#then again. it might be a halloween special. since it is october.

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ouughhh that phil and louisa scene...... needa lie down.

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Sanderstober 2023

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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eek ! ! ! i am very excited to announce the upcoming productions for this season at the theatre of vampires!! dates are listed if you wanna grab a ticket (and maybe a bite before the show) . . .

please note that if you attend, the theatre is not responsible for any blood loss or death !! warnings will be posted with each show, so please be sure to read them before engaging in dark content! anyone under eighteen will not be allowed entry into the theatre.

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ this is everything we have planned for now, as it will hopefully be a feasible amount for our busy season !! lmk if you'd like to book a ticket in advance & i'll give you a tag on that piece !!

october 1 - his parliament's on fire ♰ port mafia boss / night club owner dazai . . . every man in yokohama has a long list of crimes they'd commit to be with you, but none quite as long as dazai's.

october 6 - pain reliever ♰ vampire yuuta . . . your vampire boyfriend can't resist the taste of you during a certain time of the month

october 10 - skipping heartbeats ♰ curse user nanami . . . nanami wants to see every jujutsu sorcerer dead, but he might make an exception just for you

october 13 - sweet serial killer ♰ serial killer chuuya . . . chuuya's always in such a rush to get home to you, so he can't really be blamed if he misses a few drops of blood on his clothes.

october 17 - sent to destroy ♰ fallen angel dazai . . . he promises he's not the devil, but he steals your soul with just a kiss.

october 21 - cold embrace ♰ ghost fyodor . . . he's spent two hundred years murdering whoever moves into his home, but he can't remember a time they were ever as pretty as you.

october 27 - bleeding me dry ♰ vampire dazai . . . it's been decades since you've last seen dazai; your lover and your maker. now that you're finally happy, he's haunting you again with a thousand buried memories.

october 31 - to be revealed later ♰ nanami . . . super special fic that i'm not sure will be finished by halloween, but i want to write it eventually, so it'll be my little secret for now !

⤷ REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !!

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Devil May Halloween - The Samhain Ritual - Dante's Path

Devil May Halloween 2023 - The Samhain Ritual, Dante's Path

Pairing: Dante x Reader Summary: It’s finally Halloween and, even if the demons are a lot more active this time of the year, that doesn’t stop you from going on hunts - the partying can be done later. Or… At least that was what you thought. Maybe Nero had pretty good reasons to worry about that job after all. Author's Notes: Fucking. Finally. It took forever, but here I have around 20 pages of a demon wanting to marry the reader and Dante going feral over it. Took me ALL THIS TIME to write and I do apologize, but SO MUCH has happened since October, I'm finally managing to get my life back on track. So heeeeeey, here we have Dante's part of the Halloween Special for 2023! Be sure to read the Prologue first to understand the road so far yes Supernatural fan right here and have fun!! But I do have to thank @furyeclipse - the idea came from an ask sent a thousand years ago and I've been reading her works on ao3 and that motivated™ me to write again! Be sure to check Fury's work over there!

Oh. And I highly recommend an AC/DC playlist while reading this. Just sayin'. We all know Dante is an AC/DC guy

Devil May Halloween 2023 – Dante’s Path

“You know, of all the things that could have happened to me as a hunter, getting into a forced marriage with a demon lord was the very last one I would’ve imagined.”

And you were definitely the only person in the world that could have made Kyrie laugh in a moment like that – at least, that was what she thought as she smiled for the first time since you both had stepped in that place.

It was desecrated ground, that was the reason why the demons chose such a place. An old cathedral, now turned into an abandoned set of ruins with a cemetery of forgotten souls in the back. Some stone walls still stood tall, but the roof was gone, along with some windows and part of its gothic architecture. The shroud of the darkest tones of night slowly crept over, having rows and sets of candles of all sizes as the only source of light beside the moon.

You and Kyrie were being kept in a secured room – the only with still four walls to hold you in, and a heavy set of crumbling wooden doors. You were handed wedding attires – white, as to demonstrate the purity of your human souls compared to demons – and shoved in there, forced to change before the ritual.

You tried to resist, but as soon as they threatened Kyrie, you had to abide. There was nothing you could do: you had promised Nero nothing would happen to her, and she was your weak spot that night.

“We will figure something out…” Kyrie murmured with a ghost of a smile on her soft lips, even if she didn’t carry too much hope in her heart. She knew that if you were alone, you would probably be fist-fighting demons with all your might to drag yourself out of that place, but with her by your side… She had never seen you so compliant.

“Hmmm. Yeah. I’m still trying to think of something.” You huffed, sitting by her side on a stone loveseat, having your elbows on your knees and your face cradled by your hands. “I feel naked without my stuff. So uncomfortable.”

Once again, Kyrie giggled. Indeed, it was probably the first time she ever saw you without your everyday clothes and specially without your weapons: be it your guns, your sword or even a pocketknife you carried around for emergency self-defense. She could only imagine how stripped you felt at that moment.

“Well, if it serves as consolation, this is definitely not my style.” She whispered in response, making you laugh immediately. Indeed, poor Kyrie looked like a princess covered in Chantilly. Too over-the-top for her, and you could say the same about your forced attire.

“Oh, what a mess we got ourselves into this time, huh…?” You still had that laugh in your lips, making Kyrie respond with a sad smile. “Though I bet Nero is going to die seeing you dressed as a bride.”

“He will never admit it.” Kyrie had to giggle with that mental image. She could almost see Nero standing in front of her, red as a tomato, stuttering while trying to maintain that nonchalant punk attitude he always tried to – even if Kyrie could easily see through all of that. “He does get all flustered whenever I’m wearing anything slightly bridal looking.”

“There you go. The hideous Chantilly wedding dress will have at least one good effect after all.” You sighed with a laugh, following Kyrie on her giggles as she blushed herself, happy to imagine that.

The moment wouldn’t last long, though, as you felt something shifting in the air. You immediately got up on your feet, keeping Kyrie safe and sound behind you. Her curious, scared eyes tried to pick up what was going on, but neither of you could see – you could just feel it.

With some fiery sparkles, one of the demons responsible for that mess materialized right in front of you.

“Well, well. It is good to see you are already prepared.” Horns and sharp features, but in the suit of a ruthless man – that was the best way you could describe the demon lords. They had the leathery wings, skin as rough as that of a lizard, eyes bright like flames in the dark – but something still carried the resemblance of a human being. They were tall – even taller than most doors – with sharp nails to be used as claws, fangs ready to tear throats apart. But they were built in the image of humans: something quite rare when it came to demons.

“Not out of our own free will – you shouldn’t be that pleased your minions managed to coerce us into these horrid things.” You pointed at your own attire, making Kyrie look up at you with tense eyes.

It was something she admired, to say the least. You could all look in the face of the most threatening of creatures and still manage to say something to taunt or belittle them. She wished she had that kind of courage.

“You do have a point, human.” The demon had a quick giggle in his voice, making you furrow your eyebrows slightly. It wasn’t every day one of those things would agree with your big mouth. “Come. I would very much like to speak with you.”

*

Oh. Demons and their teleportation shenanigans – to be quite honest, you hated it. Whenever you used any of their magic or even Vergil’s void thing from the Yamato, you always felt a little dizzy afterwards. It took you some quick seconds to make sense you were in what seemed to be the abandoned church’s library – in a room made of stones and rotten books, lit by decrepit candles and having just one usable table in a corner. The demon lords had clearly made that their own room for the day.

“It’s rare a demon wishes to talk.” You finally managed to say while the demon lord slowly walked towards his desk, having you in the middle of the room. Now Kyrie was alone and you had no idea what was going on with her – you had to play your cards well to see her alive again. “According to my experience, your kind prefers a bloodier approach.”

“I take it you haven’t met many demon lords then.” He had a nonchalant tone, waving his hand in disregard as he approached his desk and leaned into it, staring at you. “Nevertheless, that is more Orcus’ style.”

“Your little friend.”

“Al Pacino did play the devil once, didn’t he…?” The demon laughed in response and you did your best to cover up the shock that he understood your Scarface reference.

Movies and pop culture references with Dante were a given – the same way Vergil was an encyclopedia of forgotten and obscure texts, Dante was the go-to man when it came to movies, especially the classic ones. Making references and laughing with each other was something both of you cherished wholeheartedly – and you never thought a demon would get it.

Vergil never did – and he had to have spent some time with those guys in the last decades.

“Well, I don’t think you brought me down here just to talk about movies.” You crossed your arms, trying as much as you could to look tough in that attire. Which wasn’t going very well for you. “And it certainly wasn’t to properly ask for my hand in marriage.”

“Oh, no, no…” He answered with a laugh that crackled like fire – and you could easily see the amusement in his eyes. “I wanted to see what the son of Sparda saw in you… To bind himself to one of the weakest creatures known. Just like his father before him.”

“It’s not like Dante has married me, you know? We’re not like Eva and Sparda.” You raised one of your eyebrows. Something about that conversation was very… Weird. To put it mildly. “We’re not bonded like you want to do today. And on that note, I have to point out: marriages are quite religious. Aren’t you guys going to combust spontaneously trying to do something holy?”

“Oh, but you are bonded. He may not have chosen his father’s path, but his heart does not lie.” The demon had something quite mischievous in his eyes, and you were starting to notice the difference between him and Orcus: the second one was more of a brute, a lord of war so to speak – the one you were talking to, Erlach, was very cunning; but there was a glint of bloodthirstiness in the back of his eyes. That made him even more dangerous than you gave him credit for at first. “I shall never understand why Sparda did not wish to follow the ritual with his human. That would have made him so powerful, not even the most dangerous creatures in Hell would have dared to slaughter his family. A shame really.” He tossed aside a charred painting of Sparda and Eva: old, barely holding itself together, but still clearly depicting the couple holding hands and smiling to whoever decided to look upon them. “We do have our own rituals – and demons are no strangers to marriages. It has another name in Hell, though, it is a binding ritual: where souls connect and one can be made more from the other’s power.”

“Oh. So the other just accepts it’s going to be a puny little thing beside their partner? Sounds more like slavery to me.” You wouldn’t give the demon the benefit of the doubt nor make it all sound so wonderful. Anything related to devils always had a catch – and that had to be the catch to their own twisted version of a ‘marriage’.

And in all honesty, you weren’t looking forward to be made a slave to a demon lord.

“Some creatures enjoy that.” And the smile that covered Erlach’s lips could be only considered devilish. You did your best not to look like you were agreeing – even if you knew, deep down, that yes, some people did enjoy that. “Every con has its pro. With the binding and forfeit of power, comes protection and status. Few would want to desecrate the partner of a powerful demon – it could easily be the last thing they would do.”

“if I am bonded to Dante, then, I wonder why would someone like you decide to mess with the chosen partner of the son of Sparda.” Now you had a small smile hidden in the corner of your lips, slightly raising your head in hubris. You wouldn’t lie: the status you got from him among demons was always very welcome. “Not that I really need him to help me. If I had my weapons, you would all be laying on the floor in a pool of your own blood – and I’d be home celebrating Halloween with him.”

Erlach stared into your eyes for a good four seconds before opening a threatening smile with his sharp fangs. His own eyes burned like fire, but you never let his gaze go – it wasn’t in you to be scared by the likes of him. You had seen worse, you had fought worse… And only you knew how threatening Dante’s eyes could look when he was half asleep in a nightmare of his young years with you trying to wake him up so he could have some peace. That was worse than any demon you could ever face.

“Indeed, that is why I needed some leverage against you.” He waved his hand nonchalantly towards the door and you immediately understood he was talking about Kyrie. “It was never my intention to allow Orcus to bond to some creature as powerful as mine… But I did not knew the extent of your powers, so I needed something to keep you in line. Luckily, Sparda’s grandson is not as attuned to powerful partners as Sparda’s children.”

You furrowed your brows. Whenever you talked between the members of the crew, there was a tacit agreement Kyrie was indeed the most powerful of all – for her ability to love openly, to cry, to be vulnerable and to care with such an open heart.

But those abilities were inherently human – and appreciated in humans rather than demons. In the human point of view, Kyrie was stronger than all of you together, and no one could argue against that. But in the demonic point of view… You and Lady were top of the list when it came to being able to take demons in a fair fight.

But you… You had Dante’s heart.

“It was part of our bargain. But I would never allow Orcus to bind to the most powerful of partners, would I?” Again, that smile painted his lips. You remained in the middle of the room, holding his gaze, not even flinching as he approached you. “I must admit, though, I never thought you would have this… Fire.”

As Erlach stopped with a few inches from your own face, you didn’t recoil. You remained with your arms crossed, standing as tall as you could in front of that huge demon lord as his fiery eyes just stared deeply into yours – and you stared back.

