#they asked smth halloween-esque

[seiwas]

hiii! for your ask game: issei + confrontation :) btw bc i saw your post im about to do some sketching to stretch my drawing muscles for the day so ty for the motivation! <3

hi nonie! thanks for joining my lil game 🥺 i'm glad it inspired you to draw as well!!! 🥹

help me get back into the writing groove! send me a character + any word and i'll write a short blurb about it!

contains: established relationship, matching halloween outfits, expletives, mention of tits and nipple, reader is a preschool teacher

issei + confrontation

“were you ever going to tell me?”

you stand in front of him, eyes wide with your phone thrusted to his face. matsukawa squints, sitting up higher on the couch. the unruly strands of his hair mush up into a tangled bird’s next atop his head.

your chest is hammering, heartbeat pounding at what you just uncovered; what you just saw. you check the photo again, zooming in for good measure. you can’t believe it.

yet, in front of you, sitting so relaxed is the same man standing next to you in the photo. he’s barely even leaning forward to get a better look.

“tell you what?” he tilts his head.

you groan, moving closer as you shove your phone to his face.

“look closer.”

and he does. but all he does is grin, a slight smirk as his lips curl cheekily.

“you see it?” you ask.

“yeah, what about it?”

you’re flabbergasted at this point. because right on your screen, is a picture of your little group’s halloween celebration, and—

“issei… my tits are hanging out. you can see my nipple!” you zoom in on the photo for emphasis.

he hums in agreement, unfazed and smug, “and?”

“oh my god,” you sigh in frustration, slapping his thigh, “this is posted on oikawa’s official instagram!”

he looks at the icon and pauses, then, “oh,” is all he says before he continues, smirking, “i thought it was part of your costume.”

you close your eyes, taking a deep breath in visible distress. and he has the audacity to chuckle (to chuckle!!) before pulling you in by the waist. he presses you against his chest as you slump on the couch, tucking you under his chin as he rests his palm on your back.

“it’s okay,” he reassures you, the vibrations of his voice rumbling against your cheek.

“i’m going to get fired.”

“nah,” he dismisses the thought, “they might not even see it.”

you press yourself up and give him a look, “the kids’ parents are oikawa’s fans.”

he blinks then shrugs, “not many parents can say that their kids’ preschool teacher is friends with an olympian.”

you swat his chest and pout.

“serious.”

the photo still stares at you from your screen, a group picture of everyone in their costumes with oikawa dressed as flynn rider in the center. you and matsukawa stay on the far left, his arm wrapped around your waist as you dress in matching doctor and tooth fairy outfits

“at least you’re hot,” he adds.

“a hot tooth fairy?” you manage to snort a little.

“a hot titty fairy,” he grins.

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

So many drawing ideas for this upcoming Halloween... Like

-Baby Ambrosius in a Gloreth costume with his parents because it's a family tradition for baby's first Halloween (even sillier if you hc him to be born in early fall bc then he's just like. A 2 month old potato who don't even know what's going on but keeps yanking the wig off)

-The Comic Family going out for Halloween and Ballister is going as like a mad scientist or smth (he just wears his normal lab clothes and messes up his hair lol) and Ambrosius is going as the Phantom of the Opera (tell me that bitch wouldn't, w the mask and everything plus he's such a theater camp piece of shit) and Nimona is going as Villain Ballister (she shapeshifted, Ballister is extremely bothered by this) Ambrosius at one point hugged and kissed her from behind because he thought she was Bal and Bal had to rush into the room to 2 tones of high pitched screaming

-The movie boys dressing up as each other (they are cringe but they are free) and Nimona putting on a costume despite being able to shapeshift because she wants to feel included. She'd prob be a dragon or smth

-Gay Dads AU taking their baby (dressed as a shark ofc) trick-or-treating and Ambs is dressed like a Medieval knight (lol) and Ballister is dressed like a Walking Dead-esque zombie (people keep asking him how he made it look like his arm was missing and he responds by just staring at them blankly until they realize)

