.

“It’s fine,” he says, “I get it. It got too much, didn’t it?”

She nods. “I also — I dreamed of the both of you. But it wasn’t this New York. You were different, I think, somewhat, but that’s not — what is this place?”

“Beats me,” Jake shrugs as Susannah reaches down and ruffles his hair, “I woke up here after he died and he was here already. With a supply of bullets.”

“Hey,” Eddie says, “I woke up just after I died and I had twenty bucks in my pockets and there’s an armory just outside here and I can’t walk past it anyway lest I find myself back in this shithole all over again. I figured fucking ka had a plan and antagonizing it wasn’t the point.”

“… The door I walked through,” Susannah whispers, almost feeling ashamed to, “outside. It said happiness.”

“I doubt any of us would be happy here,” Jake says.

“Yeah, but she got to us and we’re dead and she’s not,” Eddie points out.

“You don’t feel dead,” Susannah points out, her fingers covering his heart. It’s beating.

She looks out of the window. She can only see the armory. The rest of the city is covered in white snow.

“I think,” Jake says, “that if all of us are here, and we can’t get out from the main door, we can only walk out from the one underneath.”

Oh, Susannah realizes, right. The door underneath the Dixie Pig. The one —

“That door goes back,” she says, immediately, but —

Hadn’t she thought —

“I think,” Eddie says, a hand going to her hair, “that something’s telling us that we’re not done with Mid-World.”

“And that there’s no happiness if, well, if he doesn’t have it, too,” Jake says, sounding… sad.

Susannah nods, figuring that she had known from the moment she closed the door behind her.

“Well, sugar, my wheelchair’s back there. Give me a hand getting it back and we can go back.”

Eddie grins, lowering her back on the ground before he goes to get the corpses out of the way.

The wheelchair is freed not long later — she sits, taking a breath, then —

She hands Eddie the revolver. “This one’s yours,” she says, and he doesn’t protest. He hands her his own gun, that feels more foreign but far more right in her fingers.

“So,” he says as they head forward, “ready to go through door number four and fuck our lives up as usual? Must be another day ending in y.”

Jake snorts, Susannah does as well, unable to keep it in.

(I kill with my heart)

And as she finds herself smiling as they head down towards the door, she realizes that maybe she is happy to go back, if it’s with them.

[janiedean]

k technically i have enough but i’ll do a last reblog before i start working on them tomorrow;)

HALLOWEEN 2019 PROMPTS TIME!

okay so I obviously don’t have the juice for serious fic so as we do every year…

if you send in horror-themed/halloween-related prompts I’m filling for sure the first ten I get and however many I can fit in before the 31st is over but I only guarantee ten for sure. obviously given the theme feel free to go for creepy shit, just no mpreg/noncon/abo thanks <3 fandoms and ships are here as usual, feel free to pick whatever (if you know I could do something that’s not on the list go for it at worst I’ll say no), this the notps page, I’ll keep you updated re whether I’m full enough with ten or if I can take more than that <3

ETA: I’ll post the last two/three days of october or all on the 31st so I’ll confirm I got them and reply when it’s time ;)