But you sensed something… Different. In his words, in his gaze. You wanted to furrow your brows as you were slowly coming to realize something, but you did your best to remain as proud and emotionless as you could – and Erlach took note of that. A pleasurable note.

“I can see what the son of Sparda saw in you.” That devilish smile colored his lips once more as the demon took another step towards you. It took you a great amount of willpower not to step back. You would never step back. “When demons bind with demons, it is one sort of marriage. When demons bind with humans, on Samhein, with the correct ritual… Well, it is a very different thing. A kind of binding never seen before – and never attempted, not even by Sparda.” Erlach approached with another step, making you raise your head even higher. Every fiber of your being wanted to scream Dante’s name and watch your red devil storm inside that room and suplex Erlach face first on the floor – as he deserved. The demon lord, though, offered one hand to you, palm facing up. “At first, I targeted you for Dante would not take a weakling as a partner, but now… I am more than inclined to take you as mine. With me, you would have the protection and status of royalty in Hell. We can take over entire worlds. And they would all be mine and yours to rule.” You just kept staring at him as Erlach’s fiery eyes stared even more deeply into yours. “You just have to say yes.”

To say your head was spinning was an understatement. What a wild ride that night was becoming – and something inside you stirred, telling you it would become even wilder. Were you reading his words right…? His gestures…? Not that Erlach was being subtle about it, he was being as blunt as his kind could be, but… Were you going crazy? You were, probably. That was a more plausible explanation than what you had to admit yourself – than what you were living right at that moment.

“If you think I’d give up Dante for power, then you can see nothing he saw in me.” You spat back, still holding your head high. “You are just as clueless as the rest of your kind.”

Erlach laughed back – not a laugh of an evil demon as you were used to, but one of delight. He… Enjoyed your answer…?

“The more you speak, the more I see.” He finally chuckled, stepping back after one last stare. “And I will see you later.”

With a snap of his fingers, you were back to the cold, abandoned crypt you and Kyrie were being held hostages. As your dizziness faded and you came back to reality, you saw her holding one of your hands, checking if you were ok with one of her palms on your forehead. Even if you didn’t feel lightheaded anymore, your mind was still troubled – and you had to sit down on the stone loveseat you shared with Kyrie earlier.

“Are you ok, y/n? What happened?” She sat by your side, big hazelnut eyes staring at you with warmth and humanity – so much different from the fiery pit of Erlach’s eyes. So much more welcoming and cozier. So much more like home. You would’ve hugged her if you weren’t so disoriented. “Y/n. What did he do to you? What happened?!”

“I think…” You finally managed to put into words what just happened – even if you didn’t want to say what you thought out loud. It seemed that by saying it, a sort of magic would make it become true. “I think… A demon lord just fell in love with me.”

You and Kyrie just stared at each other in horror, not even knowing what to say.

“What the hell…?!”

And Kyrie finally managed to put into words what you had been thinking the whole time.

*

“Fuckin’ hell…”

Nico just stared at Lady as Dante growled while mounting on his bike.

To be fair, Nico wasn’t the safest person to be behind a wheel, even more in a dire situation like that with Nero by her side looking like he was about to bite ankles and throw punches – but something about Dante looking like he was about to burst into flames while viciously riding the Cavaliere and growling in a half-distorted demon voice was enough to get the gunsmith ever so slightly… Concerned.

“Everything ok there, Dante, or do we need to take you in the van?” Lady screamed out her window, while Nico hoped the bright red glint in Dante’s eyes was only her imagination. “You look like you wanna beat me in a race! We hunt demons to save humans, not run them over, you know?”

“Eh, demon spidey-sense is tinglin’, Lady! That’s no good!” Dante screamed back, doing his best to keep the demonic part of his voice repressed inside his chest. He would have more than enough opportunities to let that explode. “Y/n is unsafe. I can feel it. And I…” With that, Dante drove to the back of the van because of a narrowing road, only to come back a few seconds later. “Don’t…” Another interruption for Dante not to run over a citizen cluelessly crossing the street and almost being run over by Nico. “Like it!”

His last phrase couldn’t keep the distortion in anymore and it sounded like a deep roar that came out of his chest like fire. Trish could already see the fangs in his bared teeth: those demons were in for the fight of a lifetime, for everyone knew making Dante’s lover feel unsafe was one of the worst sins in the Sparda dictionary.

Nico opened her mouth to talk to Nero – because, maybe, he could beat some sense into his uncle’s head, given they had the very same heritage – but for the first time she just put the cigarette between her lips and decided to shut up.

She was still getting used to Nero’s new trigger, so the halfway-into-turning state was something Nico didn’t really know how to deal with. By this point, Nero’s nails were definitely claws and his fangs were very much similar to Dante’s. He was fidgeting everywhere, messing with Blue Rose, as if something was really wrong with the gun and he had to fix it – a thousand fucking times. Nico could also swear his eyes were starting to glow with an inhumane gold tinge and that was very alien to her.

“Hey, kid! What about your spidey-sense tingling? Anything new?” Luckily for Nico, she had Trish around – and that woman was a pure devil, so there were very few things she feared. They all knew Nero was getting used to his own new powers, so Trish always decided to stay around and lend a hand whenever Nero had to go through something emotionally heavy – she knew it herself that demon instinct always came crashing like a wild wave whenever emotions were running high.

“Eh, she’s not good too, Trish. Worried as heck, I can feel it.” Nero mumbled under his breath, fixing the barrels of the Blue Rose for the tenth time, probably – not even needing to mention he was talking about Kyrie. With a click, the gun cocked back to its original state and Nero turned his now slightly golden aquamarine eyes to the devil leaning on his seat. “And I don’t like it either. Not at fucking all.”

Nico had to say, it always sent shivers down her spine when Nero spoke with his demonic voice like that. She was used to him being her goofy sort of brother, bickering with her down the road and tossing over-the-top, smart mouthed taunts to demons. Hearing him like that was… Something else. And Nico didn’t like it that much as well.

*

The last time you felt unsafe seemed like a whole lifetime ago.

You tried to control your hands as they wanted to start shaking – but you kept telling yourself you needed to keep Kyrie safe. After all, you were the devil hunter, not her. Kyrie could kill every single one in the crew with kindness, but not those devils… Those had to be killed with blades and gunpowder.

Being with Dante had given you something you never really had before, and just now you noticed it was tied to your red devil: safety. Even if he wasn’t around physically, you could always count on the fact that Dante, son of Sparda, Crimson Slayer, would bend Hell itself around his will to keep you from any kind of harm. It had never downed on you because, up until that point, that was a given.

Today, Halloween of all days, was a little more complicated. Dante wasn’t around, the whole ritual was bound to have some heavy magic to keep him at bay, you were completely unarmed and the demons you were up against were another kind – not the stupid, belligerent type you handled almost on a daily basis; no, those were smart, cunning and dangerous.

To top all of that, you had Kyrie on your side. If you were alone, you’d probably already be trying some unhinged escape attempts, but they were so smart on deciding to kidnap her as well. She was your weak spot on that situation and the fact that you felt unsafe and couldn’t do your best to protect her, only highlighted the fear you started to feel creeping up at the base of your stomach.

Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, the only thing that could at least try to calm your nerves was to imagine being back in Dante’s arms, at the Devil May Cry, the smell of warm pizza around and him humming some old tunes you both loved. That was home. That was your haven. Dante was your refuge, keeping you secure from every evil thing that could attack you in this world, and he wasn’t there.

For a split second, you wondered if he could feel how much your heart was aching – screaming with all its might in the hopes he would hear its call.

Suddenly, two demons entered the room you and Kyrie were being held. They didn’t have to say much: with swords pointed at both of you and the heavy doors wide open, you knew it was time. Knowing you had to calm your nerves so at least she could have a chance to escape, you got up and calmly walked in front of Kyrie – head high and staring those demons right back in their eyes.

“Everything will be ok.” You murmured back over your shoulder, knowing Kyrie would listen. “If you find a safe chance to run, do it and don’t look back. I can handle them better alone.”

You felt Kyrie’s soft hands brushing on one of yours, her voice nothing but a whisper. “Don’t put yourself in danger, y/n. I don’t wanna run without you.”

You closed your eyes, chuckling a little in silence. She was indeed an angel among so many demons – including all of you in the crew. “Oh, Kyrie. You have to learn… The whole crew would die for you, don’t you know that already…?” And even if your words weren’t the kindest, you had the sweetest tone in your voice – saying nothing but the truth. “You run. It’ll take more than a few demons to bring me down.”

Kyrie knew you were lying only to make her feel safer – there was a tinge of bitterness in your sweetness, a slight glint of sadness in your eyes. Those were more than a few demons, and both of you knew it.

She could only sigh in response and confirm with her head. You and Dante were bittersweetly so alike: always lying and pretending nothing was too serious, putting yourselves on the line for those you loved, trying to make them stop worrying while you were both ready to walk right into certain death. She had seen how angry you got every time he tried to pull something like that on you – and Kyrie had to smile even if a little bit upon realizing how similar you and your lover were, even if you hated when he did that.

Both of your thoughts had to be violently changed and brought back to the present moment when the time came to enter what one day was a beautiful, untarnished cathedral. The imposing gothic architecture was in shambles, the stars shining clearly in the deep night sky above your heads – the high peaks of the cathedral long gone. A long tapestry on the ground, torn apart and eaten by parasites, lead the way in a dirty blood red to the middle of the aisle, where a grandiose bonfire stood and lit none other than your groom.

That was definitely not the devil you had intended to marry if you ever walked down the aisle. Also, you always thought if you ever married Dante, the ceremony would be in the Devil May Cry: you would enter the shop, dressed in your best hunting clothes – maybe something leather, carefully picked by Trish to make you even more mesmerizing – watching Dante smiling at you, leaning on his desk, arms crossed and love pouring from his eyes.

That was the perfect marriage for you alright. And leaving for a quick honeymoon with your red devil, riding on the Cavaliere, a few cans tied to it with a “just married” sign on the back, waving at the crew at the door of the shop while Dante made the motorcycle burn the road with its demonic power? More than perfect.

“You shall enter first. The other human stays until your ritual is performed.” One of the demons held Kyrie hostage, pointing your way down the derelict aisle. Her eyes were filled with fear, and you couldn’t do anything but comply.

Holding your head high, you walked down the damned aisle. Not like a perfect fiancé, but like a wronged force of nature, just waiting for the right time to unleash your fury against all those demons. You were wearing those ridiculous clothes, on that ridiculous place, while demons started chanting and playing a song for the demonic ritual that had just started, stripped of your guns, blades and clothes.

To say you wanted to sucker punch Erlach on his face until his sharp teeth fell out was an understatement.

And yet, he had nothing but admiration and fire in his eyes for you. The more you approached, the more he smiled, offering you his hand as you were getting closer and closer – you refused to take it, standing in front of him just like you did when he first talked to you.

“You know, the kidnapping and taking my gear away, I could forgive. But these clothes…?” You pointed down at that hideous thing that was forced to you. “You could’ve done better. A lot better.”

“I judged you by all the mortals I’ve ever met – and now I realize I shouldn’t have done so. Do apologize, exquisite creature.” And Erlach answered your insult with a delighted distorted laugh. You just remained there, looking like you had just stuck a flip flop into a toaster, not knowing what to do. It seemed that the more you tried to repel him, the more Erlach liked you. “But rituals shouldn’t be taken lightly. One should wear the proper attire.”

“To think a demon would’ve dressed his counterpart a lot better and risqué than this…” You sighed, pushing all those ruffles away from your face as he, once more, tried to take your hand and guide you to approach the bonfire. “I thought this was going to be a dual wedding. Where’s your friend?”

“Orcus can try to pull off his ritual after I’m done with mine.” Erlach had a devilish smile pulling his lips up in a distorted line. It was a little… Unsettling. “We… Agreed such a powerful ritual should be done one at a time.”

“Huh. That’ll be before or after you kill him?” You had one eyebrow lifted and Erlach laughed with joy in his voice, now finally forcing you to walk with him towards the bonfire. “You got quite the silver tongue to convince him you’re gonna let him go through with his ritual with his head still on his shoulders.”

“Oh, my dear, you have no idea.” Erlach forced you to spin around and look deep into his eyes, holding you by both of your arms in an iron clasp you couldn’t break away easily without your weapons. “You are very welcome to discover soon enough. I am mesmerized with your cunning and wit – so much better than all those pitiful uninspired creatures I have to live with every day. We will be quite a pair, sweet temptation.”