Just AHHHHH Halloween shenanigans

[twinknote]

ok this is So silly and ridiculous and i don’t want anyone to read it but i just realized smth and i feel like i need to write it down and release it into the void. u may leave a like of support if u wish

i think part of the reason i am feeling so Deeply Horribly sad is part of my pseudo-bpd (my therapist and i both agree that i don’t really have all of the criteria required for a bpd diagnosis but i Do have some difficult symptoms of it that are likely just trauma related, so i do relate to the bpd baddies) and rsd (i think a lot of the bpd-esque stuff i experience is actually just Really intense rsd)

and it’s literally So embarrassing and feels so stupid. but i had that dream last night where i was going to ask L to marry me and then i saw him with someone else and it made me So sad and it meant that i had no one to marry and would be alone forever or with someone i didn’t like. and then today ive been thinking abt him and looking at art of him all day and tbh as much as i hate to admit it i am like Borderline selfship w him… like he is very comforting to me and my autistic brain needs to imagine that i’m falling asleep with someone at night and it’s almost always him… so i think part of why my sadness is so intense rn is bc of that stupid dream and also bc im like. celebrating his birthday but not really and Missing him in a weird nonexistent way and also sad abt not doing anything for halloween. i definitely feel that rejection part of my brain and heart flaring up and im like Honey idk how to break it to you but that person isn’t real and you don’t have anyone special in your life who cares about you……………. Awkward!!!!!!!!!

[harakanvarpu]

A commission I made for @/kaaoksenkorppi over Instagram! This is their oc Leonai. He was fun to draw. The eyes are exactly how I like them >w>

My commission info can be found from the pinned post! Or rather, there's a link to the info but yes.

[pocmuzings]

hello and i hope you’re doing ok!! i’m thinking of starting a murder mystery esque rp but this will be my first time running an rp and i’d love to hear any tips/preferences/things you’d like to see if you have any in terms of plot/execution!!

omg how exciting !!!!! you have to link me when it comes all together, i’d love to see it ! in response to you - this is by no means definitive or how you should run a rp. u can run it HOWEVER you would like, but these are things i’ve found that i enjoy for these type of rps / general murder mystery plots!!!

HAVE THE KILLER BE SOMEONE IN THE RP - this is the essence of the rp after all, it’s a murder MYSTERY, u can’t just have joe-blow an npc be the murderer bc then it kinda defeats the purpose of why anybody would want to solve it! ppl like to have an EMOTIONAL CONNECTION to whoever the killer could be. before you even open the rp to the public, u should know who your killer is, and WHY they’re the killer. and they should be someone who is a playable character!!!

HAVE RED HERRINGS  - this is a classic move for murder mysteries of all sorts. you need someone to look like the bad guy. you need someone to be suspicious and have motive and incentive, but then . . it turns out they’re innocent ! have 2-3 red herrings hidden away. this really involves people in the plot because they start thinking it’s one person, then another person, THEN ANOTHER!! it’s great for all development !

MAKE THE RP EITHER OC, OR SKELETON. DON’T MIX BOTH - this helps create the ~mystery~ and whodunnit. if you write skeletons .. chances are, the murderer is going to be one of the skeletons, right ? so then that already wipes out all of your oc’s from being suspects!!! i personally think its more fun to have one or the other for this sort of rp !

HAVE A STRONG TIMELINE OF EVENTS - plot this out beforehand too. think about how and when evidence will be found. think about police reports being released. think about who will be called into the police station , and how this will throw a spanner into the works for all the other characters in the rp. create doubt. create suspicion. create paranoia amongst the characters . don’t let your rp start with a murder mystery and then let it flop with no plot drops, or events pertaining to said murder mystery. this is like baking a cake , and not even putting it in the oven. it’s like .. u started smth great , but now whats the point?