That admiration was there, that fire burning in his eyes, and… Lust…?! You had to contain a shiver of pure terror thinking a creature like that lusted for you. It wasn’t necessarily his appearance – you did find Dante one hell of a piece of temptation in whatever form he was, be it human, Devil Trigger or even his Sin Devil Trigger – but his soul. Erlach lacked the very thing that made you fall madly and hopelessly for Dante: his golden heart, his gentle soul, his kind eyes and his unapologetic humanity.

That was why it didn’t matter how Dante looked like: you would always fall in love with him. Even if he was just a piece of rock with googly eyes laying on his desk, you would love that rock with all your heart.

“What if I refuse to be your pair?” You had one of your eyebrows raised, trying to hide the fear creeping at the base of your stomach. “As far as I know, all marriages require a resounding yes from both parts. What are you gonna do? Torture me?”

“As tempting as that sounds…” And even if you didn’t show it, your blood certainly froze in your veins for a second. “I fear you would take a very long time to break under such circumstances. The Son of Sparda chose you for your brave heart and hardened soul, I can see that now. Luckily for demonic rituals, the sacrifices don’t need to consent.”

“Oh. I thought I was more than just a disposable piece of meat. I’m hurt.” Masking your fear with jokes and taunts, you had learned that with the very best. Dante had all the blame for that.

“Don’t be, my creature.” Erlach’s words were laced with a laugh while he took a ceremonial dagger from an altar nearby. “That is how humans are usually named in our rituals. You will remain alive, or else, it doesn’t work. I do need your blood… A reasonable amount, but nothing lethal.”

His hand clasped your wrist with a tight grip you couldn’t break from. Your heart started beating faster and faster, as you looked around trying to find Kyrie – crossing her terrified eyes as she watched from the distance, close to the entrance where once was a door, fearing for your life. You wanted to mutter some soothing words for her, but not even you could lie that much: your survival instincts kicked in and your adrenaline spiked. It was now or never, but you had to escape.

Erlach held your arm above a bowl made of pure gold, now darkened with time and stained with all the sacrifices it contained. He spoke some words in demonic language, while the chanting got even more intense – some things you could understand, but the others were lost as your mind became hazy with trying to think what to do.

It was a surprise to all – you closed your free hand in a fist and did exactly what you wanted to do since you saw that hideous thing you were wearing: sucker punch that conceited demon right on his face.

Erlach was taken aback for a moment, looking back at you with confused eyes. Seizing his distraction, you disarmed him and took the ceremonial dagger to yourself, cutting his hand that held your wrist and demanding him to let you go. Erlach stumbled back in awe, while you took a fighting stance with the dagger in your hand, ready to kill – but not ready to get married.

And he smiled.

“Such fire…!” To say Erlach was ecstatic was an underestimation. “My creature… What are you going to do with that?” And he took a predator stance, as both of you studied your options in that fight.

If you could look back at Kyrie, you would see her smiling and supporting you as much as she could. To say she admired you, was to say you only liked Dante.

“I am going to kill every single demon in this cathedral… Including you.” Pointing the dagger at Erlach, it was your turn to allow a devilish smile to cover your lips. “Then, I’m taking my friend back home. Back into the arms of the only devil I will ever love. Back to Dante.”

As you spoke, you didn’t even hear a ragged guitar faintly playing in the background – and approaching ominously. The only thing you had in mind was a tunnel focus on Erlach, ready to tear him apart as soon as he got close to you.

“Oh, I will enjoy that, my creature. And I might even need to get rid of Dante myself.” As soon as he finished his sentence, though, you scoffed in a laughter of pure mockery.

“Now that, you would try. Dante is so much more than you will ever be – he will reduce you to ashes with a single stare. That’s how pitiful you are compared to him, Erlach.” As your words poured, you couldn’t stop laughing at how he looked slightly insulted. Fucking finally. “And I gotta say, that’s not the only thing Dante is really good at. He does burn like fire.”

“I will enjoy subduing you.” Erlach growled, baring his teeth. Now you managed to piss him off.

“I will enjoy watching you try.” You wouldn’t allow him too much time to think: spinning the blade in your hand for a better grip, you finally tried to stab him with a swift attack – but he easily dodged as you got even angrier at that ridiculous clothing you were wearing. Those frills and terrible fabric made your movement a lot debilitated.

You tried a few other attacks as Erlach dodged and started smiling again, enjoying every bit of it – starting to even try a few attacks, while you blocked with the dagger. It was all too fast… At the same pace of the guitar that now echoed loudly, with a very familiar song approaching the chorus.

“Now, my creature.” Erlach held your hand with the dagger when you tried another stab. Even if you were resisting, it was more entertaining than anything else: you needed your gear. He pulled you closer to him, even if you tried to stay away as much as you could. “It’s time to stop the fun. We can do this after the ritual.”

Before any of you could do anything else, the guitar finally arrived – with the screeching of what seemed a thousand tires, the smell of gasoline and the sound of a shot from a gun you knew so well.

Said shot hit the dagger, making it shatter into a thousand little pieces in your hand, causing Erlach to let go of you in a reflex – while AC/DC’s vocalist screamed he would shoot to thrill, play to kill.

“Well, I think we’re all ready for the afterparty, aren’t we, hot stuff?”

Dante had entered down the aisle with Cavaliere screeching, leaving a trail of fire behind him, stopping right in the middle to shoot that ceremonial dagger into oblivion. The smoke was still fresh on the barrel of his gun, while he had one foot on the ground, still mounted on his motorcycle, smirking at you with that gorgeous smile that, today, you wanted to kiss out of his mouth with so much passion the crew would probably have to throw a whole bucket of water on both of you to put out the fire.

And, right behind him, Nico crashed what was left of the cathedral’s door while blasting AC/DC’s Shoot to Thrill because she would be damned if she didn’t put a good soundtrack for that moment. You could see her smiling behind the wheel, supporting every single bit of Dante’s antics.

The smile that painted your lips – a broad one, mixed with thrill and relief – was everything Dante wanted to see. That was all the confirmation he needed to know that pull in his chest was actually your heart desperately calling for him to help.

“Ya know, I could forgive the kidnapping, you got one hell of a devil hunter in your hands to deal with…” Dante now let go of Cavaliere, leaving it in the middle of the cathedral, walking down the aisle with the sassy walk you always loved to see – moving his hips and opening his arms, taunting with a pretended carefree attitude. The distortion in his voice, sharp teeth and claws betrayed his words, though – and you couldn’t be happier. “But what’s the deal with those clothes?!”

“Exactly.” You smiled back, sighing as if someone there finally understood you. Erlach just looked at you and back at Dante trying to contain his surprise – it wasn’t possible you were synchronized in even that. “I can barely move, how am I supposed to kick his ass?”

“I can help ya with that, pretty eyes.” Dante’s voice now became darker, leaning even further into his Devil Trigger. For a split second, you could swear you saw his demonic form taking over before Dante appeared again. His eyes were almost entirely taken by red, his hand already gripping the hilt of Rebellion. “But I gotta deal with a few of these clowns first.”

“I’m not going anywhere, hot stuff.” You had the proudest of smiles on your lips as the demons started to approach, ready to fight your red devil. “Show them what a real party looks like.”

“Ya don’t have to ask twice!”

“What are you all waiting for?!” As soon as Erlach screamed, the demons ran towards Dante as a pack of rabid creatures, ready to take his blood. Erlach smiled with pride as they surrounded the Crimson Slayer, already pouncing to take a bite – there was no way a hybrid could take so many demons at once in a fight.

Looking at the crew’s van, you managed to see Lady leaning by the vehicle, watching it all with excitement but refusing to get into the fight. You almost laughed upon seeing Trish holding Nero’s jacket while he tried to let himself go from her iron tight grip, probably saying he should be in the fight too – but his eyes weren’t locked on Dante or the swarming demons: Nero was looking for Kyrie.

And you would’ve done the same, finally questioning yourself where they were keeping her after all that confusion took over the ritual. Nero could very well let himself go of Trish, but everyone knew he had his own priority – a priority you couldn’t find, and that fact started worrying you.

You would have given that a better thought if a sudden fiery explosion hadn’t sent demons flying around the cathedral like fireworks. Dante’s Devil Trigger was on, but not his normal one… It was his Sin Devil Trigger in all his demonic glory, with leathery wings hovering him from the floor and Devil Sword Dante burning like fire in his hands.

To say that would be a slaughter… Again, would be putting it lightly. With the masterfully chosen soundtrack by Nico blasting on the background, Dante single handedly slayed all the demons that decided to cross between you and him. You risked a side look to Erlach, only to find the demon astonished by Dante’s form and power – and you couldn’t resist. You leaned on the altar next to you, with a matter-of-fact look in your eyes.

“He usually has this effect on people… And demons.” You had to say it. You just couldn’t refrain from taunting and annoying that silly devil who forced you to wear those terrible wedding clothes.

With the Devil Sword Dante dripping blood, the son of Sparda approached as he slayed all the demons that tried to fight. Dante was a frightening powerhouse – usually terrifying, but today even more… After all, the human he loved most in all dimensions was kidnapped by a conceited demon who thought he would have the chance to bind his beloved in a marriage ritual without their consent. Dante was beyond angry.

“It will only be an obstacle, then.” Erlach turned his eyes back to you. “Don’t think for a second I gave up, my creature. If I have to kill the son of Sparda, I will do so – with the power you will grant me with your blood.”

Once again, the demon held your arm – but this time, digging the nails into your skin, making you scream with the sudden pain. That made Dante immediately turn to you, being hit as well and inundating the cathedral with the smell of the blood of Sparda. His fighting became sloppy as he tried to approach you even faster – but it also became even more vicious.

Erlach dragged you back to the sacrificial bowl, as you tried to get away. Even with your fighting, your limited movements weren’t helping too much. As he extended your arm above the bowl, you managed to see – behind him, in the distance, covered in shadows – Orcus holding Kyrie hostage, searching everywhere for a breech so he could finish his ritual before Erlach.

“Nero! Kyrie is over there! Go kick his ass, kid!” You screamed while fighting so Erlach couldn’t drip your blood into the bowl. Yes, he needed more than a few drops from the gashes from his claws – but he could make them bigger once you were in a decent position. And you didn’t want to give him that.

“Kyrie! I’m coming for you!” And finally, after his aquamarine eyes found Kyrie’s plea for help, Nero did let go of Trish with ease – and the she-devil didn’t even try to hold him back. With just a smile on her face, the woman looked back at Lady and they knew it was time to intervene now that both of you were located and they wouldn’t risk any of your lives.

Amidst all that, with Dante literally burning his way towards you while being held back by three demons, a few invisible cuts made them fall apart and gush blood all over the floor. Vergil entered the cathedral, while carrying an old book you saw at Erlach’s office earlier that night – the book with all the ancient, and most forbidden, devilish incantations.

“Go on, Dante. I’ll take it from here.” Vergil barely looked at the demons he was fighting with: holding the book with one hand and being assisted by summoned swords, he only needed a few well placed judgement cuts to get rid of all those nuisances.

Dante didn’t even think twice after hearing his brother’s words. Marching down the aisle, he approached you and Erlach like a death omen – his demonic form in his ultimate Devil Trigger was enough to inspire respect even in the upper echelon of Hell.

And you had to say, you were proud of that.

“Let y/n go, Erlach.” As Dante commanded, you couldn’t fail to notice his voice was slightly… Different. The more he approached, the more his voice sounded less distorted and more human. “Ya know, for a demon with such a pretentious plan, you’d think you’d put up more of a difficult fight.” And when Dante stopped right in front of the altar between you both, he was completely human – looking at you with the sky blue eyes you loved so much. “I’m barely breakin’ a sweat.”

If Erlach’s claws weren’t deep into your skin, you would’ve locked your arms around his neck already, taking in his scent and calming down your heart. Yes, Dante would be smelling of gunpowder, blood and sweat, but that was still his scent. It was enough to make you feel secure again.

“Indeed. I underestimated you.” Erlach’s claws dug out of your skin, making you retreat quickly. You managed to see a little commotion where Kyrie and Nero were before, but with everything that was happening, you couldn’t quite make the moment where Orcus was nowhere to be seen – all you could be sure was that Kyrie was safe, back into Nero’s arms. And that was enough. “It seems like the blood of Sparda still thrives to this day.”

“Yeah, yeah, daddy’s blood and all that…” Dante rolled his eyes, shooting near Erlach’s feet. The demon jumped back, farther away from you – and that made you smile. “Spit it out, spook. How did you find out ‘bout the ritual? Where did ya get that book?”

“Apparently you never heard of a library. On that aspect, I win, my creature.” Erlach still had that weird admiration in his eyes for you, making you wince. You never gave him a single reason to like you. Demons had to be masochist creatures.

“Oh, I heard about those alright. It just so happens my brother here has spent a very long vacation time in Hell and lemme tell ya…” With those words, Dante finally took Erlach by his neck, leaning the demon over the sacrificial bowl and touching the blade of Rebellion on his neck. Dante usually didn’t get that feral… But Erlach had tried him a little bit too much that night. “He doesn’t have very nice words about you and your little friends. Those rituals aren’t well known in detail. Something gave you that book. Who?”

It wasn’t a side of Dante you liked to see, but, when dealing with those kinds of demons, it was a necessary one. Erlach, as far as you could tell, wasn’t just your dumb daily demon – he was in the upper echelon. And said echelon only became worse the higher the rank.

“You would love to know, wouldn’t you?” Erlach laughed even if the sword already started to nick some blood out of his thick demonic skin. “You will have to let me go to get your answer. If you don’t, no deal.”

You closed your eyes, sighing. Erlach was the deal kind of demon. And it was always a slippery slope with those silver tongue devils.

Dante knew that as well. His heart screamed at him to kill Erlach and let his blood run over the floor of the cathedral – to take you home safely and let you know that threat would never loom over you again.

But they needed answers. Only very high rank demons would have access to that kind of book – to those kinds of rituals. Demons like Sparda… Like Mundus. And that was something none of them wanted as a threat. The single thought of the possibility of Mundus being alive made him shiver and his blood boil. His house burned in his childhood, his family slaughtered like animals, his past stained in blood and sulfur. He didn’t want that to happen again. He wouldn’t let that happen again. Not to anyone in the crew, not to his nephew, not to his brother… Not to you.

Dante let Erlach go. The demon cracked his neck, gaining his posture once again. You stood by Dante’s side, ready to suplex Erlach into oblivion if he tried anything funny.

“The two of you already have what you need to know the answer.” Erlach pointed at the book in Vergil’s hands, moving his gaze back to you soon after. “I will have you as mine, y/n. You have my word, sweet creature.”

Before you could do anything in response, Erlach set himself ablaze in flames that kept burning for a few seconds while he disappeared back to where he came from – probably Hell, if you had to guess.

“Eh. We should’ve known he would leave without giving us a decent answer.” You sighed, feeling your shoulders relax for the first time that night, knowing all demons were dead and you were around safe people again.

“And even shamelessly flirtin’ with ya, what’s up with that…?”

“No idea, red devil. I did my best for him to hate me; apparently it backfired tremendously.”

You finally turned to look at each other. Both of you looked tired, completely out of energy – you, from your human body; Dante from the toll all that fiery explosion of anger and demonic heritage could take on him. His eyes, though… Those sky blue eyes, looked at you with the human kindness you always longed for – with the admiration and fire of a lover, but the gentleness of a soul who was not only your mate, but your home.

You felt safe again. All that insecurity, that fear, that horror of being alone and having to fight on your own – to survive on your own – it washed away in that infinite blue sky. He was your home, and you were safe. Nothing bad would ever happen to you, for Dante was there to catch you and hold you in his arms until you felt you could walk with certainty again.

“I heard you, pretty eyes…” Dante murmured, taking a strand of hair out of your dirty face, watching with amusement as you furrowed your brows. He took one of his hands over his heart, eyes looking into yours. “I heard you here.”

A gradual smile lit up your face as you understood what he had said. That pull, that thing you did, of closing your eyes and praying he would find you… It worked. Of course it worked. And you couldn’t be happier, with all that pouring like a golden fountain from your heart, making your eyes laminate with a few tears and threaten to overflow.

“I’m glad you did, cowboy.” You approached him, cradling his face with your hands and leaning him down so his forehead could touch yours. “I’m glad you did. I prayed so loud for you.”

With that, you took his hand to touch your heart, in the hopes he would once again listen – but this time hear the golden tunes it sang along the overflow. The frills of the ridiculous attire didn’t allow him to find your beat, though.

“Well, I told ya I’d get rid of that, right?” Dante sighed, staring down at that horrid attire – although he would argue you could never look bad. Even with that thing on. “Ei! All of ya, look away! I’m puttin’ y/n out of their misery!”

“What…?”

Before you could finish asking, though, Dante masterfully moved Rebellion around you – while everyone turned away or closed their eyes. Lady and Trish, though, just kept staring at that goof of a man you called your lover. Within a few seconds, those terrifying wedding clothes tore apart, pooling around your feet on the floor while you just stared back at your red devil – the chilly air of the night all around your bare skin.

“That was hot.” You had to say it while Dante quickly checked you out like the masterpiece he always thought you were.

“Not as hot as you, babe.” With a wink, Dante took off his red coat, wrapping it around you and making you warm again.

You loved wearing Dante’s coat. It was definitely too big for you, but it was always warm – that night, you could almost say it seemed like it was enveloped in flames. But it had his scent all over it and it fit like a huge cape you could almost drag on the ground. You couldn’t have asked for a better attire for that evening.

“Hey.” As you called for his attention, those blue eyes rested on you again, little by little settling all that restlessness that whole ordeal had set in your soul. And, since words weren’t enough, you once again cradled his face with your hands, this time placing a well-deserved kiss on your lover’s lips.

Dante giggled between your lips, wrapping his strong arms around your waist to lift you off the floor – making it easier for you to kiss him unapologetically. You never saw yourself as a damsel in distress, and you would have killed every demon in that room with a dagger and your teeth if it was necessary, but it wasn’t. And that was so new: you could always count on Dante to be there for you, to protect you and to be a place for you to fall whenever you lost your balance.

Your heart stopped screaming and Dante’s soul found peace again.

*

“Ah, I see Nero stole Dante’s idea.”

As you saw Kyrie leaving the van’s bathroom wearing nothing but Nero’s coat, she smiled happily back at you while showing it off as soon as you pointed that out. You were sitting in the van, still in the red coat – Dante would know only later that decision would cost him his sanity while trying to get his coat back from you. A few chases and him gripping you tight to get his coat back was in store for the rest of that night.

“It was a very good idea.” Kyrie had a mischievous smile on her lips, blushing a little bit while grabbing the collar of Nero’s coat and taking in the scent. “It smells like him. It feels like he’s always around.”

“I know what you mean.” You smiled proudly as an answer, barely noticing Nico staring at both of you while Lady and Trish giggled.

“Ya know what she means…? That coat is nasty!” Nico pointed at the blue coat enveloping the crew’s little angel, making you laugh a little bit more. “And yours?! If Nero’s coat is bad, Dante’s even worse! Looks like he just blasted from the insides of a frog demon or somethin’! And you say it has his scent?!” The gunsmith couldn’t be more revolted at yours and Kyrie’s antics.

“That’s Dante’s scent for ya...” You sighed, leaning back on the van’s seat – something quite red devilish like. “Gunpowder, demon’s blood and sweat. When he’s clean, though, it’s more of a woody and musky with a hint of pizza kind of scent. Sometimes strawberries.”

“Apparently, love doesn’t make us only blind, it makes our sense of smell completely absent.” Trish strutted her way towards the seat she always took in the van, across from you, having a complacent smile on her devil lips.

“It makes us more tolerant.” Kyrie sat by your side, completely happy to be wearing Nero’s clothes and safe and sound with the crew again. “That is a thing most people need to learn more about.”

“As always, angel Kyrie is right.” Lady sighed, taking her spot inside the van – after lightly elbowing Nico just to tease the gunsmith. “Just like we tolerate the smell of your cigarettes.”

“Hey, at least I’m not turning into a fuming creature blasting demon viscera everywhere!” Nico pointed at Lady with her cigarette between her fingers, making all of you laugh. “Must take days to get those things off your hair!”

“Sometimes, it takes even weeks!” Dante’s voice added from outside of the van, entering soon after to take his seat right by your side. To say Dante would be hovering around you for months, overly protecting you over anything and everything, was a very mild way to describe his behavior after that evening.

“Ya know, once I found a piece of liver hidden right behind my ear…?” Nero approached Nico as she just glared at him with pure disgust. “Took me days to find it.”

“You’re nasty, demon boy.” Nico lightly shoved Nero out of the way, dismissing all that conversation to go back to the stirring wheel. Nero laughed back, making his way to Kyrie and sitting by her side, cradling her with one of his arms while she rested her head on his chest.

“We couldn’t find more on the origin of their knowledge…” Vergil was the last one to board, closing the van’s door behind him. As soon as he did, Nico started driving back home – and he showed you a few things he had in his hands. “But we did find your gear. I will keep it in a safe place until we get back to the shop.”

“Oh, thank you so much, Verge!” You had genuine relief in your voice, watching as he carefully placed your sword next to him. “I thought I’d never see those things again. Thanks for finding them.”

As always, Vergil didn’t answer, just bowed his head as the perfect gentleman he was. Soon, Dante’s arm found its way around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

“Huh, so much thankfulness for Vergil, while I was the one who saved your ass from that demon lord. I’m feeling a little ignored.” Of course, you knew Dante was only joking – never in all your time together you picked up any sign of jealousy he could have of you and Vergil. Dante was very secure about your relationship, knowing quite well where your heart rested – he would be insecure, sometimes, when it came to other humans.

“Oh, c’mon. How can I not be thankful when it’s my gear we’re talking about?” You raised one eyebrow, teasing him back – which only made Dante smile. “Now being a little more serious, it was rough being stripped of everything. Even with that hideous frilly attire, I felt completely naked. There’s no way for me to defend myself without all my stuff; I don’t have demonic blood running through my veins to go into a rampage and kill every single living thing in front of me.”

“Well, lucky for you, I got that goin’ for me.” Dante brought you even closer, tightening his half hug around you.

“Hmmm…” You took some time to take in his scent, this time directly from his neck, right in front of you. Yes, all those things you mentioned before, but you could always find the woody and musky Dante scent underneath all of that. And maybe it was that which made you feel so comfortable and secure. “I was scared. I was running out of options when you showed up.”

“Shhh, don’cha think ‘bout that, pretty eyes.” Whenever you voiced how uncomfortable you were with something, Dante immediately started caressing you just to at least make you feel physically comfortable again. And you had to say, it always worked.

“I know, I know… It’s just… I know I can always count on you to appear at the direst of moments, no matter where I am.” With those words, you placed one of your hands above his heart, making those sky blue eyes look back into yours. “I know you can hear me call, no matter what.”

“It’s part of the demon thing, babe.” Even though he was happy with that, Dante had a bittersweet smile on his lips.

“Yeah, maybe… But demons don’t show up to save desperate souls who are praying for them when all other options have failed.” You brushed aside some strands of dirty hair that insisted on covering those beautiful eyes – now looking at you with curiosity and admiration. “Do you know who do?”

“Hmmm…?”

“Angels do.” Your answer was but a murmur, even quieter than the engines of the van. “You are my very own guardian angel, Dante.”

Lady once said that, somewhere out there, even a devil may cry when he loses a loved one – but you would dare to add that devils did cry when they were loved back.

Your red devil was living proof of that on that Halloween night.

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⌛🐣Day 20: "I can handle it."

Scrape/Panic-Attack/Neglected

@juneofdoom

Day 19: "This can't be happening."

Summary: It’s October 2020 and Mingi is not doing well.

CW: hospital

Whumpee: Mingi

Caretaker: Yunho  

They were having a good time. A really, really good time. It had been so long since it had just been them, just Yunho and Mingi.

It might have been pre-debut if Mingi thought about it. Even as they were starting to establish themselves in the industry slowly, though very much slowed down by the global pandemic, all ATEEZ members were living out of each other's pockets. Even with having his own room to himself, Mingi did not really have the chance much to spend time one on one with his best friend.

But now? 

Hongjoong and Seonghwa were out for dinner, as the two oldest always did at least once a month to “escape the children” as they called it. Yeosang and Wooyoung went to visit TXT’s dorm to spend time with their friends. Jongho had invited San along to go out with his parents. 

So yeah, Mingi and Yunho had the dorm to themselves, piles of food on the TV table in front of them and watching an episode of one of the animes they had discovered during being locked up at home. 

By all means, Mingi was supposed to be happy.

Yet, there was a tight knot in his chest, leaving him feeling off and slightly breathless. He wasn’t sure if Yunho had noticed. While his best friend could be very observant he also managed to totally lose himself in TV shows if given the opportunity. 

MIngi squirmed, adjusting the blanket over his legs again. It felt weird. Too light but too suffocating at the same time. 

It was scary, a bit.

He just didn't feel good and Mingi couldn't put a finger on why he was so … off.

All he knew was that he didn't like how he was feeling at all. Was the breathlessness getting worse?