GIVE EVERY CHARACTER JUST A LIIIIITLE BIT OF MOTIVE - this is good because you do want every character to have just a little bit of a reason as to why they would have potentially ~murdered someone

KEEP THE MURDERER A MYSTERY … EVEN TO THE MURDERER ! - i don’t think its necessary to let someone know they’ve picked up the ‘murderer’ straight away, unless u need to for plot development and for them to ~play~ the character and the game ! but honestly, it’s fun for everyone if NOBODY knows who did it, including the one who did it !

WATCH AND READ MURDER MYSTERIES !!! - there are some really really good ones out there ! desperate housewives, KNIVES OUT, prisoners, the first season of pretty little liars, veronica mars, one of us is lying, a good girls guide to murder , sadie,  . . these are all bits of media that have done FANTASTIC jobs at creating characters and a really well-driven and developed  mystery plot!

CREATE STRONG CHARACTERS - this goes without saying for any rp, but i think this is especially important for murder mystery rps which is why i lean towards having SKELETONS for these type of rps. give them bones, and a trope. make them all as different as you can . think about characters that work well in other murder mysteries and try to mimic what makes them so good and strong, and what they can PROVIDE to the murder mystery . is one of them a reporter ? an ex best friend ? a nancy-drew sort of character ? they should be !!! they should all have a clear PURPOSE in the rp , don’t just give them a label like ‘the peacemaker’ and call it a day. what is their purpose ? what do they serve by being in the rp, and why do you NEED them in order for the rp to work ? ( and u SHOULD need them ! ideally, u should need every skeleton taken, right ?!)

THINK OF PLOT DROPS AND EVENTS, AND ASK MEMBERS TO CONTRIBUTE IDEAS TOO  - these should all keep the same sort of aesthetic as having something spooky or mysterious to them . a haunted halloween night. a spooky festival. a power outage at school. a piece of evidence found by one of the characters . somebody finding out who the murderer could be, and then getting into an  ‘ accident ‘. this type of rp is PLOT HEAVY and events and plot drops should absolutely be something you already have in mind and know when are going to happen and WHAT the main event of them happening will be !

CREATE THREATS AND A ‘SCARE FACTOR’ - it should start light and easy , in some degree. the rp should start with everyone thinking their character is going to be safe. lull everyone into a false sense of security, and then show that nobody is safe. either by having an anonymous blogger, or gossip blog make blasts, or by hurting one of the characters who keeps sticking their nose in. you should have people in the rp seriously realise that there will be consequences for their characters actions , bc lets be real .. if ur a killer and someone is purposely goading u or trying to Solve the Crime .. ur gonna be pissed and want to Eliminate them !

HAVE A GOOD SETTING -  honestly, setting in murder mystery rps is SO MUCH FUN and is what can make a rp so unique ! is it a small town, therefore the murder ROCKED the entire town to their shells bc everyone knows everyone and WHO WOULD DO SUCH A THING ??  is it a homely city, that was previously thought of as being very safe and ideal, until this horrible crime happened ? is it a grungey neo-noir city, that has a lot of crime, but THIS crime was ‘ particularly heinous ‘, or maybe the work of a notorious serial killer ? think of a location. think of a setting. this is IMPORTANT to the rp and to drawing people’s interests in ! 

CREATE CONNECTIONS - how does skeleton a know skeleton b ? who trusts who ? who DOESN’T trust who ? who thinks who did it ? who thinks who is innocent ? ideally, every character should have an impression of the next. this create a more tight-knit feeling within the rp, both ic and ooc, because EVERYONE knows everyone and has a basic ‘first impression’. you don’t have to write all of these or provide them for every skeleton, but i think its important to try and write a couple at least, so everyone finds it a bit easier to plot and reach out to different people !