Something definitely was wrong. Wrong with him. Why was he so antsy, so worried? Nothing was wrong. Mingi was actually having the perfect ending to a nice day. So was Yunho.

Yunho deserved to relax.

Yeah, he couldn’t let Yunho know how he was feeling. 

What if…?

What if Yunho hated him?

Here they were, just the two of them, and Mingi wasn’t feeling safe? But instead scared?

Was he scared of Yunho? 

Not really.

Scared that Yunho would hate him if he realized that MIngi wasn’t feeling safe with him?

Totally.

What if Yunho hated him even outside of that?

MIngi tried to tell himself that Yunho did not hate him. Of course he didn’t. Yunho was his best friend. Had been for years. Yunho had run to a different school to eat lunch with Mingi every day for years. Yunho who knew all of Mingi’s secrets and had let Mingi in on his own. But what if Yunho didn’t actually trust him?

“I, uh, I …”, Mingi stuttered out before he could stop himself. He threw the blanket off of himself and stood.

“Are you okay?”, Yunho asked, his attention snapping up to him. He looked worried.

Surely that was just a trick? A lie?

It probably was.

Maybe Yunho’s worry when Mingi had fallen earlier during their last practice for The Black Cat Nero - which was going to be soon filmed as a Halloween special - had also been a lie.

Was Mingi even good enough to be in an idol group?

It was like a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over his head. Where had that thought come from? Suddenly everything hit him at once.

The fear.

The trouble breathing.

The overwhelming feeling of doom.

Was he shaking? 

He flinched as a hand touched his shoulder. Yunho was kneeling in front of him suddenly. When had Mingi fallen to the ground? 

“...gi-yah? Mingi-yah?” Yunho’s voice seemed so far away. “Are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Mingi nodded frantically. 

He wasn’t okay. 

But Yunho had been having such a nice day. Mingi couldn’t be the reason that day turned sour.

“I’m okay. I can handle it”, he whispered. 

“Mingi? Handle what? What is going on?”, Yunho asked, sounding so worried. “Talk to me.”

Mingi shook his head and clutched at his chest. It hurt. He was so scared. He didn’t think he had ever been so scared in his life.

But he didn’t want to be a burden.

His thoughts were flying apart. 

He couldn’t remember much except for the fear and the crying. He thought that Hongjoong-hyung was there but that couldn’t be, could it? Wasn’t he with Seonghwa?

MIngi blinked open his eyes and found himself in a dark room. There were some beeping sounds and some lights. He couldn’t place it. Where was he?

Another wave of fear crashed over him but before it could get worse, a tired voice asked: “Mingi-yah? You awake?”

“Yeah”, Mingi rasped out, his voice barely there. He cleared his throat and repeated: “Yeah.”

A light-switch was turned and Mingi recognized where he was. Well, not really but he immediately knew he was in a hospital room. He didn’t quite remember how he had come to be there.

“Yunho?”, he asked quietly and lifted his eyes to look at his best friend, who was slumped in a chair next to the bed, holding Mingi’s hand and looked very, very tired. “What happened?”

“You don’t remember, princess?”, his best friend asked worriedly. Yunho really looked like shit up close. Pale, frazzled and half-asleep.

Mingi shook his head. “I only remember … I was scared? Why was I scared? Did something happen?”

“I was hoping you could tell me”, Yunho said and stood up. For a second Mingi feared he would leave but then he sat down on the bed beside Mingi. “We were watching TV when you … I had to call an ambulance because you didn’t breathe right, were hyperventilating, and then passed out. Don’t do that to me again. I don’t think I ever want to tell Hongjoong-hyung a member is in hospital again, he was so scared. I was so scared.”

“I … oh.” That was all Mingi managed to say. His memory was kinda hazy. “Did the doctors say why I … well?”

Yunho ran his hand through his hair, as he always did when nervous.

Was something seriously wrong with Mingi? Something Yunho didn’t want to tell him?

“They said you had a panic attack”, Yunho finally said.

“A … what?”

“A panic attack. Anxiety attack. Whatever you want to call it. It’s basically a short amount of time where your mind experiences insane levels of fear and the body goes into overdrive, making you have physical reactions to the fear”, Yunho explained, kind of like reading out of a medical book. Maybe he was. Yunho was known for looking up everything he didn’t know. Especially if it concerned Mingi.

“But … what was I so scared of?” Mingi chewed on his lower lip. He really didn’t know. Why had he been so afraid? He’d just been with Yunho. 

Shit. Yunho. Why was he here? Didn’t he hate Mingi now, knowing that his presence wasn’t enough to keep Mingi from panicking?

“Yunho? Do you … do you hate me now?” The questions burst out of him before Yunho even had the chance to answer his previous one. The dancer seemed so startled that he nearly fell off the bed.

“Me? Hate you? Why would you think that, baby?”, Yunho asked, his eyes wide and frightened, “Did I do something to make you think that? I’m sorry. I promise, I was so worried about you. So worried.”

Oh. Yunho was worried. He didn’t hate Mingi. At least he said so. It was enough for Mingi now, to believe him. Yunho wouldn’t ever lie to him.

“Mingi? Why would you think I’d hate you? You’re my best friend”, Yunho repeated quietly, after Mingi started to fiddle with his blanket instead of answering him.

“I had a panic attack”, Mingi started, then faltered.

“Yeah”, Yunho agreed, “what does that have to do with anything?”

“I had a panic attack while I was with you. I was just with you, my best friend. Why would I have a panic attack when I was just hanging out with my best friend? There was nothing that triggered it. We were having fun. Do you really not hate me? I don’t hate you, I promise”, Mingi choked out.

Yunho immediately shook his head: “Of course I know you don’t hate me, Mingi. I don’t think you are even capable of hating anybody. Don’t go thinking that. Really, I was so worried for you. I love you. So do the others. So does Atiny. Having a panic attack doesn’t have to be triggered by anything, you know. It can just happen.”

There was silence for a while as Mingi tried to process all the events. Finally it was Yunho who spoke up again. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Huh?”

“You said you felt scared. You couldn’t breathe. Why did you say you could handle it?”, Yunho asked. He seemed to be trying very hard to keep the hurt out of his voice.

Oh no. Mingi hadn’t wanted to hurt him.

“I … I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t enjoying our time together. Lately everything has been so stressful. I’ve been on edge so much, we all have. With the pandemic but in general … everything had felt so awful. We were having a nice evening. Just us. I didn’t want to worry you. I wanted you to enjoy it. I really thought I could handle it”, he whispered.

“You don’t have to handle it though. We’re all here for you, we want to help. I am your best friend, Mingi. Don’t close yourself off.” Yunho sounded really scared again. Mingi couldn’t fault him; he’d feel the same way if the roles were reversed. “I want to help if it happens again. Do you trust me?”

Mingi nodded. Yeah, he trusted Yunho more than anybody. Yunho would never do anything to hurt MIngi and he always wanted the best for him. He was kind of ashamed he had doubted that.

Then Yunho’s words struck him.

“Oh”, Mingi said quietly. “Is it going to happen again?”

“I hope not. But I don’t know.” There definitely was helplessness in the older’s voice.

With a sigh, Mingi leaned forward to let himself fall into Yunho’s warm embrace. They both needed that hug.

He was safe.

Yunho loved him.

He was okay.

He would be okay as long as he had his members.

Mingi just hoped he’d never have to experience anything so terrifying ever again.

Day 21: "Let's play a game"

Masterlist link: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's June of Doom 2024

Notes: We obviously know it’s not the last of it… sorry…

[mochiroreo]

Welcome to: Mochiro’s Halloween fiesta!

Dropping in (redacted), A mix of dark, kinky, and tooth-rotting smut one-shots + a halloween special for my fic “Oh Goodie!” will be posted throughout October (edit: due to personal reasons, this got pushed back throughout November onwards. Please don’t be shy to send in requests just to let me make up for it💖)

Curious to see what I have in store for you and your beloved darling? Prompts under the cut~ ⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙

P.S. all of these would be Dark/Dead dove: do not eat. Halloween themed request would be open for the characters that did not won the poll (refer to my character sheet to look at the other characters that I can write💖) might open requests for these 4 when everything is posted.

Steddie - Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ Just when you thought you were the one luring them in, you were the one caught in their trap. Don’t you look pretty, all tied up? (Siren!reader x Pirate Captains! Steddie)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “Quick! Whoever and whatever must have hurt you might still be here!” You said,grabbing their hands before dragging along two strangers towards your house in panic. (Non-human, urban legend beings!Steddie x human!reader)

Rafe Cameron & JJ Maybank (OBX)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ You can’t run. You cannot hide either. After all, you belong to them. (Werewolves Alpha!Rafe Cameron & Alpha!JJ Maybank x Omega!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ Rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair. Let the prince come and pay a visit, let him hear you sing your captor’s name. (Dame Gothel!Rafe Cameron & Prince!JJ Maybank x Princess!Reader)

Eddie Munson

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ You just want to have a taste. Its been centuries since you had something delicious and sickeningly sweet. He is soft, luscious, and everything you’ve craved. (Modern!Eddie Munson x Vampire!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “You were mine before. What makes you think you are not going to be mine again?” He breathed out against your skin, wearing his signature smirk that you loathe but also used to love. (Mean demon!Eddie Munson x Crybaby Angel!reader

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ They said he was the definition of danger. That their is something odd about him, that you should’ve quit and not even take a step towards him nor his house. But of course, you didn’t listen. After all, you’re his favourite. And he never showed you any “bad” sides of him. Till now. (Vampire!Eddie Munson x Maid!reader)

Steve Harrington

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ ”Look— I—“ you stuttered, eyes bulging out of its sockets when your eyes went downward through the dark curls where a humongous appendage rests,making you cover your eyes with a shriek, making the handsome and very much naked “incubus” (what he said when he appeared in your room) chuckle. “No, you look at me.” He stated. “My name is Steve, and you followed that tutorial and here am I, at your service. Now, what fun things do you have in mind?” (Incubus!Steve Harrington x curious human!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “Steve. Steve. Steven.” You tried to shook him out of it, mouth agape while his eyes slowly blink. “Nope— nope! Halloween is like— in a week! Why— why do you have wings?! Wings?! Where— what shop did you even get them?! A-and and why are they moving?! Oh god. Yeah I must’ve been dreaming— dreaming!” (Bestfriend!Steve Harrington x Angel!reader)

Rafe Cameron

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ ”Now, Rafe, what’s your favourite horror movie?” “If I find out whoever the fuck you are, I’m gonna kill you.” “Aww, wrong answer. Try again before I come in and make you.” (Rafe Cameron x Ghostface!Reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.” Finding his hands wrapped around your neck, you closed your eyes and accepted that this is where his hands belong. (Priest!Rafe Cameron x Nun!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ You don’t know what you were thinking to even tell your friends that you’ll distract the killer on the loose while they escape. You always peg yourself as the “final girl.” I guess not. You just hope that the psychopath hesitates to kill you. (Serial killer!Rafe Cameron x reader)

JJ Maybank

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ ”You— you!” JJ pointed his finger at you, making everyone look at you confused while you giggle. With a sultry smile, you sat down on his lap. You tilt your head in mock confusion with a dramatic gasp, your hands gripping his shoulder blades. “Me? What about me?” (JJ Maybank x Succubus!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ When you told JJ that you’re a witch, he didn’t believe you. Mocking you for having a wild imagination. So you drank one of your potions and a set of cat ears popped up on top of your head. Standing there in shock and awe, he suddenly grabbed a bottle and drank all of its contents thinking that he’ll have the same thing, not knowing its a VERY potent potion meant for something else. (JJ Maybank x Witch!reader)

[agentnico]

Late Night with the Devil (2024) review

Nothing beats retro 70’s demonic haunting. It was a simpler time…

Plot: Johnny Carson rival Jack Delroy hosts a syndicated talk show ‘Night Owls’ that has long been a trusted companion to insomniacs around the country. However, ratings for the show have plummeted since the tragic death of Jack's beloved wife. Desperate to turn his fortunes around, on October 31st, 1977, Jack plans a Halloween special like no other- unaware he is about to unleash evil into the living rooms of America.

Ladies and gentlemen, please do not adjust your television sets, for there is a new found-footage horror film in town from the indy circuit, and it might just breath the right amount of fresh air into an oversaturated genre. Personally I’ve never been a major fan of found-footage. I hear folks raving about the original Blair Witch Project yet all I watched was a bunch of guys running around the woods screaming endlessly for no reason. Additionally the shaky-cam element can be so dizzying and sickly that I truly end up questioning the entertainment value of it all. There are exceptions to the rule of course. 2008’s science fiction invasion popcorn flick Cloverfield was tons of fun, as it provided a genuine experience of what it would be like if you were thrown right into the middle of monster attack in the millennial age. There are also some genuine scares and the found footage format worked really well with the film’s themes. I too enjoyed the 2020 black comedy Spree, where Joe Keery’s driver goes on a murder spree whilst constantly filming himself in hopes of becoming a viral sensation. It may not be a five-star ride, but it earns its tip for being a well crafted and inspired effort. To be fair, The Visit from M. Night Shyamalamadingdong was enjoyable piece of horror involving creepy grandparents. Okay, maybe I do enjoy found-footage flicks, but as long as they are decently made and that format style supports the narrative in a cohesive and advantageous way.

With Late Night with the Devil, ideologies of faith and the paranormal are challenged through the lens of the late-night TV format. Think how the 1976 Network analysed the corruption of the television industry, and how the camera can influence the politics and beliefs of those watching, Late Night with the Devil does the same but with the supernatural. Presented as a rediscovered master tape of a notorious Halloween late night special, it feels like we’re watching an actual talk show in real time, and the 70’s inspiration is in full display here from the grainy monitor display to the costumers to the special effects. It truly feels like we’re looking into a time capsule of the past, and that this all really happened. Again, found-footage as a filmmaking style works when it serves the purpose of the narrative, which in this case it does. It is a shame then that the movie in its finale loses the found-footage element and instead opts for the shock value by showcasing a dream-like vision of one of the characters. Granted at the time of watching the ending it did give me a “what the fuck” reaction that the movie was going for, but looking back this sequence did hinder what otherwise was a fantastic piece of creepy unique horror.

Performances across the entire cast were great and really dedicated. Wonderful to see David Dastmalchian finally get a leading role, as he’s always been a stand-out supporting performer, whether he was polka-dotting in The Suicide Squad, or stealing the comedic limelight from Paul Rudd in the Ant-Man movies, or being a haunting presence in every Denis Villeneuve epic. Dastmalchian is a true scene stealer, and at age 48 it is shocking that only now he finally gets a lead role. Regardless he is fantastic as Jack Delroy, as he balances the charming charisma of a late-night talk show host whilst also showcases the inner demons of this character, still mourning the recent death of his wife, as well as his eagerness to become relevant again after consistently losing ratings. From the quivers in his voice to the fear in his eyes, this is a really juicy showcasing role for Dastmalchian and one that is sure to be a memorable one when looking back on the actor’s rich filmography. Ingrid Torelli as Lilly the possessed survivor of a Satanic cult was truly creepy and unnerving. From her voice changes to her awkward movements, she truly felt unnatural, or dare I say supernatural, and her strangeness was at times even comical, but also really uncomfortable. Ian Bliss as Carmichael Hunt, a paranormal sceptic, too gave a powerhouse performance, delivering lines with prowess and was a truly commanding presence. Rhys Auteri rounds up the cast as Gus the announcer of Jack’s late night show, acting very befit of, say, a Higgins for Jimmy Fallon or a Guillermo for Jimmy Kimmel. He very much embraced the role as Dastmalchian’s side-kick and provided some solid light-hearted comedy to the proceedings.

Late Night with the Devil is a true delight for horror enthusiasts, with some great use of old-school practical effects evidently inspired by 1982’s The Thing, solid sound design that harkened back to that era of television, and enough unsettling moments of suspense to entertain and shock. Minus a couple of cheap electrical sparks there isn’t any CGI used which is refreshing, and overall visually the retro element was truly delightful. Again, the ending does scratch some heads, but overall this is a refreshing piece of campy horror, with a showcasing performance from Dastmalchian. In this you can truly put your faith on.

Overall score: 7/10

[bronbiala]

💗💗💗💗

hi!

(this is going to be a bit different post than most of mine stuff i post here)

it's october and it's kind of a special time for me since it's been a year from my break-up with my very toxic and abusive ex and a year with no sh. being here and making friends with other's who struggle gave me a will to keep fighting for myself so i can be even stronger and better person for all of you that might need me. i also got into a new relationship and my bf and i will actually be 1 year sh free toghether at the same time, like how cool is that? anyway, i'm planning to celebrate it on halloween cuz i love halloween. and also i soon i will have my full 3 years being recovered from ana and ed in general.

to anyone who is reading this: recovery is possible! so try your best to find yourself and let in the love again

if anyone is interested in more details in my recovery story such as what i did, did i relapse on the way, was it hard, did i go to psych ward and stuff like that leave a note and ill make a sequel to this post soon

as always i love you guys! remember you are inportant, valid and loved and you need to take care of yourself you amazing human! i wish you all the best and i hope you have an awsome day today <33 🦇

[darklight-phantasm]

Not exactly Halloween content but she’s a witch so it kinda counts?

Putting that aside I actually wanted to do something for my personal Skylanders anniversary, since it’s now been exactly 10 years since I got my very first Skylander - Hex. Thinking about that makes it almost impossible to believe because it still feels like I just got into this franchise recently, but time works in funny ways I guess. Last week however, it really did hit me what that truly means and I want to write a little more for the occasion.

Ten years ago (I don’t have an exact date I just remember October) a 10 year old me finally decided to buy my first Skylander after obsessing over it all summer. I haven’t fully realized it yet, but Hex has been my instant favorite the moment I saw her. A little strange for a 10 year old but also telling. And despite that being such a big moment in retrospect, looking back I don’t really remember that day all that well. I was excited obviously, but other than that it was a normal day with a relatively normal event - I bought a brand new toy. She’s then been sitting on my desk for two more months until I finally got the first game for christmas, and of course she was the very first Skylander I placed on the portal as well. That moment I remember. That was the moment where I truly believed magic was real. Seeing this figure of this character who I’ve grown so connected to appear on the screen in front of me and come to life. Today I even dug out my Wii and first portal to play the game again after five years, (in 2017 I last replayed SSA) and even now I can still feel a little spark of that magic whenever I put Hex on the portal.

Hex is not only my favorite Skylander, she quickly became my favorite fictional character in general. I think the fact that out of all these colorful and weird characters the one you immediately fall in love with is a dark gothic witch is proof that you really mean it and that you’re a certified weird kid. Not only visually did she speak to me, but also her powers and especially her story. A powerful sorceress sacrificing herself for the people of Skylands just to become a feared outcast in return. It’s one of the rare Skylander bios which tells us a lot about the Skylander as a character and explains exactly why they are the way they are. It’s always been fascinating to me that despite being treated like that for centuries, she still held her head up high and continued to do good. I can relate to her in more aspects than I’d like to admit. She’s an inspiration for me and a great source of motivation regarding any Skylanders related project. Heck, she’s the main reason I got and still am into this franchise in the first place. I love many of the characters, but none could ever come close to the adoration I have for her.

I know this all sounds overly sentimental and maybe even crazy considering that she is just one of many faces made for a game with the main purpose of pulling money out of your pockets. Not to say the Skylanders were made without any thoughts or passion put into them, quite the opposite, but when you look at each of them individually it’s often hard to see more than just their unique designs and punny catchphrases. Hex is one of the lucky ones with a more distinctive personality and story, but even then you might not consider her that special. For me, thinking about Hex was always about analyzing what we had and adding onto that. What were her former friends like? How did the battle with Malefor go? How exactly do people react to her and why? How are her relationships with the other Skylanders? How does she feel throughout all that? At this point I’d like to call her my OC with all the headcanons I piled onto her. Ultimately, she’s still the character everyone sees on the surface, a cold and mysterious witch possessing unfathomable undead powers. And on the very surface she’s just the token goth, which also counts for something.

I could go on and on about my feelings for Hex, but I’ll end it here. She means the absolute most to me and I couldn’t imagine my life without her, as ridiculous as it sounds. She has helped me through many different times in life, good and bad, and I will forever hold her dear in my heart for that.

Thanks for everything.

[vievecorcityevents]

Vievecor City’s annual HALLOWEEN PARTY is finally upon us! Given that Halloween falls on October 31st, the demons in Vievecor City have decided that the entire day and then some has been dedicated for this year’s party. Guests are invited to the Vicium starting from 11pm on Oct 30th and are welcome to stay until the morning of November 1st. 

Once guests pass through the entrance of Vicium, they will be transported to a courtyard where up ahead of them is a looming gothic castle with its windows flickering with light. No matter what time of the day it is, it will always be night time in this space. Guests will be guided up a tree-lined path towards the entrance of the castle.

The castle houses many different locations each with a different surprise in store. Party guests have been informed in the party invitations that all the doors and entryways of each location are portals that lead to any other location in the castle at random. 

For example, Person A might exit the entrance hall and enter the ballroom while Person B might exit the same way and enter the gardens instead. No two people will end up in the same location unless they pass through the doors at the exact same time. Going back through the door a person has entered may or may not lead them back to their previous location.

Anyone who agrees to come to this party have also been told that they will be subjected to spells that the demons assured will be harmless. The spells are simply meant to spice things up for the party guests.

HOW TO MOVE THROUGH ROOMS:

Players are allowed to either choose the rooms they want to enter or if they are in for a bit more chaos they can use THIS WHEEL PICKER to enter rooms at random during their threads. If the picker lands on the room the player is already in, spin again!

Since we cannot verify the wheel picker choices for everyone, players are trusted to use it at their own discretion.

(OOC: This event mechanic is to give players the freedom to either choose their own character’s journey through the event or let chaos dictate how their night will go. Have fun!)

THE ENTRANCE HALL:

This is the first location that all guests will step into once they enter the castle. A large staircase leads up to the two sides of the entrance hall, each lined with a total of four large doors that each one lead to a different part of the castle at random. A stage with a live band has been set up at the top of these stairs to entertain guests as they arrive. Demons, dark witches and others working here have been tasked with ushering people through the side doors with guests not knowing where in the castle they might end up.

EFFECTIVE SPELL: 'Let’s Celebrate’. This spell that has been cast over the entrance hall will entice everyone to be more willing to take part in the celebrations, though it might not affect a person’s baseline mood! For example, if a person is feeling sad when they enter, the spell will convince them to join in the festivities and explore the rooms but will not take away their sadness. Once a character leaves the ballroom, the spell will last for 4hrs and can be renewed once they step into this location again.

(OOC: Characters can use this space as a resting point between rooms. All magic effect timelines are for player reference only and will only affect the character in-game.)

THE BALLROOM:

Large windows run across one length of the castle’s ballroom while doors that lead elsewhere in the castle line the other. This space has been set up with a bar at one end of the hall serving alcoholic, non-alcoholic drinks and even different types of blood for the vampires. A large buffet table has been set up down the middle that serves all manner of horror themed macabre-looking food catering to every species and their dietary needs.

PARTY EVENT: ‘The Case of the Spiked Punch’. The star of the night’s menu is the different sorts of punch that are available. There are five different flavours on offer, each with its own special magical properties. Guests will not know which punch they are going to get.

❤️ = No More Lies: This punch makes the drinker tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Effects last for up to 6hrs.

🧡 = Wasted: This punch will cause the drinker to become excessively drunk no matter what species they are. They might start to act oddly and even start hallucinating. Effects last for up to 4hrs.

💛 = Good or Bad: This punch will cause its drinker to take on the opposite personality traits of what they usually are. A nice person will become more nasty or a rude person will become extremely polite. Effects last for up to 8hrs.

💚 = Lyrical: This punch will cause its drinker to only be able to speak in song lyrics. Effects last for up to 3hrs.

💙 = Take It Off: This punch will cause the player to remove an article of clothing every time their name is said. Effects last for up to 2hrs.

(OOC: Players can either choose the type of punch they want to drink or are welcome to send the different emojis to other willing players. Players are allowed to have more than one effect in play at any time. All magic effect timelines are for player reference only and will only affect the character in-game.)

THE LIBRARY:

The walls of the library of this castle is lined from one end to the other with books and there are only two doors at either end of this space. Anyone who takes the time to look through these shelves will find all sorts of supernatural and horror-themed books, scrolls, poems and texts that go back through time from when the first piece of horror literature was put to paper. Some first edition texts such as the Divine Comedy (1307), the Malleus Maleficarum (1486), The Castle of Otranto (1764) and many more have been put on special display for all to see.

EFFECTIVE SPELL: ‘Unleash Your Inner Monster’. This spell will cause anyone who steps foot in the library to take on traits of the character they are dressed up as, even going so far as changing a person’s species. For example, a witch dressed as a vampire will become a vampire and experience the same things a vampire does such as a thirst for blood. A person dressed as a particular film/TV character will also take on personality traits of that character. For characters who dressed close to what they originally are, this spell will have no effect. For example, a werewolf dressing as a werewolf. This spell will last for 18hrs or will dispel once a character leaves the castle building.