ENCOURAGE SECRETS AND LIES  - this goes without saying. i think its fun to have each character have a ‘secret’ or ‘something they’re not telling the police’. i find this makes for more in character development and activity !!! again, u can let ppl think of their own, or u can assign one if u want ! but basically, this rp should be filled with no ‘good’ characters and no ‘bad characters’. everyone should have equal amounts of flaws, and advantages. 

MAKE THE KILLER STRIKE MORE THAN ONCE - so the killer most likely strikes once at the ‘beginning’ of the rp, or just before the rp opens, to kick things off. but then . . don’t forget about them ! its very common for someone to strike twice . they can kill a npc, or .. maybe somebody doesnt mind throwing their character in to be Axed, but honestly . . the killer should and will strike again , and this should help keep everyone on their toes, ic and ooc, too !!!

WRITE ABOUT THE KILLER IN YOUR PLOT - its a murder mystery . it’s horror. so. talk about the killer, without giving away their identity. give hints as to who it could be . tell us what their relationship was to the deceased. tell us how they killed that person. was it a crime of passion ? a crime of hate ? an ACCIDENT ??? how did they feel after they’d realised what they’d done ? what happened that night/day/morning ???

this is all i can think of right now, and i hope it helps!!! whatever u come up with will be AMAZING i bet. as a nerd of murder mysteries, i rlly enjoyed answering this and if u need any more advice or help . let me know !!! good luck, and make sure to link me when ur good to go !! i can’t WAIT to see it !!

[a-tre-p]

@tyrantisterror 's Halloween Inktober days 29-31: Plague Doctor, Masked Psycho Killer, and Monarch of Monsters.

The final batch is finally done! Design notes below:

Plague Doctor: Nothing really new to see here, just a normal medical professional.

Masked Psycho Killer: Your everyday Friday the 13th/Halloween/Texas Chainsaw Massacre ripoff. Basically, it's how I would design a slasher if I made a slasher horror movie.

Monarch of Monsters: This one was pretty vague, so I wasn't sure how to approach it. I finally decided on the most distilled image of Halloween that I could make: a skeleton dressed in a Joker-esque outfit with the colours most often associated with Samhain (purple, orange, and green).

Thanks a lot for taking a bit of time from your life to check my drawings, this was really fun. If you like my stuff, I dunno, follow me or smth. Or don't, I'm not a youtuber asking you to smash that like button and hit the notification bell.

[pinkpuffballdude]

🎃 for the monster thing! And 🍬 and ☕ for the other one!

I’m an idiot who was on mobile all day and COMPLETELY forgot to answer this so uhhh sorry for the late answer!

I feel like you’d be a mothman-esque character? Like. A big imposing hidey person who was also inexplicably nice. Maybe bigfoot, but I Feel mothman in my soul.

🍬 - best trick or treat experience you’ve had?

ON MY LAST HALLOWEEN IN MY HOMETOWN ME AND @shsltxt WENT TRICK OR TREATING TOGETHER AND WE WE’RE ARGUING ABOUT MURDEROUS POTATOES AND WHAT COUNTED AND SOMEONE ASKED IF IT WAS A SKIT WE WERE DOING IT WAS GREAT

☕ - favorite thing to drink during this season?

Tea in general, but my mom grabbed some Autumn flavored tea from the store and I have no idea what the actual flavor is but whatEVER it is it’s delicious

Ask me smth Halloween themed!

[aanlaiias-s]

last night i had two horror dreams abt being rich and gay and a child and getting in trouble.

i don’t remember the first one except that it took place at a boarding school of some kind maybe. a dark field w boys playing lacrosse or running around. possibly some homoerotics. i woke up from that one around 3:30am.

the other one was just before i woke up just now. i was at my parents’ house (my mom and stepdad’s) and wasn’t doing smth i was supposed to or they found smth i wasn’t supposed to have. or maybe i was just acting fruity or irresponsible. my stepdad had a spreadsheet tracking me as proof. at some point they made me take a drug like thalidomide or something that impaired my ability for speech and motor development, permanently, as chemical restraint (“irreversible damage”? Munchausen’s by proxy) and as punishment.