(OOC: All magic effect timelines are for player reference only and will only affect the character in-game.)

THE GARDENS:

The entrance to the castle gardens is in a gazebo overlooking a beautifully manicured pond that is bathed in moon and starlight. Grecian statues have been artfully placed around the gardens and some might even seem move from the corner of the guests eyes, making them seem like a captive audience to whatever goes on in this space.

EFFECTIVE SPELL: 'Something In The Air’. This spell will enhance a person’s innermost emotions for whoever they enter this space with. For example, if Person A likes Person B as a friend but has a small desire to pursue something more, the spell will enhance that emotion and push A towards taking action. Inversely, if Person A dislikes Person B, that feeling will be enhanced into hatred or even contempt and they might be pushed towards acting on that feeling. This spell will last for as long as the persons are in the gardens, but who knows how one might reevaluate their emotions in the aftermath...

(OOC: All magic effect timelines are for player reference only and will only affect the character in-game.)

THE DUNGEONS:

The dungeons are situated below the castle and span the entire castle grounds. Also known as the Labyrinth, this space is the home and territory of a minotaur -- an eight-foot tall half man, half bull creature of magic. With his keen sense of smell, the minotaur will know immediately when someone has entered his space and will do everything he can to hunt them down. Minotaurs are physically stronger than even deities or demons but they do not move as quickly. This creature’s biggest advantage in the dungeons is that he knows it like the back of his hand. 

PARTY EVENT: 'Welcome to the Labyrinth’. The demons have deemed this to be an exciting game of tag that is definitely not for the faint-hearted. The door will lock behind the person or persons who enter and they will need to make their way through the twisting and turning corridors of the minotaur’s territory to find the exit on the other side.

(OOC: This is the first official introduction of a magical creature to Vievecor City RP! Elves and witches with expert level animal magic will be able to communicate with this creature and it will be easier for them to pass through this dungeon if the minotaur believes they mean no harm. Demon or expert-level animal magic dark witch characters are welcome to be working here to help lost and terrified characters out of the dungeons. Players are welcome to play this game of tag out as they see fit, including having the minotaur hurt their characters if they desire. The minotaur will not be able to kill anyone before a dark witch or demon NPC intervenes.)

RULES:

Our Halloween Party Event will run from Oct 24th, 12pm EST to Nov 1st, 12pm EST. In-game, everything will happen from the night of Oct 30th to the morning of Nov 1st. Players are free to choose whether to participate or not, but it is highly encouraged for everyone to do so. Characters who do not know of the supernatural world will have to sit this event out but they will not be penalised for low activity.

Once the event has begun, we ask players to only post starters which are related to it. Please tag all new starters with #vchalloween2022 and #vievecorcitystarter and @vievecorcitystarters​. The open starter rules still apply!

We advise players to place prior threads on hold during our event week, however, this is not required.

Thank you for reading and HAVE FUN!

[slasher-male-wife]

Halloween slasher event: Making costumes with Brahms

Happy October everyone I hope you're excited for Halloween. I bring you the first of my special little Halloween treats for y'all, making costumes with Brahms. I would love to make my own costume ngl. Anyway reader is male because I think it was just easier for the plot, enjoy.

Warnings: Reader implied to be mid sized, short, and have tanner skin

It's two weeks away from Halloween. You've been convincing Brahms since August to go out with you for Halloween. You know that there's always a big party in town on Halloween and you want to brings Brahms to it. After a lot of convincing he finally said yes. But now comes the issue of costumes. You tried to convince Brahms to do something else but he was dead sent on being his doll.

"Brahms don't you want to be something like I don't know, a cowboy? Or a Ghost?" He shakes his head.

"I want to be the doll, and I want you to match with me."

"I'm gonna be the doll too?"

"No Y/n you're gonna wear a suit too. You’ll look great I promise.”

“Brahms I’m not gonna wear a suit. It’s Halloween I wanna be something fun and scary and stuff.”

“Please Y/n. Can’t you do it for me?” He begs putting on his best puppy dog eyes. You sigh and nod.

"Fine I'll do it Brahms. But we'll have to tailor the suit to fit me." Brahms is quick to wrap you in a big hug and swing you around.

"Thank you thank you thank you Y/n! We're going to look so good together. I promise you'll look amazing."

"Of course Brahms I know we'll look great."

Later that day the two of you set out to find matching clothes for the costumes. Brahms of course already has everything he needs to be the doll. But you however need to find something to work with. You started to dig through Mr. Heelshire's closet to find anything you could work with. You eventually found a black, pin striped suit in his closet. It's rather big and when you put on the coat and the pants they were a bit long, but the waist fit perfectly.

You get out to Mrs. Heelshire's sewing room and began to pin the suit to your measurments. Brahms was in the room with you, playing some classical music as he watched you hand stitch the hemming on the suit because the machine Mrs. Heelshire has was ancient and you couldn't work what so ever.

"So Brahms I came up with an idea for my costume. Do you know about the Adams family?" You ask looking back at him. He shakes his head and you go back to sewing, "Well they're this gothic family who wear all black and are considered odd by everyone else. There are two kids, and aunt and uncle, a mother and father and a butler. I think I should go as the father, Gomez Adams. I kind of look like him and if I fix my hair and draw on a mustace I could easily be him," You look back to Brahms again, "You could also always be the butler. If you wanted to. He has a pale face and we could pass off the mask by saying you have very sensitive skin." You keep stitching the hem of the sleeve on the jacket while Brahms huffs a bit.

"But I was supposed to be my doll. I don't want to change that." He says grabbing the doll and looking over it. You tie off the thread and cut it short.

"That's perfectly fine to do Brahms. People might be confused but I totally understand. You'll be a very handsome boy on Halloween." You begin to re thread the needle and Brahms watches as you begin to fix the other sleeve on the jacket.

Halloween finally comes and you're getting ready with Brahms in the Bathroom. He's slicking down his hair and you're drawing on Gomez's mustache with some eyeliner. You've got on your fixed up suit and Brahms has his suit that matches his doll on too. You smooth over your hair one last time before you turn to Brahms.

"How do I look." He turns and looks at you.

"Lovely Y/n. How do I look?" He asks turning to show you his suit.

"You look just like a doll."

[simplysummers]

Bea’s nails: 2022 edition!

So over the past twelve months I have decided to treat myself with a new nail look every four weeks or so, just to help take pride in my appearance, so I’ll stop biting the darn things, and also so I can have a fun little spa day to treat myself with. My nail tech is such a talented woman, I’ve been with her since I was eight years old, and she’s been helping me through this new awesome journey with some beautiful patterns.

Also should out to the harem for helping me pick colours and patterns sometimes!

January and February:

I actually had that first set done for Christmas of 2021, but I kept the design for the entirety of Jan! I love the dark blue and that snowflake design is so cute. But look how short they were!! (Also no my thumb is not that short, it just bends at a horrendous angle. Hyper mobility check-)

The February nails were the first ones I’d ever had done that weren’t for a special occasion, and I absolutely loved them. (I might have that design again at some point.) I love how simple but elegant the triangle is, and that nude is quite flattering.

March and March:

We had a minor setback after I chewed them all off mid March, but there are always bumps in the road on every journey. I call the first set my ‘bi’ set, even though I personally am not bi and the colours are ever so slightly off. But they were still so much fun!

The yellows will always be a favourite, I remember as soon as she got the colour in she thought of me because it’s been my favourite colour since I was a tot, and the colour was called BumbleBea! They were a mat finish instead of the usual gel shine, and I didn’t really like that as much, but it’s always good to try new things and I loved the design, and the colour really is just gorgeous.

April and May:

Okay so these are some of my faves, design wise. I wasn’t expecting to love that green as much as I do, but I was like a “must have” after the first time. And as you’ll see that pastel pink and blue stuck around for awhile. This pattern was just so fun too-!

Just look at the length on those May nails! The golden foil was so pretty, and like I said in the above point, I fell in love with her pastel collection, but especially the pink and blue. I can’t pick a favourite between these two sets, they’re both brilliant.

June and July:

Birthday nails!!! I definitely think concerning designs, my June nails were my absolute favourites. We picked the colours based on my birthday dress, which was satin sage, and my new watch, which was rose gold. Like I’m sorry but just look at those things, to quote the corn kid, ‘I can’t imagine a more beautiful thing’. Ahhh I want them again so bad.

My July nails might look a little plain in comparison to the previous ones I’ve had, but literally as soon as I sat down at the table my eyes fell to that turquoise glitter and I was like “oh I gotta have that”. And because it’s such a bold choice, we decided to go simple for the other nails, which was definitely the right thing to do because look how pretty they are! Plus the length, I think this was the first time I’d gone the whole four weeks without chipping or nibbling at them.

August and September:

Apologies for the weird angles in this photo, I don’t know why I was making a claw-. The blue and pink make their return one final time for the summer! I love the little criss-cross pattern on the middle finger. And that pink-tinted gold really stuck out to me too, they really were so pretty. (And so long!)

My August nails actually got so long that they were starting to hurt a little by the time I was due to have them done, so we took a considerable amount off of my Sept nails and they’re still super long! These were still a nice bright yellow, but more toned down as autumn rolls in and summer fades off. I loved the gold foil on the index finger too. So many people hate foil prints and I’m like what?? I think it’s so pretty, and super shiny.

October and November

So some explanation. For Halloween I dressed up as Dorothy this year, I went to scarefest with my best friend and we were the centre of attention (what can I say, it’s the Sebastian in me). Unfortunately right before I had these nails done, my index nail actually broke while I was putting my shoes on, which explains the length issue. But they’re still super pretty!! I loved the bows.

These. Nails. Are. So. Cute. We all know I love this blue. A week before I had these painted, I had to have a surgical procedure on my hip, and I wasn’t allowed to wear nail polish. After my procedure I had a bit of a breakdown concerning the pain, and as old habits tend to die hard, I nibbled them all off before I had the chance to get them repainted (which usually encourages me not to bite them). However, my nail tech worked her magic and managed to give me the most beautiful winter nails with a really cool ‘sweater’ texture! I love them! (And I didn’t mind the mat as much this time).

December:

And we come full circle with my Christmas nails of 2022, which aren’t actually very Christmassy. I’m going on vacation for three weeks over the Christmas and new year period (and missing my one year anniversary with my girlfriend 😭), so I settled on a mix of summery vibes, and some fun Christmas bows! These are actually so cute, and I’m obsessed with this pink and the glitter together.

I had so much fun going on this new journey for 2022, and coming home with a new nail design never failed to brighten my month. I think my top three would be June, August and potentially May, but like- those December 2022 nails? Oh they’re just so lovely.

[translationandbetrayals]

Shiki, an anime perfect for the season

September is ending, and with it comes October, which means… Halloween!

So, it is the perfect time to talk about one of my favorite horror anime: Shiki.

This anime was aired first in 2010 and is based off a novel with the same title, written by Fuyumi Ono. It is a horror story that presents a mystery, and by the middle and end of it has some very grotesque and gory scenes that are also absolutely cruel. If you are an extremely empathetic person you might cry at least five times throughout the story (I did it, I am that person), so proceed with caution.

  A summary (without spoilers):

The story of Shiki takes place in a small village called Sotoba. It is so rural that the population consists of no more than 1300 inhabitants, where almost everyone knows each other. A typical countryside portrayal.

This village has only one entrance, and besides that, everything is surrounded by trees. Those same trees are the ones people use to make the tombstones and coffins for their dead. That's why one of the main characters, a monk that's also a novelist, says that they are surrounded by death itself.

In this place where nothing interesting ever happens, a big mansion with European architecture was built on a hill, a place the villagers used to call Kanemasa. This edification was empty for a long time, until the owners, the Kirishiki family, finally got to live there. And that is when everything started to change.

  One of the aspects that really caught my attention when I watched this show for the first time, was the character design of the cast. It has an art style that seems pretty unique, and I think it fits the story pretty well. Some characters look a bit creepy, but it is part of the charm these designs hold. (I would like to post them here, but sadly I don’t know how, so if you are interested, please check them on google).

  Now, I would like to comment and give my insights on this story, so there will be some huge spoilers. There are no big plot twists, since it is obvious from the start who were the culprits and what they actually are, but the motives and relationships between the characters, and what they can do to obtain what they want.

  Well, more than writing on the story, which I think is actually very simple because the reasons of why everything happened are said literally at some point, so if you pay enough attention, it is pretty clear. The vampire family wanted a place in which they could live freely, as if they were normal people. What was the meaning of this? That they actually wanted everyone in the village to become like them, to be one of them, and so, live like the normal people lived in other places, with their jobs and families, a normal life, but in the night. To obtain this, their only option was to kill everyone there, and hope most of them would revive and become part of them.

But why would they want to become allies with the same people that killed them? They were manipulated, as we can see with the case of Tohru, who was a kindhearted guy that got forced to kill his best friend, just because if did not obey, they threatened to go after his siblings. To me, it was one of the most heartbreaking parts of the story, specially because his friend, who is one of the main characters, decides to let him kill him, but trying to convince him of running away until the end. Natsuno (one of the protagonists) never wanted to live in that place, and he was very straightforward about it. He did not let others be friendly with him because he was decided to leave that place when he graduated school, so he really never wanted to get close to anyone. The only exception was Tohru, who was so nice even he could not reject him. So, when his only friend died, and he could see him be “alive” again, he was not strong enough to abandon him. He said that he would find a way in which they could live on without hurting people, that he would let him take his blood when he was hungry and that he would not give up on him. But nothing changed, and he died too. Because it was his life vs the life of Tohru’s family, and even if he decided not to kill Natsuno, the Kirishikis already wanted him dead because he was aware of everything. So even if he refused to do it, someone else would. It was inevitable.

After that, Tohru continued killing people and obeying the Kirishiki family, because what else could he do? The hunger the vampires had to endure was so painful, and he already lost by his own hands one of the most important people to him, he already hated himself enough to the point he could not care anymore about strangers, it would not change anything if he stopped now.

Besides that case, there were other persons that decided to kill their own families with the expectation that they would get up just like they did.

“Everyone feels guilty at first, but then we get used to it, because if we don’t eat, we would die”.

That was the excuse they would give to the recently awakened vampires (that in this story get the name of “shiki”), but it is not completely true. They had to drink someone’s blood at least three times, three days in a row to damage that person’s body. And even when that happened, if the person received a blood transfusion, they would get better. It was by no means necessary to kill anyone, it was a decision they took because they wanted to convert the village.

  Some people tend to comment on this series, saying that the main message is something like, when two sides are confronted, there are good and bad people on both sides. Or that shikis are to the humans, as humans are to the animals. I do not think so.

In one of the firsts chapters, there is a scene where the main character (Natsuno) rejects a gift from a girl. It was the funeral of another girl that often stalked him because “she loved him”, and the gift was a letter she wrote to him before dying. Her “childhood friend” found it and wanted to give it to him on her behalf. He rejected it in a very cold way, saying how he hated that place and how everyone there tried to push their expectations onto others. He was not close to the dead girl, so he did not want a present from her.

Later, he also comments how he hated that his parents just decided on their own that it was the best for him if he grow up in a peaceful place, and they just moved on without even asking him his opinion. And that everyone in that place was so, talking about others and expecting them to do this or that, pushing their opinions and just deciding for them.

The girl expected him to receive the letter, his parents decided that the countryside was better for him, the people of the village who had family business were expected to follow their parent’s field, and the Kirishikis expected to convert everyone there and make them part of their family. That is what I think is the main point on this story.

There are two other major characters who also happen to have a profession that they inherited from their families: one of them was the doctor, Toshio Okazaki, and the other one was the monk, Seishin Muroi. There is also a scene when they were young, in which Seishin says that they should not feel forced to follow the path their families wanted for them, but at some point, he realized how much the people of the village depended on them. It is important to the story, because both of them also realize what is happening there, but only one of them decides to take action and do something to save the village. The other, admits that he was actually waiting for the village to die, or to die he himself, since he was tired of faking being a good person just to please God. I do not remember if he said it literally, or if it was shown on the story he was writing, but he just wanted to be free.

I really think this is a pretty good story. Not because of the main plot, because it is really not a big deal, but because of the characters.

The main character 1, Natsuno, a cold boy that was unnecessarily mean to everyone, decided to die rather than to hurt or abandon his best friend.

Main character 2, the doctor Ozaki, he did some horrible things but at the same time was the only one actively trying to save people. I think he is a psychopath, but I can’t really blame him, since his motivation was for the greater good.

The last main character, the monk, I think he was lost and didn’t want to admit that he hated the village and his job. He tried to be neutral, because resisting and fighting the shikis meant that they had to kill them, and as a monk he did not want to do that. But actually, he was just waiting for everything to collapse, so he would be free. And he was not aware of this until the end, where he decides to save the one that caused everything and run away with her.

I think all of them are really good characters, independently if they appear a lot or not, or if they talk more than what they actually do, because there are characters who make the story move, and others that just make you think and analyze with them what are you seeing, and to me that is one of the most important things when watching a story.

I’m sorry for the long text, but it is really one of my favorite anime. If you read all of this, thank you.

-SBMC

[ghostsxagain]

@ssvperboy​ asked: Anakin & Mars

Ultimate Ship Meme Christmas Edition | accepting!

Which one of them:

Spikes the eggnog? Anakin, without question LOL

Hangs the stockings? They hang their own :)

Leaves cookies and milk out to keep up with the Santa tradition? Anakin

“Accidentally” throws away the fruitcake? Anakin LOL

Goes overboard on the whipped cream? Trick question, they both do it like the children they are

Is the inevitable Christmas Grinch? Neither but Mars if I HAVE to pick someone

Wakes up first on Christmas? Mars since Anakin never went to bed the night before, he was too excited

Rolls their eyes as the same cheesy carol plays in the stores for the millionth time? Mars

Starts playing Christmas music the day after Halloween? NEITHER, this is forbidden

Decorates the Christmas tree? Together!!!!!!

Who wears the ugly Christmas sweaters? LOL Mars suggests it and Anakin happily obliges

Picks out the holiday movies and who makes the hot cocoa? Mars can pick the movies while Anakin makes the drinks (definitely spikes these too lol)

Starts the snowball fight? Anakin!

Drags the other under the mistletoe? I think they’re both flirty assholes that do this hahahaha

Decorates the house? Together!!!

Hangs up the ornaments on the tree? Again, together!

Cooks Christmas dinner? I can’t speak for Mars but Anakin is an OKAY cook. How cute would it be to work on the dinner together, goofing off? It doesn’t come out perfect but they’re happy with it

Invites the other to sing a Christmas duet? Mars for their first Christmas together. By the second one Anakin is much more confident

Has any holiday traditions? Anakin has a few that he holds dear from when his family was whole and would love to share them with Mars but is also very open to any that Mars wants to incorporate!

Who would start a food fight during baking? They both would lol nerds

Would get drunk off of eggnog? Anakin, 100%

Who starts putting up decorations in October? Anakin would NEVER and if he saw Mars doing it he would pitch a fit

Buys the advent calendars? They buy one for the other :))

Places mistletoes all around the house? They make a game out of it and set them up EVERYWHERE

Wraps the presents for other people? I can see them both being decent at this. Anakin has the hand eye coordination, Mars is probably more patient

Puts the final star/angel on the top of the Christmas tree? Mars

Is the one that hates eggnog? Mars?

Is the one that bakes Christmas cookies for guests? Anakin would bake special cookies which might get him in trouble so Mars has to bake the regular ones LOL

Sends out the Christmas cards? Mars, if they do this

Knows all the words to Twelve Days of Christmas? Both of ‘em

Is the better snowman builder? Mars, much to Anakin’s irritation

Is the one that wakes the other on Christmas morning by playing Christmas songs really loudly? Anakin

[shining-louist]

- Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice by @harriblou on AO3

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that,” Harry muttered through clenched teeth, bones already burning with the pure desire and hatred mixing in his body. It was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline and something else that probably came with fucking Louis Tomlinson. He squeezed his neck just a little tighter. “I can’t stand it.”

Their lips were brushing against each other, just moving with the ragged movements of their mouths and harsh breathing.

“You’re a lying piece of shit dickhead,” Louis muttered right back. That was all he did, challenge and nag. He loved to have the last word and Harry let him because he used all his energy to fuck him mindless.

- You & Me Got a Whole Lot of History by @littleroverlouis on AO3

Harry is a 'born-lucky' immortal, happily coasting through life as he finds himself back in Burlington, Vermont. His life has been full of fun and excitement, but he lost his one great love three hundred years ago in New Orleans.

He never anticipated a reunion with his lost love in a Trader Joes, until he comes face to face with a very angry and apparently, very immortal Louis.

- Something in the World Today by @whoknows on AO3

It shouldn’t be a surprise, the first time that Louis drops to his knees in front of Harry. It shouldn’t be, because it’s been something that Louis has needed for a long time. It shouldn’t be, because he’s been crawling out of his skin for weeks on end. It shouldn’t be, because Harry always makes him feel better. It shouldn’t be, because he’s needed this even when he didn’t know that he needed it.

Somehow, it still is.

- a virgin to that money by @eversincewefellapart on AO3

AU. Harry and Louis are broke university students who hate each other and make a sex tape. (In which Louis gets fucked a lot, Harry can't find the camera, and the road to falling in love is different for everyone.)

- Set It Up, Spin Me Round by @QuickedWeen on AO3

When a new sex club opens up in downtown Boston, Louis decides to check it out. She's dabbled in the scene before and is always down for a good time, but she never expects to make such a strong connection with the mystery woman sitting alone at the bar.

- across city skyline ( and straight through my heart ) by @halosboat on AO3

Louis Tomlinson meets Hollywood Heartthrob, Harry Styles when he walks into Louis' little bakery one day.

Immediately, Louis is charmed by him and Louis thinks Harry might feel the same way, given the fact that Harry has visited the bakery everyday since he'd come to town.

Until one day, Harry walks in with a boyfriend under his arm and a smile on his face.

The one where Louis owns a small bakery that's well known in his town and Harry Styles is an actor who comes to town to film a new movie. Louis is endeared by him, but that doesn’t seem to matter since Harry Styles is already taken.

- Tuesday Night by @28moon on AO3

“Cuddle me” Louis mumbles to his neck.

“You smell like her '' Harry mumbles and pushes Louis rudely off.

Louis furrows his brows pouting and tries to cuddle Harry again.

“Go shower” Harry commands, pushing Louis away again.

“I'm too tired, can you just cuddle me and put that damn book down.” Louis sighs, getting a bit annoyed.

“Nope, not when you smell like her” Harry answers.

- We´ll Be Seamless by @dinosaursmate on AO3

Green reblogged an old photo of himself. It was from back in October, a Halloween special. A pulse shot all the way through Louis because this photo was his absolute favourite, and it had taken the rest of the year for him to wean himself off of it.

Green was on his knees, arms stretched out in front of him with his fingertips digging into the surface of his bed. He was wearing a pair of cat ears on his head, his curls falling forward. His back was arched, and in the foreground of the picture, Green’s bum was high in the air, a long, black cat tail sitting neatly between his cheeks.

---

Louis spends all his spare time scrolling arty nude blogs on Tumblr but amongst them all, Green is his favourite.

- Paradise Valley by @onesweetworld18 on AO3

Singer-songwriter Harry Styles is at the top of his career in music when he gets devastating news that alters his career and life, possibly forever. Harry relocates to Paradise Valley, Montana to try and get clarity on his ever changing life. Enter Louis Tomlinson, a cafe owner who is less than welcoming to Harry when he arrives.

He can't resist Harry for long.

- feels like an echo by @rosesau on AO3

in which harry is a flight attendant, louis is a lawyer in the making, and a one night stand means more than either of them thought it would.

- Sit Next To Me by @allwaswell16 on AO3

Harry Styles of One Direction always gets what he wants. Well, nearly always. What he can’t seem to figure out is why the very fit man who comes to assist Liam’s tattoo artist seems to have zero interest in him. Is Louis Tomlinson the straightest man alive? Or does Louis showing up for every show on tour mean something more is going on?

- Truebonds by @jacaranda-bloom on AO3

Louis doesn't mind being an omega, most of the time. Modern medicine allows him to suppress almost all of his omega traits, but the one thing it can't suppress is his scenting cycle. Fortunately, that only needs to be dealt with every seven years and he counts himself lucky that he can afford the services of a reputable agency.

With his cycle due, he reviews the matched candidates and there's one alpha who fits all of his criteria, S28A. That's pretty much where things start to unravel.

Enter Harry Styles, scenter for hire.

Or the one where Louis is an omega in need, Harry is an alpha for hire, and destiny presents them with a fate they never saw coming.

- Can We Start Believing by @fearlesslysweetcreature on AO3

After that it’s like a dam has broken, and Harry is helpless to stop stealing small pieces of Louis’ clothing at every opportunity.

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Or, Harry keeps stealing pieces of Louis' clothes to make his nest. Louis keeps letting him.