later we were walking around a hotel, my sister and i, and went maybe to a karaoke-esque part of it. there was a CD player i remember seeing. revolving doors. a new outfit that now seems like it must’ve included baggy pants. (last night my sister in fact sent me a link to a jacket on nordstromrack — a generic black women’s puffy but not too puffy waterproof jacket — to see if i’d like it as a christmas gift).

adults and my sister and cousins possibly were gathered in a lounge room and i came in wearing the outfit but they said i should b wearing my new boots (kind of like rain boots) so i was going upstairs to get them, by elevator. a fidgety maintenance man entered the elevator, small insane monkey energy. he asked if i was a gay man and i said no. he said oh you must just be tired then and i mumbled yea.

the elevator went up faster and faster, as if it were a service elevator. he opened and closed a door marked 666 and some other number, pacing around nervously. outside the door were the pipes and wiring of the inside of the hotel— not dim but lit up, not moving down as the elevator went up but scrolling by sideways.

he opened the door again and said “i guess i’ll go down the bottom.” and that was the end.

i was thinking upon waking up or halfway whether i should stop him or if he was going to make me go down too. i thought too upon waking abt whether i had done anything evil recently and remembered the witch prayer i did w d and her friends on halloween, or d and i talking abt how ellen being an evil lesbian was ok (friday night, her birthday)

not really nightmares abt being gay - maybe encoded, abt being trans - probably bc u was telling me abt the loony bin last night. probably bc of the thing my sister sent me. probably bc i was reading Irreversible Damage and the parents in that all come off as abusive in the way the parents in my dream were (except i suppose the drug irl must b T (in my case the “natal” puberty hormone. a reversal of the agent of irreversible damage in Irreversible Damage)

[seiwas]

hi sel!! i missed seeing you around dash - i hope you’re enjoying your lil vacation!

n for your lil game.. if it appeals.. may i suggest touya + rain/storm ?

scar hello!! sorry i've been on and off these past months 🥹 i missed being on here too!! i have been enjoying my lil vacation though 🥺 it's been a while since i've just chilled at home! thank you for sending in a prompt 💗

contains: fallen angel touya, visions in dreams, kind of disorientating what's reality vs not, reader tries melatonin, there is a fire

touya + storm

there's a storm outside your window.

the rattling of string lights on your balcony jolts you awake, the wind howling an eery melody. this weather is common at this time of the year, but tonight, you feel uneasy. you think there's something on your front yard.

your footsteps are light as you make your way down your staircase, the flashlight on your left hand clutched tightly as you reach for the umbrella by the door.

it's zero visibility on your front yard, heavy rainfall being dragged sideways by the wind. you squint, flashing your light at the area in front of you.

a broken branch from your neighbor's tree dangles loosely towards your fence, but you can't make out anything else apart from that. you contemplate stepping outside to get a better look, but a burst of light streaks itself across the sky, lightning flashing before thunder rumbles loud enough that it reverberates in your heartbeat. a sudden chill breezes over you, your skin prickling from strands of hair standing.

your flashlight flickers, the light going out once before you tap it on your wrist twice. and when it turns back on, you think you can make out a figure hunched over the shrub at the far right of your garden.

you flash your light over the area to get a better look but it turns black―your vision or the light, you're not sure.

the next time you open your eyes, you're tucked in bed, squinting your eyes at the brightness of sunlight.

a dream? you wonder. the jacket you're certain you reached for is still right by your vanity, untouched. could be.

your front yard is trashed, just like you expected it to be, if your subconscious was trying to tell you anything from last night's dream. plants are uprooted, with small branches scattered all over the grass. you suck in a breath when you spot the broken branch from last night just as you saw it―still barely hanging on as it dangles over your fence.

you must have heard it break off in your sleep, you tell yourself. the mind can be quick in associating these things.

things become weird after that.

you get more visions in your sleep, mostly when the storm beats heavy raindrops against your window. sometimes, they're the same as the first time―instances of you searching outside but blacking out and waking in your bed the next morning. others, they're stranger, more vivid. you see a man with white hair turning red at the tips.

he comes to you in flashes―in between lightning strikes and thunder claps; in fragments, distorted by sheets of rainfall. you can never fully make out his face, but his eyes glow a striking blue amidst the darkness that often surrounds him.

the melatonin makes it worse. for a few nights now, you've begun to see more of his silhouette, similarly hunched over that shrub from the first night, except it grows taller, almost as if he's standing.

you wake up every time he almost reaches full height. but were you even really sleeping?

your therapist tells you it must be stress. this particular time at work is busy, after all. and, "halloween festivities can be impressionable when the mind is tired."

so you let it go, hoping that the dreams disappear eventually.

but then you find a feather. it's long, far too long to belong to any animal you know of; the color is charcoal black, with its tips slightly crisp as if it's been burnt. you find it by the shrub, where the silhouette crouches over every night in your dreams.

your palms sweat as you handle it, a mixture of anxiety and fear. you feel sick to your stomach; scared and disoriented. what even is real?

you call your friend, midoriya, to keep you company. he's no cynic, but if anyone could think up an explanation for anything, it'd have to be him. he has notebooks and journals full of analyses and theories on a bunch of weird things.

"can you tell if he's... uh..." he tries to find the words, as if trying not to scare you, "demonic?"

though with how jittery he is, you're pretty sure he's just as, if not more, nervous.

"i don't know yet," you admit, setting down his blanket for the night, "i guess he does feel kinda angry, but..." you think back to those blue eyes, trying to discern the exact emotion in them, "not at me i think. i don't know."

midoriya jots down some more notes as rain increasingly patters outside your window. you're sure he'll spend the whole night figuring this out from the way he continues to ask you more questions.

that night, you dream of the figure again, but something about this time feels ominous; larger. it starts out with his face, lightning illuminating glimpses of his expressions. you see scars across his cheeks and his hair turning a shade darker. another crackle of lightning brings him further away, hunched over the shrub again, except this time, he begins to stand; and you're prepared to wake up again right before he shows himself in full height―except you don't.

he stands before you still concealed by the downpour, but his presence is simultaneously chilling yet glorious. and you don't expect it, what happens next―the unfurling of wings right by his sides. they span the width of your entire yard, large and so unlike anything you've ever seen before.

then, an alarm breaks, and you wake, neither in bed nor on your front porch.

your feet touch wet asphalt, the sensation hardly differentiating itself from how drenched you are by the rain. thick smoke fills your lungs as you stand before a blazing house a few streets down yours. sirens sound around you―an ambulance, a firetruck, and a police car, all managing the commotion.

people evacuate their nearby houses as the policemen round them up at a safe distance. out of everyone in the scene, you seem the closest of all, the heat from the fire nearly licking at your cheeks.

"everybody, please step back!" one of the firemen shout. to your right, another one hurriedly hauls a body down to the stretcher beside you. a paramedic immediately tends to the person before you can even catch a look.

"please step back!" the fireman closest to you calls out, but the sound is muffled in your ears, almost by a dull ringing and the subtle sound of wings flapping. an unexplainable urge pulls you toward the body.

"hey―!" the fireman tries to call for your attention, but you ignore him, inching closer towards the stretcher. you tiptoe to get a better look, and as you catch a glimpse of the body's face―

the fireman holds you by the shoulder, "i said―!" as another paramedic addresses you and asks, "do you know this man?"

and right there on the stretcher is him―white hair with red at the tips; his cheeks are an angry shiny red, like its been melted, burnt. he remains only semi-conscious, eyes half-lidded as he is tended to. but when you peer over, he blinks and manages to look at you.

you find the same striking blue.